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Kansas City Countdown
Julie Miller
A 72 HOUR COUNTDOWN TO SAVE HER LIFEThey may have battled in the courtroom, but KCPD detective Keir Watson wasn’t going to let their turbulent past stop him from protecting attorney Kenna Parker. She’d been attacked, escaping with her life but with no memory of who wanted to end it. And the only person she dared trust was Keir.With the clock ticking, every second grows more precious, each action more important…their feelings more intense. If Keir is going to discover Kenna’s would-be killer, he has to keep his mind on the case. But his attraction to Kenna is making this self-declared bachelor reconsider just what his idea of forever could mean.
A seventy-two-hour countdown to save her life
They may have battled in the courtroom, but KCPD detective Keir Watson isn’t going to let their turbulent past stop him from protecting attorney Kenna Parker. She was attacked, escaping with her life but with no memory of who wanted to end it. And the only person she dares trust is Keir.
With the clock ticking, every second grows more precious, each action more important…their feelings more intense. If Keir is going to discover Kenna’s would-be killer, he has to keep his mind on the case. But his attraction to Kenna is making this self-declared bachelor reconsider just what his idea of forever could mean.
The Precinct: Bachelors in Blue
“Don’t be nice to me right now. I need you to be a detective.”
“Counselor, you’re scaring me.”
“Join the club. The numbers. They’re a countdown.” She told him about the weekly letters she’d stashed away and the caller who seemed to think she ought to be dead. “Today is day zero. Today is when he planned to attack me. I think he’s coming to kill me.”
“Did you report it to the police?”
She hugged her arms around her waist. “Would it have done any good? Aren’t I the enemy? Someone has been threatening me, and maybe…maybe I wasn’t scared enough for him. I’m too stubborn and independent…” Kenna swayed with exhaustion and fell silent.
“Can I be nice to you now?” Keir’s voice was deep pitched, calm.
All she could do was nod. He turned her into his arms.
Kansas City Countdown
Julie Miller
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
JULIE MILLER is an award-winning USA TODAY bestselling author of breathtaking romantic suspense—with a National Readers’ Choice Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award, among other prizes. She has also earned an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. For a complete list of her books, monthly newsletter and more, go to juliemiller.org (http://juliemiller.org/).
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Keir Watson—A third-generation cop and the youngest of the Watson brothers, this detective never backs down from a challenge. The last person he expects to stumble out of an alley and into his arms is the attorney who just shredded his latest case.
Kenna Parker—A successful, driven criminal-defense attorney, she has plenty of enemies. When she’s brutally assaulted and left with amnesia, she is dismayed by the frightening number of suspects who might want to hurt her. The only man she trusts is the detective who rescued her, Keir Watson.
Helmut Bond—Good ol’ Hellie was a friend of Kenna’s father, and would like to be an even better friend to her.
Dr. Andrew Colbern—The cosmetic surgeon has been accused of hiring someone to murder his wife.
Devon Colbern—The doctor’s aggrieved wife doesn’t feel justice has been served. Yet.
Marvin Bennett—Is the Parker estate’s gardener about to lose his job? Or his life?
Hudson Kramer—Keir’s partner might be a little jealous of his partner’s luck with the ladies.
B.J.—Who was Kenna planning to meet the evening she was attacked? And why would she keep that meeting a secret?
Hoodie Guy—When you don’t know a name and haven’t seen a face, you give the creepy guy who keeps showing up a nickname.
Thomas Watson—Keir’s father. Someone has targeted his family. Can the threats against the people he loves be related to the woman his son is protecting?
Seamus Watson—Keir’s grandfather. He can’t walk by himself and can barely speak. But he knows how to charm a lady.
To my fellow Whovians.
You know who you are.
(And please don’t ask me to pick a favorite Doctor!)
Contents
Cover (#u9b81d227-8b62-5302-a691-7251b0d2b690)
Back Cover Text (#u238293fc-c8d5-5597-9fc3-929ca53c2c02)
Introduction (#ua511adcc-572d-518d-9968-bcf0c41e09da)
Title Page (#u4f7be68b-671b-5eda-b0a5-9e44589c98d6)
About the Author (#u39eb08d8-0498-5880-a305-953e211f170c)
Cast of Characters (#u9e5257da-85e1-55b5-8498-6ed1dda9d1d9)
Dedication (#ub0eb9e8b-4934-55f3-9e9f-4bfaf3cf9163)
Prologue (#u9810be63-e5d6-58b5-9a10-41b6a0df51fb)
Chapter One (#uac59565d-883e-59b8-be54-f671599b2030)
Chapter Two (#u69e83232-ec8c-5fcf-aa47-f3675dd2d833)
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Prologue (#u8257cc0a-b2e0-5729-9305-ae79b8c31454)
“You’re a bad boy, Detective Watson.”
