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Task Force Bride
Julie Miller
Something about innocent Hope Lockhart fascinated Officer Pike Taylor. He had been patrolling her bridal shop for months trying to capture the criminal who targeted her.But when he’s assigned to protect Hope by posing as her live-in fiancé, resisting his feelings becomes paramount!
USA TODAY bestselling author Julie Miller’s The Precinct: Task Force series heats up when a plain Jane and an experienced cop pose as an engaged couple.
Something about Hope Lockhart fascinated Officer Pike Taylor. The cop and his canine companion had been patrolling the neighborhood around Hope’s bridal shop for months, trying to capture the criminal who targeted her. Was it the way she hid her voluptuous beauty beneath a plain Jane exterior?
Hope bore the scars of a troubling past. And despite a profession steeped in romance, she’d never known the love of a man. But when Pike is assigned to protect her by posing as her live-in fiance, his tenderness may give Hope the courage to open her heart for the very first time.
“Do you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“Someone watching.” She tipped her head back to see his sharp gaze swinging back and forth. He was looking, too. “Do you think I’m paranoid?”
That clear blue gaze settled on her. “No. I’ve felt it, too.” His hands tightened at her waist and he pulled her into his chest, winding his arms behind her back and resting his chin at the crown of her hair.
Her arms caught between them and she whispered against the KCPD logo embroidered on his chest. “Did you see someone? What do you need me to do?”
“Easy, partner. I need you to let me hold you for a minute. Okay?”
Hope nodded. She willed herself to relax against him. “I’m okay with that.”
“You’re not alone, Hope. It’s you and me, remember? This guy’s going to try to come after you, but he won’t get to you, understand? I won’t let him.”
Whatever the reason behind this show of support, Hope curled her fingers into the back of his shirt and held on. She needed to feel safe for a few moments. She needed to know she’d made the right decision to agree to helping the police.
She needed to hear him say it again, in that deep, husky voice that danced across her eardrums and soothed the fear from her heart. “You’re not alone.”
Task Force Bride
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Julie Miller
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
USA TODAY bestselling author JULIE MILLER attributes her passion for writing romance to all those books she read growing up. When shyness and asthma kept her from becoming the action-adventure heroine she longed to be, Julie created stories in her head to keep herself entertained. Encouragement from her family to write down the feelings and ideas she couldn’t express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where this teacher serves as the resident “grammar goddess.” Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Julie believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, this award-winning author now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and an assortment of spoiled pets. To contact Julie or to learn more about her books, write to PO Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162, USA or check out her website and monthly newsletter at www.juliemiller.org..
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Hope Lockhart—Wedding planner and owner of Fairy Tale Bridal Shop. A shy, secretive woman who makes happily-ever-after’s happen for everyone else. After escaping a close encounter with the Rose Red Rapist, the neighborhood spinster becomes the task force’s best chance at capturing him. But agreeing to be the bait in KCPD’s trap means facing off against her own private fears…and a man who wants her dead.
Edison “Pike” Taylor—K-9 cop with KCPD. Nobody protects and serves Kansas City the way a Taylor can. This neighborhood cop has got his work cut out for him when he’s assigned to go undercover as Hope’s fiancé. Teaching the inexperienced Hope how to act like a woman in love is challenging enough. Keeping her alive might be the toughest—and most important—mission this cop could have.
Hans—Pike’s canine partner. A well-trained officer who likes playing tug-of-war and chasing down bad guys.
Hank Lockhart, Sr.—Hope’s father wants his daughter’s forgiveness.
Nelda Sapphire—Hank’s girlfriend.
Brian Elliott—Hope’s mentor and friend. His vision for revitalizing downtown KC doesn’t include a serial rapist.
Adam Matuszak—Hope’s attorney. Where do his loyalties really lie?
Leon Hundley—The neighborhood handyman has fixed a lot of things in Hope’s shop.
Gabriel Knight—Reporter at the Kansas City Journal. What’s his deal with KCPD, anyway?
Vanessa Owen—Television news reporter. She’s got the lead on a story that could make her a star.
