by Robin Perini
Two people whose dangerous pasts are never far behind...
Will their secrets catch up to them
Stranded in small-town Texas, desperate to keep her daughter from her serial-killer ex, Faith Thomas must rely on covert operative Léon Royce. But he, too, is on the run, hiding his real identity and denying his real attraction to Faith. Protecting her and Zoe becomes his mission...one he’ll risk his life—and heart—for.
“Listen to me, Faith. Whatever I have to do, however I have to do it, I’ll make certain you and Zoe are safe. I promise you that. I have a friend who can create new identities that Burke can never track. I promise.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
She leaped at him and threw her arms around his neck in a grateful hug. He wrapped his arms around her, but within seconds, the warmth of her body tugged at him. Faith cleared her throat and stepped out of his arms.
He couldn’t speak. His gaze fell to her lips and awareness sizzled between them.
She swallowed deeply and wet her lips.
He nearly groaned in response. He shouldn’t feel this way. He couldn’t. He’d already admitted to himself that however long it took, he’d see Faith and Zoe safe before he carried out his own plans.
Faith gripped his shirt. She blinked once, then twice and shook her head. “This can’t happen,” she whispered under her breath.
LAST STAND
IN TEXAS
Robin Perini
Award-winning author Robin Perini’s love of heart-stopping suspense and poignant romance, coupled with her adoration of high-tech weaponry and covert ops, encouraged her secret inner commando to take on the challenge of writing romantic suspense novels. Robin loves to interact with readers. You can catch her on her website, www.robinperini.com, and on several major social-networking sites, or write to her at PO Box 50472, Albuquerque, NM 87181-0472.
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Faith Thomas—When her Prince Charming turned into a frog, she struggled to provide a good life for herself and her daughter while dealing with her ex-husband and his powerful family. Until she discovers her ex’s horrifying acts. Unable to trust anyone, including law enforcement, she’s on the run to save her daughter’s life, and her own.
Léon Royce—The most mysterious member of the elite group of operatives in Covert Technology Confidential, only a few know his true identity—for their safety as much as his own. When he chooses to protect Faith and Zoe, his cover is blown. Will his secrets cost all of them their lives?
Zoe Thomas—At seven years old, she hates this unexpected vacation because she’s missing Little League baseball season, not to mention a trip to a big-league ball game with her father. She just wants to go home.
Burke Thomas—Faith’s ex-husband wants custody of his daughter and will do anything to take her away from Faith. Even frame his ex-wife. But Burke’s hiding a deadly secret behind his perfect mask, more lethal than anyone can imagine…especially for those closest to him.
Gerard Thomas—Burke’s father has been grooming his only child to take over the family business. He’s overlooked his son’s spoiled behavior for years, even accepted his marriage to a woman less than worthy of joining their family. Can Gerard find a way to save his corporate empire from a scandal that could cost him everything?
Annie—The woman with no name, no past and only a camper to call home is nothing if not cautious when it comes to business. When Faith begs her for assistance, will Annie turn her away or help her disappear?
Catcher—This Newfoundland puppy could never have understood that he would put the young girl who loves him in mortal danger.
This one’s for all my Carder, Texas, Connections readers. Your letters and encouragement urged me to tell more CTC stories. This book wouldn’t exist without you. Thank you for loving the Carder, Texas, world as much as I do.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Shadow Point Deputy by Julie Anne Lindsey
Prologue
The humidity weighing down the late spring breeze buffeted against Burke Thomas like an unwanted lover. At least the burning Texas sun would be at his back on his return to the civilized side of Dallas˗Fort Worth.
The curtains from his ex-wife’s dilapidated house shifted and she peeked out. At the sight of her, an exploding ache burst at the base of his skull. If killing Faith were a viable option, his life would markedly improve. He wanted nothing more than to break through the front door and give in to his desire.
Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek to rein in the unfeasible need.
Burke forced himself to take a slow, deep breath before turning on his heel and striding calmly to his Mercedes. He could maintain control. He was in control.
He opened the car door, but the new-car smell didn’t possess the crisp, clean scent he savored. He peered down at the seat. A small streak of mud marred the leather.
Zoe.
His nails bit into his palm, piercing the skin.
Dirt from his daughter’s jeans had soiled his car.
Unacceptable. His child needed etiquette lessons. Now. If it wasn’t too late already.
He removed a plastic bag from the glove compartment and pulled out a clean rag and leather conditioner. Carefully, he swiped the mud away. His movements grew frantic, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The shine would reappear. It had to.
Zoe. Zoe. Zoe. Zoe.
