HER MISSING MEMORIES COULD BLOW THEIR CASE WIDE OPEN
Although a missing Annie Harlowe and her entire family were at the forefront of a Cooper Security investigation, Wade Cooper never expected to stumble upon the half-conscious beauty in his own backyard. Thankfully, Annie had somehow escaped her captors. Unfortunately, she had no memory of the past three weeks. Before long, the memories slowly began to returnand the threats to her life turned deadlier. And although her well-being was becoming more than just an assignment, Annies safety remained the battle-scarred marines top priority. Still, for a man whod avoided the risks a relationship was bound to bring, could Wade really walk away once this case was closed? And what could his future possibly hold if he did?
Were a pair, she said with a smile. Youre all bitter and gimpy, and Im muddle-headed and weak as a kitten.
He laughed aloud, as if surprised by her blunt candor. Bitter and gimpy, huh? He pushed away from the tree trunk and patted the pistol he had tucked into a waistband holster attached to his jeans. Well, thats where the Glock comes in handy. The great equalizer.
She eyed the gun, realizing for the first time that shed allowed herself to go out in the woods alone with an armed stranger. Just how desperate had she become to find someone to trust?
Even now, with the possibility of treachery placed firmly in her head, she didnt feel afraid of Wade Cooper. Every instinct she had told her he was one of the good guys.
But could she really trust her instincts, with so much of her memory missing?
Secret Keeper
Paula Graves
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alabama native Paula Graves wrote her first book, a mystery starring herself and her neighborhood friends, at the age of six. A voracious reader, Paula loves books that pair tantalizing mystery with compelling romance. When shes not reading or writing, she works as a creative director for a Birmingham advertising agency and spends time with her family and friends. She is a member of Southern Magic Romance Writers, Heart of Dixie Romance Writers and Romance Writers of America.
Paula invites readers to visit her website, www.paulagraves.com .
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Annie HarloweThe D.C.-based reporter has no memory of the past three weeks of her life, or what happened to her parents, who had disappeared with her. Now Wade Cooper says she can trust him to keep her safe. But how can she trust anyone?
Wade CooperA war injury has left the former marine feeling like anything but a hero, but when a kidnapped woman escapes her captors and needs his help just to stay alive, can Wade rediscover his inner warrior?
General Emmett HarloweThe air force general was one of three generals in charge of a dangerous peacekeeping mission in a war-plagued country in Central Asia. Are the national security secrets he possesses the reason for his recent abduction? Or does it have something to do with a mysterious coded journal?
General Edward RossThe late army general kept a coded journal during his last few years of service. Now a whole lot of dangerous people want to get their hands on the journal. What secrets does it contain?
Security Services Unit (SSU)MacLear Securitys secret unit disbanded when the company fell to scandal. But many of the operatives are still working as mercenaries, with no moral code to guide them besides greed, making them extremely dangerous.
Jesse CooperWades brother is determined to figure out the secrets in the coded journal, certain the answer could help protect the country against dangerous forces aligned against it. But how far will he go, what will he risk, for the answers?
Evie MarshThe daughter of U.S. Marine Corps general Baxter Marsh is convinced her father holds a key to the coded journal. But can she convince her stubborn parent to share what he knows with Cooper Security?
For my fellow Intrigue authors,
who are a fine bunch of writers and an endless source
of encouragement, experience and support.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Excerpt
Chapter One
Stars glittered across the vast wasteland spreading in front of her, blurred by the rain pouring down her face and into her eyes.
No, she thought, struggling for lucidity. Not stars. Couldnt be stars. Not on the ground.
Water. Must be water.
Water. Water everywhere....
A large, dark shape loomed ahead, slumbering in the downpour. No lights there, she thought bleakly. Just a hulking black nothing that should have been her salvation.
Marsh. The name came to her fuzzy brain, clawing for a foothold. General Marsh. Get General Marsh. General Marsh can help.
But General Marsh wasnt home.
She stumbled forward, coming to a stop only when she crashed sideways into the rough clapboard siding of the dark, silent house.
Maybe they were sleeping.
Her eyes drifted shut. Sleep. She needed sleep.
Some remnant of purpose slithered like a serpent deep inside her, jerking her back to unwanted consciousness. Her head throbbed in protest, but she pushed to her feet and weaved across the soggy ground to the front of the house.
The porch was wide but low slung, accessible by a couple of stumbling steps upward. She landed with a half tumble and caught herself on the old cane-bottomed rocker sitting by the front wall. Somehow avoiding an ungainly slump to the floor, she banged three times on the door. Cheek pressed against the solid wood, she listened for any sounds of movement from inside.
She heard nothing.
Tears burned her aching eyes, but she blinked them back, telling herself it was only the rain. Harlowes didnt cry.
She banged her hand against the door again with a sobbing gasp.
No answer.
She shoved away from the door, swaying toward the porch stairs. As she gripped the slick railing, the world seemed to twirl around her for a moment. Somehow, she made it safely to the bottom step.
But she didnt see the flagstone hidden in the rain-washed gloom.
Her toe caught the edge of the stone and she pitched forward. She tried to catch herself but her hand slipped on the wet grass and she hit hard, headfirst, on another flat stone.
