Harlequin Intrigue, Box Set 2 of 2

by Julie Miller

  And she would wrap that around her for the cold days that were sure to come. It would take time but in his memory, she would make sure her glass was half-full again. “I will,” she whispered.

  “Will what?”

  Her head whipped up. Cal. Sweet, sweet Cal. She leaped up from behind the desk and ran to him. He held out his arms, she jumped and wrapped her legs around him. She gripped his face in her hands. “I thought you were dead,” she said. “I heard the explosion.”

  “I’m harder to kill than that.” He held her tight. “They had a second, much smaller bomb, in the president’s office. It’s trashed but nobody was in the building. No casualties there. No explosion or casualties at the stadium. The secretary of state is in his car, on the way back to the airport.”

  He said it as if it was no big thing. All in a day’s work. He was amazing. “What about G and the others?”

  The agent who’d been at the door was smiling. “I don’t want to intrude but I just heard. Golya Paladis and his comrades have been apprehended on their way to a small airport outside of Kansas City.”

  Cal held up a finger. “Golya is wearing a silver ring on a chain around his neck. We want it back.”

  “I’ll see to it,” the agent said. “We also have word that a campus police officer has just surrendered outside of the stadium. The president of the college was picked up at his house.”

  It was over. She leaned her forehead against Cal’s lips. “Now what?”

  “Now we go shopping. Let’s get that wedding dress on order or whatever crazy thing we need to do to ensure that it’s here and ready for you within a couple weeks. That’s all the longer I’m waiting.”

  “If it’s not here on time, I’ll wear your T-shirt and sweatpants.”

  He smiled. “Okay by me. They’re easy to get off.”

  * * * * *

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  A desperate call in the middle of the night reunites a cowboy with the woman he’s never forgotten…

  A child’s voice was pleading from the other end of the receiver. He’d been abducted and wanted to come home. Months ago, Chance Hastings had watched Charlie and his mother, Lily Kirk, walk away, vowing to forget them. Now one look at Lily’s terrified face and he knows that plan had been futile. Promising to bring her child home, Chance goes undercover to infiltrate a dangerous group in the Idaho mountains. Once the boy is back in his mother’s arms, Chance makes a new vow—to convince Lily they belong on his ranch. Permanently.

  “I’m going to get to my truck and take the gun out of the back. Do you want to wait inside it?”

  She flashed him a wry smile. “What do you think?”

  “I think you want to come with me, but I also think you’d better consider what’s good for Charlie. He needs his mom.”

  “Point taken,” she conceded. They ran to the truck, and Lily slid inside while Chance took his revolver out of the locked case and handed her the keys. “If anything goes wrong, get yourself out of here, okay, Lily?”

  “Chance, I—”

  “Not now, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m in a hurry. Lock the doors. I’ll be back.” He leaned inside and kissed her. Her lips were cool and wet and perfectly delicious. He tore himself away and ran toward the back of the church.

  COWBOY

  UNDERCOVER

  Alice Sharpe

  Alice Sharpe met her husband-to-be on a cold, foggy beach in Northern California. Their union has survived the rearing of two children, a handful of earthquakes, numerous cats and a few special dogs, the latest of which is a yellow Lab named Annie Rose. Alice and her husband now live in a small rural town in Oregon, where she devotes the majority of her time to pursuing her second love, writing. You can write to her c/o Harlequin Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279. An SASE for reply is appreciated.

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  Soldier’s Redemption

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Chance Hastings—This former ladies’ man has met his match in Lily Kirk. He knows she’s the wrong woman for him and figures if he helps her out of her current mess, it will get her out of his system for good.

  Lily Kirk—After years of an abusive marriage, she ran away with her small son. Then she fled her sanctuary, the Hastings Ridge Ranch, after a botched attempt on her life. Now her son is missing, and she turns to the one man she’s trying to forget for help.

  Charlie Kirk—Lily’s little boy’s middle-of-the-night call for help instantly galvanizes Chance. Who can say no to a frightened five-year-old?

  Jeremy Block—Lily’s estranged husband is a powerful district attorney with secrets. Will those secrets destroy him and everyone else around him?

  Wallace Connor—Killed months before by a man who turned himself in for the crime. Wallace’s murder seems cut-and-dried, but is it?

