Breach Of Trust
LETHAL REUNIONMeghan McGuire’s ready to put her military career behind her and start her dream job helping troubled children—until a man from her past reappears. Tate Walker is supposed to be dead. But now he’s standing on her doorstep, telling her she’s in danger. Tate never thought he’d see Meghan again…and certainly not as the target of the hacker he’s trying to bust. With both of their lives in danger, they have to work together to hunt down the criminal. But when Tate learns about the past Meghan’s been hiding, he’s not sure if she’s still the woman he once loved. Or if he can he trust her with his survival—and his heart.
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LETHAL REUNION
Meghan McGuireâs ready to put her military career behind her and start her dream job helping troubled childrenâuntil a man from her past reappears. Tate Walker is supposed to be dead. But now heâs standing on her doorstep, telling her sheâs in danger. Tate never thought heâd see Meghan againâ¦and certainly not as the target of the hacker heâs trying to bust. With both of their lives in danger, they have to work together to hunt down the criminal. But when Tate learns about the past Meghanâs been hiding, heâs not sure if sheâs still the woman he once loved. Or if he can trust her with his survivalâand his heart.
There had to be a way out of this.
Even with her military training, a fight against someone who knew her and her background would be a lot more difficult than an altercation with a neighborhood punk. There was no way to know how many intruders were in the building or how heavily armed they were. No intel meant an unfair fight.
The beeping of the alarm gained speed. All she had to do was hang tight and stay hidden for another five minutes. The police tended to arrive quickly once the alarm notified them. After last yearâs break-in and vandalism, they didnât play when it came to this school.
âWe should have waited till it was dark.â The twanging on the edges of the voice was somehow familiar. Somehow, somewhere sheâd heard that voice before. Meghan dug for a memory, for a face, but came up empty save the bizarre feeling she shouldnât be afraid.
JODIE BAILEY writes novels about freedom and the heroes who fight for it. Her novel Crossfire won a 2015 RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Love Inspired Suspense Book Award. She is convinced a camping trip to the beach with her family, a good cup of coffee and a great book can cure all ills. Jodie lives in North Carolina with her husband, her daughter and two dogs.
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
âIsaiah 43:18â19
To my cousin Ben.
Who else?
Without your manual push mower, Tateâand this bookânever would have existed.
Here it is forever in print: you were a trendsetter with penguin firefighters before they were cool.
Contents
Meghan McGuire dragged her fingers through her short dark hair and scanned the computer screen, fighting an uncharacteristic cold sweat at the message swimming in blue on the display.
Itâs time for round two.
Heâd returned. The short series of numbers he used as a signature followed the message, leaving no room for doubt. More than a decade of silence, enough time to stop looking over her shoulder...and still heâd returned. Here. On her last day as technology director at a tiny private school on the outskirts of Flint, Michigan.
If sheâd left yesterday, her official last day... If sheâd denied principal Yvonne Craftâs request to run through the system one more time... If sheâd left at seven, the way sheâd planned... Any of those things, and sheâd be at the farmhouse, painting window casings with Phoebe instead of sitting here, her life crumbling right as she was about to step into her dreams coming true. Right as she was about to start a whole new season.
At thirty-one, sheâd had plenty of those already. But when it came to this one? Aside from the day sheâd joined the army, this had been the first sheâd really been excited about. Working with her friend Phoebe Snyderâs charitable foundation, Meghan was putting the finishing touches on a foster home for the most desperate of lost children.
And she wasnât going to let the past steal it. Not without a fight. Rolling her neck to the side to stretch out the tension, she reached for her backpack and an external drive. She could download an image of the system andâ
A sudden series of thuds bounced along the hallway and the alarm panel by the front door started its incessant beeping, demanding someone feed it the correct code before it called the police.
âWeâve got about two minutes before the cops start this way.â The voice, coarse and unfamiliar, scraped into the office and grated against Meghanâs ears.
Her fingers tightened around the straps of the backpack. No one she knew was supposed to be in the building this late.
And no one she knew would worry about the police, either.
Meghan slipped to the closed office door and pressed her back tight against the wall to listen, recalling long-unused training to keep her breathing even. The church housing the school wasnât in the best of neighborhoods, and theyâd suffered one other break-in, when vandals nearly destroyed the school. Her car parked under the awning by the front door should have been a clue to any aspiring burglar trying for an easy score that the building was occupied.
