![]() So would braking for an armadillo be considered her third mistake, or was there another disaster lurking in her near future? At least she hadn’t hit it.Īunt Eunice always swore things happened in threes. She headed that way, stopping to glare at the pool of water where her car had aquaplaned right off the road. Dammit, why couldn’t she have an accident right in someone’s front yard? But no, the nearest house was probably the one she’d passed about a mile back. Once on the narrow country road, she pushed her tangled hair out of her face and looked each way. Don’t worry,” she promised, feeling like she was abandoning her baby. Poor little Taurus, nose down with water roiling around the hood. Hands shaking, she scrubbed the water off her face and pushed to her feet.Īs her fear diminished, she peered through the darkness and could barely see her car. A few moments more and she could have been… She stifled the thought with a shudder. Alligators loved to hang out in Florida ditches. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She glanced over her shoulder and shuddered. Gasping for breath, she knelt in the mud, surprised to have made it to the bank in one piece. Frigid rain slashed through the dark night, drenching her face and clothing. Jessica Randall scrambled out of the water-filled ditch, her heart hammering. ![]()
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