Deadly Mountain Refuge: Mountain Ambush ; Mountain Hideaway

by Christy Barritt

  Help was here. Help was finally here.

  * * *

  As soon as Leo and his men had been cleared from the building and taken into police custody, Tessa turned to Trent. She had so much she needed to say, but words didn’t seem adequate at the moment. He’d saved her life, given her hope for the future and restored her faith in people. How could she show her gratitude for all of that?

  She settled for “Thank you.”

  His hand covered her neck and jaw as he looked tenderly into her eyes. His look showed warmth and love and a depth of emotion that couldn’t be faked. “You gave me a good scare.”

  “I know, but—”

  Before she could finish her sentence, his lips covered hers. Time seemed to stand still around them. Everyone else disappeared. Memories of the atrocity that had occurred vanished. At the moment, it was just Trent and Tessa.

  “I’d do anything for the woman I love,” Trent whispered when they pulled away. “Anything. I hope you’ve realized that over the past several days.”

  Her heart raced at his proclamation. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you, Trent. I never thought I would be able to say that. But, against all the odds, here I am. I’ve never meant the words more.”

  “You two ready to give a statement?” the agent in charge asked behind them.

  Trent kept his arm around Tessa as they turned toward the man.

  “I’m ready to share everything I know,” Tessa said. “Especially now that Leo is behind bars.”

  “We’ve had surveillance on Leo and his men for quite some time. I’m hoping that we have the evidence now to put him away for good.”

  “After we get done here, what do you say we go see your family?” Trent asked.

  Warmth spread from her heart to the rest of her body. “I think that would be the most wonderful thing ever...especially with you by my side.”

  He smiled before kissing her forehead. “Then, let’s get this over with.”

  EPILOGUE

  Six months later

  Tessa flipped off the TV after watching the evening news, and a satisfied smile washed across her face. She looked up at Trent, who sat beside her on the couch, and saw that he shared the same expression.

  With a new sense of relief filling her, she threw her arms around him. “I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “This really is over.”

  His arms circled her waist. She still marveled at his strength—both physically and emotionally. He’d been her rock from the day they’d met, and she thanked God every day that their paths had crossed.

  The news anchor had just announced what Tessa and Trent had already suspected would happen—Leo McAllister had accepted a plea deal. He’d be going away for a long time, as would the family’s contact with the defense contractor. Not only that, but several weapon blueprints had been intercepted before they’d gotten into the wrong hands.

  “You can finally get on with your life,” Trent said, pulling back and looking her in the eye. There was an undeniable gleam of affection there. “We can finally get on with our lives.”

  Tessa smiled. She liked the sound of that. Ever since Leo had been arrested, Trent had been at her side. He’d seen to it that he was her personal bodyguard until he was absolutely sure Leo was no longer a threat. And Tessa hadn’t minded it one bit. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Trent would do whatever he needed to in order to keep her safe. He’d proved that.

  She’d never felt so loved or valued by a man before. Nor had she ever felt such an easy trust.

  Not only that, but her mom and brother and sister and nieces and nephews were all back in her life. She’d been so happy to see them and catch up and hug them again.

  She’d called Salem, also. He was just fine. Tessa had worried about him, worried that Leo might have tracked him down. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened.

  Life was falling into place again.

  She leaned back into the couch. They were at Trent’s house right now. Tessa was living with her mom until she started her new job. She was pleased that she’d soon be working for Trent. She’d be helping him with any cyber issues that popped up in the course of his PI work, as well as with coordinating some of his jobs. It wasn’t necessarily something she’d seen herself doing, but she enjoyed organizing and coordinating. Even more, she loved working with Trent.

  “Tessa?” Trent asked, his voice husky and serious.

  She’d told him that she preferred to go by Tessa now. Theresa seemed too much like the person she used to be.

  She glanced up at him, noting that there was a new expression in his eyes. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Excitement? Nervousness? Mischief? “Yes?”

  He rubbed his lips together before speaking. “I know the past six months have been a whirlwind. Totally unexpected and surprising and dangerous at times. But I need to ask you something.”

  She gripped his arms, hoping she never had to be without his embrace. She felt as though she could move mountains with him by her side. She sucked in a breath as she anticipated what he had to say. “Anything.”

  In one fluid movement, he was down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

  Her eyes widened with delight and surprise. That was when the ring in his hands came into focus. “Really?” She couldn’t believe it—she hadn’t been hearing things.

  His eyes danced. “Really. You’ve turned my life upside down, Tessa. You made me realize I can love again, that there’s life beyond tragedy. I know the circumstances that pulled us together were unconventional, but I’m so glad they led us to where we are today. I want to start a life with you.”

  “Me, too.”

  He smiled. “So what do you think? Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Trent McCabe?”

  She grinned so widely that it hurt. “Yes! I would be thrilled. Elated.”

