Author: Janie Crouch
from any threat…
But what if the biggest threat is him?
no other options. Here, she was always the shy, stuttering girl, invisible to
created a company—Linear Tactical—to teach those skills to others, so they
never have to live in fear.
never been far from his mind. And fix the mistakes—his mistakes—that
put that look there in the first place.
skills will become much more than lessons…
two,” Anne told Zac, looking away. She had booked a room out of Oak Creek both
times she’d dared come back. The thought of staying at The Mayor’s Inn had been
too painful. She couldn’t even look at that hotel without feeling sick to her
possible. Just in case his words about not coming back were still true. She
tried to swallow the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. Maybe he still
felt that way now, even though he hadn’t said anything at the hospital.
your eyes. I saw it at the hospital. It’s like you’re afraid of me, Annie.” He
took a step closer and she instinctively one back. One of his eyebrows shot up,
letting her know she’d proved his point. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
that way, despite having five inches and probably fifty pounds—all muscle—on
with them ignoring everything that had happened that night. What had been said.
What had been done. Maybe she would’ve tried to, and to avoid Zac forever, if
he hadn’t ended up in her ER.
for her to jump into. She was going to run into Zac. A lot.
know you would never hurt me physically. For crying out loud, you wrecked your
motorcycle rather than hit a dog.” She’d meant for her laugh to seem breezy,
but it just sounded stilted. “But yeah, I mean, we can’t pretend like that
night never happened. The stuff we did. Stuff you…we said.”
line is, I can’t leave here, Zac. No matter what you said then, or even if you
feel the same way now.”
leave. You’re obviously a respected doctor, more than competent. Why would you
think I wanted you to leave?”
the ER began to ease. He was right. Something said in grief and anger six years
ago didn’t necessarily hold true all this time later. She was silly for
thinking it did. “Okay, well, it’s good to know you don’t feel the same as you
did back then.”
again. “I said something that night to make you think you needed to leave?”
fish. “You don’t remember what you said?”
only person in this town who ever wanted you here.
clothes at her.
that seemed to have dried up.
at all. It’s sort of a blur.”
most important night of her life. The best. The worst. It had changed the very
fabric of her being.
bestselling author Janie Crouch writes what she loves to read: passionate
romantic suspense. She is a winner and/or finalist of multiple
romance literary awards including the Golden Quill Award for Best Romantic
Suspense, the National Reader’s Choice Award, and the RITA© Award by the
Romance Writers of America.
recently relocated with her husband and their four teenagers to Germany (due to
her husband’s job as support for the U.S. Military), after living in Virginia for
nearly 20 years. When she’s not listening to the voices in her head—and even
when she is—she enjoys engaging in all sorts of crazy adventures (200-mile
relay races; Ironman Triathlons, treks to Mt. Everest Base Camp)
traveling, and movies of all kinds.