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Cowboy in the Crossfire
Robin Perini
Unjust accusations shattered Blake Redmond's big-city police career–and destroyed everything around him. Now, all this sheriff lives for is keeping watch over his small Texas town…until Amanda Hawthorne and her five-year-old son come fleeing out of a snowstorm with killers on their trail. The terror Blake sees in the young boy's eyes makes Blake swear to protect him and his injured mother. But winning Amanda's trust is as difficult as resisting the passion drawing him to this beautiful, determined woman. With their every move thwarted and time running out, the only way Blake can clear his name and save this little family is to confront his own dangerous past–no matter what the cost.
She's the one piece of his past this cowboy can't escape
Unjust accusations shattered Blake Redmond’s big-city police career—and destroyed everything around him. Now, all this sheriff lives for is keeping watch over his small Texas town…until Amanda Hawthorne and her five-year-old son come fleeing out of a snowstorm with killers on their trail. The terror Blake sees in the young boy’s eyes makes Blake swear to protect him and his injured mother. But winning Amanda’s trust is as difficult as resisting the passion drawing him to this beautiful, determined woman. With their every move thwarted and time running out, the only way Blake can clear his name and save this little family is to confront his own dangerous past—no matter what the cost.
“I have to disappear, Blake. I can’t stay.”
Amanda’s heart pounded in anticipation even as she uttered the halfhearted resistance.
“I always wondered,” Blake whispered, “if you really tasted as good as I remembered.” He rubbed his thumb on her lower lip. “May I?”
She didn’t think, just nodded her head.
With a deep groan, he took her lips with a force that made Amanda whimper. No one had ever kissed her as if he was too hungry to let her go.
He wrapped her in his arms, and when he pressed her lips open, she gladly let him in. She pressed closer to Blake, her breasts crushing against his broad chest.
Heat sprang between them, and her body sizzled with want. Low in her belly, the recognition of her yearning for this man kindled something she hadn’t felt in too long.
Amanda rubbed her hands over the strength of his muscles, the broadness of his shoulders, the narrowness at his waist. His response to her touch was primal and immediate. Blake wanted her. As much as she wanted him....
Cowboy in the Crossfire
Robin Perini
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Award-winning author Robin Perini’s love of heart stopping suspense and poignant romance, coupled with her adoration of high-tech weaponry and covert ops, encouraged her secret inner commando to take on the challenge of writing romantic suspense novels. Her mission’s motto: “When danger and romance collide, no heart is safe.”
Devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes adventures with a love story sure to melt their hearts, Robin won the prestigious Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award in 2011. By day she works for an advanced technology corporation, and in her spare time you might find her giving one of her many nationally acclaimed writing workshops or training in competitive small-bore rifle silhouette shooting. Robin loves to interact with readers. You can catch her on her website, www.robinperini.com (http://www.robinperini.com), several major social-networking sites or write to her at P.O. Box 50472, Albuquerque, NM 87181-0472.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Amanda Hawthorne—Determined to protect her son from a murderer, and out of options, she must seek help from the disgraced cop who her brother framed.
Blake Redmond—This by-the-book sheriff never crosses the line. Can he ignore his badge to protect a fugitive and her son from those willing to kill anyone who gets in their way?
Ethan Hawthorne—Amanda’s son can identify his uncle’s killer. Now the five-year-old witness is the next target.
Logan Carmichael—Blake trusts the private investigator with his and Amanda’s lives, but will Logan stay loyal when powerful forces threaten to take away everything he holds dear?
Vince Hawthorne—His secrets got him killed. Can Blake and Amanda find the evidence Vince left behind in time to save Ethan’s life?
Shaun O’Connor—Why does the Internal Affairs cop offer to help? Is he out for justice or is he involved in murder?
Paul Irving—The lieutenant tried to save Blake’s job. Is Paul now a target?
Matt Johnson—The detective got in over his head. Can he find a way out?
Rafe Vargas—The former special ops soldier knows how to kill. Can his loyalty be bought?
Deputy Parris—Blake’s right-hand man was in line to be sheriff until Blake returned to Carder, Texas. Does Parris want the job at any cost?
For my dad—my hero. His love for our family inspires me.
He taught me that a man can be tough and tender, strong and loyal, wise and funny—and he taught me to shoot and dragged me all over West Texas on adventures, which came in mighty handy while writing this book!
I love you, Dad. Always!
Contents
Chapter One (#uc2fd3fcd-d843-5295-bf3b-f9aae365efa4)
Chapter Two (#u5003e0a2-2a9d-54c0-8738-e18a15337287)
Chapter Three (#uf4b5e840-498f-5435-976c-844f702c90ef)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
A wicked gust of winter wind buffeted Amanda Hawthorne toward the front entrance of her brother’s home. She wrapped her flimsy coat tighter around her body and lowered her head. Another cold blast nearly knocked her down. Even the weather fought to keep her out of Vince’s house. Well, this freak ice storm wouldn’t win, and neither would her brother. He’d be furious, but she was staying. Just until she found another job.
She breathed in, hoping to kill the perpetual French-fry smell that permeated her clothes from her final shift at Jimmy’s Chicken Shack. She could have lived with the odor and her aching feet, but she couldn’t take his octopus hands, his foul breath or his large body trapping her against the wall in his storage room. She shuddered at the memory. She wouldn’t go back. But first, she had to face Vince.
With a deep breath, she unlocked the door. “Big brother, I’ve got bad news. You may have houseguests for a while—”
Her voice trailed off. The photos that had lined the entryway hall lay shattered on the tile floor. The small table near the doorway teetered on its side, crushed.
