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Between Love and Duty
Janice Kay Johnson
There's a right way, then there's the wrong wayNobody knows that better than police captain Duncan MacLachlan. He has served and protected for years without bending to a middle ground he doesn't believe in. And he's not about to change. Certainly not for stubborn–and sexy–court advocate Jane Brooks. Her shades-of-gray view of the world clashes with his black-and-white one.Then a mission to save an at-risk teen has Jane's life on the line. Now she and Duncan must join forces despite their differences–and the flaring attraction that's too hot to ignore. It's Duncan's toughest challenge yet. Because keeping Jane safe is one thing…and keeping her out of his arms is another.
There’s a right way, then there’s the wrong way
Nobody knows that better than police captain Duncan MacLachlan. He has served and protected for years without bending to a middle ground he doesn’t believe in. And he’s not about to change. Certainly not for stubborn—and sexy—court advocate Jane Brooks. Her shades-of-gray view of the world clashes with his black-and-white one.
Then a mission to save an at-risk teen has Jane’s life on the line. Now she and Duncan must join forces despite their differences—and the flaring attraction that’s too hot to ignore. It’s Duncan’s toughest challenge yet. Because keeping Jane safe is one thing…and keeping her out of his arms is another.
“So tell me, Captain MacLachlan, what do you do for fun?”
Fun? Duncan had to think for a minute about Jane’s question. How often did he do anything that he could call fun?
“I play basketball.” Suddenly he was smiling. “I gave Judge Smithson a bloody nose with my elbow in one of our last games of the season.”
Jane chuckled. “And you had the nerve to appear in his courtroom.”
“He repaid me with an elbow to the gut. I dropped to my knees retching.”
Her full-bodied laugh rang out.
“Like that image, do you?”
“I’m embarrassed to admit how much I do.”
He was still smiling, something he hadn’t expected to do in her company. She was irritating, all right, but also…not as unlikable as he’d thought. Smart, edgy, amusing. Still not a woman he’d consider romantically. But sexually?
Maybe.
Dear Reader,
Stories grow from surprising moments. This trilogy came from an image that lurked in my mind. I live in a small town where people know how to celebrate the Fourth of July. Our parade is a big deal, and bagpipers play while marching in kilts. One particular piper has lingered in my memory. He was tall, striking, auburn-headed and solemn, a hero if I’ve ever seen one. One day that not-so-important memory sent up shoots. I imagined three brothers walking shoulder to shoulder, all playing the bagpipes that are their heritage.
Alas, heroes have minds of their own. Duncan MacLachlan, the oldest son, declined to play the bagpipe. He was taught by his father, whom he bitterly resents, and he chooses to reject everything that came from a man he despises. And, darn him, Conall, the youngest son, feels the same. Only Niall, the hero of the upcoming book From Father to Son, embraces his Scottish heritage.
Despite his defiance, I fell for Duncan. He’s a man to whom duty is all. He sacrificed his dreams when his brothers needed him. Romantic love is a foreign concept to him, and not one he intends to embrace. But aren’t responsibility and duty rooted in a deep sense of caring? And what is caring but a kind of love? Oh, yes, it turns out that Duncan is quite capable of loving...once he meets a woman strong and fierce enough to defy him, command his respect and gain his trust. He might have been able to ignore her, if only she didn’t need his protection. Naturally, Duncan feels it’s his duty to provide it. And love has everything to do with it.
These brothers, damaged by a painful childhood, are some of my favorite heroes.
Enjoy!
Janice Kay Johnson
Between Love
and Duty
Janice Kay Johnson
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The author of more than sixty books for children and adults, Janice Kay Johnson writes Harlequin Superromance novels about love and family—about the way generations connect and the power our earliest experiences have on us throughout life. Her 2007 novel Snowbound won a RITA® Award from Romance Writers of America for Best Contemporary Series Romance. A former librarian, Janice raised two daughters in a small rural town north of Seattle, Washington. She loves to read and is an active volunteer and board member for Purrfect Pals, a no-kill cat shelter.
Janice enjoys hearing from readers. Please contact her c/o Harlequin Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, ON M3B 3K9, Canada.
