One Man To Protect Them
With no one else in Cypress Landing to turn to, Jayden Miller is forced to put her life and the lives of her two nephews in Luke Taylor's hands. But how can she possibly trust him–when the public defender is clearly working for a militant group? He's also the lawyer who successfully defended the man responsible for her sister's death.She has countless reasons to hate Luke, and yet she finds herself drawn to him.Luke doesn't blame Jayden for doubting him. But when the young boys are threatened, his ties to the Militia might be the only thing that can keep them out of danger. He doesn't get to choose his clients, but he can choose whose side he's on.However, when it comes to falling in love, Luke has absolutely no say in the matter…
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To Justin for giving me the confidence to chase my
dreams. It’s a two-edged sword, I know!
To my mom and mother-in-law
for being my biggest fans.
To the FNGs—you guys are the best.
Where would I be without you!!
To my Bogalusa buddies—we may not win the
lottery but we’ll sure have fun trying.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER ONE
HER SNEAKERS WET WITH DEW, Jayden lengthened her stride to catch up with Kasey, as the German shepherd bounded into the underbrush, nose to the leaves. Combing the woods for a dead body had become their assignment by default. With the early-morning ringing of the phone while it was still pitch-black outside, Jayden had been inducted into Cypress Landing’s volunteer search-and-rescue team. “Volunteer” being the operative word. Coercion would have been more apt. She hadn’t bothered to ask how Sheriff Wright had heard about Kasey’s talents. Small town, no secrets—she had to keep reminding herself. She’d likely been the topic of conversation even before she’d finally returned home. Estranged hometown girl returns from life in city. She ground her teeth. No time to dwell on that now.
Kasey darted past the massive trunk of an old oak. Damn old Joe Gifford for giving her the cadaver dog and getting her involved in this kind of gruesome insanity. Now, two years later, Joe had passed away, she’d left California, and Kasey was the only thing she had left from her previous life. She thrust aside the damp huckleberry bush, still hanging on to its tiny green leaves. A second flashlight cut an arc beside hers.
“Got anything yet?”
She shook her head. Deputy Fontenot was worried. She couldn’t so much see it in the predawn darkness, as she could feel it leaking from his pores right into her own skin. Or maybe blaming her feelings on Pete was her own desperate attempt to remain calm. Just then Kasey pawed at something, then sat on the ground, whining between his low-key barks. When she reached him, she ruffled his red-and-black coat. “Looks like this might be it.”
Pete gripped her by the shoulder, and she shivered in her long-sleeve T-shirt.
“It’s not your fault.”
“If I’d reported him missing sooner we might not be standing here now.” She hadn’t seen Eric Walsh for a week. This wasn’t how she’d hoped to find him.
“I wouldn’t have thought it strange that a grown man wasn’t home for a few days. Plenty of folks wouldn’t have reported it yet.”
The yellow cone of his light flashed on the ground as Pete keyed his radio and spoke to some faraway dispatcher. Jayden took a few deep breaths and hoped it wasn’t her tenant buried at their feet.
“They’re coming,” Pete said, readjusting his radio. “But it may be nothing. These leaves are pretty tamped down, and I don’t see any fresh earth.”
“Kasey wouldn’t have made a hit if it was nothing.”
“Maybe it’s a dead animal.”
“He doesn’t identify dead animals, only people.”
“So maybe he’s wrong this time.”
She faced Pete, her flashlight still pointed to the spot marked by the dog.
“He’s not wrong.” She pushed aside some damp leaves with the toe of her boot until the disturbed earth was visible. Pete went to his knees and scraped away more debris.
“I’d never have seen this if I’d been walking by.”
“That’s the point of the dog.”
Voices echoed through the woods behind them and they moved to make room for the sheriff’s personnel, armed with shovels, forcing their way around the trees. The first strike of metal into damp earth made Jayden shudder and she leaned against a tree. Kasey whined and rubbed his head against her leg, as she knotted a fistful of his fur then closed her eyes and tried to shut out the thump of the shovel pushing deeper into the ground.
“I got something.”
Every person who had pressed into the area froze. No more low chatter speculating why the Saints lost this past Sunday and what Dallas would do with their new quarterback. No more discussion of where the fish might be biting this weekend. They held their collective breath, and Jayden tried not to watch, to not see between the bodies that crowded around the newly opened grave. But she was drawn to the macabre scene in front of her.
The officer digging with the shovel let go of the wooden handle and it bounced on the ground. He dropped to his knees, clawing at the fresh earth. Someone commented that the hole needed to be bigger, but was cut short when the man held aloft the object of their search. Jayden slid to the ground, covering her mouth against the wave of vomit that boiled into her throat. She couldn’t seem to block the smell of rotting flesh that immediately assaulted them.
“Jayden.” Her eyes closed, she recognized the sheriff’s voice. He touched her knee, but she couldn’t answer him.
