Single mother, Abby Hughes is no stranger to
heartache. After her firefighter husband was killed doing what he loved, she
was forced to become both mother and father to her two boys. Working as a real
estate agent in the family business, Abby has been entrusted to land one of the
biggest sales the firm has ever had. The town of Keaton needs Criswell
Industries to open their new factory there to boost its dwindling economy.
Excerpt:
Caleb peered
through night vision binoculars at the beautiful brunette walking to the silver
Lexus. Memories of recon missions in Iraq and Afghanistan flashed in his mind.
The difference now was he didn't get paid nearly enough, and instead of gaining
intelligence of what the insurgents were up to, he was doing surveillance for
an overly protective father.
A car engine soared
to life nearby. Shifting the binoculars up the deserted street, he spotted a
dark green four-door sedan pull quickly from the curve without its lights. What's this joker up to? Caleb looked
back at the woman. In one hand, she held a phone to her ear, the other rummaged
through her purse. Come on lady pay
attention.
Caleb moved from
behind the tree and started towards her. The always-present ache in his right
thigh began to throb. He ignored it and took off in a lop-sided run. The green
sedan sped towards her.
He knew he wasn't
going to make it. "Get out of the way!"
The woman sprinted
to the front of the Lexus.
The black-tinted
glass on the sedan slid down, revealing a flash of silver.
Caleb dove at her
waist and tackled her to the ground.
Pop… Pop… then the
sound of breaking glass.
Caleb glanced up at
the fleeing car and caught a glimpse of the dark ski mask as the car
disappeared around the corner.
The woman shook
violently in his arms. He helped her up and guided her to a wooden bench a few
feet from her car. "You okay?"
She nodded her
head, looking at him with a blank stare. Removing his cellphone from his jeans
pocket, he dialed 9-1-1.
Within minutes, two
patrol cars came to a screeching halt in front of them. "Anyone
hurt?" the older of the two police officers asked.
"She's shaken
but unharmed."
"Did you get a
good look at the car?"
"It was a dark
green Camry. Four-door. I didn't get a tag number."
"I'll put a
BOLO out on it."
The younger officer
sat beside her. "Are you alright, Abby?"
"Yeah."
She smoothed her hand over her grey slacks and looked up at Caleb. "Thanks
to you."
"I was just in
the right place at the right time."
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