Jenna Night - Killer Country Reunion

Her family’s being eliminated, one by one...

But he won’t let her be next

After gunmen attack Caroline Marsh, she’s stunned that she survives—and shocked that her rescuer is her ex-fiancé, Zane Coleman. With her family’s safety on the line, there’s no time for grudges over the past. The killers on her trail won’t give up easily. And although Zane already left her once, for her own protection, he’s not about to lose Caroline again.

JENNA NIGHT comes from a family of Southern-born natural storytellers. Her parents were avid readers and the house was always filled with books. No wonder she grew up wanting to tell her own stories. She’s lived on both coasts, but currently resides in the inland northwest, where she’s astonished by the occasional glimpse of a moose, a herd of elk or a soaring eagle.

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Killer Country Reunion

Jenna Night

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08458-1

KILLER COUNTRY REUNION

© 2018 Virginia Niten

Published in Great Britain 2018

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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“We need to go, Caroline. Now.”

Zane shoved her ahead of him. The headlights bearing down on them grew even brighter. The screaming of the tow truck engine grew shriller. They were just at the edge of the highway when Zane heard the crash of an impact as the heavily reinforced truck plowed into their pickup.

Something hit him behind his right knee, knocking him to the ground and sending him tumbling down an embankment. He heard other pieces of debris crashing into the trees and underbrush around him. Then the lights from the attacking truck suddenly went out and Zane was falling in darkness. Finally, he came to a stop.

“Caroline?” he called out, heart thundering in his chest and sick with fear that she’d been hurt.

She didn’t answer.

He got to his feet, relieved to find that his knee wasn’t badly injured, and called her name again. And again, he didn’t hear her respond.

Zane frantically looked around. Caroline had been beside him just a minute ago. Now she was gone...

Dear Reader,

We can’t get through life without making a few assumptions. But sometimes what we assume about a person isn’t true. Or maybe it isn’t true any longer. All of us have been in a situation where we’d appreciate forgiveness and another chance.

I hope you enjoyed reading about Caroline and Zane as they learned to let go of the past and give each other room to grow into the person each of them was meant to be. And that, of course, opened up the pathway to love.

One of the things I enjoy most about writing for Love Inspired Suspense is connecting with my readers. You can find me at my website, Jennanight.com, on my Jenna Night Facebookpage, or you can follow me on Twitter, @Night_Jenna. My email address is Jenna@Jennanight.com. I’d love to hear from you.

Jenna Night

The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust...

—Psalms 18:2

To my mother, Esther. I’m remembering the cry of the whip-poor-will in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia.

Acknowledgments

Many thanks to Elizabeth Mazer, a Killer Editor.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

Acknowledgments

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

Extract

About the Publisher

ONE

Caroline Marsh wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and sat down on a bench outside, taking a moment to compose herself.

She turned her gaze to the waters of nearby Lake Cobalt, trying to decide whether it would be wiser to let herself have a good hard cry and get it all out of her system, or choke back her grief again—something she’d done a lot, lately.

The attorney she’d just met with had handed over a stack of paperwork and confirmed that, as of today, Caroline was officially the legal owner of her late brother’s business. It was still hard to talk about Owen in the past tense. To acknowledge that her younger brother was really, really gone. His body had been found floating in Seattle’s Elliot Bay, 350 miles to the west, with evidence of blunt force trauma to the back of his head. In the aftermath there’d been no arrests. No suspects identified. Nothing but an open police case that seemed to be going nowhere.

She clutched the sheaf of papers, held together with a black binder clip, a little tighter. Despite the digital age, some things still required paper and actual ink signatures. So here it was, printed in black and white—the official, legal proof that her brother had left her his business and his house so that she’d be equipped to take care of the most precious thing in his life: his son, Dylan.

Pull yourself together.

A four-year-old boy waited for her back at the house with Caroline’s mom. The saddest part was that he wasn’t just waiting for her. A couple of times Caroline had seen him walk to the front window around sundown, his ever-watchful dog, Millie, at his side, to look for Owen. The boy seemed to forget, or perhaps he still didn’t understand, that his dad was never coming home. Every time the heartache over her brother, and for his son, had brought her to tears in front of the boy. She would not let that happen again.