The Return Of General Tyler

Frustration and anger

She didn't apparently know what her next move was when she'd arrived out of town, her plan foiled by the unpredictability of her target. Unfortunately, she'd lost track of him by the highway, her eyes scanning the horizon for a glimpse of his sleek Maserati, but it had vanished into thin air. Rayne's frustration mounted, her mind racing with possibilities, as she'd spent the entire day searching for him, scouring the streets, hotels, and bars, but to no avail.

Just when she'd decided to throw in the towel, to admit defeat and leave, fate had intervened. As she'd sat in her car, engine idling, she'd seen him, Tyler, emerging from the driver's side of his Maserati, this time alone, unlike the other days when she'd seen him with his wife, Adriana, the woman she hated with a passion that bordered on obsession.

Rayne's heart had skipped a beat as she'd watched him, her eyes locked onto his tall, broad-shouldered frame, her mind racing with possibilities. She'd waited, frozen, as he'd walke