It was a good plan, but Melanie was prepared to take matters into her own hands. Blaming Kyle. Painting herself as one of his victims-vulnerable, innocent.

Thomas was up at the Whittaker farmhouse in front of a roaring fire in their living room. Melanie liked Lowell and Vivian. Thomas was handling himself with such grace under pressure. Melanie looked forward to tapping into his network of friends once they were married. A shame Alex Bruni wasn’t in the picture anymore, given his prestige as an ambassador, but that hadn’t been Melanie’s call to make. She’d driven the car-but she wasn’t the one who’d decided to kill him.

When she and Thomas had arrived at the Whittakers’ farmhouse from Jo Harper’s wreck of a cabin, Kyle had reported on his actions on Nora’s behalf. Mostly lies, of course, but Thomas was obviously impressed and relieved to have Kyle involved. Melanie had felt good for arranging for Thomas to hire him.

She’d thought about what it would be like to sneak down to the guesthouse in the middle of the night and have Kyle make love to her, with Thomas and the Whittakers none the wiser. But Kyle had barely acknowledged her existence. He was obviously in no mood for her risk taking. He could be like that.

Kyle had recommended that Thomas inform local and state authorities of his concerns, especially with bad weather coming in-and the talk he’d heard about Devin. The Whittakers had heard the talk, too, which helped. But that was all Kyle’s doing. He’d been setting up Devin even before Alex Bruni’s death.

The planner.

But then he’d given Melanie a nod that told her he wanted to speak with her in private.

Kyle unbuckled his belt and ripped it off his pants. “Jo Harper and Elijah Cameron are a problem.”

“Then deal with them,” Melanie said.

He dropped the belt onto a chair. “Did Nora or Devin ever see us together?”

“No. Impossible.” She shook her head, as much to reassure herself. “We’re safe.”

“What about your would-be client who came to a bad end?”

“We’ve been through that, Kyle. There’s no way to connect him to me. You’d never have taken me on as a partner if there had been. Nora and Devin don’t know anything. They’re just looking for something to break Thomas and me apart.”

“You should never have invited Nora’s scrutiny by getting involved with her father.”

“Spilled milk, Kyle.”

She felt a sudden chill. She’d never liked the cold-she certainly hadn’t wanted to hike up that stupid mountain in April. Kyle had insisted. They’d been instructed to make Drew’s death look like an accident, an old man who’d miscalculated the elements and went to sleep in the snow.

Kyle unbuttoned his pants. She didn’t know, really, if he wanted a quick round of sex or just wanted to go to bed. “Why did we kill Drew Cameron?” she asked in a low voice.

“You’re asking for trouble with that kind of question. We do a job. We don’t get to know who wanted it done or why.” He stepped out of his pants and folded them onto the chair. “You’re caught up in a fantasy. You think you’re two different people, but you’re not. Your life this past year was for real. You can’t erase it. You did what you did.”

“I’m not in denial. I’m moving on.”

“I never should have let you get involved in my business. It was a mistake.”

“You needed a partner. Even with what I got paid, you earned far more these past eight months than you would have on your own. Don’t you have hopes and dreams, Kyle?”

“Yeah. Living through this mess we’re in up here.”

But Melanie could see he had a level of calm that indicated he believed he had a solid plan. “You’ll miss me when we’ve gotten through this mess.”

“No, I won’t, Melanie.”

He continued to stare at her. She shivered, not with the cold-with fear, with excitement. “What?”

“We have to get this right or we’ll be on the list for one of our colleagues. We’ll be a liability.”

“Drew and Bruni got too close to our people, didn’t they?”

“I know as much as you do. You have to stop, Melanie. Just stop.”

He pulled off his shirt and laid it neatly on top of his pants, then took off his socks. There was nothing erotic about his movements.

“If you got an assignment to kill me,” Melanie said, “you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?”

His eyes were slits on her. “Would you tell me?”

“I just want to be Mrs. Thomas Asher.”

He stood in front of her and took her hand, pressed it against his crotch. “Do you?”

“Yes.” But she cupped him, stroked him. “I do.”

“Then help me make sure his daughter doesn’t get off that mountain. We have to deal with Elijah Cameron and Jo Harper. You’re a rookie compared to them. You have no idea.” Kyle shook his head, even as he thrust himself against her hand. “You’ve never gone up against real professionals.”

“They just want to find two kids in over their heads and get them safely down off the mountain.”

“I searched Harper’s cabins last night. If the feds are onto us and sent her up here undercover, she’s doing a good job hiding it.”

“If she’d caught you-”

“She didn’t.” He lowered his boxers and threaded his fingers into her hair. “I couldn’t get into Elijah Cameron’s place. No time. But he suspects his father had help dying up on that mountain.”

“He can suspect all he wants. It won’t do him any good.” She raised her eyes to him. “We just have to deal with Nora and Devin.”

“I could go up there in the dark and look for them, but I need rest. I need to give the snow a chance to develop.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He cupped the back of her head with his hands and produced a nasty smile. “You know what to do.”

“I mean tomorrow. More deaths on Cameron Mountain will be hard to explain.”

“That’s where planning comes in.”

It was a dig at her, but she shrugged it off and moved her mouth closer to his erection. “Was this planned?”

Her sarcasm was ill timed. He’d retaliate for her snottiness, and she’d have no satisfaction tonight. She’d service Kyle and be sent on her way, back out into the cold night. Thomas awaited her, but it wasn’t the same.

“I feel like the wicked stepmother in a fairy tale,” she said when he didn’t answer.

“It’s not a fairy tale. You’re the real deal.”

“There’ll be a happy ending for me.”

“You’re something else, Melanie. I wish I’d never met you.”

She raised her eyes to him. “If you’re getting squeamish, walk away. I’ll take care of everything.”

“There’s no walking away.” Kyle’s grip on her head eased. “You need to forget Thomas. Once we’re finished here, you Dear John him. Say you didn’t bargain for all this tragedy.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Kyle.”

He gave her a supercilious smirk. “Sure.”

But even as she opened her mouth and did his bidding, she knew the power she had over him. She and Thomas were getting married. She was walking away from her life with Kyle stronger, better. He would remain a work-for-hire killer.

Of course, he had power over her, too. He could ruin her.

Or kill her. She didn’t want to end up on his list of targets.

He moaned, threading his thick fingers into her hair, and she smiled to herself. She could kill him, but Kyle could never hurt her.

All would be well.

When she arrived back at the farmhouse, Melanie decided she’d absolutely have to talk Thomas out of a Vermont wedding. It would be frigid on New Year’s Eve. It was cold now.

She sat next to him on the couch in front of the fire, welcoming the warmth, the elegance of the beautifully decorated room. As wealthy and well-connected as Vivian and Lowell Whittaker were, Melanie wasn’t sure if she and Thomas would want to maintain a friendship with them after Nora and Devin were dead. It would be just too awkward.

No one seemed the least bit curious about how long she’d been gone. She’d been right, Kyle had refused to satisfy her. She was still all tingly with wanting him. But he’d been adamant-cruel, even. He’d taken her out to his car and given her a gun, a 9-millimeter Browning that she rather liked.