In His Sights (Stealth Series Book 2)

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by Danica Winters


  She laughed, the sound mixing with the footsteps of the task forces and their detainees as they marched down the hall beside them.

  As they walked by, Arthur gave them a wink. “I’ll see you guys back in the States. If you need anything, or have any questions, you know where to find me.”

  Jarrod flipped the guy the bird as he laughed.

  All he cared about now was Mindy. “Ms. Kohl, it appears as though we finally may have a bit of time alone.”

  “And for the moment, it appears no one is trying to murder us.”

  He laughed. “Are you going to be bored if no one throws nerve agents at us?”

  She shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. “Is this what it’s going to be like, married to you?”

  He couldn’t believe this was really happening, that in just a matter of moments his entire life had changed for the better. Even so, he couldn’t completely give in to the happiness.

  “Are you sure that I’m what you want in your life? I mean, what about Anya?”

  She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I know that you and your family are among the safest places that we could possibly be. But I’m going to need her approval. Oh, and she has to have a spot in our wedding.”

  “But aren’t you going back to NYC? You have the company to worry about...and now that you’re down an assistant...”

  “I have a feeling that we’re going to start moving in a new direction. But I’m not going to worry about any of that right now. Just like the rest of our lives—you and I are going to have to just figure this thing out as we go.” She ran her hand down his cheek as their gazes met. “Now, sir, take me upstairs and show me what adventure means to you.”

  Epilogue

  Anya ran out of the front door of the Widow Maker Ranch’s main house as they drove up and parked in the driveway. Zoey was close at her heels.

  “Anta!” Anya called, throwing her little round hands up into the air as she waited for Mindy to come sweep her into her arms.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” Mindy called, waving at her niece as she and Jarrod stepped out of the car. “How did it go?” she asked Zoey as she made her way over to Anya and pulled her into her embrace.

  The little one smelled of Cheerios and fresh air, and it reminded her of exactly what she wanted for the girl.

  “Everything went great. And from the sounds of it, far better than your trip.” Zoey gave Jarrod a hug.

  Jarrod let go of his sister and sent Mindy a sly grin.

  She was glad that they had waited to tell Zoey and the rest of the world their good news. It had been a fun weekend spent in the safety of the hotel room in Sweden, telling each other everything about themselves and their pasts, down to which kind of toothpaste was their favorite.

  “Actually, it wasn’t too bad.” Mindy smiled as she sat Anya on the porch and knelt down in front of her. “Before we go inside—Anya, I have a little surprise for you.” She reached in her purse and pulled out a Barbie dressed in a bridal gown.

  “Oh, she pretty.” Anya took the doll and pulled it to her chest, smoothing the doll’s hair like it was her own personal baby.

  “Look, Anya.” She motioned for her to more closely examine the doll’s hand. “She has a ring on.”

  Anya nodded as she stared down at the doll’s hand. “Anta?” she asked, confusion on her face.

  “Look.” Mindy stretched out her hand so both Zoey and Anya could see the diamond ring that Jarrod had bought her. “Jarrod gave me this.”

  Zoey squealed beside them, and she jumped from foot to foot and wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck. “Yeah, you guys! I knew it!”

  “Always the family planner.” Jarrod laughed, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

  “But first,” Jarrod said, turning back to the little one. “I have to ask... Do you think it would be okay if your auntie marries me?”

  Anya toddled over to him. She wrapped her arms around his legs, the Barbie still in her hand, and looked up at him, giving him a wide smile and an enthusiastic nod.

  He lifted her into his arms.

  “Okay,” Anya said, snuggling into his chest. She reached out for Mindy. “You’re Anta.” Then she pointed to herself. “I’m Anya.”

  “Yes, baby girl. I’m Anta and you’re Anya.”

  “Uh-huh,” Anya said, smoothing her doll’s hair. “Anta and Anya. I just like you.” She gave her a sweet smile. “I love you, Anta.”

  Mindy moved to them and wrapped Anya and Jarrod in her arms as tears filled her eyes. “I love you, too, little one.”

  Anya rested her cheek against hers. “And Jarrod?”

  “Yes, baby girl, I love Jarrod, too.” She smiled as Jarrod wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tighter into their new family’s embrace.

  “I love you, too, my girls,” Jarrod said, looking over at his sister.

  For once in her life, Mindy was at peace. At least for now. The future, though she knew it would bring its own set of troubles and upheavals, looked bright. She would spend it with the people she truly loved, and she had no doubt that their lives would be nothing less than wonderful.

  * * *

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  A Threat to His Family

  by Delores Fossen

  Chapter One

  Deputy Owen Slater knew something was wrong the moment he stopped his truck in front of his house.

  There were no lights on, not even the ones on the porch or in the upstairs window of the nursery. It was just a little past eight and that meant it was his daughter Addie’s bedtime, but she always slept with the lamp on.

