by Camy Tang
“Joslyn would make a great skip tracer,” Jane said. “Her computer skills are almost as good as mine.”
“Oh-ho, modest much?” Monica teased her.
Suddenly there were warm arms that came up from behind her and wrapped around her stomach. Liam’s voice tickled her ear, making her smile. “I came up with another name.”
The two of them moved a little away from the giggling women. “Please tell me it’s not something weird again like Macho Libre Skip Tracing Agency.” She grinned at his face, inches away from her own.
“How about the Haven Agency? We can help people find their true—”
“Home.”
His arms tightened around her.
She had found her home, in the love of God that filled her heart and made her feel alive, made her feel she belonged. She was done with being alone.
And Liam’s love was her anchor, the gift she was finally able to grasp with both hands.
His mouth was inches from hers. “Sometimes I can hardly believe you’re here with me.”
She closed her eyes and kissed him.
She was home.
* * * * *
Keep reading for an excerpt from HER CHRISTMAS GUARDIAN by Shirlee McCoy.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for joining me once again for this trip to Sonoma, California! In addition to my favorite small town, my hero and heroine traveled up and down the California coast, and I hope you enjoyed the adventure with them.
Penny Bay is loosely based off the quaint town of Mendocino in Northern California. It is one of my favorite places to visit because of the great restaurants, cozy wineries and beautiful forests and beaches.
When I wrote Narrow Escape, I knew that Liam O’Neill would eventually need his own story, and Elisabeth Aday showed up out of nowhere as the perfect woman for him. She is kind but tough, and only she has the ability to help heal him. I hope you’ve enjoyed watching them dodge bullets and fall in love.
You can find out more about my entire Sonoma romantic suspense series at my website, www.camytang.com.
I love to hear from readers! You can email me at [email protected] or write to me at P.O. Box 23143, San Jose, CA 95123-3143. I post about knitting, my dog, knitting, tea, knitting, my husband’s coffee fixation, occasional giveaways, food—oh, and did I mention my knitting obsession?—on my Facebook page: www.facebook.com/CamyTangAuthor. I hope to see you all there!
Camy Tang
Questions for Discussion
Liam was dealing with the traumatic memories of the incident in Afghanistan. Can you relate to his pain? What should his friends and family have done for him? What should he have done for himself?
Liam’s family were strong Christians who were comfortable speaking about their faith. Can you relate to them or do you know someone like them? What is your own way of sharing your faith?
Elisabeth was upset at God because she couldn’t understand why God would allow her father to abandon her and her boyfriend to abuse her. Have you been in a situation where you questioned why God allowed some evil to happen to you? How did you respond? How should we respond?
As things got worse, Liam just tried harder to protect Elisabeth on his own and gain some sense of control over the situation. Have you ever felt this way? How did you respond? What would you have done differently from Liam?
Liam had been trying to protect Elisabeth on his own strength, but he had to learn how to completely trust God instead. What does he learn about himself and his Heavenly Father? How does that impact the choices he makes at the end?
Elisabeth’s theme verse is Isaiah 41:10 (NIV): “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” What does that verse mean for you?
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ONE
I’ve been found.
The thought shot through Scout Cramer’s head, left her breathless, frantic. She veered the shopping cart toward the store exit, her heart pounding, her body vibrating with fear.
In her periphery, a man moved in. Casual in his dark slacks and sport coat, he looked like any other holiday shopper. She wanted so badly to believe he was.
Please, God. Please. Let me be wrong about who he is.
But she didn’t think she was.
She thought she was right. Thought that somehow, after nearly three years, everything she’d tried to do for Amber, everything she’d tried to do for herself and Lucy had come to nothing. If she’d been found out, if he’d learned the truth, it was all for nothing. Every lie. Every broken friendship.
All of it.
For nothing.
“Please, God,” she whispered as she unhooked Lucy’s belt and lifted her from the cart. At just a little over twenty-four pounds, she was tiny for her age, her little arms wrapping snugly around Scout’s neck.
“Mommy needs to find the restroom,” Scout murmured, afraid to walk out into the parking lot. He’d follow her there. She was sure of it. After that...
What would he do?
Confront her?
Worse?
The store was filled with holiday shoppers, dozens of people crowding into Walmart’s long lines, all of them desperate for Christmas bargains.
Would anyone notice if Scout was attacked?
Would anyone intervene?
Maybe, but she didn’t plan to stick around long enough to find out.
She glanced at the man, hoping he didn’t notice her sideways look. He was still, hovering at the head of an aisle, pretending to look at cans of asparagus.
She pivoted away, hurrying toward a restroom sign and the corridor beyond it. There had to be an emergency exit. She nearly ran to the end of the hall, stopping at double doors marked Employees Only.
What would happen if she walked in?
Would someone call the police? Set off an alarm?
