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One Lane Bridge
Suzanne Lattimer-Weaver & Linda L. Lattimer
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Frank thought the new move to Utah would be a great place to start a family. Stephanie isn't too sure, especially after a psychopathic killer begins stalking many in the law firm. When she learns Frank has been hiding a secret from her, she wonders if she can keep her secret safe before it is too late for them.

BOOK EXCERPTS
“Guess so,” Frank said, tapping his fingers on the counter top.

Stephanie felt her body skyrocketing, ready to explode without any given notice.

“So, tell me good friend, have you managed to catch the guy?” Brock inquired.

“No. But my part is over for right now.” There was no way he was going to divulge any information to anyone other than Stephanie.

“Good. Maybe now you can spend more time with your wife.”

“Excuse me?”

“What I meant, Stephanie has been so miserable without you. I’m glad you’re home. You know how women get when the husband goes away for a while.”

Frank continued eyeing Stephanie. The heat of his stare burned within her body. Yeah start counting down, she thought. The rocket is about to launch.

“Are you two sure Stephanie’s little dizziness was all you were discussing before I entered?”

Stephanie eyed Brock almost pleading with her stare to keep quiet. He must keep silent about their affair. Something registered in Frank’s mind after Brock’s sudden remark about his dead wife. It was as if reality came into full focus.

Brock noticed Frank’s inventory of Stephanie’s moods. He decided to give her a small break.

“It’s about this woman I’ve been seeing.”

Stephanie picked up the glass from the floor. She placed it in the sink then gazed out the window in a locked trance, trying to occupy her mind on what lay outside.

Brock walked over and retrieved the ring off the table. Opening the box, he showed it to Frank. “I wanted Stephanie’s opinion about this ring before I ask the woman to marry me. I mean, after seeing how happy the two of you are, I thought why not go for it all. Here you built that big house for me, and believe me, it’s lonely all by oneself. So, what do you think Frank? Would you give this ring to the woman you loved?”

Frank glanced at the ring. Stephanie unlocked her stare from the outside view. She turned and watched Brock closely. She was very uncomfortable with his actions.

“I don’t see why not. Did you see it Stephanie?” Frank asked.

She nodded yes.

“Would you accept a ring like this?”

“Frank, I’ve already told Brock it was a very nice ring.”

“Then what are you waiting for Brock? Why don’t you go show it to Helen now?”

Brock looked perplexed. Helen? Why would Frank mention Helen?

“I asked Stephanie who the woman was that you were seeing. She told me Helen.”

“Oh yeah,” he said smiling. He remembered the prostitute he had brought home to stage his act for Stephanie. “I had to think there for a moment. I knew I hadn’t told you her name. You had me going there for a minute, Frank. I figured you had been investigating me or something.”

“Do you have something to hide?” Frank asked, returning a forced grin.

Stephanie’s stomach was in knots, twisting and churning as if she were rapidly beating batter to a cake mix. Was Frank putting the pieces together? Any minute her marriage and her life would be over.

“Who me? Not on your life,” Brock answered.

Brock glanced at Frank, then over to Stephanie. “You know Frank, you may have a point. I think I’ll go ask her right now to be my wife. After all, Stacy is gone. It’s time for me to get on with my life. You and Stephanie probably want to be alone anyway. I’ll go and catch you later.”

Frank handed him the ring. Brock walked out, leaving Stephanie alone to face any consequences.

Stephanie suspected Brock had carefully laid this plan to trap her. It was working. She had a pretty good feeling that Frank was putting all of this in a nutshell. Soon her world would tumble down. For a moment, their eyes met in silence. The inevitable was about to drop like the bomb she had so many times considered.

“Stephanie, I told you all about my case. Was there something that you wanted to tell me?”

“Frank, what news could I have to tell you? You know about the baby.” She had no idea how the words were flowing out of her mouth.

AUTHOR BIO
Suzanne Lattimer-Weaver lives in Southern Georgia with her husband of 13 years and her two sons. Writing has always been her life, since she was in Elementary School. She has written many stories since then and has kept them to this day. In High School, her friends would enjoy reading them and couldn’t wait for the next one. When she heard that her story One Lane Bridge was going to be published through WingsEPress, she was in tears of joy and speechless. She has one poem published in Treasured Poems of America Winter 1993.

Linda Lattimer lives in a small town in southern Georgia. Reading and writing are her passions because of the freedom of escape they allow. She enjoys traveling and seeing new places, including Raymond Gary Park, in Oklahoma. Her favorite to frequent, the beauty and tranquil peacefulness of the park has much to offer. She is a published author with Avalon, and has forthcoming mysteries with WingsEPress.


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1597059226
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597059220
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 308
Paper Weight (lb): 12.8



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