She’d brought him his greatest joy.
Now he must save her life…
Rancher Kara Holland’s hot on the trail of a murderer who’s
been killing surrogates—like she was for her ill sister. But when Kara’s trap
goes terribly wrong, she’s thrust headlong into the killer’s crosshairs…along
with her sister’s widower, Deputy Daniel Logan. And as she and Daniel stay one
frantic step ahead of a deadly foe, the sparks igniting between them rival the
danger they face.
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Kara Holland stood in the darkness and waited for the
killer.
With her heartbeat throbbing in her ears and her back pressed
to the barn wall, she tried to listen for any sound to alert her that he was
coming. Nothing. Not yet. But she’d done everything she could to lure him out
and make him come after her.
And she was ready.
She had the Glock gripped in her hand, and thanks to the
hours of firearms training, she knew how to use it. If that failed, if he
somehow got the jump on her, she’d fall back on the hand-to-hand moves she’d
also learned. Of course, those things didn’t guarantee that she would stop him,
but she had to try. She was tired of living with this smothering weight of
fear.
Finally, she heard something. The sound of a car engine.
Then a door closing. He had finally come for her.
The next thing she heard were the footsteps, slow and
cautious. They were coming straight toward her barn.
She’d purposely turned off all but the single light in
the tack room, and Kara had left the door cracked just enough for a thin beam
to pierce the darkness. She stayed in the shadows by a stack of hay bales, but
when the killer came in the barn, she’d be able to see him.
Kara could certainly hear him.
Along with the footsteps, the hinges creaked on the barn
door, and she pinpointed every bit of her focus while she lifted the Glock. And
she took aim.
“Kara?” the man called out.
She groaned, mixing it with some muttered profanity,
because she instantly recognized that voice. Not a killer. But Deputy Daniel
Logan.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped once she could
manage to speak.
“Checking on you,” Daniel snapped right back.
When he stepped into that beam of light from the tack
room, she had no trouble seeing the riled expression on his face. Or the rest
of him for that matter. He was wearing his usual jeans and work shirt on his
tall rangy body. His Mercy Ridge deputy’s badge was clipped to his belt.
“I’m fine,” Kara assured him. Of course, that wasn’t
true, and he could clearly see that. After all, she was waiting in her dark
barn while holding a gun. “You can go.”
“No, I won’t.” Daniel sounded “all cop” with that
one-word response. And he didn’t budge, either. In fact, he came closer,
meeting her eye to eye.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Kara insisted.
“I wanted to have a look around and see for myself if
the rumors were true. They are,” he added in a snarl. “What the hell are you
thinking?”
“You know what I’m thinking,” she fired back.
That only caused him to release a long hard breath. No
doubt one of frustration. Well, she was frustrated, too. And scared. Especially
scared. Something that she’d hoped to end tonight.
“Two surrogates are dead,” Kara reminded him. Not that a
reminder was necessary. Daniel knew because she’d already told him. She’d
taken the news articles to him right away when she had learned about the dead
women. “Both used the Willingham Fertility Clinic in San Antonio.”
Just as Kara had done. Again, no reminder was necessary
for Daniel since the reason she had used the clinic and become a surrogate was
to carry a baby for Daniel and his wife, Maryanne. Maryanne had also been
Kara’s sister.
As it always did, just remembering Maryanne made her feel as if someone had clamped a vise around her heart. It was almost certainly even worse for Daniel. It’d been nearly two years since Maryanne had lost her battle with breast cancer, but sometimes it felt as fresh as if it’d just happened.
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