Running for Cover. Shirlee McCoy

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      “Are you going somewhere?” Jackson asked.

      “Home.”

      “It might be best if you stay in the hospital,” he said.

      “That’s what the doctor keeps telling me, but I’m feeling well enough to leave.”

      “It’s not just your physical condition I’m worried about, Morgan. The men who attacked you are still loose. Until they’re found, the hospital is the safest place.”

      “They’ve got no reason to come looking for me again.”

      “They didn’t get what they wanted, did they?”

      “No.”

      “That’s more than enough reason.”

      Morgan sighed. “Look, I’m grateful for everything you did tonight, but I really am fine.”

      “And I can go back to wherever I came from? Sorry, I don’t work that way,” Jackson said.

      “What way do you work, then?”

      “I stick with what I start. I started protecting you from two men who wanted you dead. I’m not going to walk away until I’m sure I’ve achieved that goal.”

      SHIRLEE MCCOY

      has always loved making up stories. As a child, she daydreamed elaborate tales in which she was the heroine—gutsy, strong and invincible. Though she soon grew out of her superhero fantasies, her love for storytelling never diminished. She knew early that she wanted to write inspirational fiction, and began writing her first novel when she was a teenager. Still, it wasn’t until her third son was born that she truly began pursuing her dream of being published. Three years later she sold her first book. Now a busy mother of five, Shirlee is a homeschool mom by day and an inspirational author by night. She and her husband and children live in Washington and share their house with a dog, two cats and a bird. You can visit her Web site at www.shirleemccoy.com, or e-mail her at [email protected].

      Running for Cover

      Shirlee McCoy

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      I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to feed them.

      —Hosea 11:4

      To my fifth treasure, Qian Annalise— I am not your first mother or even your second, but I will be your last. It is true that you were not born from my body, but you have always lived in my heart—first a thought, then a prayer and now a reality that fills me up to overflowing.

      You are mine, my cheeky girl, and I am yours. Forever and a day, to the edges of the universe and beyond, I love you.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

      ONE

      Pain.

      It pulled Morgan Alexandria from silky blackness, slammed her into reality. She groaned, levering away from cold tile, crimson blood dripping from her lips and staining the white kitchen floor. More blood pooled in her mouth, the metallic taste of it making her gag. She wanted to sink back down, let whatever was going to happen happen. Images flashed through her mind—blond hair, deep blue eyes, chubby cheeks; dark hair and a solemn, thin face. Morgan’s sister and brother as they’d been twenty years ago.

      What were they like now?

      The question drove Morgan to her knees. She blinked, trying to clear her vision and her head. Sounds were coming from the den. Soft thuds and thumps. Rumbling voices. Morgan could wait for the two armed men who’d come into her gallery an hour ago to return to the kitchen or she could run. Either way, she’d probably die.

      She staggered to her feet, her jaw and head throbbing in time with her racing heart. Just a few yards and she’d be at the door of the apartment. One flight of stairs down and she’d be in the small gallery she’d opened nearly a year ago when she’d foolishly believed she could cut her ex-husband Cody out of her life forever. She should have known that the trouble and heartache he’d brought to their marriage would follow her.

      A loud crash startled her into action, and she ran, broken glass from the upended coffee table crunching under her feet as she raced through the living room. Her fingers brushed the doorknob, her hand closing around cool metal.

      Almost free.

      Hard fingers dug into her shoulder, yanking her away from the door and escape.

      “You don’t get to leave until we get the disk. Just tell us where СКАЧАТЬ