Protecting His Brother's Bride

by Jan Schliesman

  An unlikely partnership shrouded in secrets…family secrets too shocking to reveal…

  Framed for embezzling, investigator Kira Kincaid will go to any lengths to clear her name—even team up with Dalton Matthews, her estranged…now deceased…husband’s brother. But the reclusive mogul isn’t what she expected—he’s the quintessential alpha male who evokes an unwelcome yearning. And now, thanks to his involvement with Kira, a target to those trying to kill her.

  Dalton is determined to protect the headstrong widow, even as he plans to walk away once she’s safe. If only her green-eyed gaze didn’t melt all of his emotional defenses. But when their mission exposes an earth-shattering family secret from both their pasts, Dalton must choose between his brother’s betrayal and the one woman he should deny.

  Dalton dropped the handcuffs and kicked them across the floor to her. “Put those on.”

  “A frequent fantasy of yours?” Kira had been aiming for a sarcastic tone and instead, the words came out breathy. Like an invitation.

  “Definitely.” His raised eyebrow spoke volumes and she balanced on the thin line between anger and appreciation. He was good. Scratch that. He was very bad, and he knew it.

  “I meant, use them on your friend. We need to get out of here before the fire closes in.”

  “And if I refuse?” She swiped her cheek across her forearm and stifled a groan when her skin burned from the action.

  “Then you deserve each other,” he drawled. His warped sense of humor added to his raw appeal. Laughter and looks were a dangerous combination.

  His silky brown eyes slid down her body and then to the gun in her hand.

  “You’re making me nervous. How about a truce?”

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  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for picking up my book and taking a chance on a brand-new author! You’re holding this book because, like me, you’re drawn to action, suspense and strong characters with seemingly nothing in common.

  Kira Kincaid is a woman who has been vulnerable for far too long. A product of the foster care system, she walks the straight and narrow road to guarantee a safe journey through life. Until fate intervenes and she meets a man who treats her like a queen. Life becomes everything she’d been afraid to hope for and then, just as quickly, it’s taken away.

  Dalton Matthews is a coffee mogul turned recluse. He has no desire to rehash his wife’s suicide or play the blame game with the tabloids. But when he catches Kira snooping around his property, he’s forced to leave the safety of his wilderness retreat to protect a woman who is keeping far too many secrets.

  My favorite stories are those that make me forget I’m reading a book. My fondest hope is for you to get lost in Kira and Dalton’s story and believe that no matter what obstacles may stand in your way, love happens when you least expect it.

  Jan

  PROTECTING

  HIS BROTHER’S

  BRIDE

  Jan Schliesman

  Jan Schliesman became addicted to Harlequin Superromance novels in high school, often swapping bags of books with her girlfriends. Shortly afterward, Mr. Wonderful walked into her life, and it was love at first sight. At least for her. It took a few months for him to realize that she was mowing the grass in tight spandex to get him to notice her. They married and started a family and she became a stay-at-home mom. Not as much time to read meant Harlequin Desire books were her new best friend, especially when they started including wineglasses in the monthly shipment. After their son was diagnosed with autism, it was also vitally important that somebody, somewhere, was getting a happy ending. She returned to college in pursuit of an English degree, but working as a police dispatcher provided too many story ideas. The Romantic Suspense line became her new love, and a degree in criminal justice followed many years later.

  Most days you’ll find Jan listening to love stories and helping couples choose the perfect engagement ring. Most late nights she’s in her office, getting new words on the page. Born and raised in Iowa, she’s the mother of three semi-grown children. Jan lives in Kansas with the man she still calls Mr. Wonderful. Find her on Facebook, follow her on Twitter or check out her website at janschliesman.com.

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  Sixteen years ago I drove sixty miles on a Thursday night to attend a Heart of Iowa Fiction Authors meeting. I brought along ten single-spaced pages of my manuscript, which I’d printed on lavender paper. No one laughed at me. I received nothing but encouragement and amazing advice. Thank you, Roxanne Rustand, Kylie Brant and Cindy Gerard

  for being such great roomies at the conference

  and for including me in all your fun.

  When we moved to Kansas nearly six years ago,

  I connected with a critique partner, Sarah Cannon. We kept each other going when it might have been easier to give up. And thank goodness we didn’t give up, because 2014 was the year we both sold manuscripts to Harlequin. It’s been an exciting ride and one that wouldn’t have been possible for either one of us without the unwavering support of Harlequin Intrigue author Angi Morgan. Besides being my toughest critic, she’s also my best friend.

  I am lucky beyond measure to have her in my life.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  “I am not a criminal,” Kira Kincaid announced to the female FBI agent who watched her every move. On the contrary, Kira was an upstanding example of citizenship. “I never even drive over the speed limit.” The fact that she didn’t own a car was inconsequential.

