“Why are you here?” Jenna whispered.
Letter to Reader
Title Page
Books by Linda Randall Wisdom
About the Author
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Copyright
“Why are you here?” Jenna whispered.
Riley sat down on the side of her bed. “I’m here to protect you, Jenna.”
“My name is Faith now,” she said in the same quiet voice he remembered, but now with no trace of a Southern accent.
“Sorry. To me, you’ll always be Jenna. When was the last time you slept?”
“Not long ago. But every time I close my eyes, I see my attacker.”
Riley looked at the slender body under the covers. There had been a time when he wouldn’t have hesitated to crawl under those covers with her. He would have gathered her into his arms and promised to protect her from the entire world if he had to.
That time was no longer, now that she had effectively cut him out of her life. He couldn’t stop her nightmares; he could only be there to hold her when they did arrive.
Dear Reader,
The kids are on their way back to school, and that means more time for this month’s fabulous Intimate Moments novels. Leading the way is Beverly Barton, with Lone Wolf’s Lady, sporting our WAY OUT WEST flash. This is a steamy story about Luke McClendon’s desire to seduce Deanna Atchley and then abandon her, as he believes she abandoned him years ago. But you know what they say about best-laid plans....
You also won’t want to miss Merline Lovelace’s If a Man Answers. A handsome neighbor, a misdialed phone call...an unlikely path to romance, but you’ll love going along for the ride. Then check out Linda Randall Wisdom’s A Stranger Is Watching, before welcoming Elizabeth August to the line. Girls ‘Night Out is also one of our MEN IN BLUE titles, with an irresistible cop as the hero. Our WHOSE CHILD? flash adorns Terese Ramin’s wonderful Mary’s Child. Then finish up the month with Kylie Brant’s Undercover Lover, about best friends becoming something more.
And when you’ve finished, mark your calendar for next month, when we’ll be offering you six more examples of the most exciting romances around—only in Silhouette Intimate Moments.
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A STRANGER IS WATCHING
LINDA RANDALL WISDOM
Books by Linda Randall Wisdom
Silhouette Intimate Moments
No Mare Secrets #640
No More Mister Nice Guy #741
In Memory’s Shadow #782
A Stranger Is Watching #879
Previously published under the pseudonym of Linda Wisdom
Silhouette Romance
Dancer in the Shadows #49
Fourteen Karat Beauty #95
Bright Tomorrow #132
Dreams from the Past #166
Snow Queen #241
Silhouette Special Edition
A Man with Doubts #27
Unspoken Past #74
Island Rogue #160
Business as Usual #190
A World of Their Own #220
LINDA RANDALL WISDOM first sold to Silhouette Books on her wedding anniversary in 1979 and hasn’t stopped since! She loves looking for the unusual when she comes up with an idea and only hopes her readers enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
A native Californian, she is married and has two dogs, five parrots and a tortoise, so life is never boring—or quiet—in the Wisdom household. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys going to the movies, reading, making jewelry and fabric painting.
Prologue
Jenna read the instructions on the box for about the tenth time. By now, she knew them by heart, but she still wanted to ensure she understood each and every printed word.
Her hand trembled as she stared at the white stick that, in thirty minutes, would tell her if her life was about to change big-time. Impatiently she hopped from one foot to the other. Jenna was still wearing the hot pink biking shorts and pink and turquoise crop top she’d worn on her run, and her coffee-colored, shoulder-length hair was scooped up into a ponytail.
She should have done it sooner. She could have done the test yesterday or the day before. She could have, but it had taken her four days to get up enough courage to just walk into the drugstore and pick up the kit And once she’d bought it, she’d stared at the box for more than twenty-four hours, hoping it would divulge its secrets without her doing a thing.
Jenna put the stick down and turned away to set the timer. She refused to obsess about the stick and its secrets. Instead, she took a shower and put on her makeup. She’d just finished dressing when the timer went off. Which meant she had just enough time to have her question answered before she had to leave for the restaurant where she worked as a waitress.
Riley couldn’t wait to get home and into the shower to wash off the stink of his job. Not a literal stink, but the miasma of his work. He’d been forced to spend the past week with a man accused of murders that left Riley sick to his stomach. Dealing with such scum was a part of his job as a U.S. Marshal that he didn’t like, and today had been worse than usual. Or maybe it was just him.
He couldn’t wait to see Jenna. In a few hours she’d be home from work, Riley thought as he walked into their apartment building’s large freight elevator. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky to find someone like her, but he wasn’t about to question it. Luck wasn’t always on his side, and he had the scars to prove it.
That Jenna, with her bubbly personality and sunshine way of looking at life, was his was something Riley Cooper cherished. And he would, for as long as he had her.
