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Risk of a Lifetime
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: JB wondered what the hell had just transpired with the doctor, but some things weren’t his business. One thing for sure, though, he didn’t plan to leave town until the robbery and shooting were well on their way to being solved. Even if it meant staying around longer than he’d planned. That would give him time to consider which job to take next. The police department he’d applied to in Texas? Or the covert ops he’d been asked to be a part of a few months back? Both thought he was good enough. Both wanted him. And both locations would keep him away from Crayton…and the only woman who’d ever made him smile morning and night. Only Marcy hadn’t been strong enough to let go of her father’s death and face the fact JB’s job would always be in law enforcement. Too bad they hadn’t realized the fact before they were married. Would have saved a lot of heartbreak on both sides. “Where’s Marcy?” he asked. The doctor grabbed the forms and headed down the hall. “They should be rolling her into surgery about now.” JB charged past him. Past the nurses’ station. Past Truman, Marcy’s stepfather. Past a waiting room full of familiar faces. He had to see Marcy, touch her. Later, if she didn’t remember him being there, that would be okay. He’d know. He could live with knowing. She might not be his wife but keeping her alive and well was his top priority the next few days. A gurney edged out of her hospital room. “Hold up!” JB shouted to the orderly. Grasping her hand, his breaths came ragged—and not from the short sprint down the hall—as he stroked wisps of hair from her forehead. Damn, even the antiseptic smell of the hospital couldn’t cover the remembered scent of her jasmine shampoo. He leaned in close. “How you doing, sugar?” “I’m cold.” Her eyes fluttered open. “It hurts. A lot.” “Doc Crowley’s going to fix that.” The orderly tried to move the gurney forward, but JB braced it in place with his body. His lips brushed her temple. “Oh, Marcy. Marcy, Marcy, Marcy.” “JB.” She opened her eyes full force. “Why’d you leave?” Give her the truth. Tell her how much her words made you feel you weren’t good enough for her. How you couldn’t stand to see her frightened for you every day you left for work as a lawman. Or that you needed to prove something to yourself. No. This wasn’t the time or place. Maybe it never would be. “Because you let me go.” He swallowed hard then brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Don’t forget you’re the one who locked me out.” Her eyes closed and her breathing weakened. “Why’d you send the divorce papers?” He needed her answer. Needed to know what or who had taken his place. “I figured you’d get mad and come back…and we’d be like before.” She loosened the hold on his hand. “Didn’t work. You never came back.” Like before? They’d been young and naive. Not anymore. He’d developed an edge that went with the job. One she’d never be able to understand. And her? From the letters Sadie sent him, Marcy had regrouped and moved forward. But she’d still never left Crayton except to go to college. Like before? Nothing could ever be like before. A nurse opened the doors to surgery, and the orderly pushed Marcy into the cool hallway. The doors slowly closed back into place. He braced his head against the doorframe. A whole lot had happened in the last eight hours since he drove back into Crayton. One hell of a lot.
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1 Comment
Sue G.
2/10/2023 09:31:48 am
Sounds like a fun, exciting read. Thanks Leave a Reply. |
