The Sheriff's Daughter. Tara Quinn Taylor

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       “I’m your son.”

      She blinked. The young man stood still, as if frozen, while his words replayed themselves in her mind. He’d just said he was her son. He couldn’t be.

      Sara clutched the door with both hands and leaned against it, her gaze never wavering from the young man standing just outside.

      Who was this boy claiming to be the child she’d given away so long ago? This child she’d worried for, grieved over and daydreamed about ever since. This young man named Ryan.

      “Should I go?” he asked.

      “No!”

      “You’re shocked. How could you not be?” His voice was filled with strength, compassion and a tremble of fear.

      Years of training drove her to respond. She held out her hand.

      “Nice to meet you, Ryan.”

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Tara’s first book, Yesterday’s Secrets, published in October 1993, was a finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® Award. Her subsequent work has earned her finalist status for the National Readers’ Choice Award, plus another two RITA® Award nominations. A prolific writer, she has more than forty novels as well as three novellas published. To reach Tara, write to her at PO Box 133584, Mesa, Arizona 85216, USA or through her website, www.tarataylorquinn.com.

      Dear Reader,

      Most of us will never face Sara’s challenges, but almost all of us have to make the same choices she does. The choice to play it safe, to exist – or to take the big risks, to reach for everything, to live fully. We have to be willing to not only face our fears, but to walk right into them if required, so we can get through them to whatever awaits us on the other side.

      I’m often asked where I get the ideas for my stories. Sometimes I have specific answers. I have no idea where this story came from. It doesn’t quite fit the usual boundaries or genres. But it wouldn’t go away. I spoke to my editor about this story. She didn’t seem shocked or even hesitant as she told me she thought it would work and asked me to write it. I didn’t question her acceptance any more than I questioned myself about the original creation.

      And then, halfway through the book, I questioned everything – mostly myself. What had I done? How was I going to get a romance out of this? How was I going to get anywhere?

      I was scared. I’d taken a risk and felt I was about to fail. I considered calling my editor and telling her we’d made a terrible mistake. And then Sara spoke to me. Was I going to work my way through the fears and let her find her happily ever after? I cared about her. And for her, I sat down every day and I wrote.

      I didn’t take Sara to her happily ever after. She took me. I hope you’ll join us on this journey.

       Tara Taylor Quinn

      The Sheriff’s Daughter

      TARA TAYLOR QUINN

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For my father, Walter Wright Gumser.

       Because he always did his best.

      I love you, Daddy!

      CHAPTER ONE

      May 24

      1:00—Lunch

      2:00—Interview (It’s the retired cop. Credentials in folder.)

      2:20—Meeting with Rodney Pace. (Presentation schedule included in red folder on desk.)

      6:30—Dinner with partners from Mr. Calhoun’s firm. Hanrahan’s.

      Note: Proof Sheriff Lindsay’s book. Sign checks and contracts before leaving. (In blue folder.)

      Further note: Don’t forget to eat.

      SARA CALHOUN SMILED as she read the final line Donna had jotted on the daily agenda, which sat atop a newly readied pile of folders on her desk at the National Organization for Internet Safety and Education early Thursday morning. The redeye she’d taken from a PTA conference in Anaheim had just landed at Port Columbus International Airport half an hour before. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten.

      If she’d gone straight home to shower without stopping at the office first to review the day’s materials, she could have had breakfast with Brent.

      Glancing at the plain gold watch on her wrist—a college graduation present from her parents—Sara sat, pulled the pile of folders onto her lap and started to read.

      THE DOORBELL RANG just as she was finishing her makeup. Stroking a couple of coats of mascara onto her lashes, Sara quickly dropped the tube in the sectioned container on her dressing table and raced to the stairs. Maybe it was just a salesperson, but she couldn’t stand to not answer.

      She never let the phone ring, either.

      It was five to nine. She’d spent so long at the office already that she was now late for work. But the sun was shining, May flowers were in bloom and an entire lovely summer stretched ahead.

      Sara slowed at the bottom of the stairs, taking a deep breath to compose herself as she smoothed a hand down her slim brown skirt and brushed the pockets of her jacket. Dignity and class were her mantras. Always.

      Brent expected this from her.

      “Can I help—” The ready smile froze on her lips. A cop was standing on her doorstep.

      Something had happened to her dad. Or Brent.

      The young man’s mouth moved, but at this moment Sara couldn’t concentrate sufficiently to make out his words. “What?” she asked, willing herself to hear what he was saying. “What happened?”

      “Are you Mrs. Sara Calhoun?”

      “Yes.” She wished she weren’t. Law enforcement officials never came to deliver good news. She ought to know. She’d grown up with one.

      “You are.” The young man’s gaze deepened, studying her.

      “Yes,” she managed to say, bracing herself.

      And nothing happened. Officer Mercedes, according to the thin nameplate above his left pocket, just stood there, apparently at a loss for words.

      “Can I help you?” she finally prompted, mystified. She was the one getting the bad news—wasn’t she?

      “I…uh…I’ve been planning this moment for a long time and I thought I was completely prepared. But now I have no idea what to say.”

      Planning this moment? One didn’t usually plan to deliver bad news.

      He looked so lost, so young, Sara’s heart caught. “You’re sure it’s me you want to see? I’m СКАЧАТЬ