  He laughed as he stood up, slid the ring on her finger and pulled her into a long hug. He twirled her around before putting her back firmly on her feet. Their gazes met, their faces only inches from each other. “I love you, Tessa Davidson.”

  “I love you, Trent McCabe.”

  And Tessa knew without a doubt that life had somehow worked out to bring her right to this very minute.

  * * *

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  Rocky Mountain Sabotage

  by Jill Elizabeth Nelson

  ONE

  Lauren Carter ground her teeth together as she glared down at rugged Rocky Moun
tain scenery. Her breath formed patches of milky condensation on the window of the charter jet she’d boarded a little over three hours ago in New York. Thousands of feet below, cloud-wreathed peaks stabbed toward the plane’s belly. A little lower, snow-whitened troughs outlined with black ridges resembled an enormous, raggedly striped quilt. Quite breathtaking. She might actually start enjoying this impromptu fall vacation trip to California if not for her mother’s annoying question rattling around her brain like a rogue ping-pong ball.

  What do you think of our handsome pilot? Why couldn’t the two of them have a relaxing getaway—try to rebuild some of the closeness they once shared—without Mom angling to set her up with any male old enough to shave but not yet eligible for a midlife crisis?

  Fortunately, that criteria left out the other five passengers on the plane. The executives from three different investment corporations were transportation-pooling to some convention in San Francisco. All of them appeared old enough to be the father Lauren had barely known. One even looked old enough to be her grandfather. And since the copilot, who doubled as cabin attendant, was a female of about Lauren’s age of thirty-one, that left Kent Garland on Mother’s list—the pilot with sun-streaked brown hair, a chin like one of these rocky ridges, and a gray gaze as cool as one of the snowy peaks. Handsome? Sure, if a woman liked the rugged type.

  Something small and hard jabbed Lauren’s knee. Mom’s fingernail, of course. If she had to lean across the space between their facing seats in order to gain Lauren’s attention, the woman was serious about getting an answer.

  “Did you hear what I asked, dear?” Mom uttered her words in that quiet, refined-sugar tone she reserved for “discreet” conversation.

  Lauren met her mother’s stare. “If I had a nickel for every time you’ve asked something like that, my school loans would be paid off.”

  Mom’s full mouth puckered and long lashes lowered over true-blue eyes, but not in time to disguise irritation. The brightening pink tinge across her mother’s high cheekbones betrayed embarrassment at the volume of her daughter’s voice. Lauren’s face heated as several executives, two seated on the nearby couch and the elder statesman in a leather-bound seat kitty-corner across the aisle, looked up from laptops or Wall Street magazines.

  She heaved an internal sigh. Face it, girl. Your mama is the quintessential Georgia peach, soft and sweet on the outside, but all hard-core on the inside. And you are and always have been a steel safe on the outside and a hot mess on the inside.

  From old photographs and fuzzy, small-child memories, Lauren had long ago become aware that she’d inherited her auburn hair, green eyes, height and build from her AWOL father—which made her something of an Amazon around most other women and many guys. She must have also inherited from him her tendency to erect ironclad walls around her heart. Or maybe that was just how she protected herself from experiencing that kind of abandonment again. At least she wasn’t the sort who ran out on family and responsibilities when the going got a little rocky. She assured herself of that fact often, but the balm of self-righteousness did little to soothe the stupid, nagging ache in her core.

  Lauren pressed her lips together. You’d think she’d be over her father’s desertion by now. Was it something a person could get past? She desperately wanted to feel whole. Even the church-going faith she’d grown up with hadn’t yet completely healed the wound.

  Mom lowered her head and smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of her beige pants. A smattering of tiny age spots on the back of her slim hand tattled on her fiftysomething age. “If you’d just let Marlin take care of those loans for you, you’d have a clean slate already. Just the other day, he said to me, ‘Nina, talk to that proud girl of yours. I’d like to help her—’”

  “We’re not going there, either, Mom.” Lauren worked at keeping her voice low, but she couldn’t hide the ferocity. “He arranged and paid for this plane trip, and I’m grateful, but he’s not buying shares in my life. I’m glad you found someone and that you love him, but—”

  Her mother’s intake of breath and wide gaze shot a pang through Lauren. She cleared her throat. That “oh, honey, you just tracked mud into the house” mannerism worked every time.

  “Sorry for snapping at you.” Lauren heaved out a breath. “But seriously, the whole idea of this beach getaway is for it to be just you and me—girl time. No husband-hunting.”

  Mom’s gaze returned to hers, a gentle smile flitting across her lips. “I can appreciate that, dear, but what if you happen to run across Mr. Right?”

  In spite of herself, Lauren chuckled. Mom was incorrigible. “At this point in my life, I’d have to run over Mr. Right in order for him to get my attention. My practice is just getting off the ground. I’ve got to put in long hours. That’s why these few stolen days away with you are so precious to me. I don’t want to spend them anywhere but in your company.”