Jenna saw strangers as friends she hadn’t met yet, and her artistic talents made her see the world through rainbow-colored glasses.
Riley saw strangers as people to be avoided and the world as black-and-white. Good and bad.
The world he inhabited had no gray areas. The world he inhabited meant he carried a weapon and wore a badge. As a U.S. Marshal, he dealt with convicted prisoners, protected witnesses who were usually on the wrong side of the law to begin with and others no man in his right mind would want to associate with.
His relationships with women had always been short and sweet with no entanglements. Then he’d met Jenna Welles, when an overamorous date had abandoned her by the roadside. He’d been so dazzled by her he’d gone to great lengths to impress upon her that he was reliable, even going so far as to call in a police officer to confirm his trustworthiness.
Of course, the cop had just laughed himself silly and told Jenna that Riley Cooper was nothing but a pack of trouble and she’d be better off without him. But in spite of his words, she still allowed Riley to take her home to her airy loft near Venice Beach. She explained how she’d inherited the loft from a great-aunt who’d been an artist and wanted Jenna to have the same experiences she had. Jenna later explained her relative was a bad artist but had a wonderful head for real estate.
Jenna had proven to be a better artist, even rating a small show the previous y
ear. More than one critic predicted her future would be bright.
It wasn’t long after that first night that Riley moved in some of his personal effects, and soon he had more “stuff” in Jenna’s loft than at his apartment. After eight months together, they were rarely separated.
Riley entered the apartment and began shedding his clothes, dropping them into the hamper. He stepped into the shower, allowing the hot, steamy water to pour over his upturned face. He had no idea how long he stayed in there, soaping himself over and over. After rinsing off, he reached for a towel and in doing so, happened to glance down at the wastebasket. The words on the white box seemed to jump up at him. Riley’s movements were slow as he reached down and picked the box out of the trash.
He knew how badly Jenna wanted children. He also knew she was perfect mother material. Riley had seen her playing with the children on the beach. She just refused to believe he wasn’t perfect father material. He didn’t need a crystal ball to recognize that knowing there was no hope of children as long as she stayed with him hurt her. Yet she never dropped broad hints. Never talked about babies in front of him and never intimated they’d make the ideal family. A part of him mourned that he wouldn’t be the one to give her those children.
He could have been a statue now as he stood there with the box in his hand. There was no mistaking its meaning.
“Jen, can you help us out in the banquet room?” Patti, one of the other waitresses, begged. She quickly filled carafes with coffee. “I don’t know why Craig thought Kris and I could handle it by ourselves.”
“Sure,” Jenna readily agreed. “It’s quiet out here anyway. What’s going on back there?”
Patti shrugged. “I don’t know. One of those businessmen’s clubs, I guess. They’ve been really polite. For once I don’t have to worry about pinches.”
Jenna picked up a couple of the coffee carafes Patti had already filled.
“Why don’t you put those on the head table and I’ll take the mar,” Patti suggested.
Jenna nodded and headed for the rear of the restaurant. When Craig, the restaurant manager, stopped her, she explained what she was doing and he waved her on.
“Just take them in and leave,” he told her. “These guys said they have a lot of business to discuss and don’t want to be disturbed after the coffee is served.”
“No problem.”
She walked down the long hallway toward the banquet room, when the sound of voices coming from the open men’s room door momentarily halted her.
“Grieco says all we need to do to pick up the shipment next Thursday is show up at the docks around 3:00 a.m.,” a man said in a low voice.
“What about security?” another man asked.
“You know his rules. Grieco prefers dead over alive. You don’t leave any witnesses. Just get the shipment and get out. Those computers are worth a lot of money, and we should see our cut within the week.”
“That’s what I like about him. He knows how to get the job done. I’ll take care of it.”
Jenna felt a jolt of fear run through her body.
She knew these men meant business. She’d even overheard Riley guardedly talk about Grieco and his operation. Jenna fearfully realized the men were coming back into the hallway. And if she wasn’t fast, they’d see her and assume she’d overheard them. She quickly ducked into the ladies’ room. Thankful it was empty, she stayed by the door. Remaining still, she held her breath as they walked past. She counted to fifty before she dared crack the bathroom door open and slip out. She hurried to the banquet room door.
Jenna kept her eyes down as she made her way to the head table and set a carafe on each end.
“Hey, sweetheart, can you bring some decaf coffee in here, too?”
The sound of the voices she’d heard from the hallway surprised her so much she almost dropped the empty carafe she’d just picked up. She forced herself to look up at him and offer a faint smile. Jenna knew if she gave any indication she’d overheard their conversation, her life would be worthless. All that mattered was that she go to Riley and tell him what she’d heard.
