Joy looked around their little circle. “Who’s up for some dinner?”
“I am,” Boone said.
Laura was hungry. She had only now realized that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. “That sounds good to me.”
“Me, too.”
Down the hall, the elevator dinged. As she looked over her shoulder, her heartbeat skipped. Griffin. She spun to face him. He looked great. Healthy and strong and wonderful. Yes, it had been only hours since she’d seen him, but everything in her world was more vivid now. More appreciated.
Everyone turned, welcoming him with a smile. Laura smiled, too, her heart swelling in her chest.
He addressed all of them, but his gaze settled on her. “Does this good mood mean Nolan’s transplant went okay?”
“Yes. It went very well.” Joy explained how long they would have to wait before they received the first sign that the new stem cells were growing.
“That’s great news.” He still hadn’t taken his attention off of Laura.
She had to know. “Did you hear about Vin?”
“I did.” He moved closer until she could see the stubble of his late-day beard and the warmth in his blue-green eyes.
The now-familiar flutter in her stomach had Laura smiling broadly. “That’s something, huh?”
“Yep, something.” His gaze traced her face. “I need to talk to you.”
“If it’s about earlier—”
“It is. I forgot to tell you something.”
She frowned.
“When I agreed with you that nothing in your life had changed, I was wrong. I’ve changed. My feelings for you have changed.”
“They have?”
“Ooh,” Joy said.
Laura could feel Boone and Sydney smiling, but she kept her attention on Griffin. Gentle hands cupped her elbows. “You might think it’s too soon or that we don’t know each other well enough, but I love you.”
She blinked up at him, her pulse scrambling. “I love you, too.”
“Thank goodness.” He brushed a kiss on her lips.
She rested her hands on his arms. “When did you know?”
“When I told you what had happened to my friends, but I didn’t see a future then. You were only supposed to be here for a week.”
She nodded.
“After you left with Floyd this morning, I realized that God sent you to me and I didn’t want to give you up.”
He wiped away a tear on her cheek.
She watched him closely. “What would you have done about us if Vin were still alive?”
“I’m glad you asked.” Griffin pulled out his new driver’s license and gave it to her.
She looked down at the photo. It was Griffin, with a different name. “Who’s Griffin Dodd?”
“Me.”
“What—?” Understanding spread across her face. “You were coming into WitSec with me?”
“That was the plan.”
“You would do that for me? Leave your home and your job?”
“You’re my family. I couldn’t let you go without me.”
He kissed her again. “God put you in my life and you put God in mine.”
“You really believe that.”
“I do.”
Her heart felt too small to contain all the joy. “Oh, Griffin. This is wonderful.”
“The best part is no more undercover. You’ve got your life back.”
“No.” She smiled up at him. “The best part is having you in it.”
EPILOGUE
June sunshine brightened the day, the Oklahoma wind calm. The church picnic was in full swing outside of Griffin’s barn. Laura and he had become members of the same church Joy and Ghost attended. Two weeks ago, Griffin had accepted the Lord as his Savior.
Laura hadn’t thought it possible to love him more, but she did. Since she had left WitSec seven months ago, their time together had been pure delight. And busy.
“Can you give me a hand here?” he asked behind her.
She turned with a smile, still getting a flutter in her stomach the way she had the first time she’d seen him. He gave her a tray of covered uncooked hamburger patties, then picked up another and followed her to the grill.
He had set up a long card table next to the gas grill and she placed her platter there, then took Griffin’s and did the same. He took the first dozen burgers and put them on the fire to cook.
Laura turned to study the people gathered nearby under the shade of several leafy oak trees. Boone and Sydney were here, as was Ghost. He’d brought a petite pretty blonde with him, keeping plenty of space between him and Sydney.
Aunt Joy sat with Laura’s father at a table beneath a flowering dogwood. Nolan Prentiss had accepted Laura’s stem cells well and was getting stronger every day.
She picked up a plate and filled it with chips, potato salad and a hamburger fixed the way he liked. She touched Griffin’s arm. “I’m taking this to Dad.”
He winked, adding more cooked meat to the tray. He called out to the crowd, “Burgers are ready!”
There was a mad scramble toward the food. Some of the teens Ghost mentored were convinced to let the older church members serve themselves first.
Even Pastor Hughes was here. Rick had been a frequent visitor to Nolan in the months after his transplant. The two men had become good friends.
Dodging kids and adults carrying plates of food to the tables set up around the barn, Laura made her way back to the grill and the handsome ex-SEAL manning it.
Griffin grabbed her for a quick kiss. “I have a question for you.”
“Well done, please.”
He chuckled. “It’s not about your hamburger.”
“Oh.” She grinned.
“Now that you’re finished with WitSec—”
“Shh.” She glanced around. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that in public.”
Griffin flipped several charcoaled patties onto a clean platter, then put on more to cook. “You’ve been through a lot of changes since last November.”
