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Shouldnt you be dead? Its not enough that Sophie Campbell discovers her neighbors body. His dead ringer has to show up at her doorstep. But this mans no ghost.the instant attraction that sparks between them is all too real. College professor Cord Pruitt wants answers about his brothers murder. The woman downstairs must have seen something. But when Cord lays eyes on Sophie, all he wants to do is take her in his arms and protect her. With a killer on the loose, and all signs pointing toward Sophie as the next target, thats just what he will have to do

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Jennifer Greene

Secretive Stranger

The first book in the New Man in Town series, 2010

Dear Reader,

Years ago I wrote four romantic-suspense novels and always wanted to write morejust never had a chance. Secretive Stranger is the first in a Silhouette Romantic Suspense trilogy.

This one is Sophies story. As she and her sisters know well, sometimes you just cant recover if your whole life was uprooted at a very young age. Sophie doesnt willingly trust anyone or anything.

Cord starts out less a hero than a cattle prod. He isnt who he says he is, and he cant-or isnt-telling her the truth. Hes the last man Sophie could possibly trust but the one man she must trust, to heal her heart and reach out for love.

I hope you love the story-I loved writing it!

Jennifer Greene

To the infamous Creative Festers, whose love and support are unique in the universe.

Youre beyond wonderful!

Chapter 1

One more block. Thats all Sophie Campbell had to walk. All right, so maybe it was pouring rain and she was juggling a satchel of heavy books and an overfilled grocery bag. So maybe she never dreamed October nights could be this cold in Virginia, and she was soaked to the bone, and darn it, her feet hurt. Stillshe could make it that last block, couldnt she?

A fat, pretty orange bounced out of the grocery sack and rolled down the sidewalk. When she instinctively shifted to grab it, a head of lettuce followed the orange.

Sophie opened her mouth to let out a scream of frustration-but, of course, she didnt. As a little girl, shed been the attention-grabbing drama princess of the family, but at twenty-eight, shed long conquered those nuisance traits. She could stay steady and calm in a tornado. Everyone said so.

The trick, of course, was simply self-discipline. She ignored the lost orange and lettuce, the same way she ignored the rain dripping from her eyelashes and the squish of water in her shoes. Her arms and shoulders were trying to fall off, groaning from the combined weight of the groceries, her purse, her laptop and her briefcase of references-but shed carried heavier than this on the trek home from the metro, and she would again. She was mighty. She was strong. Sometimes.

She forged ahead the next half block, reminding herself of all the reasons shed loved living in Foggy Bottom these last nine months. She loved her current work project. She was crazy about the old brownstone apartment. She loved the urban neighborhood-how easy it had been to find other young professional people and make friends. She loved having access to such a super metro system that she didnt need a car. She loved

The soggy grocery sack suddenly split. It didnt completely crack open, just tore several inches, but that was enough to send more groceries spilling down the street. Again, Sophie was tempted to let out a good, bellowing yell. Instead, she ran.

Six more houses. Then five. The sleazy-cold rain had already soaked her blond head, slivered down her neck. Four houses. She could see hers ahead-the old brown brick with white shutters, the wrought-iron fence circling a yard the size of a closet, the broken steps up to the elegant old front door.

Her foot stumbled on a sidewalk crack. Her armload threatened to tumble completely. She ran faster, praying now. Three houses. Two. She prayed to God. To Buddha. To Mother Nature. To anyone who could help her just move those last few steps, inside to shelter.

One house away, then home. Up the three steps. Belatedly, she realized that the key was buried inside her purse-which she couldnt possibly get to, not without dropping everything. But then she discovered that just possibly there was a God, because the front door was open.

Well, it wasnt exactly wide open, but the door was definitely ajar-ajar enough for her to burst through, gasping for breath, dripping rain like a drenched puppy.

Just inside, a small antique chandelier lit the vestibule with the effectiveness of a candle in the wind. Still, it wasnt the dimness that made Sophie suddenly stumble. For some crazy reason, a big bulky object blocked the entrance, right inside the door.

Disaster was instantaneous. Her overfilled grocery bag split completely. Milk and Tampax and cereal and tomatoes and oranges went flying. Then she did. Knowing a crash was inevitable, she reacted instinctively to protect her laptop and precious research, but she landed so hard on her right hip and elbow that she saw stars-outraged, blinding, dizzying stars. Whoever left the monster-size thing on the floor was going to get a piece of her mind, the very second she

One twist of her head, and she saw the body.

It wasnt a thing on the floor.

It was a body. A bare-naked body. Her hunk of a neighbors body.

Shock seemed to turn her to stone. She couldnt move, couldnt breathe, couldnt think. There wasnt a sound in the place, not the creak of a floorboard, nothing to indicate anyone was around. And of course there wasnt. The larger downstairs apartment had been vacant for over a month now, and upstairs, there were only two apartments-hers and Jon Pruitts.

JonShe couldnt look at him, couldnt not look at him, but suddenly her heart stopped beating in big, panicked thumps. Jon was the womanizer of the universe, the heartthrob of every woman in the neighborhood, and the selfish son of a sea dog who neglected his cat. Sophie had as much in common with him as a bunny had with a shark, but damn. Hed been decent to her. Theyd turned into amazingly compatible neighbors.

This had to be a nightmare. A terrible dream.

Yet oxygen scrabbled into her lungs when she spotted the nail-polish-red gleaming under his head. That red was real, no dream, and the look of it propelled her into action. She hurtled over all the debris on the floor and crouched down to press on the pulse in his neck-just in case all that glossy red color was misleading. Just in case there was a chance he was still alive.

No.

His skin was cold. Blank eyes stared up at her.

Wake up, Sophie. Wake up, and for Gods sake, dont hurl.

She pushed back, landing on her rump, her fingertips suddenly icy and her stomach clenching with horror.

Suddenly Sophie was five years old again-and of course, she knew that was stupid. This shock had no remote connection to her past. The new trauma just seemed to trigger the old one. It was the same old flash flood of a mental slide show, the images darting through her brain, her in a long yellow nightgown, her cold feet stinging in the wet grass, the darkness, the stinky smoke and sharp flames, her mom screaming, screaming, her clutching her sisters, the three of them wailing, then the firemen carrying both those stretchers out

Sophie sucked in a lungful of air, then another. Letting those train-wreck memories out was always a mistake. Obviously, shed never forgotten the fire. The grief and trauma still flavored every nightmare and always would. No one could just forget anything that devastating. But that old loss and grief and terror werent the problem right now.

Get a grip, Sophie.

She struggled to. Obviously, this wasnt about her, but about Jon. This was no time to be thinking about herself. She swallowed the swell of nausea and whipped around for her purse. Naturally, it was chock-full of everything shed need to survive living in Europe for six months. She rummaged, rummaged, until she finally located her cell phone. It took three tries for her fumbling fingers to accurately dial 911.

Then she just huddled against the far corner wall and shook, waiting for the police.

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