Would she be arrested? If she was, what would happen to Lucy?
She looked at her little girl, smiling into dark brown eyes that were so much like Amber’s it hurt to look in them.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, and she hoped she was right. She’d made a lot of mistakes in her life. She’d done a lot of things she’d regretted, but she’d never regretted her friendship with Amber. She’d never regretted the promise she’d made to her.
Even if she did sometimes wonder if she’d been right to make it.
She glanced over her shoulder. No sign of the guy in the sport jacket. But her skin crawled, and her hair stood on end.
Something wasn’t right, and that scared her more than anything else that had happened in the past couple of years.
She pushed the door open, took a step into what must have been an employee break room. No one there. Thank goodness. Just vending machines, a microwave, a refrigerator. Straight across from where she stood, an external door with a small window offered the hope of escape she’d been looking for.
“Everything okay, ma’am?” The voice was so unexpected, she jumped, whirling to face the speaker, her heart in her throat, her arms tightening around Lucy.
Tall.
That was the first impression she got.
Very tall, because she was eye to chest, staring straight at a black wool coat that hung open to reveal a dark purple dress shirt.
She looked up into ocean-blue eyes and a hard, handsome face, took in the black knit cap that almost covered
deep red hair, the auburn stubble, the deep circles beneath the man’s eyes. He smiled, and his face changed. Not hard any longer. Approachable. The kind of guy a woman might put her trust in.
If she ever put her trust in anyone.
“I’m fine,” she managed to say.
“You’re in the employee break room,” he pointed out, flashing an easy smile. There was nothing easy about the look in his eyes. She was being studied, assessed, filed away for future reference.
“Yes. Well.” She glanced around, trying to think of a good excuse for being in a place she shouldn’t be. “I was looking for the restroom.”
“You passed it.”
“I guess I did.” Her cheeks heated, but she refused to look away. He hadn’t hauled out handcuffs or threatened to arrest her yet, so he probably wasn’t a security guard or police officer. She doubted he was working with the man who’d been following her. She’d have noticed him way before she’d noticed the other guy. That dark red hair and lanky height weren’t easy to miss. “I’ll just go find it.”
She sidled past him, moving back into the hall, Lucy’s arms still tight around her neck. She’d do anything for her daughter. Anything. Even run away from everything she knew. Give up a job she loved. Say goodbye to friends and never contact them again.
“Are you in some kind of trouble?” the guy asked, following her down the hall.
Was she?
She didn’t know, wasn’t made for intrigue and danger. She liked quiet predictability. No drama. No muss. Nothing that was even close to trouble. The one time she’d tried to break free, do something wild and reckless and completely different, she’d caused herself enough heartache to last a lifetime.
No more.
Never again.
Except that she had done it again. Gone out on a limb, done something completely out of character. For different reasons, but the results had been the same. Trouble. It was breathing down her neck. She felt it as surely as she felt Lucy’s soft breath on her cheek.
“Ma’am?” The man touched her arm, and she jerked back, surprised and a little alarmed. She’d kept mostly to herself since moving to River Valley, Maryland, spent all her time with Lucy or at work. She didn’t let people into their world, into the place she’d carved for them. The safe little house in the safe little neighborhood.
“Are you in trouble?” he asked again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black slacks and taking a step back.
“No,” she mumbled even though she wasn’t sure. The guy in the sport jacket seemed to have disappeared, and she was beginning to think she’d let her imagination get the better of her. But if she hadn’t...?
Then what?
Could she run again?
Did she need to?
“Sure looks like you are to me.”
“I’m fine,” she insisted, and he nodded solemnly, his blue eyes never leaving her face.
“I’m glad to hear it, ma’am, but just in case you decide you’re not—” he pulled a wallet out of his pocket, took a business card from it “—take this. I can help. If you decide you need it.”
She took the card. Plain white with black letters and a small blue heart in one corner. “‘Daniel Boone Anderson. Hostage Rescue and Extraction Team,’” she read out loud.
He nodded. “That’s right.”
“I’m not a hostage.” She tried to give the card back, but he shoved his hands in his pockets, still eyeing her solemnly.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t need rescuing,” he responded.
“I—”
“Take care of yourself and that baby.” He nodded, one quick tilt of his head, and walked off, long legs eating up the ground so quickly he was out of the corridor and around the corner before she could blink.
She shoved the card in her coat pocket.
She wouldn’t use it. Couldn’t.
She’d promised Amber that she wouldn’t tell anyone the truth about Lucy. She’d promised that no matter what happened, she’d keep it to herself. At the time, she’d expected Amber to be around, to help her navigate the world of subterfuge she’d agreed to. The fact that she wasn’t didn’t change the promise. Scout had an obligation to her friend. Even if she didn’t, she had an obligation to herself and to Lucy. She couldn’t cower in a store corridor, praying for rescue. She had to take action, do what needed to be done. Face her fear or call for help. One way or another, she needed to get moving.