“Right away, sir,” she murmured.
As Jenna walked back toward the kitchen, the conversation she’d overheard echoed inside her head. Grieco ran one of the largest crime operations in the United States. She barely made it to the ladies’ room before she was violently ill.
“Honey, what happened to you?” Patti asked, noting her paper white face and trembling hands when she returned to the kitchen.
“I don’t know,” Jenna whispered.
“With that flu going on, you better go on home. I’ll take care of Craig,” she assured her before she could protest.
Jenna merely nodded and escaped before she broke down and confessed the story to Patti.
She practically ran home as if she feared that the devil himself was on her heels. Had those men figured out she overheard them and were now following her? What if they followed her to silence her?
Before she entered her apartment building, she checked the rear parking lot and was relieved to see Riley’s car parked in its usual spot. By the time she reached the loft, she was almost sobbing.
Seeing Riley seated in the easy chair was enough to release those sobs.
“Oh, Riley,” she cried out, running toward him.
She stopped short when she realized there was no smile of welcome on his lips. He held up the white box she’d thrown away earlier.
“I thought you were still on the pill,” he said in a cold voice guaranteed to stop her in her tracks.
“I am,” she murmured, unable to understand his emotional distance. “But it’s not foolproof. I’m more than two weeks late and I thought I should check.”
He shot to his feet. “Jenna, you know how I feel about bringing kids into this hell we call a world! I can’t do it!”
She stepped back. “Are you saying that you’d want me to destroy our child?” she whispered, feeling a chill steal into her bones.
He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I can’t raise a kid in this world. It wouldn’t be right.”
Jenna blinked through her tears. “Then it’s a good thing the test came out negative, isn’t it?” She backed up a few more paces. A few minutes ago she had yearned for the protection of his embrace. Now she couldn’t bear the idea of his touching her. “You know, I had thought if I was pregnant, you would change your mind. You’d realize how special a child made by us would be.” She lifted her hand and touched her forehead with her fingertips as if she had a headache. She turned away. At that moment she couldn’t even look at him. She thought of what she’d heard in the restaurant. Riley’s agitation about the pregnancy kit seemed meaningless now. Jenna started to tell him about it, but her vocal cords felt paralyzed.
She walked over to one of her worktables and picked up a sketch pad along with a pencil. Her movements were jerky as she wrote. When she finished, she silently handed it to Riley.
He looked down, read what she’d written, looked up at her and then down at the paper again.
“You’re saying you overheard this?” he asked, tapping the pad with his fingertip.
She nodded. Her movements were still uncoordinated.
“I heard two men talking near the banquet room tonight, and that is what they talked about,” she said, her voice trembling with fear as she remembered how casual they sounded about murdering people.
“And one of them used the name Grieco? The one man said Grieco was behind this?”
She nodded. Her face was pale, and her eyes seemed to have no life in them.
Riley snagged the phone and punched in a series of numbers. As he spoke to someone, Jenna headed for the chair he’d vacated. She sat down, curling her legs up under her and leaning into one of the chair arms as if needing the support.
She didn’t listen to the words he spoke. They didn’t matter to her. As far as she was concerned, she’d done her part. For now, she just wanted to sit there and ab
sorb the pain she felt from Riley’s reaction.
True, he’d always said he never wanted children. With what he saw at work, he didn’t want to bring a child into a world that had so much evil in it. Jenna, on the other hand, had always thought of herself as someday being a mother, even though she hadn’t given herself a timetable. She sensed that when the time was right, it would happen. When she was two weeks late, she’d naturally thought it meant the time was right. And when the test proved to be negative she knew she would just have to wait. She was sad she wasn’t carrying Riley’s baby. And she felt pity for Riley for his refusal to see just how special the idea was.
Riley’s vehement reaction to seeing the box was enough to tell her that she could still plan on having children in the future; she just couldn’t plan on him being the father.
She loved Riley so much it sometimes hurt. And she knew he loved her, even if he hadn’t actually come out and said the words. It appeared love wasn’t enough to make him realize that together they could raise a child who could take on anything the world had to throw at him or her.
“You need to pack a bag,” Riley said in a clipped voice as soon as he hung up the phone.
Jenna looked up, dazed by his command. She wanted so badly for Riley to come over and pull her into his arms—to assure her everything would be all right and tell her he would make sure those men were caught and imprisoned.
“Why?”
“Too many people know where you live. We need you to give a statement, then you’ll have to go into protective custody.” He spoke as if this was a given. As if she had no choice. “There’s no guarantee anything will happen, but you might even have to enter the Witness Relocation Program when this is all over.”
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