Operation Hero's Watch
Reunited in peril… and united in love? When a stalker haunts Cassidy Grant, she turns to Jace Cahill to keep her safe. Soon Jace realises that his best friend’s little sister is all grown up. But with danger lurking, can guard dog Cutter keep Cassidy safe… and nudge her and Jace toward the scariest proposition of all—a future together?
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Reunited in peril...and united in love?
Justine Davis’s new Cutter’s Code thriller
When a stalker haunts Cassidy Grant’s every move, she turns to Jace Cahill to keep her safe. Pretty soon Jace realizes that his best friend’s little sister is all grown up. But with danger menacing, can the brilliant guard dog Cutter keep Cassidy safe...and nudge her and Jace toward the scariest proposition of all—a future together?
JUSTINE DAVIS lives on Puget Sound in Washington State, watching big ships and the occasional submarine go by and sharing the neighbourhood with assorted wildlife, including a pair of bald eagles, deer, a bear or two and a tailless raccoon. In the few hours when she’s not planning, plotting or writing her next book, her favourite things are photography, knitting her way through a huge yarn stash and driving her restored 1967 Corvette roadster—top down, of course.
Connect with Justine at her website, justinedavis.com at Twitter.com/justine_d_davis or on Facebook at Facebook.com/justinedaredavis
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09384-2
OPERATION HERO’S WATCH
© 2019 Janice Davis Smith
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
You’ve gotten soft.
Jace Cahill muttered it to himself, since he was alone in his misery. He’d gotten used to the dry and warm—okay, hot—climate of Southern California, and this blustery day in the northwest, driving rain down the back of his neck no matter which way he faced, was getting to him.
Of course, the fact that he’d traveled over a thousand miles by bus, hitchhiking and now walking might have something to do with it. He shifted the backpack that was getting heavier with every step. He was heading in the right direction, and he knew he was in Washington State, on the west side of Puget Sound, but that was about it. As another swirling gust sent a blast of rain into his face, he thought grimly that with his luck, he’d end up marching straight into Canada.
At least then somebody’d stop you and tell you where the hell you are.
And all this to keep a damned promise he’d made years—hell, a decade—ago. He’d done it without thought. Or at least without enough thought. Cory Grant had been his friend, and it was a promise he surely would never be called upon to keep.
And yet here he was—
He heard the sound of tires on wet asphalt. He turned, spotted an older, somewhat dinged-looking silver coupe approaching. He threw out his thumb, but without much hope, and kept walking as it passed him.
His head came up then, and he frowned. That was the strangest sound he’d ever heard a car make.
The car stopped. And then it began to back up. Straight, steady, not even a wobble. But as it got to a few feet away he heard that sound again. And he suddenly realized it wasn’t the car at all, but the dog inside he was hearing. A dog who was barking like crazy, loud, sharp and insistent.