With each swipe his daughter’s name circled in his mind. He had to get control of her. If he could instill appropriate behavior in her as a seven-year-old, perhaps she wouldn’t take after her mother. He’d come to the obvious conclusion that delayed training had been the problem with his ex-wife. Before he’d fully molded her, she’d ruined everything and forced him to divorce her.
After one last, vicious swipe, he studied the glistening surface. It would do.
He slid into the Mercedes and with a quick turn of his key, the engine roared to life. He glared at the now-closed curtains and screeched away from the house.
No more delays. He tapped his phone.
“Mr. Thomas?” his lawyer answered.
“Deliver the document. Now.”
“It’s Friday night after five. Our couriers have left for the evening. We can accommodate you first thing Monday.”
“Tonight. Within the hour. Or do you want me to take my family’s business elsewhere?”
Burke smiled. He could almost hear the ma
n choke through the phone.
“Of course not, sir. The revised custody agreement will be in your ex-wife’s hands within the hour.”
“See that it is.”
With a curse, he threw his phone across the seat, the frustration hammering his skull. His skin itched as if a rash bristled just beneath the surface. It was happening again. It always happened when Faith defied him.
Burke needed relief.
Sweat popped against his brow. He gripped the steering wheel. The familiar urge rose through his spine and into his head. The need settled and expanded, impatient and undeniable.
Why not celebrate Faith’s latest punishment with his own personal gift to himself? Hadn’t he denied himself enough tonight?
Burke jerked the steering wheel and guided his vehicle straight to the ideal hunting ground. He needed a woman.
With each passing stoplight, his skin prickled in ever-escalating anticipation. More often than not, he relished foreplay more than the act itself.
Tonight would be memorable. For both of them.
The search wasn’t quick or easy, but Burke possessed remarkable patience. After two hours, his entire body brimmed with eagerness. He opened the car’s passenger door for his choice, rounded the vehicle and joined her in the front seat.
Burke flipped on the air conditioner and sent his guest a sidelong glance. She was perfect for his plans tonight. Her eyes, in particular, had caught his attention. Big, emerald-green and noteworthy. Plus, she possessed the lithe figure Faith had lost the moment she’d gotten pregnant.
The woman’s blond hair was just the right color, as well. It probably wasn’t real, but he could live with one flaw. Besides, the dye job wasn’t half-bad.
Either way, she would do nicely; she’d give him exactly what he needed.
She settled against the upholstery seat cover with a sigh and shot him a come-hither look. What was her name again? Randi, Brandi, Candi? It didn’t matter. He’d just call her sweetheart.
He ran his hand through her long blond locks. She hadn’t caked them up with hair spray like some women did. He let the silky strands slip through his fingers and bent his head to her ear. “It’s too public to do what I want to do to you. How about a ride?”
“You got the money, I’m all yours,” she said, her voice husky with need, her words slurred with intoxication.
His gaze scanned the road and surroundings. No police cars or cabs. He didn’t worry about cameras. He knew exactly where they were located, and he’d paid well to disable those on his preferred route. He’d seen to the necessary detail the first time he’d used the Shiny Penny Bar as one of his selection zones. Tonight, all the vehicles were dark. No witnesses. He was safe.
She placed her hand on his leg. “Where are we going?”
“A midnight drive.”
“How about a little preview?” She ran her fingers high on his thigh and sent him a flirtatious glance.
He gripped her arm to stop her from exploring too soon. “Not yet, sweetheart. I have big plans for you.”
By the time they reached an elaborate garden park, Burke’s heart pounded with anticipation. He pulled onto a side street and grabbed the prepacked supply kit from behind his seat. He held out his hand to her. “Come with me. I have something to show you.”
He pulled her close, his arm pressing her rail-thin body against his. He led her to a locked gate and shimmied through the rails.
She grinned and slipped through after him. “You’re so bad.”
“I haven’t even begun.”
He wound his way through the English-style hedges to a small wall of trees. He pushed a branch aside. “After you, my dear.”
She ducked through the lush oaks. He followed. They were enclosed in a small clearing, hidden from prying eyes.
“We’re alone.” She smiled and leaned against him, crushing her breasts into his chest.
“All alone,” he whispered quietly, staring down at her, studying his choice.
The moon shone down from the break in the treetops. The gleaming light made her skin appear smooth and ageless, blurring her face so he could ignore the discrepancies with the woman who haunted his dreams.
Perhaps this one would quash the hunger inside of him.
He stroked her cheek with his thumb, across to the cleft in her chin. His heart kicked up a notch. The flaw proved she wasn’t his dream lover. She wasn’t even Faith.