The Rose Red Rapist—Will he finally be brought to justice?
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Contents
Prologue (#uc3dd04f2-96a2-50e5-b650-be255a0ffc5e)
Chapter One (#uf93daf14-a1c2-5907-b675-c45a204d0454)
Chapter Two (#uf829cfb1-7386-5fb9-aae1-6d562114959f)
Chapter Three (#ud33ce66e-b0d7-53fe-8e50-26f8ecdaaa2e)
Chapter Four (#ud9eb2764-2c50-513c-b3c1-62f40fed1c3a)
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)
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Prologue
Today was a bad day to be a bride.
“Hello?” Hope Lockhart pressed her phone to her ear and inched her way toward the door, quietly seeking an escape as her perfectly executed plan for her client’s wedding blew up in an explosion of harsh words and wailing tears. “Hello?”
Click.
Hope cringed as the mysterious caller hung up without saying a word. She didn’t need this today. She tucked her phone into the hip pocket of the gray suit she wore and hurried her steps.
“Cold feet is not an option, young lady,” Dale Barrister lectured his daughter over the chamber music drifting down from the sanctuary upstairs while the mother of the bride wept right alongside her daughter. He pointed his white-gloved finger to the ceiling. “Everyone who’s anyone in Kansas City is in that church right now, waiting for us.”
“Daddy!” Deanna Barrister wailed, pushing her veil away from the mascara running down her cheeks. “I don’t think I can do this. Not today.”
“Well, we’re not doing it tomorrow or any other day.” The skin above his starched white collar turned red with anger. “I spent more money on this shindig than you’re worth, and this is how you repay me?”
Hope curled her fingers around the doorknob behind her and paused at the cruel words. Raised voices always twisted her stomach into knots. Tension like this usually suffocated the breath from her chest and scattered coherent thoughts right out of her head. The anger, pain and frustration filling the room reminded her of things she’d worked long and hard to forget.
“You stupid cow! When I tell you to do a thing, I expect—”
Uh-uh. Hope slammed the door on that particular memory and forced herself to take a deep breath and intervene. “Mr. Barrister, perhaps if we give Deanna a few minutes—”
“Miss Lockhart!”
It wasn’t a great day to be a wedding planner, either.
Hope flattened her back against the door as the father of the bride whirled around and stalked across the dressing room toward her. “I’m paying you a boatload of money.”
She turned her head from the finger jabbing near her face.
“You make today happen.”
As much as every frayed nerve inside her longed to bolt to a place of silence and solitude, she’d also worked long and hard to learn how to cope with volatile emotions and uncomfortable situations like this. She was stronger than her past. She could do this. Her client needed her. And if someone needed her, she had to help. That had always been her Achilles’ heel. Hope released the door, keeping her voice calm and her smile serene.
“Of course.” She gestured to the woman wiping at the tears that dripped on her taupe lace gown. “Perhaps you could take your wife to the restroom to freshen her face,” she suggested, needing to clear some of the emotions from the room if she was to have any chance of saving the big day. Ignoring both the father’s impatient curse and the doubt in the reluctant bride’s red-rimmed eyes, Hope pulled out her phone and texted her assistant upstairs. Tell organist to play another 15 min.
Send groom down. Keep smiling. Pray.
Hope hit Send and looked up to see the fractured family all staring expectantly at her. A mixture of compassion and trepidation filled her. She’d worked miracles in the past to make a bride’s wedding dreams come true. She hoped she had another miracle up her sleeve today. “Mr. Barrister? Please.”
With a grunt and a nod, he swung open the door and pulled his wife into the hallway with him. Hope closed the door softly, studying the grain in the fine old walnut, racking her brain for the next step in this impromptu wedding rescue.
A soft sniffle from the young woman behind her provided an inspiration. Adjusting her narrow-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, Hope spotted a box of tissues on a shelf and retrieved them before sitting in the Sunday school chair beside her client. “Here.”
Deanna pulled a handful of tissues from the box to wipe her face and blow her nose. “It’s too much. I can’t take this kind of pressure. What if I’m wrong?”
“About Jeff?”
