A sneak peek 𫣠at False Evidence & more
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The screaming continued, making JT wonder how such a small child had the lung capacity and decibel range.
âHey there. Uh. GemmaâŚIâmâŚUncle JT.â Should he call himself uncle? That was what Grace called him, but he actually was her uncle. Sort of.
The screaming continued, only pausing when she drew air into what must be magic lungs. Between screams, she hiccuped and cried, âMommy! Mommy!â
âIâm your mommyâs friend.â Not really, but once upon a time, theyâd been the center of each otherâs world.
âRemember when Auntie Erica told you about me?â
Of course she didnât. Sheâd been half-asleep. And she was only whatâŚa year old? Wait, he knew her birthdate. Heâd needed it for the trust. She was born in September of last year, making her a year and three months old now.
Was she still a baby or was that a toddler? Heâd forgotten to ask Erica if she could walk. Felt like something he ought to know.
He tried to remember the soft tone Lee used with Grace. Was that how he should talk to Gemma?
Did he even know how to make his voice sound like that?
âSoâŚughâŚâ He pitched his voice higher. âSweetie. You need to stop crying.â
The sound she made⌠Were his ears bleeding?
He debated pulling over, but a car pulled over on the side of the highway at nearly five in the morningâŚit would get attention sooner rather than later.
He steeled himself against the onslaught to his ears and took the next exit. He followed the signs to the nearest gas station, then pulled up to a pump.
He didnât need gas, but he didnât want to look suspicious. He twisted in his seat and faced the child who was strapped in the middle of the backseat.
âHey, kid,â he said softly. âYouâre okay. Iâm going to take care of you for a few days.â
Tears dripped down pudgy baby cheeks. Heâd thought she was cute when she was sleeping. His heart had done a weird kind of twist when he saw her hair was blonde like her momâs.
This was Alexandraâs baby daughter.
He thought of the woman who would always have his heart and took a deep breath. He thought of the quiet moments when theyâd snuggled on the couch and heâd held her and known paradise. With thoughts of Lex in his mind, he found a softer register and said, âHey, cutie pie. Iâm sorry your mommy isnât here, but Uncle JT is going to take good care of you.â
She paused in her shrieking, but her chin still quivered. âMommy?â
âSheâs going to come home as soon as she can. Promise, honey.â
âPanny?â
JT scanned the backseat and didnât see the stuffed bear. He unbuckled his seat belt, climbed from the SUV, and opened the rear door.
Panny had escaped to the floor. He scooped up the bear and handed it to her. She sniffled as she held it to her chest andâŚnibbled on an ear, which might have made him shudder a bit.
His car was clean, but what if she dropped the toy on the Metro? Or in on a station platform?
Gross.
How had humans survived as a species?
âHungy,â she said.
He had baby food, but he couldnât exactly sit in the gas station parking lot and feed the kid orange goo. This was a Lexus with leather seats. But more important, he supposed, was the fact that someone might spot them. Thanks to the surveillance detection route, they were still more than an hour from the gate to the Catoctin cabin.
It was still dark. Surely, Alexandra didnât feed the girl at five in the morning. She drank milk, not formula⌠That meant sheâd been weaned, right?
He paused, wondering if Lex had nursed her daughter. Erica had nursed Grace, but Mara hadnât been able to nurse her son, if he remembered correctly. Heâd tried to avoid those conversations, but once two couples in a friend circle had kids, it was baby, baby, baby all the time.
Now Isabel was pregnant, heâd lose Alec to the proud-dad club in the spring. He gave thanks that Keith and Trina had no plans to procreate.
They were his people.
Available December 19th!Holidays can be deadly. Alexandra Vargas hasnât spoken to JT Talon in seven years. Sheâs moved on from the heartbreak, and now has the babyâand lifeâshe always wanted. But everything changes on a cold December evening when a traffic stop goes horribly wrong, and Alexandra finds herself on the run with only one possible place to hide: JTâs remote mountain cabin, the same place where, eleven years ago, she broke their engagement a week before the wedding. JT must face his worst nightmare when he learns that not only is the love of his life a fugitive from the police, but also he must now step up and smuggle the child he never wanted to safety. Past and present collide as JT and Alexandra struggle to find their way back to each other and heal the rift that has long separated them. But their past still threatens their future, and no one is safe until the truth behind every deception is revealed. âď¸ Holiday Postcard Sign Up âď¸âď¸ Last Chance - List closes on Thanksgiving âď¸Would you like to receive a holiday postcard from me with original artwork by my incredibly talented daughter? All you have to do is fill out a Google Form. The first 500 people to sign up will get a card. Available to everyone with a snail mail address, including readers outside the US.
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