His pulse raced, his breathing quickened. He should’ve been disappointed, but he wasn’t. His body hardened with excitement of what was to come.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, nestling closer, grinding her hips against his.
“Almost,” he whispered. He removed a plastic-lined sheet from his bag and spread it out, before guiding her a few steps to its center. His body tingled. “It’s time.”
She reached down to his zipper. He slapped her hands away, grabbed her hair and yanked, forcing her to look into his eyes.
She clutched at his hands. “Ow! What are you doing?”
With a smile, he tugged harder. Her eyes blurred with tears before the true nature of her predicament dawned on her less-than-Mensa intellect.
Burke smiled when fear, then panic widened her eyes.
He pulled a knife from the sheath at the small of his back and whipped the blade around. With joyful precision, he sliced long and deep across her throat. She clutched at her neck, but he knew his business. He’d studied. Diligently. For years.
She was dead in seconds.
Her body dropped to the ground. Her eyes stared sightless at the moon. He looked down at her and sighed. The cut had been deadly accurate, but life always left too soon. The efficient kill was a necessary sacrifice. He couldn’t afford for her to resist too much. Scratching and fighting might result in evidence, something he refused to tolerate.
Burke knelt and tugged over his supply kit. He’d been looking forward to this one. The Eyeball Killer had fascinated him since the man’s first mention during Burke’s research.
He laid out his tools and studied her face. Green eyes were the rarest in the world. They would be a nice addition to his collection. He would have liked to collect brown, gray and blue, and maybe even hazel, as well. Too bad his discipline only allowed him the one opportunity to copy a unique modus operandi.
Discipline and preparation. That was what made him successful. And uncatchable. Regardless of his father’s concerns.
Burke pushed her hair aside. Clutching the knife oh so slowly, he pressed the blade at the corner of one of her beautiful, blank and lifeless eyes.
Everything up to this moment had been foreplay.
Now for the main event.
* * *
THE MORNING LIGHT broke through the space between the kitchen curtains.
“Can I take the tablet Daddy gave me to school?” Zoe ran into the room at full speed and skidded to a stop in front of her mother, a huge smile on her face.
Faith folded the legal-sized paper and returned the custody agreement to the envelope for the umpteenth time. She rubbed the bridge of her nose to ease the building headache. She couldn’t believe Burke had filed for full custody.
Undeniable proof she’d been a first-class fool. How many years had she believed she’d married Prince Charming, that he’d swept her out of the Shiny Penny, where she’d barely made enough to pay rent, and into a fairy tale? The only good to come of her marriage with Burke was her daughter. And the lesson Faith’s mother had tried to teach her—never rely on anyone but yourself.
With a sigh, she gulped another swallow of coffee. She’d left Zoe with her neighbor half of Friday night hoping to find Burke, praying to talk some sense into him.
She’d finally located him near the bar where they’d first met, but not before he’d hooked up with another woman. Must’ve been some night, because he’d been in
communicado ever since.
Not that she cared. She’d stopped loving him long ago, but Zoe’s well-being was at stake. Zoe irritated him more than anything. She couldn’t imagine him taking care of her every day, seven days a week. He wanted a perfect china doll for a daughter. A child he could show off and then shoo away. Zoe would never be that. Faith’s daughter was a tomboy through and through. She was messy, eager and independent. And definitely not a wallflower. Faith loved every inch of her.
She slid the rubber band off the morning paper. She’d have to fight the Thomas family machine to keep her daughter. To do that, Faith needed a job with more regular hours than her diner gig.
Intent on searching the classifieds, she spread the paper out. Below the fold on the front page, a photo screamed out. A familiar-looking blond-haired woman smiled at her. The caption chilled Faith’s soul.
“Local Woman Murdered. No Suspects.”
Quickly, Faith scanned the story and stopped at a single paragraph. Mandy Jones’s time of death was estimated between seven and ten.
Faith dropped the paper on the kitchen table, her body frozen in shock and disbelief. Faith had seen Mandy that night. She couldn’t make herself believe this was possible, and yet, she knew what she’d witnessed.
Mandy Jones in the passenger seat of her ex-husband’s car.
Chapter One
Three months later
The gray clouds threatening the West Texas sky earlier in the day had turned black. The air sizzled with electricity, and a rare drizzle of rain seeped into Stefan’s skin. He peered at the sky. Strange, but the weather matched his mood today, so he’d go with it.
He ducked his head and darted up the Carder Texas Public Library’s steps. Rain rolled off the brim of his Stetson, the incessant damp reminding him of the mountains of the tiny European country he’d once called home. A home on the other side of the globe. A home he hadn’t visited in years. A homeland that believed he’d been assassinated along with his older brother during a failed coup d’état.