He attempts to take her again, but I refuse to let her go, even though I’m vaguely aware of chaos breaking out around me. Sirens and shouting and flashes of cameras. If I relinquish her, I may never see her again.
With a frustrated growl, he bends and sweeps me and the baby into his arms. Yelping, I tighten my grip on my daughter while he half bends over me to protect us. A second limousine pulls up behind the first, along with several police cars and two motorcycle units.
Someone else opens the door. Kiln shoves me and Bryn into the back seat. He isn’t careful, so I fall against a hard male body. Adjusting my gaze to the dim interior, I soothe Bryn, who awakened in the whirl of Kiln’s handling.
Blue eyes blaze too many emotions to name and I swallow. Words fight to come out. Apologies. Avowals that I didn’t expose him on purpose, which it’s clear he believes is the case. His gaze travels from my face to the top of our daughter’s head. The blanket has fallen away, so her thick, black hair is quite visible.
“Sloane,” I whisper, my heart beating fast and furious.
Instead of answering, he clenches his jaw and stares out of the tinted window.
A moment after Kiln slides into the front passenger seat and the car rocks away behind the police escort, I realize Grandma is fully aware of what’s going on.
So what’s changed in the forty-eight hours where she’d made me promise to never have any contact with Sloane again?
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A Summer Romance
Book One of the Devereaux Manor Mystery Series
Tracey Smith
Dedicated to Braley’s Beauties
“We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” - Joseph Campbell
1
Maggie could feel her anxiety building as she turned onto Devereaux Lane. Why did she ever think this was a good idea? What had she gotten herself into?
It had felt liberating to drive out of Boston. Her spirits had been high as she sped down the highway leaving her shattered life behind. She’d sung along with the radio, tapping her hands on the wheel in rhythm to the music. It had seemed like such a good idea then. But as she left the familiar urban landscape and drove deeper into the unknown, her fears began to overwhelm her.
What kind of person advertises the need for a summer caretaker for a home that is over 1,000 miles away? What kind of person answers that ad? Had Maggie been the only one?
At first she had been very confident that this summer trip was exactly what she needed to regroup and figure out her life. She had seen the flyer tacked to the corkboard in her dorm hall as a life raft in the sea of confusion that she was slowly and steadily drowning in. It had been a beacon of hope in her darkest hour. In a moment of desperation she’d torn the paper from the bulletin board, hugging it to her chest as she raced to her room to answer the ad.
She’d typed the email with trembling fingers, hoping beyond hope that this would give her the reprieve she needed, the answer to her prayers. Then she waited anxiously as the hours ticked by, obsessively checking her email while trying to figure out a plan-B. Going back home wasn’t an option, it couldn’t be. When the response came it was almost surreal. They had chosen her! She’d been offered the job. She had an “out.” At the time that was all that mattered.