“Yes.” They hadn’t all been easy, either, like trying to reconnect with friends who’d felt betrayed when she’d disappeared without a word.
Other changes had been a blessing, though. She had moved into Nolan’s house to take care of him and was still living there. Their relationship continued to mend and they were closer than they had ever been. Her veterinary license had been reinstated. Enigma’s business had grown significantly, giving Griffin all the work he wanted.
He propped the metal spatula on the edge of the nearest platter and looked around. People laughed and talked, some in large groups, some in small. Several teens played volleyball behind the barn. “We’ve got a pretty good life.”
She slipped her hand into his. “We do.”
“Maybe we should change things up.”
“What? Why would we want to do that?” She shook her head. “Things are good. I don’t want anything to change.”
He smiled down at her. “I thought you might be up for another name change.”
“Name change?”
“This time to Devaney.”
It took Laura a second to realize what he was asking. Her mouth dropped open. “Are you—?”
“Proposing? Yes, I am.”
“Then yes!”
He snagged her waist and brought her to him for another kiss.
“I love that you did this here,” she said. “I love you.”
“The barn seemed the perfect place.”
“It is.”
Grinning, he looked over her head to the people beyond. “She said yes!”
A small smattering of applause broke out. She found her father still under the dogwood tree. He wore a pleased smile. As did Aunt Joy. Everyone was smiling and none of them looked surprised.
She tugged on the front of his T-shirt. “Did you plan this?”
“Sure did.”
“You’d better be sure about that marriage proposal, because Devaney is the name I
plan to keep forever.”
“That suits me just fine.”
She laughed. “I can’t believe you were able to keep this quiet.”
“I’m pretty good at the undercover thing.”
“No,” she said softly. “You’re the best.”
*
Keep reading for an excerpt from LETHAL EXPOSURE by Elisabeth Rees
Dear Reader,
Witness Undercover is a book I’ve wanted to write for several years. I’m thrilled to have the chance to tell the story of former navy SEAL Griffin Devaney and protected witness Laura Prentiss. When Laura comes out of hiding in order to save her desperately ill father, she is targeted for death by the former boyfriend she sent to prison. Griffin, now an operative for threat-management firm Enigma, Inc., is the man assigned to protect her. Filled with guilt over the deaths of his teammates, he is determined not to fail Laura the way he failed his friends and vows to guard her from the danger that is now threatening her. He never expected he would have to also guard his heart.
I hope you enjoyed meeting Griffin and Laura. I love hearing from readers and can be reached through email, Facebook or Twitter via my website: debracowan.net.
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ONE
“911. What is your emergency?”
The operator’s voice was calm and soft on the other end of the line. Alone in her home, Rebecca Grey was terrified.
“There’s someone in my house,” she said. “I’ve locked myself in the bathroom.”
Rebecca tried to control her rapid breathing. She was in danger of having a panic attack.
“Stay where you are and I’ll dispatch a police vehicle to your location immediately. Seventy-five Charleston Road?”
“No, it’s Charles Road, not Charleston Road.”
“I’ll amend the address. Can you please confirm your name, ma’am?”
“Rebecca Grey.”
“Deputies from the County Sherriff’s Office are on their way, Ms. Grey. To assist them in finding your house, can you tell me—”
The line suddenly went dead. Rebecca looked in horror at the cordless handset cradled in her right hand. The digital display was blank: the power was out. She pressed the flat edge of the telephone to her forehead and sank to the cool floor tiles of the bathroom. The black-and-white tiling was the only thing that stood out in the enveloping darkness of 3:00 a.m. It was the beautiful art deco–style bathroom that had persuaded her to buy the house ten years ago. She would never have believed back then that she would, one day, be looking at the fan-shaped light fixtures, wondering if she could use them as a weapon. At least her children were spending the night with their grandmother and out of harm’s way.
She pushed herself to her feet, pulling her flannel robe around her pajamas and securing it tightly with the cord. She didn’t keep a gun in the house. That had been a constant source of disagreement with her late husband. As a navy SEAL, he believed he saw the worst side of human nature, and he wanted his wife and children to be able to defend themselves. She saw it differently. Her view of atrocities had always been softened by the lens of a camera. She had taken pictures of plenty of traumatic events during her time as a war photographer, but the camera always seemed to be her shield. It protected her in a way she couldn’t explain. She had been in some of the most dangerous places in the world but never felt threatened because she had always simply been an observer. Now she was a potential target.
She put the phone in the sink and grabbed hold of one of the heavy, frosted-glass light fixtures attached to the wall. She positioned her thumbs on the carved etching of a 1920s figure and pulled down as hard as she could.
In the next moment, she was sprawling across the floor along with the light fixture. The glass clunked and bounced on the ceramic tiles, and she snatched it up as quickly as possible, feeling her heart race with the explosion of noise she’d created in the quiet night.
