She’s a woman who doesn’t trust cops. He’s a cop. She’s
determined to keep her past a secret. He’s determined to find out what she’s
High school bus driver, Summer Grant, flees from death
threats and winds up trapped in Havens Creek, a small town not far enough away
from danger. With a broken leg and no transportation, she is forced to accept
the hospitality of strangers. Staying with the police chief’s sister and
five-year-old daughter in an isolated mountain home might be the ideal place
for her to hide until she can get back on her feet, but if the man she’s hiding
from learns her whereabouts, no one will be safe.
Havens Creek Police Chief, Jake Taylor, always protects his
own. He feels duty-bound to help Summer when she ends up in his small town
claiming she has no family. He has a soft spot for strays, but this two-legged
one is hiding something, and he’s determined to solve the mystery.
An unwanted attraction draws them together. Evil threatens
to rip them apart.
Summer got out of the car and
patted the dog. He wriggled sideways bumping her leg.
Jake smiled. “He’s glad to see
you. Come on in.”
“Do you mind if I wait here?”
He gave her a puzzled look. “If
you want.” He pointed to the canopy swing. “Have a seat. I’ll only be a couple
of minutes. Do you like pizza?”
“The best pizza around these
parts is Pizza Haven. Sound all right?”
“Sure.” Though she didn’t think
she’d be able to eat. Not with the way her stomach was churning.
“Be right back.”
Jake walked into the house and
Summer sat in the swing.
In just a few minutes, he
returned. He handed her a bottled water and sat beside her.
She took a drink, grateful for
He placed an arm across the back of the swing.
“Do you mind if we talk before
we leave?” he asked.
She took a deep breath. “No.
What did Michael say?”
He pulled her close against his
side. “Tom Beery, one of my officers stopped at the diner to eat. He spotted
the Impala and a man I’m assuming was Michael getting inside. They had a
conversation about the car. Then Michael mentioned he was in town looking for
an old friend.”
He looked at her. “You.”
Summer felt a chill despite the
“Said he had left the
directions to where you were staying at home.”
Summer flinched. “And I suppose
Tom told him how to get to Becca’s place.”
“You suppose right,” Jake said.
“I’m not happy about it and I’ve reprimanded him for his actions. He had no
business disclosing the information to a stranger no matter how convincing he
“Michael has a knack for
manipulating situations to his benefit. I hope you weren’t too hard on him.”
“No more so than necessary.
Tell me more about Michael.”
“Where should I start?”
“At the beginning. I want to
know everything about this creep.”
Summer looked at Jake. “You
mean you believe me?”
“Of course I believe you.”
She stared at him looking for a
reason to doubt his words. She found none. He
Like an overflowing fountain,
she spilled out everything that happened. “When I moved to Pine Cove I rented a
small house only two doors from Michael’s place. He didn’t seem like a friendly
neighbor, but after I was there a few months I learned everyone knew and
respected him. He kept busy working in his garage. He’s a mechanic. A good one
from what I hear. After I turned down an offer to have dinner with him, he
never gave me the time of day. His son, Dylan, was a great kid. He liked to sit
on my front steps and we’d talk in the afternoon after school. Sometimes
Michael would finish work early and if he saw Dylan with me, he yelled for him
to get home where he belonged.”
“That kid’s dad has a serious
“That kid’s name is…was Dylan.”
He took her hand. “I’m sorry. Dylan’s dad has a serious problem.”
She sniffed. “Dylan was a good
kid, a star football player. I really liked him. He was the opposite of his
dad—warm, outgoing. He shouldn’t have died.”
“What happened was a terrible
thing, but it was an accident. You weren’t to blame for his death, no matter
what his dad thinks.”
She’d finally accepted that as
fact after her therapy sessions. “I know. But I was a bitter reminder to
Michael of what had been stolen from him. His only child.”
“That must have been tough, but
it doesn’t give him the right to harass you. What he did was illegal.”
“Worse,” she said. “When I was
in the hospital, Michael came to see me.” She shivered, reliving that horrible
moment. “He brought me a vase of dead roses.”
Anger crossed Jake’s face,
tightening the muscles around his mouth.
She took a drink of water.
“I tried to talk to him,” she
continued. “I told him how sorry I was. I asked him to forgive me but he…he
just stared at me…and then walked away. That hurt so bad.”
“What about his wife? Or would
that be ex-wife?”
“His wife died when Dylan was
Jake shook his head. “Poor
He laced their fingers
together. She took a deep breath and continued.
“About four weeks after the
accident, I started receiving phone calls late at night. I didn’t have to
recognize the voice to know it was Michael. He said one word. Murderer.”
Jake’s fingers tightened on
“A few months later, things got
worse,” she said. “I found a note on my windshield that said I should kill
myself before someone did it for me.”
He released her hand. “What?
The sheriff didn’t tell me about the note,” he said.
Bereft of his touch, she folded
her arms across her chest.
“After the sheriff found
nothing to verify the phone calls, I didn’t tell him about the note. I couldn’t
prove Michael typed it. He didn’t sign it.”
“It was proof that somebody was threatening you,” he said.
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