Books by Janice Kay Johnson
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
1332—OPEN SECRET*
1351—LOST CAUSE*
1383—KIDS BY CHRISTMAS*
1405—FIRST COMES BABY
1454—SNOWBOUND
1489—THE MAN BEHIND THE COP
1558—SOMEONE LIKE HER
1602—A MOTHER’S SECRET
1620—MATCH MADE IN COURT
1644—CHARLOTTE’S HOMECOMING**
1650—THROUGH THE SHERIFF’S EYES**
1674—THE BABY AGENDA
1692—BONE DEEP
1710—FINDING HER DAD
1736—ALL THAT REMAINS
HARLEQUIN ANTHOLOGY
A MOTHER’S LOVE
“Daughter of the Bride”
SIGNATURE SELECT SAGA
DEAD WRONG
*Lost…But Not Forgotten
**The Russell Twins
Other titles by this author available in ebook format
Contents
PROLOGUE (#u0eac6676-5785-5862-9d07-675a92d807dd)
CHAPTER ONE (#u5457ba4d-bae4-5f4b-9e03-095f4555c379)
CHAPTER TWO (#u5995bcb3-d55c-5b67-87b3-6ffd2929cb3c)
CHAPTER THREE (#u02f5109f-1d35-5629-bf54-8802cae2f496)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u4789a97a-1457-50ec-b890-ea47f88c22aa)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
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)
PROLOGUE
EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD DUNCAN MacLachlan saw from half a block away that his mother’s car was in the driveway. So she was home. He didn’t know if that was good or not. Man, he should have stopped to grab a burger somewhere. Mom wasn’t likely to cook dinner tonight.
He parked at the curb, killed the engine and winced at the jerk followed by a barely muted bang. Mr. Kowalski next door glared every time he saw him now. Duncan always waved hello, even while thinking, Live with it, dude. Every penny he was making this summer was going in the bank to pay for tuition. There was no way he could afford to replace the muffler. He’d sell the car before he left for college at the end of August, anyway. Kowalski would have peace and quiet then.
Duncan loped across the yard, but found himself hesitating on the porch. He wasn’t even sure why the reluctance. Who cared how many years Dad had gotten this time? Not him. They could throw away the key as far as Duncan was concerned.
Except, he guessed Mom did care.
Maybe. He frowned, his hand on the knob. She’d been strange lately. Worried about Dad, maybe, but…somehow Duncan didn’t think so.
He gave his head a quick, hard shake. What? He was cowering at the thought of another chapter in the MacLachlan family soap opera? The last chapter, as far as he was concerned.
Five more weeks, and he was gone.
The sweet thought of freedom loosened his shoulders and he opened the door. “Hey, Mom,” he called.
There was no answer. Surprised, he walked through to the kitchen and was more surprised yet to see that she was there, sitting at the table not doing anything. The radio was off; she didn’t even have a magazine open in front of her. And no, she wasn’t cooking dinner.
Dirty dishes in the sink showed that Conall had been around. So did the bread left on the counter, open so it could dry out. Peanut butter that should have gone back in the fridge. An empty milk carton lay on its side. Beside it was a crushed beer can. Duncan felt a rush of anger at the sight of that. Con was twelve years old. Twelve.
Was that what had Mom staring straight ahead, this weirdly unfocused look in her eyes?
Duncan didn’t move past the doorway. “Mom?”
Slowly, almost as if painfully, she lifted her gaze and blinked; once, twice.
“Um…are you all right?” he asked.
Her face contorted, then smoothed again. He saw her swallow. “Your father was sentenced to ten years.”
Duncan nodded. Dad had gotten five last time, got out early—the judge definitely was going to come down on him. He dealt drugs for a living; he deserved whatever they threw at him.
“Do you know where your brothers are?” she asked, in a seeming non sequitur.
Unease crawled up his spine with the quick flick, flick of a snake in the grass. Why was she so out of it? They both knew where Niall was. Duncan’s fifteen-year-old brother was in juvie for possession. Only for a joint—it could be worse. With Niall, it usually was worse. This time, when they called, Mom had said, “He can rot there,” and hung up the phone.
Around a constriction in his throat, Duncan said, “Conall was still asleep when I left this morning.”
Only twelve, Conall had been out late last night. Duncan had heard him come in sometime after one. Mom wasn’t even trying to control him anymore, which Duncan didn’t understand.
“I left a note asking, if he didn’t do anything else today, he could at least leave the kitchen clean.” Mom didn’t even look toward the mess.
Duncan said awkwardly, “I can clean up.”
Her eyes were focused now on his face. So intensely focused, he couldn’t look away.
“I’m afraid—” her voice cracked “—you’re going to have to.”
“Do you, uh, want to lie down or something?”
She shook her head. “I’m done, Duncan. I can’t take any more. Your father promised…”
He couldn’t imagine why she would ever believe anything Dad promised. And she must have known for at least a year that he was moving drugs again. Duncan hadn’t even heard them arguing. It was like she’d given up.
