âI donât want you to get hurt, Josie. I care about you.â
âYeah, just not enough to do something about it.â
With that, Rafe drew back, taking his heat and charged energy with him. âIâll admit you gave me a good shock Friday night. But you know Iâll take care of the babyâmedical bills, daycareâwhatever you need.â
Feeling a bit of pity that he could see no joy, nor feel any hope, at the miracle theyâd created together, she reached up and brushed her fingertips across his smooth, warm jaw. His pulse leaped beneath her touch and she smiled sadly. âMy brave, noble, do-the-right-thing Rafe. Thatâs the big issue, isnât it? I donât think you understand what I really need.â She pulled her hand down to her distended belly. âWhat we really need. And if you do, I donât know if youâll ever be able to give it.â
In memory of George M. Binger, Jr.
1930-2010 My first hero. My dad.
Julie Miller attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and to shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down all those feelings she couldnât express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident âgrammar goddess.â This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Ms. Miller believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.
Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and smiling guard dog, Maxie. Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.
Sergeant Rafe Delgado âPoint man and second in command of KCPDâs premier SWAT Team 1. Self-appointed protector to his slain partnerâs daughter. After a botched mission, he turned to a friend and comfort flared into passion for one brief night. Now heâs worried that he may be the danger she needs protecting from the most.
Josie Nichols âNursing student. Bartender. Six monthsâ pregnant and the only surviving witness who can identify a serial killer. As the murderer closes in, determined to silence her, she turns to her former best friend Rafe to protect herâand the baby he doesnât yet know is his.
Robbie Nichols âJosieâs uncle. Owner of the Shamrock Bar.
Patrick Nichols âJosieâs half brother.
Detective Spencer Montgomery âThe KCPD detective investigating the Rich Girl Killer murders.
Jake Lonergan âNew bartender at the Shamrock Bar.
Steve Lassen âA reporter with a nose for news? Or an annoying thorn in SWAT Team 1âs backside?
Jeffrey Beecher âThe event planner putting together KCPDâs summer carnival to raise money for the widows and orphans fund.
Bud Preston âThis perennial lowlife and odd-job man keeps showing up in the most unexpected places.
The Rich Girl Killer âWho is he?
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
The Past
It was a bone-deep instinct to shut down his emotions and simply survive that allowed Rafe Delgado to tune out the world and squeeze the trigger.
Aaron was down. The car had plowed right through him, tossing him into the air and speeding past as he landed with an ominous thud on the pavement of the busy Kansas City street.
Bang.
And then the world rushed in and the fear welled up as snapshot images and jarring noises etched themselves indelibly on his battered soul. Shouts. Curses. Lights flashing. Sirens wailing. Radio static. Screams. The squealing, grating crunch of a car spinning on its blown-out tire and slamming into the bricks of a building down the block from the bank the driver and passengers had just robbed.
âAaron?â No. Hell no. Rafe holstered his weapon and ran. He put out one hand to stop a truck turning the corner in front of him and radioed in the call for an ambulance. Theyâd been the first cops on the scene to answer the bankâs silent alarm. Rafeâs partnerâveteran cop, friend, mentorâhad said they needed to stop the getaway car. It was harder to catch a gang of thieves once they were on the run than to stop them before they escaped. Theyâd stopped them, all right. âAaron!â
This wasnât happening. It couldnât be happening. Rafe Delgado was finally making something of himself. Learning to be a cop, learning to trust. Learning from the best. Sergeant Aaron Nichols was a friend and father, his confessor, as much as he was his partner. The perps had ignored Aaronâs warning, had ignored his gun. Rafe had stopped them, but not soon enough.
Barely aware of the other uniformed cops swarming the neighborhoodâstopping traffic, herding bystanders off the street, pulling the three dazed and injured criminals out of the car and handcuffing them on the sidewalkâRafe ran to his fallen partner where he lay bent and broken in the middle of the intersection. Ignoring the pool of blood staining his knees, he knelt down beside Aaron.