  Darke Fallon—Wallace’s self-acclaimed killer, he seems to be at the center of everything.

  Tabitha Stevens—This teenager was Wallace Connor’s younger girlfriend. By all accounts she took his murder hard. Will she be the killer’s next victim?

  Robert Brighton—His father started White Cliff, a survivalist community in the Idaho panhandle, decades before. Robert presides over White Cliff now, but even he has forgotten everything there is to know about the place, which could be a costly oversight.

  Elizabeth Brighton—Robert’s wife
is an enigma. Sick in body and soul, she’s lost contact with some very important concepts. What will her husband do to protect her?

  Maria Eastern—Elizabeth’s sister has relocated to White Cliff with her two teenage sons. She certainly seems to have her finger on the pulse of the place. Chance is pretty darn sure she knows more than she’s telling.

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  who, just like me, love a good story.

  CONTENTS

  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

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chance Hastings couldn’t sleep. This in itself wasn’t unusual, not lately anyway. Between the extra ranch work an early fall demanded, his brother Frankie’s antics and his own personal chaos, his mind was just wound up too tight. What was unusual was that instead of being in his own cabin two miles over the ridge, he’d elected to spend the night at the main ranch house in the home in which he’d been raised. His father and his new stepmother, Grace, had taken a short trip to Oregon and Chance had volunteered to watch over the house as Frankie was rarely around anymore.

  Finally admitting there was no point lying in bed with his eyes wide open, he got up and dressed by the light of the full harvest moon shining through the generous window. He’d always loved autumn in Idaho, especially around the ranching community of Falls Bluff. The golden fields rising to the mountains and the deciduous trees bleeding yellow, orange and red into the high evergreen forest engaged him at every turn.

  His plan for the coming day included traveling out toward the mountains with his brothers Pike and Gerard to round up the heifers they wanted to move closer to the ranch for the coming winter. He might as well get a head start on things by saddling up three horses and loading them into the trailer. He paused in the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and leave his brothers a note about meeting him in the barn. He pinned the note to the corkboard by the door.

  The perking coffee created a warm ambience in the kitchen that he rarely experienced anymore. Lily, who had shown up under mysterious circumstances nine months earlier and left after a sudden fright six months after that, still dominated the room, at least for him. He could almost picture her at the stove, an enigma of a woman who had wormed her way under his skin. He waited for the coffee to perk, but the more aromatic it became the less he wanted it. Instead, he headed for the mudroom where he retrieved his Stetson from the shelf on which he’d stashed it hours before, grabbed his coat and snagged his truck keys from the hook. As he clasped the doorknob and twisted, the phone back in the kitchen rang. His first instinct was to ignore it. He didn’t really live here. However, calls in the middle of the night always telegraphed urgency.

  “Hello?” he said as he grabbed the receiver.

  He heard breathing but nothing else.

  “Hello?” he repeated.

  A child’s voice said tentatively, “Is Mommy there?”

  Was this someone’s idea of a joke? “Who is this?” he demanded.

  “Charlie.”

  Lily’s five-year-old boy? At three thirty in the morning? “Charlie, this is Chance Hastings. Where are you? Where’s your mom?”

  “I don’t know,” the child wailed.

  “Calm down, big guy. Are you lost?”

  “I want Mommy.”

  Chance’s brow furled as his imagination suggested all sorts of reasons for the child to have lost track of his mother. None of them were good. “Charlie? Your mom and you don’t live here anymore, remember? You guys left. Do you know where you went?”

  Soft sobs filled Chance’s ear. “That’s okay,” he crooned. He could picture the boy’s blond hair and blue eyes, freckles scattered over tearstained cheeks. “I’m trying to help you. When did you see Mommy last?”

  “Yesterday,” Charlie managed to choke out.

  “Then what happened?”

  “I went to school on the big bus.”

  “That’s great. What’s the name of your school?”

  “Miss Potter’s kindergarten.”

  Chance doubted that was the actual name of a school. “Do you know where it is?”

  “On the little hill.”

  “Do you remember the name of the hill?”

  “No.”

  “Do you remember the name of the town you and your mom live in or maybe which state it is?”

  “I forget. I want my mommy.”

  “Okay, we’re working on it. What happened at school yesterday?”