Keir Watson laughed at the teasing gibe from Natalie Fensom Parker, the bridesmaid he was escorting down the aisle at his sister’s wedding. He adjusted the cherry-red bow tie that matched the vest he wore with his black tuxedo and doffed a salute to Al Junkert as they walked past. Al was an old family friend and KCPD senior officer who’d once partnered with Keir’s father, Thomas, before a shattered leg had forced Thomas into early retirement from the department. “No, ma’am. I’m a truth teller. You are absolutely the prettiest pregnant lady here today. The guests can’t keep their eyes off you.”
Natalie’s bouquet of red and white carnations seemed to rest on her swollen belly as she giggled. “Everyone’s eyes will be on your sister and Gabe today. Nobody is watching me waddle down the aisle.”
“Your husband is.”
“Maybe Jim is watching you.” She beamed a smile to her husband as they walked by. “He and your sister, Olivia, have been partners for some time now. I’ve got the scoop on all three of you Watson boys. Third generation cops like your father and grandfather before you. He knows your reputation around the precinct offices.”
“That I’m a sharp-eyed detective who is as tough as he is resourceful? That I’ll make sergeant detective and be running my own task force before I turn thirty-five?”
“No, that you’re a flirt.” Her fingers squeezed his arm to take the sting out of the accusation. “But Jim assures me you’re harmless.”
“Natalie, you wound me.”
“Well, better me than my husband.”
“The warning is duly noted.” Keir patted Natalie’s hand and grinned. Jim Parker was a lucky man to have this woman love him. His soon-to-be brother-in-law, Gabe Knight, was lucky to have Liv so head over heels for him. And though Keir modestly suspected that there was at least one single woman in the crowded church he could charm into going home with him by the end of the wedding reception, he instead felt a stab of envy that these good people had found their happily-ever-afters. Not that he’d ever admit that little taste of bitterness out loud.
Marriage vows and 2.5 children just weren’t in the cards for the youngest Watson brother.
Once he’d wanted what his father and late mother had had until she’d been torn from their lives by her senseless murder by a doped-up thief. He’d seen how devastated his father had been. Keir had felt the grief just as keenly, though as an eleven-year-old he hadn’t quite understood why his mother wasn’t coming home or why Grandpa Seamus and a new housekeeper/cook were coming to live with them.
Once he’d wanted that goofy smile kind of happiness Natalie and Jim Parker shared. Like them, he’d imagined starting his own family one day. A few years back he’d almost taken the plunge. But patience wasn’t always a virtue. He’d waited too long to put his heart on the line. He’d let the high standard of his mother’s example of what he wanted in a wife and his ambitious career plans with KCPD get in the way of grasping happiness when the opportunity presented itself.
With the engagement ring he’d hoped to give her buried in his pocket, Keir had waited hours for Sophie Collins to meet him at the restaurant where he’d planned to propose, only to find out the next day that she’d eloped with a friend of his from the police academy—the same man who’d introduced them two years earlier. While he’d been busy studying for his detective’s exam and taking extra training courses to be ready for any assignment opportunity, letting the relationship slide to the back burner, the other two had been spending lots of time together. Sophie considered Keir to be the friend, expected him to be happy for her. So he’d kissed her cheek, said all the right words and walked away.
He’d been walking away ever since.
That day, he’d picked his pride up off the floor and closed off his heart to that kind of loss and humiliation ever again. He wasn’t averse to enjoying a woman’s company, and took pride in being a gentleman and showing a lady a good time—whichever she preferred. But let anything get too serious, too close to feeling like he was giving a woman control over his heart, and Keir moved on. He had plenty of friends, and his career at KCPD was taking off. He’d made detective that first year he was eligible and he’d gotten several plum assignments, including his position now with the major case squad.
What more could a man need to have a successful life?
Right. Family. As Keir neared the front of the church, he reached out and squeezed his hand over the shoulder of his grandpa, Seamus Watson. The eighty-year-old retired KCPD desk sergeant laid his bony fingers over Keir’s and smiled, and Keir knew he had all the love a man could need with this close, supportive family. He caught the smile of the plump, silver-haired woman sitting behind Seamus and winked. Grinning at the blush that colored her cheeks, Keir blew a kiss to Millie Leighter, the woman who’d raised him and his brothers and sister after their mother’s death. More aunt or grandmother than housekeeper and cook, Millie was family, too.
