Sara K. Parker - Security Measures

A killer lies in wait...

And now she’s in danger

To halt a killing spree, bodyguard Triss Everett tightens security at the senior community where she volunteers—and makes herself a target. Her coworker, widower Hunter Knox, won’t let the woman he cares about more than he should become the next victim. But working together to find the murderer in their midst is the most challenging job he’s ever taken on—and the most dangerous.

SARA K. PARKERhas been a writer ever since she was gifted a 4x6 pin-striped journal for her tenth birthday. Her writing hobby has since grown into her dream career—writing for Love Inspired, freelancing for magazines and teaching English at a community college. She and her husband live in northwest Houston with their four children, two—soon to be three!—mischievous dogs and an extremely vocal senior cat.

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Security Measures

Sara K. Parker

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ISBN: 978-1-474-09693-5

SECURITY MEASURES

© 2019 Sara K. Parker

Published in Great Britain 2019

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

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“What I’m thinking sounds crazy.”

Triss stared into Hunter’s eyes with conviction, as if willing him to believe what she was about to say.

He already did. He might still be rankled by how suddenly she’d dropped out of his life—out of his kids’ lives—but that didn’t change what he knew about her. She was intuitive, sharp and levelheaded. She was not prone to drama, exaggeration or misinterpretation. And if Triss Everett had something bizarre to say, she’d say it only if she knew it to be true.

“I can handle crazy.”

Her eyes were dark, troubled in a way he’d never seen before. “I don’t think what happened was an accident, Hunter,” she said finally. “I think someone caused the fire. I think someone hoped I would die. And I think that same person may have killed before. At Harmony.”

That, he hadn’t expected. Hunter reached for what to ask next, and Triss narrowed her eyes.

“You said you could handle crazy.”

Dear Reader,

In real life, I don’t have much in common with Triss or Hunter, yet their hearts spoke to mine. In the shadows of their lives, I saw the shadows of my own—the weight of heartbreak, fear, regret and loss, and the yearning to fully live and fully love, despite it all. What Triss and Hunter found to be true in their pursuit of new beginnings, I’ve also found to be true: we long for a peace that the world can never give us. May you seek and find peace through the power of the Holy Spirit, the gift of His living and breathing Word and the blessing of companionship with loved ones who lift spirits, lighten burdens and offer chocolate.

Love,

Sara

P.S. I love to hear from readers—find me on Facebook @sarakparker.authorand on my website: www.sarakparker.com.

He revealeth the deep and secret things: he knoweth what is in the darkness, and the light dwelleth with him.

—Daniel 2:22

To Erica, Julie and Megan.

God knew I wouldn’t do well in Texas without my three sisters, so He gave me you. Thank you for doing life with me—whether we’re laughing until we cry or crying until we can laugh again. Friendship with each of you has shaped me, grown me, blessed me.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

Extract

About the Publisher

Gravestones lined both sides of the cobblestone path and dotted the acreage beyond. The cemetery was a patchwork of narrow footpaths, ancient trees and wrought-iron garden benches. Wind chimes hung from tree branches, their sorrowful melodies echoing through the graveyard. A couple of months ago, Triss Everett might have found the place charming, even beautiful. Today, after attending a funeral for the fourth time in three weeks, she couldn’t escape soon enough. Her black boots crunched through piles of autumn leaves, the wind whipping her long black hair as more foliage swirled from the wooded canopy. Unfamiliar heat stung her eyes, tears threatening as the cemetery blurred around her.

She sucked in a sharp breath of chilly air and focused on the parking lot ahead. She’d learned after the first funeral to park in the overflow lot. No one parked there, and she could avoid the dreaded lingering that happened after the burial—the hugs and tears and words that could do nothing to ease anyone’s suffering.