  “Save it for the judge,” her keeper barked.

  Kira pressed the cup to her lips and finished the last drop of water. She wished she had more. The third-floor interrogation room faced west and the late-August sun was outpacing the air-conditioning.

  Rocking back and forth in the seat, she focused on trying to calm her nerves while preparing for what would happen next. Every police drama she’d ever seen replayed in her head. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. The only attorney she knew was Marissa Reynolds, a neighbor in her apartment complex.

  Sitting there in shock, Kira didn’t know how much time passed. She also didn’t know how she remained so calm. Shock could do that to a person, she guessed. Even so, she had enough sense to refuse answering any questions until her attorney arrived. She sat quietly in the interrogation room, handcuffs removed, but with one agent left to supervise her actions. Where would she go?

  She’d gone out of her way to avoid direct contact with Marissa, but
Kira could deal with the interaction if it meant the difference between going home and spending the night in jail. After having messy fingerprints and a horrible mug shot taken, she had used her one allotted phone call.

  The door swung open and Marissa Reynolds hurried in, giving Kira a quick once-over before a glance to the agent sent the woman from the room.

  “I’m sorry you had to wait. I was right in the middle of an adoption.”

  Kira pressed a fingernail into her palm to keep the tears at bay. Adoptions meant babies were getting new families. Marissa dealt with children every day, which was part of the reason they could never move beyond the boundaries of exchanging pleasantries in the hallway of their apartment complex.

  Kira had stopped at Marissa’s once to borrow Scotch tape and nearly had a meltdown in her kitchen. Marissa’s refrigerator was covered in pictures. Snapshots of babies and toddlers offered an unwelcome reminder of what Kira had lost.

  “I didn’t know who else to call.”

  Marissa pulled out a chair, sat and dropped the notepad she’d been holding on the table. “I’m not a criminal attorney, but I can refer you to someone who is.”

  “I’ve been set up,” Kira insisted. “I know who’s responsible.”

  “Then you need to cooperate with the FBI.” Marissa was all business as she paused to straighten her lapel and brush away invisible lint.

  Cooperate with the FBI? Kira had come too far for that option to sound feasible. And if they had any proof against her, dollars to doughnuts it was Griffin who’d once again left her a hair’s breadth away from learning his true identity. He’d also promised a fate worse than being arrested.

  Two men entered the room after a quick tap on the door. Their FBI badges were flipped open on their jacket pockets. Marissa stood to greet them. Introductions and handshakes were exchanged, and Marissa asked to see the warrant for Kira’s arrest. Kira already knew what it said—the United States Government, Judicial District 47, was charging her with twenty-two counts of insurance fraud and fifteen counts of identity theft. And to add insult to injury, there were three counts of embezzlement. All Kira could do was sit and stare in dumbfounded silence.

  “Mrs. Kincaid, you seem to have gotten in quite a pickle,” Agent Nissen said, sitting at the table with them. “Fortunately, it’s not you we’re after.”

  He dropped a file in front of Marissa. She opened it and scanned the page.

  “Eleven million dollars?” Marissa snapped the file shut and looked at Kira, not questioning the agent.

  The second agent leaned against the wall. “We’re after the bigger fish and the money.”

  “Meaning Justice is ready to make a deal to recover the cash,” Agent Nissen said.

  Three pairs of eyes turned to Kira.

  “You seriously think I embezzled eleven million dollars? I’m an insurance investigator. I only have three hundred dollars in my checking account. I didn’t steal anything.”

  “Tell us what you know,” Agent Nissen insisted. “Start with the account under your maiden name holding eight hundred thousand dollars.”

  “You’re married?” Marissa tipped her head to the side, her eyes reflecting betrayal. No one in their apartment building knew Kira was married. It was a lot easier not to discuss how she’d been abandoned.

  “It’s been a while. Things didn’t work out.” Understatement of the year. “If an account still exists, then it’s news to me.”

  “Here’s a listing of wire transfers into that account spanning the last four years, including one just two weeks ago.” Agent Nissen slid a sheet of paper across the table.

  Kira would never in a million years waste fifty dollars on a single wire transfer, let alone continue doing it for several years. Her thrifty nature was common knowledge. She always packed a lunch and rode the bus rather than wasting money on a car, insurance and gas.

  The numbers staring back at her contained too many commas and zeroes. But the paper also listed her full name, with the last four digits of her social security number. “Anyone can rent a PO box under my name and pay cash to hide their identity.”

  “Is that how you did it?” Agent Nissen asked.

  Kira ignored the jab. “What about this account in the Cayman Islands? Whose name is listed on it?”

  Another sheet of paper sailed across the table. “Recognize that signature?”

