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Redeeming Travis
Kate Welsh
Walking away from Travis Vance years ago was tough…asking for his help now is even more difficult.U.S. Air Force Major Patricia Streeter needs her former college sweetheart's help in a secret internal investigation of suspected wrongdoings at her base in Colorado Springs. But while their pretense of dating makes the Vance family happy, it stirs up long-buried dreams of home and family for the titian-haired major.Can she help the man she'd always loved find the peace his jaded heart needs and give their relationship a second chance - before the Diablo crime syndicate eliminates them?
“Believe me, Travis, I understand that kiss was nothing but a diversionary tactic. I meant, what are you doing here?”
His eyes narrowed at his former girlfriend. “Where exactly is here?”
“The middle of my investigation.”
“I believe it was you who ran into me. You really ought to watch where you were going, Ms. Streeter.”
“That’s Major Streeter, Air Force Office of Special Investigations. Now answer me. You followed someone. Which of them was it and why?”
FAITH ON THE LINE:
Two powerful families wage war on evil…and find love
ADAM’S PROMISE—
Gail Gaymer Martin (LI #259)
FINDING AMY—
Carol Steward (LI #2634)
GABRIEL’S DISCOVERY—
Felicia Mason (LI #267)
REDEEMING TRAVIS—
Kate Welsh (LI #271)
PETER’S RETURN—
Cynthia Cooke (LI #275)
PROTECTING HOLLY—
Lynn Bulock (LI #279)
KATE WELSH
is a two-time winner of Romance Writers of America’s coveted Golden Heart
and a finalist for RWA’s RITA
Award in 1999. Kate lives in Havertown, Pennsylvania, with her husband of over thirty years. When not at work in her home office, creating stories and the characters that populate them, Kate fills her time with other creative outlets. There are few crafts she hasn’t tried at least once or a sewing project that hasn’t been a delicious temptation. Those ideas she can’t resist grace her home or those of friends and family.
As a child she often lost herself in creating make-believe worlds and happily-ever-after tales. Kate turned back to creating happy endings when her husband challenged her to write down the stories in her head. With Jesus so much a part of her life, Kate found it natural to incorporate Him in her writing. Her goal is to entertain her readers with wholesome stories of the love between two people the Lord has brought together and to teach His truths while she entertains.
REDEEMING TRAVIS
KATE WELSH
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Acknowledgments
Brian Krawchuk—ex-air force and favorite nephew. Jeff Sweetin, Special Agent in
Charge, U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, Rocky Mountain Division.
Thank you, gentlemen, for your contributions. Any errors found here
are mine and certainly not theirs.
Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins?
And not one of them is forgotten before God.
—Luke 12:6
Cast of Characters
Travis Vance—He’d lost everything—his college sweetheart, his young wife and daughter…and his faith. But when his old flame returns, is he ready to risk his heart to her—and the Lord—one more time?
Air Force Major Patricia Streeter—Pretending to be in love with Travis Vance was easy—she’d been there before. But telling her heart that this was just an undercover mission to connect La Mano Oscura and the Diablo crime syndicate was another matter!
El Patrón—Who was the leader of La Mano Oscura that the rogue airmen dealt with?
Maxwell Vance—How involved was Travis’s father with La Mano Oscura…and which side was he working for?
Air Force Major Ian Kelly—What secrets did the investigator uncover that left him dead?
Dear Reader,
I was so excited to be asked to join the FAITH ON THE LINE series for Love Inspired. My reason was pretty simple. I fear many of us, sitting in our safe little homes and going to our idyllic churches, forget that there are Christians out there in the line of fire. They go forth into danger, fighting the world’s evils wherever they find them—for us. We need to remember that though many who don the mantle of warrior also wear the mantle of Jesus, they still need our continuous prayers. They face a double foe, the one they can see and another we all battle. Temptation is there all around them and they need our prayers to combat it.
I tried to show that battle as Travis lay in relative safety while taking aim at the men who would gleefully have killed the woman he loved if she were discovered. He prayed first for forgiveness as he contemplated his duty, but then he started feeling very righteous anger as they planned Tricia’s death. Temptation had found its subtle inroad, and Travis felt the darkness engulfing him and he remembered to turn to God. Tricia also faced death, and she too steadfastly turned to her Lord for comfort. My prayer for all who wear uniforms and carry badges of authority is that they remember where to turn in those darkest of moments on the job and in the quiet aftermath.
I love hearing from readers at kate_welsh@earthlink.net, but I regret I can only answer e-mail correspondence, or letters accompanied with a self-addressed stamped envelope when you write through Love Inspired.
Love and blessings,
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter One
From the shadow of an abandoned warehouse Major Patricia Streeter aimed her camera. Through her telephoto lens she saw the pilot she’d been following hand over an oversize duffel bag to a dark, swarthy man, then take a briefcase in exchange. The transaction took only as long as it took to shoot five quick images of the two men—evidence in her current investigation.
Captain Taylor, one of seven pilots who called themselves the Buccaneers, opened the briefcase and shook his head, his blond hair glinting in a sliver of sunlight that cut through the alley. “This isn’t nearly enough. What are you trying to pull?” she heard him shout.
The second man turned a bit more away from her. Tricia strained to hear him but she could only see him gesture in a way that said “Calm down.” Then he shrugged as he said something else that was as equally indiscernible.
“Fine,” Taylor snapped. “You’re just a messenger. So message this, pal. You tell your boss he’d better get in touch with mine. He has as much, if not more, to lose than the rest of us. It wouldn’t be a good thing if people found out he isn’t the good guy they all think he is. You tell him this waiting for full payment is making El Patrón mighty angry.” The taller of the two men by far, Taylor grabbed the other man’s jacket. “We’re sick of dealing with his threats! We’re your boss’s bread and butter. He’d be smart to take better care of us. Without the Bucs he has no pipeline, and it takes more than he’s giving to keep that pipeline open. El Patrón wants a show of faith. A bigger one than this.”
