Protecting Her Own. Margaret Daley

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      “Cara?”

      Connor’s deep, husky voice intruded into her thoughts.

      “Are you all right?”

      She tried to shrug away the emotions drenching her. “I’m fine.” She marched over to the safe covered by a portrait of her mother. “I don’t understand why he kept this in here. He didn’t love her.” When she opened the safe, its emptiness surprised her. “This doesn’t bode well.”

      “So someone could have come in here and broken into the safe?”

      She turned at the same time Connor stepped closer. She collided into him. He steadied her, his hands on her arms branding her. His gaze captured hers and held it for a long moment, the thundering of her heart drowning out all common sense.

      Why else would she wonder if he still kissed as good as he did when they were dating?

      MARGARET DALEY

      feels she has been blessed. She has been married more than thirty years to her husband, Mike, whom she met in college. He is a terrific support and her best friend. They have one son, Shaun. Margaret has been writing for many years and loves to tell a story. When she was a little girl, she would play with her dolls and make up stories about their lives. Now she writes these stories down. She especially enjoys weaving stories about families and how faith in God can sustain a person when things get tough. When she isn’t writing, she is fortunate to be a teacher for students with special needs. Margaret has taught for more than twenty years and loves working with her students. She has also been a Special Olympics coach and has participated in many sports with her students.

      Protecting Her Own

      Margaret Daley

      

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      God is our refuge and strength,

       a very present help in trouble.

      —Psalm 46:1

      To Jan for all her help and

       brainstorming with this story—thank you, Jan.

      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

      EPILOGUE

      LETTER TO READER

      QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

      ONE

      “I thought that was taken care of.” Cara Madison gripped her cell to her ear so tightly her hand ached as she hurried toward the foyer of her childhood home to answer the door. Exhaustion clung to her as though woven into every fiber of her being.

      The bell chimed again.

      “No, the State Department still has some questions,” Kyra Morgan, her employer at Guardians, Inc., said.

      “Hold it a sec. Someone’s at the door.”

      She peered through the peephole, noting a deliveryman with a package and clipboard, dressed in a blue ball cap, blue shorts and white T-shirt. Probably another birthday present from one of Dad’s friends. She thrust open the door and cradled the cell against her shoulder to keep it in place.

      “So I have to make a trip into Washington, D.C., to see Mr. Richards at the State Department?” Cara asked her boss while she scribbled her name on the sheet of paper then took the box.

      Stepping back into the house, Cara shut the door with a nudge of her hip and carried the package to the round table in the center of the dining room to put it with the multitude of others—all presents from people around the world whom her father knew.

      “Cara, I’m sorry you need to go at this time. I know that last assignment was rough and now with bringing your dad home from the rehabilitation center, you don’t need this complication. Mr. Richards assured me it’s just a debriefing about the riots occurring in Nzadi.”

      She wished she could say that wasn’t her fault, but what she did had set the protests off. Guilt swamped her. In protecting her client, a revered humanitarian in Nzadi was killed instead. “Don’t worry. I’m tough. I’ll survive. I’ll call the man and set up an appointment after I get Dad home and settled.”

      For a few seconds she studied the plain brown box from Global Magazine with C. Madison on the label before peeling back the top flap on the carton. The sound of the tape ripping the cardboard reverberated in the stillness, exposing the top of a gift wrapped in black paper. Black? True, her father was turning sixty tomorrow, but wasn’t black wrapping a little too macabre after he suffered a stroke eight weeks ago?

      “I’m sure it’s only a formality.” Her boss’s assurance drew Cara’s thoughts away from the gift. “My impression from the State Department was you won’t have to go back to answer any more questions from the Nzadi government.” The word Nzadi shivered down her length, leaving a track of chills even though it was summer. “I’ll call you after I talk to Mr. Richards. Bye.” Cara clicked off and stared down at the open box that nestled the new present, wrapped in black paper. Black like people wore to funerals. Black as the dress of the beloved lady who had been killed in the café. Cara shivered again. She wanted to forget Nzadi, but she didn’t think she ever would.

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