Yeah. Keir Watson had enough for his life to be a success. The past was what it was. He was moving on.
He released Natalie as they’d rehearsed the night before and joined his older brothers—Duff, the detective, and Niall, an autopsy doctor at the KCPD Crime Lab—on the top step of the altar. A grin curved his lips as he saw Niall adjusting the dark frames of his glasses and nailing him with a piercing glare.
“Natalie is married to Liv’s partner, you know,” Niall whispered.
“Relax, Charm School Dropout.” Keir clapped his tallest brother on the shoulder of his matching black tuxedo and moved in behind him. “Young or old, married or not—it never hurts to be friendly.”
Olivia must have given Niall a directive about keeping his brothers in line, because the bespectacled medical examiner now turned his attention to Keir’s oldest brother, Duff. “Seriously? Are you packing today?”
Duff’s massive shoulders shifted as he turned to whisper a response. “Hey. You wear your glasses every day, Poindexter. I wear my gun.”
“I wasn’t aware that you knew what the term Poindexter meant.”
“I’m smarter than I look,” was Duff’s terse response.
Keir couldn’t let that straight line go without saying something. “He’d have to be.”
Duff turned his square jaw toward Keir. “So help me, baby brother, if you give me any grief today, I will lay you out flat.”
He probably could. If Niall was the brains of the family, Duff was definitely the brawn. But Keir had vowed from a tender age to never go down without a fight—or at least without a smart-aleck protest or two.
But before he could utter the barb on the tip of his tongue, Niall was shushing them. “Zip it. Both of you. You, mind your manners.” Keir put up a hand, acquiescing to the terse command, while Niall got on Duff’s case, too. “And you stop fidgeting like a little kid.”
Then the organ music coming from the wall of pipes in the church’s balcony changed and all three brothers turned their attention to the archway at the back of the church. Everyone in the congregation stood and watched Olivia Mary Watson and their father, Thomas, pause a moment before heading down the long aisle together.
Keir’s breath caught in his chest as he watched his sister and father approach. They both carried themselves proudly and walked with a purpose, despite Thomas Watson’s limping gait. Good grief! When had his tomboy little sister grown up to be such a beautiful woman? She was a detective like him, for Pete’s sake, and usually sported jeans and leather jackets. But today, sparkles and lace clung to curves sisters weren’t supposed to have. The veil of Irish lace that sat on her dark hair framed blue eyes like his own, and took Keir back several years to the pictures he remembered seeing of their mother and father’s wedding day.
“Dude.” Duff was about to wax poetic, giving voice to a sentiment similar to what Keir was feeling. “Gabe, you are one lucky son of a—”
“Duff.” Leave it to Niall to maintain a necessary sense of decorum.
“You’d better treat her right.” Duff whispered a warning to the groom.
“We’ve already had this conversation, Duff,” Niall pointed out. “I’m convinced he loves her.”
Gabe never took his eyes off Olivia as he leaned back toward his soon-to-be brothers-in-law. “He does.”
This conversation was pointless to Keir’s way of thinking. “Anyway, Liv’s made her choice. You think any one of us could change her mind? I’d be scared to try.”
The minister hushed the lot of them as father and bride approached.
“Ah, hell.” Duff was tearing up. “This is not happening to me.”
Keir blinked rapidly. If he wasn’t careful, he might embarrass himself and do the same thing. “She looks the way I remember Mom.”
Niall slipped Duff a handkerchief while Olivia shared a tight hug with their father. Keir gave her a thumbs-up when she smiled at the three of them, then turned his attention to the exchanging of vows and rings.
By the end of the ceremony, Keir was feeling that sting of envy again, a hollowness that seemed to fill the area of his chest right around his heart.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
But he’d made his choices. He was genuinely happy for his sister. While Liv’s new husband planted an embarrassingly thorough kiss on her lips, the guests applauded and Keir whistled a cheer between his teeth. Then the recessional started and the happy couple proceeded down the aisle to acknowledge all the family, friends and coworkers gathered here. Duff followed with the matron of honor. Niall took the arm of his bridesmaid and Keir extended his arm to walk Natalie back to her husband and get going to the party to find someone who could make him forget, for a little while, at least, that he wasn’t missing a thing by not putting his heart on the line again.
