Her Dangerous Promise - Part 4: (Romantic Suspense Serial) by Ashley Stryker

talk about him anymore.”
    Mary’s father took his daughter’s hand and said, “Now, I want you to promise me you’ll never keep something like this from us again.”
    “No more secrets?” she asked and glanced up at Thom who nodded. “Well, I guess I should wear it then.”
    “Wear what?” her mother asked.
    Thom reached in the breast pocket of his suit and pulled out a diamond ring. He slipped it on Mary’s left hand.
    “You’re engaged?” Elizabeth gasped.
    “I know it is kind of quick,” Mary said, “but we both felt it is right.”
    “Don’t freak out,” Thom added. “We agreed we’ll make it a long engagement.”
    Mrs. Jorgenson sighed. “How romantic. Just like that lawyer on Law and Order.”
    Mary laughed, slipped the fingers of her newly bejeweled hand between Thom’s, and kissed him.

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    Secrets of the Dark

    Running didn’t lessen the drenching downpour driving into Tia Lansing with the cold sting of dozens of tiny whips. She leaped over a swirling puddle too quickly replenished by the runoff to disappear down the storm drain at the curb. Her thin skirt, now a nearly transparent wrap, clung around her knees and cut her stride short of its mark. Tia landed with both feet in the puddle and the freezing water completely covered her strappy sandals. With a squeak of shock at the cold rush over her feet, she jumped up onto the curb.
    The streak of street lights glistened off the night-blackened buildings and asphalt, transforming the city into a vision of one built entirely out of volcanic glass. The rain washed away the usual city smells and perfumed the night with its eerie wild river scent. No sound reached Tia through the muffling hiss whispered by each of the billions of droplets falling from the sky like arrows.
    She hurried to the underpass where the late night trains rumbled through the city on their elevated railway. In the shelter of the underpass, she shook the rivulets from her bare arms. Her hair clung to her face and curled into wet ringlets over her shoulders. Tia wiped uselessly at her face with her wet hands while she struggled to catch her breath and shiver at the same time.
    “You didn’t really dress for this weather.” The voice rumbled low like a distant echo of thunder.
    Tia glanced up, startled to discover she shared the underpass with someone else. He half sat, half leaned on the guardrail further up the sidewalk on her side of the street, his ankles crossed casually. The mist of the rain reached out to him but always recoiled before touching him. He hadn’t glanced in her direction but watched the toes of his black leather shoes instead.
    A glint of something shiny flashed in his hand before he slipped it down beside his thigh where she could no longer see it. His other hand remained tucked in the pocket of his black slacks. The sharp white of his shirt glowed from under his black suit jacket. Unlike Tia, the rain hadn’t yet touched him. His satin midnight hair remained perfectly parted and combed back.
    Tia crossed her arms, both for warmth and to disguise the fact her drenched pastel pink blouse no longer concealed the outline of her bra. Walking carefully so her wet feet didn’t slip in her heels and cause her to stumble, she crept toward his side of the underpass. Her apartment, a tiny one over the Aquarius New Age Bookstore, waited for