  If the electricity had gone off, the nanny, Francine Landry, would have almost certainly texted Owen to let him know. Besides, Owen had already spotted a light in the barn. That wasn’t unusual since the light was often left on there, but it meant the power definitely wasn’t out.

  Because he was both a father and a cop, the bad thoughts came and his pulse kicked up hard and fast. Something had maybe gone wrong. Over the years, he’d made plenty of arrests, and it could be that someone wanted to get back at him. A surefire way to do that was to come here to his home, to a place where he thought he and his child were safe.

  The panic came, shooting through him when he thought of his daughter being in danger. Addie was only eighteen months old, just a baby. He’d already lost her mother in childbirth and he couldn’t lose Addie, too.

  That got Owen drawing his gun as he started running. He fired glances all around him in case this was an ambush, but no one came at him as he barreled up the porch steps.

  Hell.

  The front door was slightly ajar. That was another indication that something wasn’t right. Francine always kept things locked up tight now that Addie was walking and had developed some escape skills.

  Owen didn’t call out to Francine, something he desperately wanted to do with the h
ope he’d hear her say that everything was okay. But if he called out, it could alert someone other than the nanny. Still, he prayed that she would come rushing in to give him some account for what was happening. But no good explanation came to mind.

  Owen tried to rein in his heartbeat and breathing. Hard to do, though, when the stakes were this high, but he forced himself to remember his training and experience. That meant requesting backup before he started a search of the area. He quickly texted his brother Kellan to get there ASAP so he’d have some help if needed.

  The tight knot in Owen’s gut told him it would be needed.

  And Kellan was the best backup Owen could ask for. Not only was he the sheriff of their hometown of Longview Ridge, he lived just two miles away. Kellan could be there in no time.

  Using his elbow, Owen nudged the door open all the way and glanced around. His house had an open floor plan, so with a single sweeping glance, he could take in the living room, kitchen and dining area. Or at least he could have done that had it not been so blasted dark. There were way too many shadows. Too many places for someone to hide.

  Owen flipped the light switch. Nothing. That snowballed the wildfire concerns because it meant someone could have cut off the power to the house. He doubted this was some kind of electric malfunction because if it had been, Francine would have gotten out the candles and flashlights since she was well aware of Addie’s fear of the dark.

  Even though his brother would be here in minutes, Owen didn’t want to wait for him. The thought of his baby hurt and scared got him moving. With a two-handed grip on his gun, he checked behind the sofa, making sure he continued to keep watch. No one was there, so he moved to the dining room. Still no one.

  But he heard something.

  There were footsteps upstairs. Not Addie’s toddling feet, either. These were heavy and slow, probably the way his own steps would sound if he were up there looking around. Owen turned to head in that direction in case it was Francine, but that was when he noticed the back door was open, too. And there were sounds coming from the yard.

  “Shh,” someone whispered. “We need to play the quiet game.”

  Because the voice was so ragged, it took Owen a moment to realize it was Laney Martin, his ranch manager. That sent him hurrying straight to the door, and he saw Laney running toward the barn. She had Addie clutched to her chest, her hand cupping the back of the baby’s head.

  Owen didn’t call out to them, but he did catch a glimpse of Laney’s face as they ducked into the barn. She was terrified. He hadn’t needed anything to up his own level of fear, but that did it. He ran across the yard and went straight into the barn. He heard another sound. Laney’s sharp gasp.

  “It’s me,” Owen whispered just in case she thought it was someone else who’d followed them in there.

  Laney had already moved to the far corner of the barn next to a stack of hay bales. When she shifted her position, Owen could see his baby’s face. Addie was smiling as if this were indeed a fun game. It was good that she was too young to realize the danger they were in.

  “Where’s Francine?” he asked. “Is she in the house?”

  Laney shook her head. “The nursing home called about her mom a half hour ago.” While her voice was level enough for him to understand her, each word had come through her panting breaths. “Francine asked me to watch Addie while she went over there to check on her.”

  Francine’s mom had dementia so it wasn’t unusual for the nanny to get calls about her. However, this was the first time she’d left Addie with Laney. Maybe, though, Francine had done that because she’d known Owen would soon be home.

  An intruder who’d been watching the place would have known that, too.

  “Who’s in the house?” he asked.

  Another head shake from Laney. “A man.”

  Not that he needed it, but Owen had more confirmation of the danger. He saw that Laney had a gun, a small snub-nosed .38. It didn’t belong to him, nor was it one that he’d ever seen in the guesthouse where Laney was staying. Later, he’d ask her about it, about why she hadn’t mentioned that she had a weapon, but for now they obviously had a much bigger problem.

  Owen texted this brother again, to warn him about the intruder so that Kellan didn’t walk into a situation that could turn deadly. He also asked Kellan to call in more backup. If the person upstairs started shooting, Owen wanted all the help he could get.

