Jack Vaughn is sure his life is over as he tumbles down the wooded hillside onto the deserted two-lane stretch of asphalt. Years of work ended with a single gunshot. Yet, it’s not over.
A good Samaritan stops to help him, despite the danger he poses to her.
Laine Wheeler knows better than to stop for strangers on the rural Montana highway near her home, but her conscience won’t allow her to leave an injured man behind.
What she doesn’t know is the man is an undercover ATF agent tasked with infiltrating a domestic terrorist group. His cover has been blown and helping him will put her life in danger.
Though there is an instant attraction, Jack knows that beginning a romantic relationship with Laine would be both unfair and unwise. Yet the farther they run, the harder it gets to ignore the feelings that are surging between them.EXCERPT:
“Come here,” he said, his eyes focused on the computer.
She went to his side and looked at the screen. On the monitor was a photograph of a group of men, similar to pictures she’d seen of Grant’s squad he’d taken while deployed to Iraq, only these guys weren’t wearing U.S. military uniforms. She leaned over and scanned the faces.
A cold, hard stone of dread settled in her stomach and the realization of what she’d done sent nausea swirling in her belly. Her hand trembled as she reached toward the screen. “This one, and . . . this one were the only two I got a clear look at.” She straightened and took a deep breath. “We’re in trouble, aren’t we? Maybe we should call the police.”
“And say what?” he asked. “If the cops show up here it’ll only spook them and give them a reason to come back.”
Her throat tightened. “Jack, I’m sorry . . . .”
“It’s not your fault, Laine.” He rose in one fluid motion and went back to the window. He was careful not to move the curtain. “Shit.”
He whirled from the window and sat down on the edge of the bed. Laine could tell he was trying desperately to figure a way out of this, his eyes darting back and forth as he pressed his thumbs into his temples and vigorously rubbed his forehead. Finally, he stood up and went back to watching the SUV.
“Get your stuff together,” he said. “As soon as they go around the corner of the building, we run for the Suburban and get out of here.”
“You really think we can outrun them?” she asked, incredulous.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “It’s better than sitting here and waiting for them to come to us.”
Leslie is a war-veteran who served with the U.S. Navy during the Gulf War, and she was among the first groups of women to work the flight deck of an aircraft carrier. During her five years tour she was stationed at NAS Miramar and was an F-14 Tomcat mechanic and plane captain. While in San Diego she spent time on the carriers USS Independence, USS Ranger, USS Lincoln, and the USS Nimitz. The final two years of her enlistment were spent on Guam and her squadron frequently deployed to Japan and the Middle East.
She learned everything she knows about firearms and tactics from her police officer husband, who is a weapons expert, range master, and firearms instructor for one of the most highly-respected law-enforcement agencies in the world (and one he wishes her NOT to disclose). He is her biggest supporter and her unpaid consultant on everything law-enforcement and weapons related. She has three boys who keep her very busy and contribute daily to her growing number of gray hairs. Her oldest son is a United States Marine and the younger two have vowed to follow in their brother’s footsteps (OOH RAH!). She spends her off-time (kidding...WHAT off-time?) reading, taking pictures, and sending lead down range (that's shooting, for those who are unfamiliar). One of her favorite scents is the smell of gunpowder in the morning....Sales URLs
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