“Mama! Go!” Lucy cried, impatient, it seemed, with staying in one spot.
“Okay, sweetie. I hear you.” She put her shoulders back and her chin up, marched back to the break room as if she owned the place. Walked through the room as if she had every right to be there. Out the door and into the cold November evening. She’d parked close to the store entrance, and she had to walk around the side of the building to get there. Her heart tripped and jumped, the leaves rustling in the trees that lined the parking lot. A shadow moved in her periphery, and she took off, Lucy bouncing on her hip, giggling wildly as they rounded the side of the building.
* * *
The baby was giggling, but the woman looked scared out of her mind. Not that it was any of Daniel Boone Anderson’s business. He should have gone back to hunting for the ingredients for pumpkin bread instead of leaving the store and waiting by the employee entrance. The problem was, he hadn’t been too into the holidays during the past few years, and the entire store was decked out with tinsel and Christmas trees and wrapping paper. Every aisle had some reminder of the holiday he least liked to celebrate. The best Christmas had been the one right after Kendal’s birth. Two months before Lana had walked out and taken their daughter with her.
Not Lana. He could almost hear his deceased wife’s voice. The Prophetess Sari. It has been ordained and it will be so.
That had been her mantra when she’d finally contacted him. Six months after he’d returned from Iraq and found their empty apartment—and the note.
But he tried really hard not to think about that.
Four years was a long time to be missing a piece of your heart.
Which was probably why he spent so much time sticking his nose into other people’s business and dealing with other people’s problems.
He followed the woman around the side of the building, hanging back as she walked to an old station wagon. Nothing fancy, but she didn’t seem like the fancy kind. Her jeans were a little too long, their scuffed cuffs dragging along the pavement as she buckled her daughter into a car seat. A long braid hung to the middle of her back. That had been what he’d noticed first—that long fall of golden-blond hair. Then he’d noticed the dark-haired little girl with her dimples and curls. Probably a couple of years younger than Kendal.
She’d turned five a couple of weeks ago.
He imagined her hair had grown long. It was probably straight as a stick, too.
But that was another direction he couldn’t let himself go.
All the begging, all the searching, all the resources that were available, and he still hadn’t been able to find Kendal. She’d been lost to someone in the cult. Probably someone who’d left it. Knowing Lana, she’d handed their daughter off without a second thought as to the child’s welfare.
Boone never stopped thinking about it.
Even in his sleep, he dreamed about his daughter.
He clenched his fist, leaned his shoulder against a brick pillar that supported a narrow portico. Christmas shoppers moved past, hurrying into the store for whatever deal they thought Friday shopping would bring.
He noticed them, tracking their movements in the part of his brain that had been honed by years working long hours deep in enemy territory, but his focus was on the woman and her child. She opened the driver’s door, tossed her purse into the vehicle, glanced around as if she was looking for someone.
Maybe whoever she was running from.
He was sure she was running. He’d seen it in her eyes when she’d lifted her daughter from the grocery cart and run toward the
restroom—fear, desperation, all the things he saw in the gazes of the people he was hired to rescue.
The station wagon’s headlights went on, and the woman backed out of the space. He’d have been wise to let her go and let the whole matter drop, but he’d never been all that wise when it came to things like this.
As a matter of fact, he often got himself in way deeper than he should be. Mostly because the one thing he wanted to accomplish, he hadn’t been able to. He couldn’t help himself, but he could help others.
Maybe he really did have an overinflated hero syndrome. That was what his coworker Stella said. She also said it was going to get him killed one day. She might be right about that, too, but he’d rather die trying to help someone than live knowing he hadn’t.
He waited, watching as the woman drove to the edge of the parking lot. That should have been it—her driving out, Boone walking back into the store and retrieving the cart full of stuff that he’d left in aisle one.
Lights flashed near the edge of the parking lot. A hundred yards away, another set of headlights went on. A third followed, this one even closer to the exit the woman had used.
His heart jumped, adrenaline pumping through him, thoughts flooding in so quickly, he barely had time to process them before he was sprinting across the parking lot. Jumping into his SUV. All three cars were already exiting, and he had to wait for an elderly woman to make her way across the parking lot in front of him.
He made it to the exit as the last car turned east, its taillights disappearing from view. He followed, turning onto a narrow two-lane road that meandered through hilly farmland. A quiet road, nearly empty. Which wasn’t good. His car would be easy enough to spot. Whether or not the guy in front of him realized he was being tailed depended on who was in the car.
They were making quite a line. His car, the one in front and two more just ahead of it. Taillights about a quarter mile ahead that he was sure belonged to the woman’s station wagon. He wasn’t sure where they were heading, but he pulled out his cell phone. One thing he’d learned a long time ago—only a fool headed into trouble without backup.
