RUNNING OUT OF TIME...
After two months of protective custody, bodyguard Arianna Jackson is days away from testifying at a murder trial when the unthinkable happens. Her Alaska safe house is attacked, and Arianna is forced to go on the run with U.S. Marshal Brody Callahan. Arianna is used to issuing orders, not taking them, but now, out in the wild, with a bounty on her head and a killer on her heels, she has only one hope of making it to testifyâthe handsome protector at her side.
âYouâre still bleeding.â
Arianna moved under a group of mountain alders. âSit while I clean your cuts.â
âThereâs no time,â Brody said. âThe farther away from the cabin we are, the safer weâll be.â
Still, she wiped the cuts on his cheek and he stayed still, his gaze fixed on her. Though she tried to ignore it, her stomach twisted. His eyes seemed to bore deep into herâas though trying to discover her innermost secrets. She had no intention of sharing those with him or anyone else.
âClose your eyes.â She dabbed at the cut above his eye, and slowly the knots unraveled in her gut. With his eyes closed, she got a chance to scrutinize him. There was a strength and ruggedness to him that told her he knew how to take care of himself. That appealed to her. Too much.
She needed to squash that feeling. Caring about the person protecting you wasnât wise.
Now, if only her heart would listen....
MARGARET DALEY
feels she has been blessed. She has been married more than thirty years to her husband, Mike, whom she met in college. He is a terrific support and her best friend. They have one son, Shaun. Margaret has been writing for many years and loves to tell a story. When she was a little girl, she would play with her dolls and make up stories about their lives. Now she writes these stories down. She especially enjoys weaving stories about families and how faith in God can sustain a person when things get tough. When she isnât writing, she is fortunate to be a teacher for students with special needs. Margaret has taught for more than twenty years and loves working with her students. She has also been a Special Olympics coach and has participated in many sports with her students.
PROLOGUE
Bodyguard Arianna Jackson flexed her fingers over her holstered Glock at her side, ready to draw at a secondâs notice if she sensed her client, Esther Perkins, was in danger. She cased the garage as she and Esther moved toward the door to the utility room of her clientâs house.
âEvery time we come back from my lawyerâs office, all I want to do is sleep for the next week,â Esther said with a deep sigh. âAt least we didnât stay long this time. Iâm glad to be home early. If my husband had bothered to show up, Iâd still be there.â
Estherâs lawyer had refused to conduct the meeting without Thomas Perkins present to finalize the details of the divorce. Therefore the meeting was cut short, actually never started. That was fine with Arianna. Whenever they left the house, the chances went up that her client would be hurt by her husband, whom Esther had found out was part of a huge crime syndicate in Alaska. âHang back until I check each room.â
âAs soon as this divorce is over with, Iâm getting as far away from my soon-to-be ex as I can.â The forty-five-year-old hugged her arms to her chest and stopped right behind Arianna. âI wonât live in this kind of fear. Heâs a violent, horrible man.â
Arianna unlocked the door into the house and eased it open, listening for any abnormal sounds. Silence greeted her, and the urge to relax her vigilance tempted her for only a second. Sheâd learned the hard way never to do that while working as a bodyguard. She had her old injury to her shoulderâa bullet that went all the way throughâto remind her.
When she was satisfied it was safe for Esther to enter, she motioned to the woman then trekked toward the kitchen, making a visual sweep of the room before moving into it.
A sound, like a muffled thud, penetrated the quiet. Arianna immediately pulled her gun from its holster and chambered a round, then swung around and put her finger to her mouth to indicate no talking. Waving her hand toward the pantry, she herded her client toward it. At the door she whispered into Estherâs ear. âStay in here. Iâm locking the door. Stay back away from it. Iâm checking the sound out. You know the drill.â
With a shaky hand, Esther dug into her purse for her cell to call 911 if she thought it was needed.
And because her client didnât always do what she was supposed to unless Arianna spelled it outâand because there was a way to unlock the pantry from the insideâshe added, âDonât leave the pantry until I tell you to.â