Lone Wolf Lawman
A Texas Ranger must protect the daughter of a serial killer from becoming his next victim…Breaking into the home of the woman who shared his bed three months ago isn’t Weston Cade’s usual m.o. But the Texas Ranger is on a personal vendetta to catch a killer, and Addie Crockett is the man's biological daughter. The beautiful rancher also happens to be carrying Wes’s child…Addie can’t remember her birth father, but she’ll never forget the lover who took her to bed–and disappeared. Now, she has to trust Wes with her life. And the life of their unborn baby. As desire reignites, Addie quickly discovers that with this lawman by her side, she just might escape the target on her back.
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âThat canât happen! I canât be in that kind of danger.â
Weston tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. Hard to do, though, with the emotions swirling like a tornado inside him. âIâm sorry. If there was another way to stop him, then I wouldnât have come here. I know I donât have a right to ask, but I need your help.â
âI canât.â
âYou canât? You must want this killer off the street. Itâs the only way youâll ever be truly safe.â
Addie opened her mouth. Closed it. And she stared at him. âIâd planned on telling you. Not like this.â
There was a new emotion in her voice and on her face. One that Weston couldnât quite put his finger on. âTell me what?â he asked.
She dragged in a long breath and straightened her shoulders. âI canât be bait for the Moonlight Strangler because I canât risk being hurt.â Addie took another deep breath. âIâm three months pregnant. And the baby is yours.â
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. Sheâs received the Booksellersâ Best Award and the RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA>® Award. You can contact the author through her webpage at www.dfossen.net.
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Addie Crockett heard the footsteps behind her a split second too late.
Before she could even turn around and see who was in the hall outside her home office, someone grabbed her.
She managed a strangled sound, barely. But the person slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that bubbled up in her throat.
Oh, mercy.
What was going on?
This was obviously some kind of attack, but Addie wouldnât just let this person hurt her. Or worse. She rammed her elbow into her attackerâs stomach, but it did nothing to break the grip he had on her.
âStop,â he snapped. âI wonât hurt you.â
Addie wasnât taking his word for it. She turned, using his own grip to shove him against the wall and into an angel Christmas wreath. The painted wooden angels went flying. But not the man.
Addie tried to get his hand off her mouth so she could call out for help. Then she remembered her brothers werenât at the ranch. Two were still at work, and the other was Christmas shopping in San Antonio. Only her mother was inside the house, and she had a sprained ankle. Addie didnât want her mother to come hobbling into the middle of this.
Whatever this was.
âStop,â he repeated when she kept struggling. His voice was a hoarse whisper, and he dragged her from the hall into her office.
Addie gave him another jab of her elbow and would have delivered a third one if the man hadnât cursed. She hadnât recognized his order for her to stop, but she certainly recognized his voice now.
Wes Martin.
The relief collided with the slam of adrenaline, and it took Addie a moment to force herself to stop fighting so she could turn around and face him. Even though the sun was already close to setting and the lights werenât on in her office, there was enough illumination from the hall to see his black hair. His face. His eyes.
Yes, it was Wes all right.
The relief sheâd felt didnât last long at all.
âWhat are you doing here?â Addie demanded. âAnd howâd you get in the house?â Those were only the first of many questions, and how much else she told him depended on what he had to say in the next couple of seconds.
He didnât jump to start those answers. Wes stood there staring at her as if she were a stranger. Well, she wasnât. And he knew that better than anyone. Heâd seen every last inch of her.
Ditto for her seeing every last inch of him.
And despite the fact that it was the last thing Addie wanted in her head at this moment, the memories came of Wes naked and of her in his arms. Thankfully, he wasnât naked now. He was wearing jeans, a button-up shirt and a tan cowboy hat.
But there was something different about this cowboy outfit.
Beneath his jacket, he was wearing a waist holster and a gun.
âI came in through the side door.â He tipped his head toward the hall. âIt wasnât locked.â
That wasnât unusual. Because the ranch handsâand the familyâwere often coming and going. They rarely locked up the house until bedtime. Even then, that was hit-or-miss since security wasnât usually an issue.
Until now, that was.
âI didnât see your car,â she said, and since sheâd just come in from the main barn, Addie would have seen any unfamiliar vehicles in the circular driveway in front of the house.
âI parked just off the main road and walked up. Iâm sorry,â he added, following her gaze to his gun. âBut I had to come.â
