Hidden in Shadows. Hope White

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СКАЧАТЬ are you going, Krista? What did you do today? Who did you talk to?

      It wasn’t until she was in her late teens did they explain that the protective habit was born out of love. They loved her so much they didn’t want to see her hurt by a stranger. They’d developed the habit because years ago they’d feared for her safety after her father was killed.

      Agent McIntyre wasn’t motivated by love, but rather by duty. He’d stay over Krista’s garage and unravel this threat before anyone got hurt. She sensed he was a warrior type, a controlling force.

      Krista turned off the kitchen light and headed upstairs. She didn’t want a controlling force in her life. She’d fought long and hard for her independence. She’d practically begged Mom to relocate to Florida with Lenny. Krista didn’t want Mom missing out on wonderful years of retirement with her new husband because she had some irrational fear about Krista being hurt.

      The past was the past, long gone, buried with the news that Dad’s killer had died in prison.

      It had been years since the nightmare resurfaced to haunt Krista. Yet tonight, thanks to a stranger breaking into her house and the DEA agent sleeping in her garage, the violence was back in her life.

      Along with the memories.

      THREE

      The Yates woman might have been exhausted last night, but she woke up with more energy than a kid on a gummy bear high.

      By eight she was out the door, headed to the family tea shop. Luke followed close behind, both to protect her and to look for insight into this woman, her friends and the townspeople. Insight that would give him a clue as to who might be Victor Garcia’s drug mule. The criminal wouldn’t be stupid enough to actually smuggle drugs through Krista’s luggage, would he? No, Luke sensed something else was going on. He just didn’t know what.

      He’d tried talking Krista out of opening the shop today, suggesting she needed a day to recover from her trip. But she was having none of it. She told him this time of year, right before the holidays, people needed the respite from their busy lives to enjoy a cup a tea. She’d said, “It’s not about the tea. It’s about friendship and connections.”

      Two things completely foreign to Luke.

      Sitting in the back of Grace’s Tea Shop, he read the paper to get a handle on the local flavor. He glanced around the shop, painted in pale purple with frilly lace framing the windows. Dainty chairs bordered small, round tables and a lit fireplace took the chill out of the morning air.

      Luke did not belong here. This was a woman’s place, a peaceful place.

      “Coffee?” Krista offered, walking up to him with a pot. She looked enchanting this morning with her long, blond hair pulled back and her cheeks rosy from cooking scones and muffins.

      “I thought you specialized in tea?” he said.

      “I figured you were a coffee kind of guy.”

      “You figured right.”

      He wondered what else she’d figured out about him.

      She poured him a cup and said, “Black, right?”

      He nodded. “I think we should come up with a story about why I’m here at the tea shop.”

      “You’re a customer, simple enough.”

      “I have a feeling I’m not your usual demographic.”

      “I’ve had men in here before.”

      He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

      “Okay, well, not every day, but occasionally.”

      “To ease suspicion, we’ll go with the story that I’m Chief Cunningham’s nephew and you hired me as your temporary handyman.”

      She rested the coffeepot on the table. “I told you, I’m not into lying, especially to my friends.”

      “Then I’ll be the chief’s friend, and you can give me a list of things you need fixed. I’ll be your handyman for real.”

      She narrowed her eyes.

      “What? I’m pretty good with a hammer.” Working on his own house had been cathartic after Karl’s death.

      She placed the coffeepot on the warmer and pulled vegetables from the refrigerator. “I’ll think about it.”

      He could tell the thought of Luke shadowing her, being close, made her uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was a constant reminder of the threat hiding in the shadows, or if it was something else.

      Maybe she sensed the darkness that haunted him and knew instinctively to keep her distance. From him.

      He sipped his coffee and remarked how good it tasted. “What’s in this?”

      “A secret ingredient.” She winked.

      He snapped his attention back to the paper. She was too nice, too gentle and it made him uncomfortable.

      A tall brunette breezed into the back, oblivious to Luke’s presence. The woman was dressed in a tailored suit and high heels. Her perfume filled the kitchen, the smell a sharp contrast to Krista’s subtle floral scent.

      “She’s back!” The brunette rushed to Krista and gave her a hug. “How’d you sleep?”

      “Pretty good.” Krista motioned to Luke. “This is Luke. Luke, this is Natalie.”

      The woman turned to Luke, her eyes flaring with interest.

      Luke stood and extended his hand. “I’m a friend of Chief Cunningham.”

      “Well, hello.”

      They shook hands.

      “How long are you staying in Wentworth?” Natalie asked.

      “Not sure. A few weeks, I guess.”

      “Wonderful.” She winked at Krista.

      Krista blushed. “Knock it off.”

      Could Krista really be that shy and innocent? One more reason Luke should stay close. She’d be an easy target for one of Garcia’s men. Because she coordinated the mission trip, Luke had to assume Garcia’s men would come looking for her first when they got to town. That is, if they weren’t already here.

      Yet if last night’s intruder was with the Garcia operation, he would have done more to Krista than hurdle her and flee the scene.

      A short guy, late thirties, marched into the back of the shop. Busy place, and they weren’t even open for business yet.

      “Krista!” the man said, wrapping his arms around her for a hug. He was either oblivious to Luke or was purposely ignoring him.

      Krista made a face at her girlfriend over the man’s shoulder and broke the hug. “Good to see you, Alan. I’ve got to СКАЧАТЬ