She jumped to her feet, clutching the glass in both hands, staring at the door, breathing hard with exertion and expectation. The flimsy lock was only intended to let others know that the bathroom was occupied. It was never meant to hold back an intruder. She braced herself for the door to be kicked open, holding the glass up high, trying to focus her eyes in the gloominess.
Instead, she was greeted with an eerie silence. She strained her ears to hear the sounds that had woken her: drawers opening, papers rustling, footsteps on her wooden hallway floor. Nothing. Maybe the burglar had been frightened off by the noise she had made upstairs. Maybe he had assumed the house was empty.
Flashes of red and blue flooded the tiled walls, and she breathed out, letting her body go limp. The police were here. She rushed to the window, only to see them sail right past her front yard.
“No!” she shouted, watching them drive to the end of the road and turn left, which would take them in the direction of Charleston Road. She banged on the pane. “It’s Charles Road you want.”
A loud crash downstairs made her jump. She knew she had to think quickly and try to reach someone else. Only one person came to mind—Conrad Jackson, her late husband’s navy SEAL colleague and best friend. He didn’t live far. He could be there in less than ten minutes, maybe even more quickly than the police officers, who wouldn’t realize their mistake until finding that the numbers on Charleston Road stopped at fifty.
With no time to lose, she slid back the bolt with shaking hands and yanked open the door. All the lights in her bedroom were off, and her digital alarm was blank. It looked as though the power in the entire house was out. She heard a creak on the stairs and couldn’t help a small yelp escaping her mouth. She grabbed her cell phone from her nightstand and darted back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and bolting it again.
She tapped through her contacts list with fumbling fingers, found the name Jack and hit Call. “Pick up, pick up,” she muttered to herself, pacing in her bare feet. “Please pick up.”
The phone was answered on its fifth ring. “Rebecca, it’s the middle of the night. What’s wrong?”
“Jack,” she said, rushing to get her words out. “There’s someone in my house. He’s coming up the stairs.”
“What?” His voice was so loud, she had to pull the cell phone away from her ear. “Where are you?”
“I’m locked in my bathroom.”
“Where are Charlotte and Emily?” he asked anxiously.
“They’re with their grandma. I’m alone.”
“Did you call the cops?”
She heard the drawers of her nightstand being opened. “Yes, but they went to Charleston Road. He’s in my bedroom, Jack.” She felt a little dizzy. “I can hear him right outside the door.”
“Listen to me, Rebecca, and do exactly what I say.”
Her throat was dry. She swallowed. “Okay.”
“You grab anything you can find in the bathroom to barricade the door. Towels, sheets, even toilet paper can be jammed under the crack at the bottom of the door to create a door stop.”
Rebecca’s eyes darted around the bathroom, mentally checking off all the items she could use. There was a large shelving unit that would take all her strength to move.
“I’ll need to put the phone down to move things,” she said breathlessly.
“Put it on the floor,” he said calmly. He had clearly gon
e into navy SEAL mode, despite having retired from the job right after her husband died. “Keep the line open. I want to hear you even if I can’t see you. I’m walking to my car now, and I’ll be there in ten minutes. I’ll call the police and get them to turn around.”
“I’m putting the phone on the floor now,” she whispered as an icy chill flooded her veins. “Please hurry, Jack.”
“Nothing will stop me getting to you, Bec,” he replied. “And nothing ever will.”
She placed the telephone on the floor, leaning it against the wall in an upright position to help the sound travel into its speaker. With Jack listening, it made her heart thud a little less in her chest. Knowing that he was on his way to the house gave her the strength to heave the shelf unit from its corner and drag it across the floor. The towels and toiletries fell to the floor and she dropped to her knees to push the cotton towels against the door, squeezing the fabric into the small gap beneath the door and the floor.
She then maneuvered the shelf into the center of the room and tried to slide it backward. The weight and size made it too difficult, so she had to walk the unit instead, snagging her hand on a sharp edge of the steel frame as she gripped it tightly. She yanked her fingers away and saw blood trickle down her palm. Instinctively she brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stem the flow and provide relief from the stinging pain. A noise outside the bathroom door reminded her of the urgency of her situation, and she ignored the discomfort, using the entire weight of her slight body to push the shelf into position. Sweat trickled down her forehead, and she wiped it away with her hand, smearing warm blood onto her skin.
“Please hurry, Jack,” she whispered under her breath. “I need you.”
She found herself taking a sharp intake of breath. This was the first time she had acknowledged that she needed Jack—a little too much, perhaps. She knew it wasn’t just her dangerous situation that had prompted this feeling. Since her husband, Ian, died, she found herself relying on Jack more and more. Now he was dashing to her rescue like a knight on a horse. As if by stealth, he had become the most important man in her life, and it made her feel very wrong inside. She regretted calling him. She should have called the police again instead.
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