"You!" The cemetery gate squeaked open and slammed shut.

Nate spun at the feminine shriek and found one purely pissed off and furious Olivia Cattenach stomping toward him.

Homicidal eyes red-rimmed, lips firm, auburn hair flying around her head, and a fierce wrinkle between her brows, she launched at him. He barely had time to set his feet and her fists were pounding his chest.

"You...jerk!" Punch. "How could you take off like that?" Punch. "I looked everywhere ...