Pain arced through her with a shower of bright sparkles. She pressed her hand to the side of her forehead and felt warm liquid mingling with the cold rain.
In the low light gleaming off the water, she saw rivulets of darkness spreading over her pale fingers. As she stared at the confusing sight, another drop of blackness splashed onto her palm. She had to wipe it off.
She dug her hands in the pockets of her jeans. The left side was empty, but in the right, she felt something thin and silky stuffed down into the bottom. She pulled it free and found herself holding a scarf.
It belonged to her mother. What was she doing with her mothers scarf?
She wiped her hand on it and pushed unsteadily to her feet, turning a full circle, taking in the unfamiliar world. There was water behind her. A house in front of her.
Why was she at the lake? Why was she standing in the rain?
A cottony sensation filled her head, as if the contents of her skull were too large to be contained. She shook her head and the world started to spiral around her again.
Okay. No more shaking her head. She started toward the steps but stopped at the base, staring at the dark facade.
Nobodys home, she thought.
She wasnt sure how she knew it, but she did.
From somewhere not too far away came a noise. A car door, opening and closing. Footsteps crunching on a gravel drive. Even through the drumbeat of rain, the sound seemed clear and ominous.
Someone was near.
Hide.
She staggered away from the house, away from the lake. The woods thickened behind the lake house, rising toward the lowering clouds overhead. She was in the mountains.
An image of another house filled her mind. A sprawling pine cabin in the middle of the north Georgia mountains, where her parents were waiting.
She had to get there. They needed her.
Why did they need her?
Water slid into her eyes. She wiped it away, blinking at the blurry world around her. She had to get up the mountain.
Heading for the tree line, she stumbled as her feet caught in the underbrush. She caught herself on the trunk of a nearby pine, the rough bark scraping her palms, and somehow remained upright. But only for a few seconds. The next time the tangled vines of the forest floor ensnared her feet, she went down hard, landing on a bed of pine straw and mud.
She stared at the sideways world and saw only an alien landscape, full of mysteries and monsters. She closed her eyes, shutting everything out.
Slowly, blessedly, the world went away.
* * *
H E WASN T GOING TO check the back door. The damned cat didnt belong to him. It was just a stray cat that hung around the house looking for scraps. Yeah, it came inside pretty regularly these days, but it had lived out in the rain for God knew how long before showing up on the back doorstep. The cat could surely handle a little September rainstorm.
Wade Cooper sank deeper in his recliner and tried to focus on the well-worn Dick Francis novel hed been attempting to read for the past hour, ever since he got home from a long day at the office. But the moan of the wind in the trees outside conspired with the rattle of rain on his roof to draw his attention to the back door.
Ah, hell. It wouldnt hurt to take a quick look to see if the scruffy old tom was shivering on the back porch.
Rain blew in when he opened the door, a fine, cool mist reminding him fall had arrived, with winter just around the corner. A couple of years ago, Gossamer Ridge had seen near-record amounts of snowfall for an area that rarely saw the cold white stuff, and forecasters were hinting that another bad winter could be on the way.
Maybe he could coax the cat to stay inside more when the weather got cooler. Maybe feed him twice a day instead of once, and get him some toys to play with
He stopped himself midthought.
Hes not your cat. He probably has a home and just mooches from everybody else in the area.
Nobody else in the neighborhood had claimed him, but who would? The wiry tom was missing the tip of his left ear and he had extra toes on each foot. Plus, he ate like a horse and stole everything he could get his mouth around. Unfortunately, hed decided that Wade deserved to be the recipient of his purloined bounty, which meant once a week, Wade took a basket full of the cats haul around the neighborhood so people could reclaim the stolen socks, shoes, lawn tools and, on one humiliating occasion, a pair of womens thong underwear.
Ernie? he called to the darkness, peering through the rainy gloom.
There was no movement outside in response.
The hum of his cell phone vibrating on the coffee table gave him something else to think about. He shut out the rain and grabbed the phone. His brother Jesses name stared back at him on the display. Hey, Jesse.
Just got in from Georgia. No luck. His brother sounded tired. Cooper Security had recently joined the hunt for Air Force General Emmett Harlowe, his wife, Cathy, and their grown daughter, Annie, whod disappeared almost three weeks earlier from their vacation cabin in the north Georgia mountains near Dahlonega. Jesse had spent the last three days in north Georgia, following up the dwindling leads.
The Harlowes couldnt have disappeared into thin air. Wade sank into his chair again, grimacing at the twinge in his bum knee. Their cabin wasnt that isolated, was it?
Its pretty far off the beaten track, Jesse admitted. Nearest cabin is over a mile away. The last time anyone remembered seeing any of them was August nineteenth. Thats several days before they were reported missing.
No surveillance cameras in the area? Wade asked.
The police have checked every place in a fifty-mile radius.
Have you tried talking to General Marsh again?
Jesses grim silence was an answer in itself. When he finally spoke, it was in a low growl. He wont take my calls.
Surely hell take Evies.
I dont want to put her in the middle between the company and her father, Jesse said firmly. I hired her for her accounting skills, not her relationship to Rita. And definitely not because of her father.