  “I recognize the name,” she conceded. “But that isn’t my signature.” She grabbed Marissa’s pen and signed her name on the first sheet of paper, shoving both across the table to Agent Nissen.

  After studying the page for a moment, he shrugged. “We have plenty of other evidence linking you to these crimes.” He pulled a few more sheets from the folder. “Video of you from the bank in Denver, airline manifests showing frequent trips to Colorado, the Cayman Islands and your condo in Florida.”

  “Stop.” She squeezed the bridge of her nose and took a cleansing breath. “This is absurd. Beyond absurd, it’s ludicrous. I’ve never been to Florida, let alone the Caymans.”

  “The evidence tells a different story.” The second agent had a note of superiority in his voice, almost as if he was taking too much pleasure in tightening the invisible noose around her neck.

  Whatever fear existed in her before was gone, along with her initial shock. This was wrong, plain and simple. “What is it you want from me?”

  “We want evidence against your partners. This scheme is too well orchestrated for one person.” Nissen ticked off his list by unfolding his fingers. “We want to know how it was done. Obviously, the safeguards in place at the federal level are not enough to deter every criminal.”

  “Terms for immunity?” Marissa’s voice was clipped.

  “The money, or nothing else is negotiable.”

  “What if she agrees to sign over the funds in those accounts?” Marissa held up her hand before Kira could protest.

  “This isn’t a fine on an overdue library book, Ms. Reynolds. Your client is looking at some serious time behind bars, whether or not the money is returned.” Agent Nissen tugged at his shirt cuff and checked his watch. “We’ll give you a few minutes to confer with her.”

  Marissa followed them to the door and verified that it was closed before turning to Kira. “I’m really disappointed in you.”

  “Why?” It hurt knowing Marissa believed anything Agent Nissen said.

  “You’ve got a condo in Florida and haven’t invited me along even once?” She shook her head. “I thought we were friends.”

  “I didn’t do this,” Kira insisted. “Marissa, you have to believe me.” Kira needed to know that at least one person was on her side. No one from Midwest Mutual had rushed to her defense when she’d been handcuffed and marched out of the office earlier today.

  “I obviously don’t know everything about you.” A smile worked its way across the attorney’s face. “But I do know that you’re afraid to fly.”

  Kira’s relief was evident in the hug she offered Marissa. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” she insisted. “First we need to get you arraigned and released.”

  Kira had to pull herself together. Equal parts anger and angst rolled through her veins. Anger at Geoff Griffin, the man who’d managed to elude all her attempts to link him to the stack of claims the audit department funneled her direction every month. Griffin was the only one who’d figured out that she’d spent quite a bit of her free time away from Midwest Mutual, working every angle she could come up with. How in the world had he known about her off-the-books investigation?

  The only positive in this fiasco was that she now had confirmation that her activities were making him nervous. Was it his goal to see her in prison? From every document she’d obtained, she knew the man covered his tracks too well. Someone inside Midwest Mutual must be helping him. It was the o
nly explanation for his ability to know her every move.

  The bank account was a bonus. Just further proof that her husband was a control freak and had failed to follow through on one more of his promises. Kira thought of the divorce papers that were gathering dust in her bill organizer. Even when she’d made the effort to erase his memory, he’d avoided the sheriff’s attempt to serve him with the papers.

  Why hadn’t she tried harder to track him down? She wanted to forget their relationship, right? So what did it say about her that she remained linked to him?

  And now, angst over the latest revelation that she was somehow involved. The bank account the FBI had found was much too convenient. It also meant she’d have to make a concerted effort to find her almost ex-husband. Josh could sweet-talk his way out of walking naked through a ladies’ Bible study. Yes, he was that charming. Totally untrustworthy, but charming...like a snake.

  She had only herself to blame. This is what happened when you trusted the wrong person. This is what happened when impulse overruled common sense. And this is exactly what happened when you lived a lie without giving any consideration to the consequences.

  She’d survived far worse than this, hadn’t she?

  It was time for her to demand answers from the man who’d left her broken and alone. If it meant the difference between prison and freedom, she would use every morsel of information she’d gathered to track him down.

  Chapter 1

  Dalton Matthews slapped the sawdust from his well-worn jeans and scowled at the gray Ranger pickup parked a half mile or so down the gravel lane to his house. It was a little late for the welcome wagon to come knocking, since he’d no longer be considered a newcomer. If his streak of bad luck continued, another snooty reporter from News Channel 9 was probably close enough for him to strangle.

  He scanned the area and then jogged down the road to check for the intruder. Anger swelled and added to his frustration when he found the truck unoccupied. He stared inside the unlocked cab. The keys hung from the ignition and a black leather purse was sideways on the seat amid some fast-food wrappers and a few empty water bottles. But the most interesting item of all was a digital camera partially hidden under a road atlas.