“About getting married. I’m only twenty-two.”
A decade younger than Hope. Her client had so much life ahead of her. She had two parents who loved her, even if they were having a hard time expressing it on this particularly stressful day. She was slender, beautiful—stunning in the mermaid-style gown Hope had helped her select. Deanna had a handsome young doctor who wanted her to be his wife.
Not for the first time in her life, a pang of envy nipped at Hope’s thoughts. And not for the first time, she pushed aside that longing and focused on what needed to be done at that moment.
She found a discarded florist’s box for Deanna to toss her soiled tissues into, and offered her another handful as the tears quieted into silent sobs. “You know, Deanna,” Hope began, “today isn’t about those people upstairs. Or the gifts or the doves or the champagne we’ll serve at the reception. It isn’t about how worried your father is that this won’t turn out to be the happiest day of your life.”
“He just wants it to be over.”
“He wants it to be perfect. He’s about to lose his little girl to another man, and today is his way of showing the world how much he loves you and how much he’s going to miss you. He’s worried that you won’t be happy.”
“Dad’s angry with me, not worried. Today is a business opportunity for him, publicity for his company. He doesn’t care what I’m feeling.”
Hope’s phone vibrated with an incoming call, setting off a chain reaction of startled gasps. She apologized before reading the incoming number, and then felt the warmth drain from her blood. How? Why? She had a pretty good idea who the unknown caller harassing her today might be. The Fates must be mocking her for sitting here and defending fathers.
“Do you need to take that?”
“No.” Hope purposefully ended the call as temper brought heat back to her body. She’d have to change her cell number. Again. She buried the phone in her jacket pocket, politely masking the urge to hurl it across the room. Hope inhaled a deep breath and remained calm for the woman beside her. “Some men—some people—don’t know how to express what they’re feeling in a way we all understand. For fathers, I think the wedding day is that one last hurrah that he can do for you. He’s trying to show his love by giving you everything he thinks you want. But I’m guessing—behind the frustration and anger—that he’s afraid.”
Deanna sniffed. “Of what?”
“That he’s failed you. That if he’d done something more or less or different, then you wouldn’t be having second thoughts about getting married.”
Deanna blinked a few last tears from her dark brown eyes and looked at Hope. “Dad never failed me.” Lucky woman. “It’s just that today has gotten so out of hand. There’s so much that has to happen.”
“There’s only one thing that has to happen.” Hope reached over and patted Deanna’s hand. “Don’t think about the pressures of the day—that’s what I’m here for. Think about yourself, and the future you’ll have with your husband.”
A soft knock at the door ended the conversation. “Dee?” The groom covered his eyes as Hope let him in. “Your dad said you were freaking out. Is everything okay?” he asked, peeking between the fingers of his crisp white gloves.
Hope pointed to the woman rising to her feet. “I thought maybe you two could use a quiet minute alone.”
He dropped his hand and turned to his bride-to-be. “Wow.”
Deanna blushed at his unabashed appreciation for the image she created in the subtly blinged gown she wore. “Jeff. You shouldn’t see me before the wedding.”
“There is going to be a wedding, right?”
Hope politely faded into the woodwork when the bride’s and groom’s eyes locked onto each other’s. There was so much love, acceptance and desire in Jeff Stelling’s eyes that she didn’t see how any woman could hesitate to commit to a man who looked at her that way.
“That’s all that has to happen today.” Deanna repeated Hope’s words and met her fiancé in the middle of the room. “You and me. I want to spend my life with you.”
“I love you, Dee. Come upstairs and start that life together with me. Please?”
“I love you.” He leaned in for a kiss before Deanna shooed him out. “Okay. Go up to the church. Tell Dad I’ll meet him upstairs. Hope? Can you make me gorgeous again in five minutes?”
Crisis averted. Tally up one more happily-ever-after. For someone else. The phone was vibrating against her hip again. Her past was calling. Ignoring it, Hope smiled. “You bet.”
Chapter One
“Really?” Hope squinted and averted her eyes from the bright headlights that filled up her rearview mirror. “You’re following a little close, buddy.”
