One Thing to Give

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An Excerpt From: ONE THING TO GIVE

Copyright © LYNN LAFLEUR, 2003

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Lindsay drew her bottom lip farther between her teeth when she saw Sam unlock the door to the storeroom. She glanced around the bar, searching for the other bartender. She didn’t see him, but she could hear what sounded like dishes being shifted and stacked from the kitchen.

She had no idea how long Sam would be in that storeroom. If she was going to do something, she had to do it now.

Don’t be a wimp, Lindsay. Go for it.

Lindsay sipped her Coke and took a deep breath. Grabbing her purse, she rose and strode to the storeroom.

It was a large room, larger than she’d expected. Long and wide, there were shelves along all the walls and down the middle, all holding boxes of liquor and glassware. She saw a door straight ahead of her that she assumed led to the kitchen, or perhaps was used for deliveries. She couldn’t see Sam, but she could hear bottles rattling.

Laying her purse on top of a case of bourbon, she pushed the door shut and flipped the deadbolt.

The rattling stopped. “Monte?” Sam called out.

Lindsay leaned back against the door, her hands behind her for support. “No, it isn’t Monte.”