Carol J. Post - Reunited By Danger

About the Author CAROL J. POST writes fun and fast-paced inspirational romantic suspense stories and lives in sunshiny central Florida. She sings and plays the piano for her church and also enjoys sailing, hiking, camping—almost anything outdoors. Her daughters and grandkids live too far away for her liking, so she now pours all that nurturing into taking care of two fat and sassy cats and one highly spoiled dachshund.

Title Page Reunited by Danger Carol J. Post www.millsandboon.co.uk

Bible Verse As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. —Psalms 103:12

Acknowledgments Acknowledgments Contents Cover Back Cover Text Introduction Dear Reader About the Author Title Page Bible Verse Acknowledgments CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE Extract Copyright Thank you to all the people who supported me in writing this series: All the helpful people on Cedar Key. My wonderful critique partners, Karen Fleming and Sabrina Jarema. My awesome editor, Giselle Regus. My lovely agent, Nalini Akolekar. My sweet, supportive family. And my loving husband. You are the best!

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

Extract

Copyright

ONE

Just three hours and it would be over.

Amber Kingston slid into a chair at an empty table and watched the colorful crush of bodies gyrating on the dance floor. A banner hung over the stage: 10-Year Reunion in gold and blue letters. The music of Linkin Park blasted through the speakers at a volume capable of shattering glass.

Amber observed the activity from her solitary perch in the back, thankful for a few moments alone. This wasn’t how she’d wanted to spend her Saturday night. She’d come because of Ramona, who she hadn’t talked to in almost ten years. Who, a month ago, sent her a Facebook message out of the blue, begging her to come to this stupid high school reunion. Mona had said she was dying of cancer and had six months to live. She didn’t want to be remembered as the girl she’d been in high school.

Actually, Amber didn’t, either.

The music faded and another song grew to full volume within seconds. Ramona had twisted her arm to get her there and hadn’t even shown up.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

The male voice close to her ear drew her gaze to the smiling face behind it. He’d slipped into the event space from a side door.

She returned the smile. “Caleb.”

He eased into the chair next to her. Though the planes of his face had matured, his eyes were still the same Caribbean Sea blue. Sandy-blond hair fell in soft layers. Little had changed since high school, but he’d acquired some mass over the past ten years, the kind that came from hard work rather than too much Southern cooking.

He leaned toward her, the closeness necessary for conversation. He even smelled nice, a light citrusy scent with hints of spice. “I hope it’s all right if I join you.”

“Totally.”

Caleb Lyons had always been nice to her. Of course, he’d been nice to everybody. Defender of the underdog. He’d lived four doors down. They’d even gone to the same church for a while. Other than that, their circles had rarely intersected, although they were in the same grade. His gang was filled with the good kids—band members, chess club participants, straight-A students, kids who never missed Sunday school or youth group because they wanted to be there. Back then she’d been sure their sole purpose in life was to make her and her friends look bad.

He propped an elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand. “What are you up to these days? Still living in Florida?”

“I’m a cop for Cedar Key.”

He threw back his head and laughed, the sound carrying over the decibels pounding from the speakers. After slapping his hand on the table a couple of times, he shook his head, still chuckling. “I’m sorry. I knew you’d have dealings with the police, but that wasn’t the kind I expected.”

The grin he flashed her tugged one out of her. “What can I say? I finally got some sense.” Fortunately she’d acquired it before any of her stupid shenanigans made it onto her adult record.

Growing up with two older brothers who were polar opposites, she’d always thought Harold’s daredevil lifestyle looked more exciting than Hunter’s straitlaced ways. Good thing she’d wised up when she had. Now Hunter was serving the people of Cedar Key alongside her, and Harold was a long-time resident of Florida State. The prison, not the school.

The music faded and the DJ took the microphone.

“Y’all having a great time?”

Shouts echoed throughout the room. After welcoming everyone, his tone turned somber.

“There are four classmates who are no longer with us. Let’s remember each with a moment of silence.”

Amber knew about the first death. It had happened two days after graduation, a murder that had rocked the small town of Chiefland. The next two names were familiar. Both had died in their early twenties. Amber didn’t know them well, but sadness wove through her anyway. The other guests apparently felt it, too. Silence hung over the room, a stark contrast to the noise that had shaken the walls less than five minutes earlier.

The DJ continued. “Lastly, in April of this year, we lost Ramona Freeborn.”

Amber’s jaw dropped as the words slammed into her. Ramona died two months ago.

So who’d sent the Facebook message in May, pretending to be Mona? And the follow-up ones, as recently as last weekend, confirming she hadn’t changed her mind about coming to the reunion?

Someone who wanted to make sure I’d be here.

The temperature in the room dropped. Or maybe the chill was internal.

“Amber? Are you okay?” Caleb sat staring at her, an eyebrow lifted in concern. Before she could formulate a response, a scream pierced the silence.

She shot to her feet, snatching her purse from the table. The scream had come from outside. Another followed it. She dashed to the nearest exit with a handful of other people. The others remained glued to their seats, their eyes wide and jaws lax.

She soon located the source of the commotion. A woman stood in the glow of the garden lights, hands pressed to her mouth. Shivers racked her body and wails escaped between her fingers.

Olivia Chamberlain. Liv. They’d been the best of friends—Amber, Liv and Mona, along with Alex, Vince and Ray—until they’d all racked up growing lists of misdemeanors and increasingly serious alcohol addictions. And a dead body.

Caleb brushed past her at a full run before dropping to the stone walkway in front of Liv. Someone was on the ground.

When Amber reached them, Caleb had his cell phone pressed to his ear. She stifled a gasp. Alex O’Dell.

Caleb held up a hand. “Everyone stay back.”

She knelt beside him. Everyone didn’t include her. “I’m a cop.” She cast the words over her shoulder and then grasped her former friend’s wrist to check for a pulse. Nothing. Judging from the awkward angle of Alex’s head, his neck was broken. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Another small trail came from his nose, both combining to form a darkening oval on the garden pavers.

Amber drew in a shaky breath. Mona, now Alex. One-third of them gone before age thirty.

“This is Detective Caleb Lyons with the Levy County Sheriff’s Office,” Caleb spoke into the phone, his voice all cool professionalism.