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High-Stakes Holiday Reunion
Christy Barritt
When Christopher Jordan sees the fear in Ashley Wilson’s eyes, he knows he can’t let her request for help go unanswered. Despite their tumultuous history, he’s the only person his ex-fiancée can trust to find her kidnapped nephew.But how can Christopher trust her when he finds out that Ashley's "nephew" is actually his son, the one she never told him about? With a terrorist cell convinced Ashley holds the key to accessing top-secret government files, time is running out. And Christopher will stop at nothing to bring their little boy home in time for Christmas.
A CHILD’S LIFE IS AT STAKE
When Christopher Jordan sees the fear in Ashley Wilson’s eyes, he knows he can’t let her request for help go unanswered. Despite their tumultuous history, he’s the only person his ex-fiancée can trust to find her kidnapped nephew. But how can Christopher trust her when he finds out that Ashley’s “nephew” is actually his son, the one she never told him about? With a terrorist cell convinced Ashley holds the key to accessing top secret government files, time is running out. And Christopher will stop at nothing to bring their little boy home in time for Christmas.
The Security Experts: Defenders against danger
Christopher leaned close enough that Ashley could feel his breath on her cheek. “Stay here.”
“Where are you going?” She grabbed his arm, desperate to keep her only known ally close—even if he had broken her heart at one time.
He locked gazes with her, that same confidence that had always made her feel safe shining in his gaze. “I’m going to find something to fight with.”
“But they have guns!”
“If I go down, I’m going to go down fighting, Ashley.” His voice was steady, holding not even a hint of disbelief. “I want you to stay in here. Understand?”
He tried to stand but Ashley pulled him back down. “I came here for your help, not to get you killed.”
His eyes softened for a moment. “I know. Trust me. Okay?”
She didn’t know if she could ever trust him again. But, in this moment, she had no choice. She nodded. Her heart pounded in her ears as he pulled the door open.
Something creaked outside.
The steps. Someone was coming up the steps.
Fear squeezed tighter as she braced herself for whatever was about to come.
CHRISTY BARRITT
loves stories and has been writing them for as long as she can remember. She gets her best ideas when she’s supposed to be paying attention to something else—like in a workshop or while driving down the road.
The second book in her Squeaky Clean Mystery series, Suspicious Minds, won the inspirational category of the 2009 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Suspense and Mystery. She’s also the coauthor of Changed: True Stories of Finding God in Christian Music.
When she’s not working on books, Christy writes articles for various publications. She’s also a weekly feature writer for the Virginian-Pilot newspaper, the worship leader at her church and a frequent speaker at various writers’ groups, women’s luncheons and church events.
She’s married to Scott, a teacher and funny man extraordinaire. They have two sons, two dogs and a houseplant named Martha.
To learn more about her, visit her website, www.christybarritt.com (http://www.christybarritt.com).
High-Stakes Holiday Reunion
Christy Barritt
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.
—John 14:27
This book is dedicated to my readers. Your friendship and notes of encouragement mean the world to me and always brighten my day.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE (#ue21fe0e5-46e3-5522-965d-10500da9302e)
CHAPTER TWO (#ua3f3ce52-cbb4-5838-ae0e-ef579885f114)
CHAPTER THREE (#u9251c097-02b2-5ad7-ac2e-16849ee4bde9)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ud4bb7954-5662-51e4-909c-041d3ccca091)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u3e89bb48-fb95-5821-ad01-d4a0a0fe13ae)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
DEAR READER (#litres_trial_promo)
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION (#litres_trial_promo)
EXCERPT (#litres_trial_promo)
ONE
As Ashley Wilson rounded the corner, her foot slammed onto the brakes.
What...?
In the distance, her brother’s house came into view. A commotion on the lawn caused her blood to freeze.
Three men in suits scuffled near the sidewalk. Her brother Josh’s tall, lanky form jerked in the middle of the crowd as he struggled against the men. What were they doing to her brother? Who were these men?
Her gaze went to the two black sedans parked at the curb. The men were trying to...force her brother into one?
She yanked her gaze from the scene to her clock. David. Where was the eight-year-old? His bus hadn’t come yet. It couldn’t have. Ashley was on her way to meet him, but had arrived a good ten minutes early.
Still, panic raced through her.
She wanted to throw the car into Park, rush from her seat and intercede. But there was no way she could overtake all of those men.
