Man of her Dreams. Debra Webb

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СКАЧАТЬ IN THE NIGHT*

      768—AGENT COWBOY*

      801—SITUATION: OUT OF CONTROL†

      807—FULL EXPOSURE†

      837—JOHN DOE ON HER DOORSTEP††

      843—EXECUTIVE BODYGUARD††

      849—MAN OF HER DREAMS††

      HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

      864—LONGWALKER’S CHILD

      935—THE MARRIAGE PRESCRIPTION*

      948—THE DOCTOR WORE BOOTS

      995—GUARDING THE HEIRESS*

      SILHOUETTE BOMBSHELL

      22—JUSTICE

      33—SILENT WEAPON

      *Colby Agency

      ** The Specialists

      †Colby Agency: Internal Affairs

      ††The Enforcers

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

      Aidan—An Enforcer, a genetically engineered seer assigned to complete the Prophecy Mission.

      Darby Shepard—A simple schoolteacher who has unexplainable dreams. But if she’s so simple, why is her life in danger?

      Madam Talia—A local New Orleans psychic. Can she help Darby discover the truth before it’s too late?

      Detective Lance Willis—He has to nail the serial killer who has been preying on children. Can Darby help him bring the man to justice?

      Jerry Lester—A twisted murderer who is obsessed with children.

      Howard Thomas—The Shepard family attorney. Does he know more about Darby’s adoption than he’s telling?

      Director Richard O’Riley—Center Director. He has the power to order Darby’s elimination. Will his conscience let him do what’s best for Center?

      Governor Kyle Remington—The new head of the Collective. The man in charge of the Collective has traditionally left the day-to-day operations to O’Riley. Will Remington prove a more forceful leader than his predecessor?

      Dr. Waylon Galen—The creative mind behind the Enforcers. Will he win this time?

      Wizard—Darby’s cat.

      Prologue

      Ring a-round the roses,

      Pocketful of posies

      Her mother watched from the kitchen window as six-year-old Christina Fairgate frolicked in the backyard. She clutched her favorite doll under one arm and skipped around the circle she had made in the grass with the other dolls and stuffed animals from her room. She sang the nursery rhyme over and over, as if she expected her audience to join her.

      The autumn Louisiana sun hovered like a glimmering orange in the western sky. Its golden rays were still powerful enough to force a sweat even as it slipped downward in surrender to the coming dusk.

      Christina’s mother smiled at the pleasant scene, then turned back to the oven to check on the special treat she had prepared for her daughter. One hand gloved with a thick mitt, she opened the oven door and removed the baking pan, allowing the delicious smell of homemade chocolate chip cookies to fill the air.

      A sound of approval on her lips, she set the pan aside so the cookies would cool. After turning off the oven she poured her daughter, as well as herself, a cool glass of milk. A little snack this close to dinner wouldn’t hurt. Handling the still warm dessert gingerly, she loaded a small plate with cookies and placed it on a tray, along with the two glasses of milk. No need for napkins. Licking gooey chocolate from fingers was part of the fun of homemade cookies.

      But neither of them would ever taste those lovingly prepared cookies for when she made her way to the backyard with the laden tray, her little girl was gone.

      Days would turn into weeks and weeks to a month before the body would be found.

      Ashes, ashes,

      We all fall down.

      Chapter One

      New Orleans

      Two months later

      They were coming for her.

      Another test, more poking and prodding.

      She couldn’t let them know. If they ever found out what she could do…

      Block the dreams. Don’t look. Don’t see.

      They could never know the truth.

      The man in the white lab coat smiled down at her. He spoke of his own daughter. He seemed kind. Much kinder than the other one. But she knew better than to trust even him. He wanted to know the truth so he could tell the others. And she would never be safe, never be free if they knew the truth.

      It didn’t matter that they’d held her prisoner her whole life, even before she was born. She could see beyond the walls, beyond the hiding place where they conducted their secret tests. She knew the truth.

      But they could never know.

      Never, never, never.

      If they knew they would keep her forever.

      Darby Shepard bolted upright in her bed. Her breath came in ragged gasps. She shoved her sweat-dampened hair from her eyes and forced her respiration to slow.

      She was safe.

      At home.

      In her own bed.

      No need to be afraid.

      Long minutes passed before her racing heart calmed. She hated those dreams. Shivering with the receding adrenaline, she cursed herself as she stumbled out of bed. 7:00 a.m. already. She had to hurry or she’d be late for school.

      As she quickly showered and then dressed, she tried repeatedly to put the dream out of her thoughts but she couldn’t. It was always the same. The men in the white lab coats were coming for her. She had to keep her dreams a secret. Could tell no one. Couldn’t tell them what she saw. She paused, her fingers stilling on the buttons of her dress. The part that got to her the most was the idea that the dream was a little too real.

      She never told anyone what she saw in those nightmares. Never shared the dreams that came, unbidden, with another living soul for fear of…what? The men in the white coats? Maybe.

      Darby quickly brushed her damp hair and twisted it into a braid. There was no time to dry the waist-length tresses or even СКАЧАТЬ