“Vince?” Her heart thumped like a panicked rabbit. She ran into the living room. The place was in shambles. “Ethan?” Oh, God. Where was her son?
She rounded the couch and skidded to a halt. Vince lay on the floor in a pool of blood, eyes staring up at her, sightless. A hole in his chest, a gun in his hand.
Her knees shook and she swayed. No.
She whirled around the room, frantic, searching. “Ethan!” she screamed. He had to be here. He had to be okay. He was only five. “Ethan, where are you?”
Deadly silence echoed through the house. Her body went numb. This couldn’t be happening. Her son was her life.
Then she saw it. A small, bloody footprint on the wood floor. Streaks of red trailed across the carpet toward the entertainment center. So much blood. Too much blood.
“No!”
A horrified, wounded cry ricocheted through the quiet room.
The sound came from her.
Shaking, her mind whirling through unthinkable images, she followed the blood to the cabinet. Sobs clutched her throat as she tossed aside a slew of DVDs dumped in front of the oak furniture. Bracing herself for the worst, she held her breath and opened the door.
Empty.
She clutched at the wood to keep herself from collapsing. “Ethan!” Her stomach roiled. She should never have left him. Ever!
A choked whimper broke from behind another section on the unit.
“Ethan?”
She snatched the brass handle and yanked it open to reveal her five-year-old huddled in a ball, rocking back and forth.
Alive.
Amanda’s knees quaked with relief. She couldn’t stop the tears that poured down her face. Her son was alive. She snatched him from the cabinet and folded him into her arms. She couldn’t stop touching him. His arms, his legs, his hair, his tear-streaked face. With a trembling hand, she stroked his blood-stained pants. “Are you hurt?”
He shook his head. “U-Uncle Vince.”
“I know, little man. I know.” She rocked him back and forth, her chin on his soft hair. His small arms clung to her as if he would never let her go. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here.” She repeated the words over and over again, as much for herself as for Ethan.
She shot up a thankful prayer, then her gaze fell to her brother’s body. Blindly, Amanda searched for the cell in her pocket to call 9-1-1. She pulled out the phone and started dialing.
Ethan grabbed her hand, his eyes wild with panic. “No, Mommy. Uncle Vince said for us to run away.”
She clasped Ethan to her, trying to calm him even as an icy wave of terror threatened to freeze her from the inside. Vince had been a stand-and-fight kind of guy. A cop. If he’d said that, then they weren’t safe in this house. Maybe not safe anywhere.
“Where?” she murmured. “Where can we go?”
Ethan wrapped his arms tight and squeezed. “Blake. Go to Blake,” he whispered in her ear, his voice shaking with a terror no child should ever feel.
She stilled. “Where did you hear that name, little man?”
“Uncle Vince.” Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Go to Blake.”
Ethan stuck his thumb in his mouth, something he hadn’t done in over a year.
Go to Blake? Why would Vince say such a thing? Blake Redmond hated her brother. No way was she going to Blake for anything. She’d take care of herself and her son.
Pressing Ethan’s face against her shoulder, she ran to her brother’s body. With a gulp, she crouched down. She snatched the gun from Vince’s hand for protection, hurried to his desk and wrenched open the drawer. Thank goodness. The grocery money was still in the bank bag. She stuffed it and the gun into her purse.
Amanda carried Ethan to the front hallway, pried her son’s arms from around her and set him down. “We’re getting out of here, Ethan.” She kissed his forehead, then bundled him into his navy-and-orange coat, scarf and gloves. She tugged on his hat and covered his ears.
Ethan sneaked a look into the living room at Vince, and his face went blank. He’d shut down. Amanda gave his hat a last tug. “Don’t worry, Mommy will take care of you.”
With Ethan in her arms, she raced out of Vince’s house into the cold late-November night. How would she ever make things all right? She had nowhere to go, no one to help her. She only knew they had to get away.
Hands shaking, she unlocked the car, tossed her purse inside and settled Ethan into his booster seat. He scooted back. She brushed his hair aside. “We’ll be safe.”
Someone grabbed her from behind. “You won’t keep the promise,” the deep voice sounded in her ear.
Amanda whirled around. A man in a ski mask loomed above her. She shot a panicked glance to the car. The gun was still in her purse. She reached into her pocket for her phone. The man grabbed the cell, threw it to the ground and rammed her against the car. “Where did Vince hide it?”
“What are you—”
“No games.” His grip tightened. “Tell me, and you and the kid live.”
The cold look in his eyes belied his words. He’d never let them go.
“Where’s Vince’s file?”
The man’s arm pinned her neck. He pressed against her windpipe, harder and harder. She gasped for air, tried to pry him away. Stars exploded in front of her. Blackness threatened to swallow her whole. Oh, God. She was dying.
“Mommy!”
At Ethan’s scream, the man’s hold slackened. Just enough.
“No!” she choked. Aiming for his knee, Amanda kicked out hard. She heard a sickening pop. With a shout, he fell to the ground, clutching his leg.
She dived into the front seat, shoved the key into the ignition and jammed the car into gear. The attacker struggled to his feet, cursing at her.
Amanda backed through Vince’s front yard and spun into the street.
Shots rang out, followed by the thwack of bullets hitting metal. Fire seared across her side. Half-crazy with shock and fear, she punched the accelerator. Her car jerked forward and sped down the street, but not before she saw the man limp to his car and start after them.
He would not get Ethan. She’d die first.