  Mom beamed at her, and Lauren’s heart lightened. Since her mother had married Wall Street mega shark Marlin Barrington two years ago, the closeness she and her mom used to share had all but evaporated. The fact that the guy endorsed his wife’s passion for charity work with generous donations should have endeared him with Lauren, but it only made her feel guilty for her resentment of him.

  Marlin was the founder and CEO of Peerless One, a billion-dollar investment firm. He schmoozed with movers and shakers all over the planet, and Lauren’s elegant mother Nina fit right in. What with participating in charity functions, or hosting gala events at Marlin’s Long Island estate, or appearing on her husband’s elbow at Broadway shows or exclusive luncheons, Mom seldom had time for Lauren anymore. Except for this long weekend away that Marlin had facilitated.

  She and her mom would have an awesome time pampering themselves at the hotel spa, taking long walks on the beach, enjoying leisurely lunches, shopping at Union Square, exploring Ghirardelli Square and whatever else they felt like doing. No schedule. No expectations. Seriously, after having kept her nose to the grindstone for all these years to become a physician’s assistant, she craved a tiny taste of downtime. This trip was going to be okay. Everything was going to be all—

  An explosion like the father of all firecrackers sounded somewhere underneath the fuselage, and the plane heaved. If Lauren hadn’t been strapped in, her head would have hit the ceiling. The elder executive, who hadn’t been wearing his seat belt, was flung forward and landed on all fours with the top of his bushy gray head mashed against the side of her mother’s seat. He crouched there, quivering, while Mom squeaked like her windpipe was pinched.

  Lauren gazed around as cries of alarm united in an indistinct chorus of questions and exclamations. Thumps toward the back of the plane indicated that others had been thrown from their seats also. Shooting a gaze over her shoulder, she found that one of the passengers lay half way in and half way out of the lavatory, but he was already picking himself up.

  She swallowed hard against a suddenly dry throat. What just happened?

  The plane lurched again, and from the cockpit area a yelp ended in a heavy thud. Uh-oh, had something happened to one of the pilots? She was facing the cockpit, but she couldn’t make out anything from around her mother’s seat.

  Lauren gripped the arms of her chair as the steady engine rumble morphed into a staccato whine. The cabin began to shake like they were racing over endless speed bumps. The “fasten seat belt” lights blazed red.

  Ya think? Lauren’s heart hammered as she tightened her own seat belt then checked her mother’s. The executive that had been flung out of his seat suddenly lunged upright, shaking his head like a dazed creature.

  “Sit down, sir,” Lauren called, but the man registered no response to her voice.

  Mom’s eyes were round as quarters, staring at Lauren. The whites rimmed the blue irises. “God help us.” She exhaled a soft moan.

  “He will, Mom.” Lauren packed all the assurance she could muster into her tone.


  Oxygen masks popped down from the ceiling. Her mother grabbed the mask in front of her. As Lauren reached for hers that grandfather-aged executive staggered up the aisle in a direction away from his seat. His teeth-bared expression was wild and disoriented.

  With an exclamation, Lauren ripped her seat belt apart and thrust herself into the executive’s path. Mom’s high-pitched squeal followed her. The elderly executive swatted at her as she reached for him. Panic must be driving him. The guy was clearly not rational. She just needed to shove him into his place and—

  The plane delivered a fresh heave. With a howl, the executive staggered and toppled backward. A distinct thunk announced his head connecting with the edge of an extended guest table on the way down. Lauren lost her footing and tumbled down atop him. His doughy middle softened her fall, but her nose was buried in his bony chest. Senses heightened, conflicting odors assailed her—a hint of lavender laundry detergent and an exotic bergamot and tropical fruit cologne. An expensive brand, if she was not mistaken.

  That rapid speed bump sensation continued as Lauren struggled to her knees. “Help me get him into his seat,” she cried to the other executives.

  They stared at her, shaking their heads. A pair of dainty hands intruded into her line of vision. Mom. Together they fought for balance and wrestled the older man’s limp body into his chair, fastened his belt and put the gas mask around his face. He was alive, Lauren knew that much, but she had no time to assess him medically.

  She grabbed her mother’s slender arm and propelled her toward their places. Mom plopped into hers and began buckling herself in, her entire body shivering. Lauren lifted her foot to return to her seat, but the plane took a plunge downward, and she landed hard on her behind in the aisle. Her belly leaped into her throat.

  The plane continued to dive, and Lauren slid down the plush carpeting toward the cockpit. Then her hind end hit something that halted her. Bracing herself with a grip on the cabinetry of the galley, she swiveled her head. A pair of feet sticking out into the aisle had halted her slide. Her gaze followed the legs attached to the feet until she found the bloodied face of the copilot where she slumped, unconscious—or worse—up against the exit door behind the galley.