  “I made a picture.”

  This was like pulling teeth. “Charlie, who are you with now?”

  “Daddy.”

  The phone in the kitchen was the old-fashioned rotary type. Chance’s grip on the receiver tightened. He didn’t know much about Charlie’s father, Jeremy Block, except that he’d done something severe enough in Lily’s eyes that she’d run from him with their child in tow and hid out here until Block sent someone to abduct and kill her a few months before so he could reclaim his son. The man had been adamant he was working for Jeremy Block.

  The night that went down, Lily left Hastings Ridge Ranch, Charlie in tow. Chance didn’t know where Block lived and he didn’t know what had happened in the weeks following Lily’s departure.

  He hadn’t wanted to know. He’d avoided the topic like the plague. “Where is your dad right now?”

  “Asleep.”

  “Has he hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, that’s good. Can you tell me anything about where he lives?”

  “In a house.”

  “What city?”

  “Bossy.”

  “Could it be Boise?”

  “I guess.”

  Another thought jumped to the foreground of Chance’s mind. Lily would never willingly let her son go unless she had no choice and that meant almost anything from abduction to murder.

  “When did you go with your dad, Charlie?”

  “Mommy wasn’t at the bus stop,” Charlie said, talking fast now, his voice wavering as he apparently turned his head and compromised the signal on a cell phone. “A man said he knew where she was. He drove the wrong way and I was scared. I told him to stop but he frowned at me. I fell asleep and it got dark and then we were at Daddy’s house but I want Mommy and he says I can’t see her and—”

  “Charlie!” A masculine voice boomed from Charlie’s end of the line. “What are you doing, boy? Is that my phone? Who did you call?”

  “I want Mommy,” Charlie squeaked.

  The man spoke into the phone. “Lily? Do you really think you’re ever going to see him again?”

  “This isn’t Lily,” Chance said.

  “Then who—”

  “I’m a friend of Charlie’s. Are you Jeremy Block?”

  “What’s it to you?”

  “The boy sounds upset. What’s going on?”

  “Nothing that concerns you,” Block said, and severed the connection.

  The ranch phone didn’t have a caller identification screen so Chance dialed the code to find out the number of the last call, jotted it down and dialed it. The call was answered by Block’s terse message to leave a number but now Chance knew that Charlie was in Boise or a nearby community with the same area code.

  Chance called a Hastings family friend on the police force next, Detective Robert Hendricks, who had a knack for sounding alert and on the job no matter when you yanked him from slumber. Chance told him abou
t the call. “Give me the number,” Hendricks said.

  “You’ve got to rescue the boy,” Chance said.

  Hendricks was quiet for a beat or two. “Gerard told me you didn’t want to know anything about Lily Kirk after she left the ranch. Was your brother mistaken?”

  “No. I didn’t want to know anything. I still don’t. But it’s different now that Charlie is in jeopardy.”

  “Charlie isn’t in jeopardy,” Hendricks said slowly.

  Chance straightened his shoulders. “What? How can you say that? Are you forgetting Jodie Brown and what he did to Kinsey thinking she was Lily?”

  “Stop for a minute, Chance. Jeremy Block is a respected district attorney in Ada County down in Boise. Lily ran out on him and took their child with her. She has a documented history of being unstable. He filed for and won temporary custody in her absence. It sounds as if he finally got his kid back. As a father, I can understand how good that must feel. The fact is Lily is the loose cannon, not him.”

  “But Jodie—”

  “Jodie Brown was a career criminal with a record as long as your arm. Block sent him to prison for drug trafficking twelve years ago. He says that’s the last time he saw him. He figures Jodie was out to take revenge on him by abducting his wife and demanding a ransom. Block denies having anything to do with Jodie since years before when he won the conviction. There is no indication he isn’t telling the truth.”

  “What does Jodie Brown say about this?”

  “He’s dead. His truck ran into a tree a couple of days after he left your ranch. His blood alcohol was .20. Case closed. Except that there’s a warrant out on Lily but I understand she’s disappeared.”

  “If Jeremy Block knew where to find his son, he knows where to find his ex-wife,” Chance said, and despite Hendricks’s insistence that Jeremy Block was Man of the Year material, felt a chill.