She would<br >ow him， the way she had<br >many men. No. The mem-<br >is mother， his unfaithful<br >ld then laughed in his face<br >Fhey had used men. They<br >)nest the way Jodie was.<br > him， clawing at his in-<br >ter， he would be strong<br >~ion. Then his brain could<br >:ain that let him outsmart<br >qew York City cops. But<br >leeper in the pillow and<br >~e his.<br > out the door and into the<br >addening masses that was<br >Chapter One<br >Jodie Gahagen completed her hamstring stre!<br >first sounds of a southern morning began th<br >chorus. A bird s call， the splash as a turtle slipr<br >bank into the Cane River. The sound of her<br >they crunched into a<br >had invaded a world<br >pile of dry leaves. She a<br >that had been isolated f<br >contact.<br > Her nerves grew shaky at the thought. She <br >pected to be the only jogger on the trail this rr<br >she shouldn t be surprised. After all， it was alsc<br >on Sunday morning， and the majority of the to<br >itants were still snuggled in their beds.<br > Jodie yawned widely at the thought and<br >touch her toes. Obviously， the sleepers hadn t t<br >with the dual alarm system she possessed.<br >months， her twin dynamos showed neither relig<br >mane considerations for Sunday as a day of re<br > She tugged at her shorts and walked to the<br >stroller to check on them. Blair offered a smil<br >just stared at her over the plump thumb that<br >his mouth. "Are you early birds ready to roll? <br >brushing a wisp of red hair from Blair s forehe<br >bing at a spot of drool that dribbled down Blake<br >chin.<br ><br >