The man now in possession of the duffel bag nodded and backed away with another muttered word that scudded through the alley. Patricia snapped a full-frontal picture of this newest subject’s dusky face when he turned toward her.
As the conversation played in her mind, she thought, It was drugs that got you killed, Ian, wasn’t it? Once again Tricia promised her absent friend that she wouldn’t rest until his wife and daughters had justice—until he had justice. Since the meeting was obviously a drop, she decided to change locations and move back to the street where she could see the license plate on the car the dark-complected man drove. Maybe, if she got lucky, she’d even be able to follow him to his boss.
She pivoted, doubled back around the crates and up the side alley. Hunkering down and watching the ground so she wouldn’t trip, Tricia ran swiftly toward the street. And smacked headlong into a wall.
The grunt she heard before the impact sent reverberations down her spine and told her the wall wasn’t built of brick, mortar or steel. It was fashioned of all-too-alive flesh and bones. Ready to take down her opponent, she looked up and into the glittering green eyes of the only man she’d ever loved. The man who’d betrayed her by caring more for his needs than hers. The man who’d turned away from her and married her roommate within weeks of her refusing his proposal. She dropped her gaze to his jaw and found it was as rock solid as that annoyingly stubborn chin of his.
Which meant he was furious.
Furious? What did he have to be furious about? And what was he doing there—in the middle of her investigation? “Travis,” she hissed, “what are—”
Travis Vance’s gaze flicked away toward her quarry, his eyes widening. Then he ground out a low curse, dragged her against him and whirled her around, pressing her back into the cold steel of the warehouse wall. Instantly she became aware of his body heat through her heavy black turtleneck sweater. It disturbed her to be so close to him. Then her vision blurred as his lips descended to hers—lips that were no less furious than the look in his eyes had been.
She grabbed at the fabric of his jacket to shove him away but heard a man’s chuckle. “Get a room, amigo,” the same man said in a heavy Hispanic accent. Then his footsteps receded, followed by yet another set moving off in the opposite direction. Her pilot was headed back to his car.
Angry at being manhandled, Tricia balled the hand not gripping his jacket into a fist and drove it into Travis Vance’s solar plexis.
“Oomph,” he huffed, and stepped back in a hurry, his hand replacing her fist as she shoved him back yet another step.
She stared at him in silence—a silence she couldn’t seem to break—her mind having short-circuited the second her gaze locked with his. How could all the feelings she’d thought had long ago faded be so alive and vital after well over a decade?
He wasn’t even the same person she’d loved so helplessly in college. In Travis’s intense green gaze, where once there had been only vitality and generosity, there was such overwhelming emptiness and bitterness. Oh, his hair still looked as ruffled as ever, but his brow was furrowed from too many years of frowning. Her fingers itched to trace his square jaw and see if that slow grin still pulled his full bottom lip into an expression that could only be described as cocky. But she had an idea his mouth rarely smiled in any way these days and the black hair at his temples was finely threaded with gray. Still, it was clear that time had been kinder to his looks than his soul.
“What did you hit me for?” he asked, still gasping and rubbing his stomach.
It was easy to retrieve her anger. “Don’t try to act so amazed or as if you didn’t deserve it! What did you think you were doing?” she demanded, flexing her hand behind her back. His six-pack abs were certainly as well developed as ever.
“Did I offend you?” He raised his left eyebrow and his lips did the exact thing she’d wished for moments earlier. That cocky grin emerged from the shadow of the past years. “You’ve changed, sweet cakes. Time was you’d have thanked me for saving your cute little—”
“Don’t say it!” she cut in, silencing what she was sure was a word she’d rather not hear. On top of calling her sweet cakes, she’d probably shoot him. The oaf! The creep! The snake! “Believe me, Travis, I understand that the kiss was nothing but a diversionary tactic. I wasn’t born yesterday. I meant, what are you doing here?”
His eyes narrowed. “Where exactly is here?”
“The middle of my investigation. You just blew my chance for that Hispanic guy’s license plate. I’d have known who he is by six tonight if you hadn’t gotten in my way. Maybe even where he was headed if I’d had the chance to follow him.”
A muscle in his jaw flexed but he maintained his smart-alecky air. “Maybe I just happened along.”
Tricia propped her sore hand on her hip. “Why don’t I believe you? You almost gave me away.”
He smirked. That was the only description that fit his insolent, slightly crooked grin. “I believe it was you who ran into me. You really ought to watch where you were going, Ms. Streeter.”
“That’s Major Streeter, AFOSI. Air Force Office of Special Investigations, in case you don’t know. Now answer me,” she demanded. “What are you doing here? You followed someone. Which of them was it and why?”
“I’m doing a little legwork on behalf of my brother and a friend. That’s all you need to know. It’s a free country. And before you try to dissuade me the way you did Sam, I’ll save you the trouble. I don’t have a boss to order me off a case I’ve decided to pursue or to threaten me with suspension.”
She knew he was referring to the fact Sam Vance, Travis’s younger brother, a Colorado Springs police detective, had been ordered off the investigation into the murder of AFOSI’s Major Ian Kelly. Ian’s body had been moved clear across Colorado Springs from Peterson Air Force Base and dumped behind the Chapel Hills Mall but AFOSI DNA evidence proved his murder had taken place on the base, so the Air Force had claimed jurisdiction. And Sam Vance had quietly turned over everything he’d already compiled, but he hadn’t been happy.
