Hidden Legacy
TO SAVE HER CHILDArriving home with the baby she’s adopting, Caroline Harrison finds her house vandalized…and an intruder intent on shooting her. She’s saved when police sirens approach, but all signs point to the little boy as the true target—and the assailant won’t give up. Now she has to rely on Detective Jason Drake, the man who once broke her heart, to figure out why someone’s after her soon-to-be adoptive son. Reunited after thirteen years apart, Jason can’t help but hope their love might be rekindled, but Caroline and her son’s safety comes first. Because if he wants a chance at a future—and a family—with them, they have to outrun a hitman.
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TO SAVE HER CHILD
Arriving home with the baby sheâs adopting, Caroline Harrison finds her house vandalized...and an intruder intent on shooting her. Sheâs saved when police sirens approach, but all signs point to the little boy as the true targetâand the assailant wonât give up. Now she has to rely on Detective Jason Drake, the man who once broke her heart, to figure out why someoneâs after her soon-to-be adoptive son. Reunited after thirteen years apart, Jason canât help but hope their love might be rekindled, but Caroline and her sonâs safety come first. Because if he wants a chance at a futureâand a familyâwith them, they have to outrun a hit man.
âCould you walk me through what happened?â Jason asked.
âOkay.â
Unease crept through her as she reentered the house. Was it from replaying the horrible memory of earlier that night? Or was it because the man walking behind her stood on this same spot thirteen years ago and broke her heart?
She forced herself to stay in the present and went through the events of the evening, showing Jason how sheâd come in, where sheâd dropped her keys, the light that didnât work in the garage.
Finally, she ran out of words. Someone had tried to kill her tonight. Her home, her haven, her sanctuary had been violated. And now Jason was back.
Oh, Father, how did my life wind up this way?
A gentle tug on her elbow pulled her back to the present. Jason edged between her and the car and looked deep into her eyes. âCaroline.â He swallowed hard and tried again. âYou have no reason to trust me, or believe me, or even want me around.â Regret pierced every word. âBut I promise you that I will not stop until weâve found out whatâs going on.â
Iâve been looking forward to sharing Carolineâs story since she appeared in my first book, Covert Justice. I hope you enjoyed Caroline and Jasonâs journey to forgiveness and love.
Carolineâs life hasnât turned out the way she thought it would, and sheâs had to wrestle with whether or not she can trust a God who would allow some of the things that have come into her life.
Jasonâs childhood was marred with difficult relationships that have affected the choices heâs made as an adult. Heâs had to find a way to get past them and begin the process of forgiveness.
I think most of us have had similar experiences. Ultimately, we know God is in control, but we still struggle when difficulties come our way. Sometimes we blame Him or turn away from Him. When we do, Iâm so thankful that He understands when we doubt His goodness. Heâs a wonderful Father and is eager to receive us when we turn back to Him.
Iâd love to hear your story of Godâs faithfulness to you. You can connect with me on social media or via my website at www.lynnhugginsblackburn.com.
Grace and peace,
Lynn
LYNN HUGGINS BLACKBURN believes in the power of stories, especially those that remind us that true love exists, a gift from the Truest Love. Sheâs passionate about CrossFit, coffee and chocolate (donât make her choose) and experimenting with recipes that feed both body and soul. She lives in South Carolina with her true love, Brian, and their three children. You can follow her real-life happily-ever-after at lynnhugginsblackburn.com.
The fear of man bringeth a snare: but whoso putteth his trust in the Lord shall be safe.
âProverbs 29:25
For EmmaâI adore you and am so thankful God chose me to be your mommy. I love you, pumpkin!
Never-ending thanks goes to...
Brianâfor supporting me every step of the way. None of this would be possible without you. I love you!
Emma, James and Drewâfor making every day a real-life adventure.
My parents, sister and in-lawsâfor being my biggest cheerleaders and for the countless hours of babysitting that made this book possible.
My sisters in the Light Brigadeâfor your love and friendship, and for praying me through another story.
My critique partnersâfor talking me through plot points and off ledges.
Retired South Carolina family court judge Kinard Johnsonâfor gladly answering my rambling questions about wills and custody issues.
Daniel Fetterolfâfor answering random questions about police procedures.
Lynette Easonâfor so many things, but especially for reading the roughest of rough drafts.
Tamela Hancock Murrayâfor your guidance and for being a constant source of encouragement.
Elizabeth Mazerâfor, once again, making the story so much better.
Contents
The house had been ransacked.
Caroline Harrison squeezed baby Henry closer. Her chest tightened, and each breath came as a spasm as she took in the scene. Chair and sofa cushions lay scattered around the living room. Glass from a shattered vase littered the rug. Two plants had crashed to the floor, their leaves and soil mingled with books yanked from the bookcase.