Her gaze zoomed in on the black metal at one of the men’s waistband. A gun. These men were armed.
Her heart stopped when she saw a tiny head bobbing in the crowd.
David. Her precious nephew, David. Her reason for waking up in the morning. Her reason for working at home as a web designer with flexible hours. Her heartbeat.
They had David. She covered her mouth as a guttural cry escaped.
How had they gotten David? He was supposed to be in school. Had Josh pulled him out early today?
Some of her logic returned, hitting her with the force of a lightning bolt. The police. She had to call the police. That was all there was to it.
She reached into her purse and fumbled with the cell phone, her hands trembling so badly she wasn’t sure she could dial.
She glanced up just in time to see one of the men point her way and yell something.
Two of the men pulled their guns and began running toward her car.
Toward her.
She threw the car in Reverse. She had to get away. If they caught her then there’d be no way she could help. She slammed her foot onto the accelerator. Her neck snapped back with the force, but she didn’t care. Adrenaline pumped through her veins.
That’s when she heard the first pop. Her heart sped. They were shooting at her. She ducked just as the windshield shattered.
She screamed but kept going. Reaching the street behind her, she pulled hard on the steering wheel, threw the car into Drive and squealed off. Another pop sounded behind her but didn’t reach her car.
She glanced in her rearview mirror. The men had stopped running. She’d lost them. For now.
She craned her neck, trying to see beyond the eerie, spiderweb-like lines etched into her windshield. She could hardly see the road. Finally, she reached the street leading away from the neighborhood.
Her mind raced a million miles a minute. What had just happened? What should she do now?
The police, she remembered. She needed to call the police.
Grief crushed her heart. David. Poor David. She needed to help him, to soothe him and wipe his tears. Since Josh’s wife had died, Ashley had filled in as a mother figure. Now her heart squeezed with a maternal grief.
No, the best thing she could do was to let the authorities know. There was no way her 120 pounds could take down all three of those men. Probably not even one of them.
Keeping one eye on the road, she grabbed the phone, which had fallen to the floor in her haste to escape. Her fingers trembled on the keypad. Before she could dial, the phone beeped with an incoming call.
She saw the number, and her heart raced—first with hope, then dread. Her brother?
She looked back at the road, swerving away from an oncoming car. Quickly, she answered. “Josh? What’s going on?”
“You can’t call the police, Ashley.” His words tumbled into each other, and panic laced his voice, making its pitch rise.
“Josh, I’m scared.”
“Ashley—”
Before he could finish, another voice came on the line. “We’ll find you and kill you, Ashley Wilson. You weren’t supposed to see that.”
The words sent cold fear through her. “Who is this? What do you want with my brother?”
“Stay out of it,” the man growled.
Even the sound of his voice conjured up images of evil, of a heartless man. “What about David? Can I just get David? Leave him out of this. Please. He’s just a child.”
Suddenly, the black sedan appeared in her rearview mirror—coming fast and closing the space between them too quickly. Memories of her accident began to crush her last shred of sanity. No, she couldn’t let her mind go there. Not now.
She swerved onto a side road, the phone slipping from her hand as she gripped the wheel. She didn’t have time to worry about it now. She accelerated. A glance behind her confirmed that the car turned down the same street. A man hung out the side window, a gun in hand.
She had to think, and quickly. She didn’t have much time.
Just then, the back glass shattered. She screamed, trying to maintain her control of the car. Wind—cold and sharp—whipped around her. Pellets of glass rained down from her hair. She couldn’t drive like this much longer. It wasn’t safe—for her or anyone around her.
But her survival instinct was greater than her fear. She had to stay alive—not for her sake, but for David’s.
A busy highway waited ahead. Before she reached it, she turned onto another side street. Immediately, she pulled into a parking lot. A shopping center shadowed her car as she drove full-speed in front of the structure. At the corner, she swerved around the building and slammed on the brakes.
Maybe they hadn’t seen her. Hopefully, they’d assumed that she’d gone straight.
But just in case they didn’t, she grabbed her purse and her phone and jumped out of the car.
Two delivery trucks were parked behind the strip mall, and their drivers were unloading boxes of product. Ashley picked the closest one and ran toward him. He looked up as she approached, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, not stopping to ask permission. She ran through the propped-open door instead, darted through the back offices and break room and into a hardware store.
Her gaze fluttered wildly about the building. Where now? Where could she hide?
