Rain Man
Lies He Told Book 2
by Sylvie Grayson
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Can Rain solve his last case without getting his girlfriend arrested?
Rainier is a survivor. He’s made some mistakes, and now he’s paying for them. As a condition of his probation, he must work with the police on investigations where his skills might be useful. There is one more case to solve to complete his commitments. Then he’ll be free. As he heads undercover to work this last case, Sophia arrives in town. She is a childhood crush who means a great deal to Rain, and she is obviously terrified of someone.
Sophia has made a bad choice in the past, and now she’s in hiding to avoid dealing with it. Still, it follows her, and Rainier is the only one she can trust to help her deal with it.
Rain’s problem? The clues he uncovers on his final case all seem to lead directly to Sophia. Can he solve the case without breaking his heart or pointing the police in his girlfriend’s direction?
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That night, Sophia was waiting on the front step when Rain pulled up in front of Toby’s house. She climbed into the truck before he could get out and open the door for her. He put the gear in neutral with his foot on the brake and stared across as she fumbled for her seat belt. “In quite a hurry, there,” he observed. “You could at least let me get parked.”
She dimpled a grin at him. “You Prairie boys are always slow,” she said, snapping the belt on.
“Slow on the uptake, or just slow?” he asked.
She gave him a sideways glance. “What’s the difference?”
He smirked. “I’m not about to explain. You Prairie girls are often slow on the uptake.” He shifted into gear to the sound of her exasperated snuffle. He’d almost forgotten how much fun it was to tease her.
At the restaurant, she flounced out of the truck and marched toward the entrance. Jogging around the front of the vehicle, he caught her arm. He’d been looking forward to this evening, and it looked like it might go off track. “Hold on, now. I was just teasing,” he argued. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
She glared up at him, plump lips pressed tightly together, little dimple flirting in the darkness. “I’d have to care to have my feelings hurt,” she charged.
“True.” Rain slid his fingers down the silky skin of her arm to grab her hand. “And the only reason you’re going out to dinner with me is because you don’t know anyone else in town.”
She laughed and he felt her relax. “Not exactly. I’ve met some new people at my job.”
“Huh.” He glanced toward the door of the restaurant to give himself time to think. He didn’t know anything about a job. “So the only reason you’re going for dinner with me is pity. You feel sorry for me.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I don’t feel sorry for me if I get to eat dinner with you. I’m pretty pleased with myself.”
She grinned and leaned into his side. “Rain Man,” she said, “you’re usually pretty pleased with yourself, as I recall.”
“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt. Are you still going to eat dinner with me?”
“I guess so. I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, me too. And I’m glad you chose Greek, I love moussaka, and baklava.”
“Me too. Especially the baklava.” Her expression turned impish, and Rain couldn’t resist. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to those beautiful lips. She took a swift breath and when he raised his head she was staring at him with a wide-eyed, startled look. He had the same stunned feeling in his gut.
The Lies He Told Me
Lies He told Book 1
When a police detective falls in love with his main suspect, life gets complicated.
When Chloe Bowman woke to find her husband gone, never did she imagine it would take so long to find him, or that in the midst of the search she'd discover she didn't really know this man at all. She soon realizes she has been left alone with her young son and a time bomb on her hands. Then the earthquake throws everything into question. Lurking in the shadows is the mysterious Rainman who travels under an unknown name.
Police Detective Ross Cullen was already investigating Chloe's husband when he disappeared. Although he's powerfully drawn to Chloe, Ross also knows that when one member of a family disappears, the first place to look for the suspect is among those closest to him. No one is closer than Chloe.
But the deeper Ross digs the less he knows, and the more he's attracted to the young wife as she struggles to put her life back together. Can Ross break through the Rainman's disguises to solve the case so he can be with Chloe?
Ross Cullen shifted on the seat of his truck and cranked his neck sideways. Surveillance duty was hard work. He was staff sergeant now and had become detective a year ago. He didn’t have to do a lot of the grunt work anymore. But he’d wanted this case. He’d already had Jeff Sanderson in his sights.
When the Missing Persons Notice crossed his desk, it all seemed too convenient. After the husband disappeared, the house got finished, the lawn went in. Today was his day off and he didn’t have to be here.
He’d seen the tapes of Chloe’s first interview at the station. After she filed the report about her missing husband, she’d been asked to come in and answer some questions. Her brother John had come with her, but Chloe herself had been impressive. She was obviously shaken. She’d looked tenuous but dogged as she recounted everything she claimed she knew about her husband’s last days in Victoria. He was gone, his laptop, his cell phone, his dog and car were gone. She answered the same questions over and over as they were put to her different ways, until she sagged back in her chair in exhaustion.
“Well,” she said. “I’ve had enough. If there’s anything else you want to ask that might help find my husband, then please ask now. Otherwise I’m going home.”
She stood, looking down at the officer who sat with his finger midway down the page and a surprised look on his face. “You may have more to say but I’m through. Now you’ve had my cooperation and I want yours. Find my husband. Quit dragging your feet, quit pretending he ran off and find him!”
She turned her back and headed toward the exit, followed closely by her brother. The officer at the door looked past her to see what his instructions were, then opened the door and escorted them out. It was Ross’s opinion that Chloe and her brother John were cut from the same cloth. Chloe was just younger and hid her steel under her feminine nature. But she was just as tough in her own way and just as determined.
And beautiful. He’d been fascinated by her dark glossy curls and fair skin, the large liquid eyes. He’d watched the recording of the interview more than once and it irked him to know that it was as much to look at her as to analyze the information.
He watched from his truck now as Chloe called across the yard to her little white dog and leaned down to ruffle his ears. Ross slowly panned the binoculars over her form, feeling his temperature rise. Maybe this kind of surveillance wasn’t healthy. He might get a fever just watching her.
Sylvie Grayson loves to write about suspense, romance and attempted murder, in both contemporary and science fiction/fantasy. She has lived most of her life in British Columbia, Canada in spots ranging from Vancouver Island on the west coast to the North Peace River country and the Kootenays in the beautiful interior. She spent a one year sojourn in Tokyo Japan.
She has been an English language instructor, a nightclub manager, an auto shop bookkeeper and a lawyer. Now she works part time as the owner of a small company, and writes when she finds the time.
She is a wife and mother and still loves to travel, having recently completed a trip to Singapore, Thailand, Viet Nam and Hong Kong. She lives on the coast of the Pacific Ocean with her husband on a small patch of land near the sea that they call home.
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