The Baby Assignment
BABY IN JEOPARDYTasked with figuring out who left a baby girl at the Houston FBI office, Special Agent Tanner Wilson has only one hint—his ex-girlfriend’s name written on a scrap of paper. But child psychologist Macy Mills doesn’t recognize little Addie, and someone’s dead set on abducting her…even if it costs Tanner's and Macy’s lives. And with Addie and Macy as targets, Tanner’s new mission is to protect them both—at the risk of his own life and heart. Macy will do anything to help him find who's after Addie, and make amends for her past mistakes. But for their reunion to become a second chance at love, they must find a way to survive the danger threatening to tear them apart.
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BABY IN JEOPARDY
Tasked with figuring out who left a baby girl at the Houston FBI office, Special Agent Tanner Wilson has only one hintâhis ex-girlfriendâs name written on a scrap of paper. But child psychologist Macy Mills doesnât recognize little Addie, and someoneâs dead set on abducting her...even if it costs Tannerâs and Macyâs lives. And with Addie and Macy as targets, Tannerâs new mission is to protect them bothâat the risk of his own life and heart. Macy will do anything to help him find whoâs after Addie, and make amends for her past mistakes. But for their reunion to become a second chance at love, they must find a way to survive the danger threatening to tear them apart.
âGive me the baby,â the gunman demanded.
âNo,â Macy said, holding Addie more closely.
The baby cried again, and tears appeared in her eyes. The poor thing. Could she sense the danger in the air? If Tanner wasnât here now, he must be hurt. The only way heâd let this confrontation happen was over his dead body. The thought caused Macyâs heart to lurch into her throat.
Moisture tried to rush to her eyes, but she held it back. This fight wasnât over. Not yet.
âDid you say no?â
Macy pulled Addie closer. âStay away from her.â
The manâs eyes narrowed. âYou donât know what youâre getting into, lady.â
âYouâre a monster.â
âIâll show you a monster if you donât hand over the girl.â
âNo,â Macy repeated.
âHave it your way.â He raised his gun toward Macy...
CHRISTY BARRITTâs books have won a Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Suspense and Mystery and have been twice nominated for an RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award. Sheâs married to her Prince Charming, a man who thinks sheâs hilariousâbut only when sheâs not trying to be. Christyâs a self-proclaimed klutz, an avid music lover and a road-trip aficionado. For more information, visit her website at christybarritt.com.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
âEcclesiastes 3:1â4
This book is dedicated to all the moms out there who sacrifice so much for their children.
Contents
Macy Mills froze as a shadow filled her office doorway. She dropped the colorful foam blocks she used as part of play therapy as her instincts alerted her that trouble had arrived.
She glanced up. When Macyâs gaze met the eyes of the man there, she sucked in a breath.
It wasnât her next client standing at the door; nor was it a coworker. No, all her colleagues here at the psychotherapy center were at a birthday lunch.
Instead, the man whoâd crushed Macyâs heart five years ago lingered in the doorway, his frame filling the space entirely.
As he stood there in his cowboy glory, she remembered all his charm and his Southern drawl. A package that had been alluring at one time.
âTanner Wilson,â she muttered.
âMacy.â He nodded, offering a terse, professional greeting. His voice sounded cool and distant, the opposite of how heâd sounded when theyâd been together. Back then, thereâd been a tenderness and warmth that was reserved just for her.
The absence of those traits reminded Macy of how much had changed between the two of them, even though it seemed like just yesterday they were incredibly happy together. All those memories rushed back to her like a flood that left her nearly drowning.
Macy took a good look at him. Tanner had always been tall, but now he was broader. More muscular maybe? Beneath his cowboy hat, brown wavy hair with golden highlights peeked out. He wore his typical jeans with a black T-shirt and cowboy boots.
Valor and arrogance blended into one appealing, gorgeous bundle.
Except something was different.
He was holding a...baby.
Macy stood and blinked, certain her eyes were deceiving her.
A baby? But...
Her heart lurched at the picture they painted together. Had Tanner come here to gloat? To remind Macy about the kind of life they could have had together if everything hadnât fallen apart?
She rubbed her throat, trying to control her words and not give away the fact that she still harbored hurt deep inside. She had to draw on every ounce of professional strength inside her as old dreams of a forever family surged to the surface.
âWhat a surprise to see you here,â she finally croaked out.
