Necessary Secrets. Barbara Phinney

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      “You’re pregnant,” he said.

      “Yes, I’m pregnant, okay? But that’s my business, not yours.” Sylvie tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of the door and kicked it shut. The sharp click echoed through the hot, quiet room.

      “We’re not done talking yet, Ms. Mitchell.”

      Her head shot up. For the first time she stared hard at him, forcing herself to notice every little detail of his handsome face. If circumstances had been different…

      “Please excuse me, Mr. Cahill.”

      “Call me Jon. You’re going to see a lot of me in the future.”

      She shot a sharp glare at his calm features, ignoring his smooth-as-silk voice.

      He continued. “I’m not condemning you for carrying my brother’s child. I’m just telling you I will be a part of its life.”

      Necessary Secrets

      Barbara Phinney

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      BARBARA PHINNEY

      Barbara Phinney was born in England and raised in Canada. She has traveled throughout her life, loving to explore the various countries and cultures of the world. After she retired from the Canadian Armed Forces, Barbara turned her hand to romance writing. The thrill of adventure and the love of happy endings, coupled with a too-active imagination, have merged to help her create this and other wonderful stories. Barbara spends her days writing, building her dream home with her husband and enjoying their fast-growing children.

      Dedicated to the soldiers and police officers who have served on United Nations and NATO peacekeeping missions around the world.

      My story is not real, but the dangers these men and women have faced are very real. They’ve kept the peace—sometimes making it first—and they have made those countries safer, especially for the children.

      This author thanks them.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 1

      The small town of Trail, Alberta, always bustled on a Friday. And with a sunny, early-June weekend advancing on the leading edge of a heat wave, the town hummed like a beehive when the canola bloomed.

      Sylvie Mitchell parked her car and walked toward the local medical clinic, or more specifically, the small birthing clinic within it.

      Sometime in December, she thought. Good timing, at least. With the ranch and campground at its slowest, she’d have more time for the baby.

      And by then Andrea would have dragged Dad down to the condo in Mexico, and life would be quiet again.

      After thirteen years in the Canadian Army, quiet sounded pretty good to Sylvie.

      The squeal of tires cut through the stream of street noise, and she snapped her head around.

      One burning, brutal memory bubbled to the surface…. The thick, wet Bosnian snow, the mess of rocks and brush and tree trunks, the strain of dirty brakes as her truck skidded to a slushy stop barely in time. The jolting pop of machine-gun fire. The cold wash of horror as she watched Private Rick Cahill close his eyes for the last time….

      A merry shout answered the squeal. Two teenagers, cutting school, no doubt, threw greetings into Sylvie’s recollection, dissolving it. She blinked and hurried into the clinic.

      The receptionist smiled when she reached the counter.

      “I need to see the doctor,” she told the woman.

      “Is it an emergency? We’re booked until next Wednesday.”

      “Wednesday’s fine.” Sylvie waited for the receptionist to decide on a time.

      The woman glanced up. “What seems to be the problem? Or is it for your yearly exam? I have to allot the right amount of time.”

      Sylvie met the woman’s gaze evenly. She’d seen her around the grocery store and such, but the woman wasn’t a born-and-bred local. She may as well get used to stating her condition. And seeing the look of surprise on the faces of the few friends she had when they subtracted the time she’d been home from how far along she was. “I’m pregnant. Almost twelve weeks. I took a home-pregnancy test this morning.”

      Her words sounded amazingly smooth, considering the turmoil on which they’d ridden free.

      What a shame she couldn’t feel the same placidity about the night of her baby’s conception. Twelve weeks ago, Rick had been alive. In Bosnia, in early spring. What a terrible place and time to conceive a child.

      Tears suddenly welled up and a thick lump of something ripened in her throat. Oh, no! Not here.

      She continued to stare at the receptionist, an overwhelming horror swamping her as she realized she could break down at any moment. All those years running a quartermaster store, all that time in so many war zones, and now she was as tearful as a two-year-old.

      “Here.” The receptionist handed her a tissue.

      Sylvie shook her head. “I don’t need it. It’s just the hormones. I don’t cry.” She wouldn’t cry, either, not now, not ever. She’d been a soldier for thirteen years, done three tours of duty overseas and countless training exercises. She’d been the youngest warrant officer in her unit, and each promotion she’d earned was the result of hard work, not tears.

      Besides, she had the baby to think about—the only thing left of the man who’d known the risks and had still made love to her.

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