  “What happened?” Owen whispered to Laney.

  She opened her mouth, paused and then closed it as if she’d changed her mind about what to say. “About ten minutes ago, I was in the kitchen with Addie when the power went off. A few seconds later, a man came in through the front door and I hid in the pantry with her until he went upstairs.”

  Smart thinking on Laney’s part to hide instead of panicking or confronting the guy. But it gave Owen an uneasy feeling that Laney could think that fast under such pressure. And then there was the gun again. Where had she gotten it? The guesthouse was on the other side of the backyard, much farther away than the barn. If she’d gone to the guesthouse to get the gun, why hadn’t she just stayed there with Addie? It would have been safer than running across the yard with the baby.

  “Did you get a good look at the man?” Owen prompted.

  Laney again shook her head. “But I heard him. When he stepped into the house, I knew it wasn’t you, so I guessed it must be trouble.”

  Again, quick thinking on her part. He wasn’t sure why, though, that gave him a very uneasy feeling.

  “I didn’t hear or see a vehicle,” Laney added.

  Owen hadn’t seen one, either, which meant the guy must have come on foot. Not impossible, but Owen’s ranch was a good half mile from the main road. If this was a thief, he wasn’t going to get away with much. Plus, it would be damn brazen of some idiot to break into a cop’s home just to commit a robbery.

  So what was really going on?

  Owen glanced around the barn, also keeping watch on the yard in case the intruder followed them out here. Part of him wanted that to happen so he could make the piece of dirt pay for putting Addie and Laney through this.

  There were no ranch hands around that he could see. Not a surprise. He ran a small operation and only had three full-time hands and Laney, who managed the place. Other than Laney, none of the others lived on the grounds. Not even Francine, since she had her own house only a couple of miles away.

  He glanced at the light switch and considered turning it off, but that might only make things worse. If the intruder saw it, he would know they were in the barn, and he might come out there with guns blazing.

  Owen’s phone dinged with a text message from Kellan.

  I’m here, parked just up the road from your truck. Where is he?

  Owen texted back.

  Still in the house, I think.

  But the moment he fired off the message, Owen saw something in the back doorway of the house. The moonlight glinted off metal and he caught a glimpse of the gun. That confirmed his worst fears, though he couldn’t actually see the person holding the weapon. That was because he was likely dressed in all black and staying in the shadows.

  Owen ducked back to avoid the barn light. That light probably helped Addie since she wasn’t fretting as she usually did in the dark, but it might seem like a beacon to some thug looking to start trouble.

  “Stay down,” Owen instructed Laney. “I’ll see if I can draw this guy out into the open—”

  “You could be shot,” she said before he even finished, her voice shaking.

  Yeah, he could be, but if anyone was going to become a target, Owen wanted it to be him. He didn’t want any shots fired into the barn or anywhere near Addie.

  He texted Kellan to let him know that he was about to head out the back of the barn. He could then use the corral fence and nearby shrubs for cover to circle around the house.

&n
bsp; Keep watch of the front, Owen added to the text.

  He didn’t intend to let this joker get away. He wanted to know who he was and why he’d broken in.

  Owen eased the barn door shut and moved a saddle in front of it to block it. It wouldn’t stop anyone for long, which was why he had to hurry. He ran to the back of the barn and climbed out through the opening sometimes used to push hay into the corral. When his feet hit the ground, he took a quick look around him.

  No one.

  No sounds, either. If the intruder was coming their way, he was being quiet about it. Owen tried to do the same as he made his way to the front side of the barn to take a look at the back porch.

  Owen cursed.

  The guy with the gun was no longer in sight, but the door was still open. Maybe he’d stepped back into the shadows to look for them. But that didn’t make sense, either. By now, the intruder must have spotted Owen’s truck, which was rigged with a police siren, and would have known that he had called for backup. That meant he possibly could have already fled the scene.

  His phone dinged again with a text message. Owen was about to look down at the screen when he heard a sound he didn’t want to hear.

  A gunshot cracked through the air.

  It didn’t go into the part of the barn where Laney and Addie were, thank God, but it did slam into the wood right next to where Owen was standing. That forced him to move back. And to wait. He didn’t have to wait long. However, this time it wasn’t another shot. It was a man’s voice.

  “Elaine?” a man yelled. “I know you’re out there.”

  Owen had no idea who this Elaine was, so maybe this was a case of the thug showing up at the wrong place.

  Except, wasn’t Laney a nickname for Elaine?

  Was this man someone from Laney’s past? Maybe an old boyfriend who’d come to settle a score?

  If so, she’d never mentioned it and nothing had shown up about relationship issues in the background check he’d run on her, and he’d been pretty darn thorough since Laney would be living so close to Addie and him. While he continued to volley glances all around him, Owen checked his phone screen and saw the text from Kellan.

 

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