Arresting Developments

Arresting Developments
Lena Diaz

A mysterious beauty had nursed him back to health–and attracted the attention of some very bad men…Somewhere over the Everglades, the aeroplane’s engine failed and Dex Lassiter plummeted into the swamp’s murky depths. Amber Callahan didn’t expect to find any survivors in the wreckage, but Dex was about as tough as they came. And too smart not to dig into why a woman like her had run away to settle in remote Mystic Glades. Or why a killer circled their every move. As floodwaters rose, deputising Dex was just what this lawless small town needed. Because escape wasn’t possible. And the only thing Dex did better than starting things was defending them.

Bang!

Amber awoke with a start at the loud noise and was suddenly struggling to breathe as Dex threw himself on top of her, his gaze darting around the room.

“What’s going on?” she whispered, as she tried to extricate herself from beneath him, very aware that her nightshirt had ridden up to her belly and that Dex had apparently shed all of his clothes during the night except for his boxers.

He glanced down at her as if only just now seeing her, then rolled off her. “Are you okay?”

“I think so. What was that noise?”

“Gunshot.”

She stared at him in shock. “Are you sure it wasn’t thunder?” As if in response to her question, thunder boomed overhead and another incredible wave of rain began pouring in earnest.

“That sound came from inside the house.”

Arresting

Developments

Lena Diaz

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

LENA DIAZ was born in Kentucky and has also lived in California, Louisiana and Florida, where she now resides with her husband and two children. Before becoming a romantic suspense author, she was a computer programmer. A former Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award finalist, she has won a prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for excellence in mystery and suspense. To get the latest news about Lena, please visit her website, www.lenadiaz.com (http://www.lenadiaz.com).

Thank you, Allison Lyons and Nalini Akolekar.

Contents

Cover (#u6ddc1e58-a72d-5698-b749-46f7ea509963)

Introduction (#uc1a28c09-17d2-5ab9-899b-37dc03994b08)

Title Page (#u3c470f8e-2602-59be-9168-d7d811a09a50)

About the Author (#uc5b2d661-bece-5987-87a4-3d3fd51a257f)

Dedication (#u6d0c64c4-0497-5981-a32e-8d949875b89c)

Chapter One (#u6045e190-2626-533e-894d-237ae199596a)

Chapter Two (#u49a96318-eae9-5f55-bafd-e36a542b4187)

Chapter Three (#u8b861272-96f0-5c69-9b21-9de7b0717f34)

Chapter Four (#u7b7238c7-4d9e-5121-8d7b-de79a2dc0aab)

Chapter Five (#uc33a0a8d-4c2a-544b-974b-e6713668fc16)

Chapter Six (#u1307abcf-ba97-5a49-ad0d-182985c016d8)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter One (#ulink_41e07299-93d0-5cc4-b7f2-c701886e2195)

Dex looked out the cockpit window of his Cessna Corvalis at the vast wasteland of the Everglades racing below him at 190 knots. The monotony of sand-colored saw grass went on for miles, broken only by occasional muddy canals and vast islands of mangled cypress, their roots sticking out of the brackish water like giant knobby knees. If the Glades were anything like the marshes back home in Saint Augustine, he didn’t know how anyone could stand the rotten-egg stink of rotting vegetation enough to want to visit for very long, let alone live there.

“I don’t get it, Jake.” He held his cell phone to his ear while he looked out the windows. “You worked your butt off to convince me to front the money to create Lassiter and Young Private Investigations. But just a few months after leaving everyone you know—including me—and setting up shop in Naples, you’re ready to close the doors. For what—this swamp full of smelly plants and more alligators per capita than people? Can’t you get Faye to move instead of you moving to Mystic Glades?”

He maneuvered the stick and dipped the wing, veering from his flight plan for a bird’s-eye view of the town that had been at the center of their recent investigation but was now going to be his friend’s new home. Unless Dex could talk him out of it.

“Hold it,” Jake said. “What do you mean ‘this’ swamp? Aren’t you still in north Florida?”

“I was. But then you called last week to tell me that you and the former target of our first and only case were an item and that you were quitting. I left my billion-dollar enterprise on the brink of ruin with people I barely trust so I could talk you out of this foolishness.”

Jake snorted. “Don’t give me that. Lassiter Enterprises runs so smoothly no one will even notice that you’re gone. More than likely, you’re using me as an excuse to hide from the latest girlfriend you dumped. Who is it this time? That intellectual property rights attorney you introduced me to last Christmas? Didn’t you date her for several months? I thought you two were getting serious. Veronica something-or-other?”

“You wound me deeply to imply that I would use our friendship as an excuse to avoid my commitment issues.”

“Uh-huh. What’s the name of the woman you’re running from this time?”