Free The Life and Death of Lauren Conway: A Companion to Without Mercy by Lisa Jackson Page A

a migraine and the damned rain only made it worse. She cringed and remembered the huge final in English Lit that loomed over her. She hadn’t read one of the stack of books that had been assigned at the beginning of the term, not a solitary one. What had she been thinking? She was a good student and now she wasn’t ready…
    The world seemed crashing in on her tonight. She should just bite the bullet, roll out of the warm bed and try to study–read some Sparks Notes on the Internet. Anything! What was it Shakespeare and Milton or George Orwell… oh, she couldn’t remember. What was wrong with her? She’d known the test was tomorrow. She should have dropped the damned class.
    “Stupid girl,” she thought. All she’d wanted was her divorced parents to get back together, to remarry, to make the family whole again. And she’d gotten her most fervent wish. Her mother Edwina, Edie, had exchanged vows with Rip Delaney for the second time just a months ago… or had it been years? Jules couldn’t remember now in the middle of the night. She was so tired; weary to the marrow of her bones.
    The medication… it’s the medication that makes your brain fill with quicksand. That’s why you feel like you’re sliding deeper and deeper into the mire…
    Drip, drip, drip.
    Damn the rain! Her eyes flew open again and she looked a the window, but no drops drizzled down the panes and if she listened hard she couldn’t hear the gurgle of water splashing in the gutters or running through the rusting downspouts. All she heard was the rapid beating of her own heart.
    The storm had either passed or hadn’t existed. Maybe she’d just imagined it; that’s what happened with the medication she took for the migraines. She mixed up fact with fiction, couldn’t grasp reality, at least not at night.
    She threw off the covers, her feet landing on the bare floor.
    God, it was freezing.
    Floorboards creaked as she walked to the window and stared downward, outside to the yard, where, bathed in moon glow, the grounds appeared serene, not even a breath of wind playing through the branches of the willow tree.
    But someone was outside. She felt eyes upon her… hidden eyes. Something was wrong tonight.
    Very wrong. Dread inched its way up her spine and she searched the grounds from her second story room, her gaze scraping along the dead grass and skeletal trees that surrounded her parents’ once-upon-a-time mansion.
    She caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye — a black shadow passing beneath the naked limbs of the willow tree, moving swiftly through the night.
    Her heart clutched.
    She leaned closer to the panes, her nose touching the cool glass, one hand placed on the sill.
    Far below, he turned suddenly, as if feeling the weight of her stare. He gazed upward, his face illuminated by the moon.
    Oh, God!
    His features became clear: Deep set eyes, bladed cheekbones, strong jaw covered with beard shadow. Oh, sweet Jesus. It couldn’t be.
    Cooper?
    Her heart went wild, wrenching painfully. Of all the people to show up here in the middle of the night! Why would Cooper Trent be out skulking about in the shadows, winter chasing him as he turned and ran… Hadn’t she told him that she’d never wanted to see him again? Hadn’t he all too easily followed her edict and disappeared from her life… so why the hell was he here now? And why did she know deep in her heart that whatever the reason he’d returned, it wasn’t good. He had no way of knowing that she’d damned herself every day in the months since their last fight for breaking up with him, but her pride had kept her from reaching out to him.
    So why was he back?
    She rubbed her eyes.
    His image, like smoke, had disappeared.
    Good!
    Right?
    Drip, drip, drip .
    What was that noise?
    Then she got it. For the love of God, someone hadn’t twisted off the faucet in the bathroom! That was it. The seal or O-ring or whatever it was had probably worn through and whoever had used