Memories of one magical night had kept Evan Jorgenson sane during his tour in Iraq. When he meets Cassie Hamilton again in Lake Placid, he yearns to pick up where they left off. She deserves more than a shell-shocked soldier. But Cassie’s in danger, and in order to keep her safe, he’s jeopardizing not only his job as a NYS police officer, but a dream promotion. If only she’d talk about what happened in L.A… After three years away, the spunky, young chocolatier is back in Dewitt, NY rebuilding her life in order to regain custody of her young daughter. But Cassie has a secret bigger than nibbling chocolate kisses while she works. When Evan discovers her terrible secret, can he put aside his pride and find the sweetest thing of all, true love, or will he leave her forever?
"Let's stay here and wait," he said gently.
She pushed back from his chest and swatted away the open arms he re-offered. "No. I don't want to stay here. I want to walk back." Her door opened and slammed shut before he could protest. The back door flung open.
To get the damn backpack.
He got out of the car. "Leave the backpack," he said sternly.
"I'm not leaving my gear. Anyone can come down this road and break into your car." She tugged the backpack halfway out.
That lit his temper. "No one is going to come down this road. It isn't even on the map. I don't know what possessed Karl to build a summer home in such a God-forsaken place."
Before he could rant further, mostly from embarrassment that he'd run out of gas, he heard the sound of breaking glass.
"Shots! Heads down."
Two more shots pinged the Jeep as he dove to her side of the car. He covered her with his body as three more shots fired. A ping breezed next to his ear.
He flattened her to the ground and jerked his gun from his ankle holster. "Stay low, as low as you can. I want you to run until I tell you to stop," he commanded, then he pointed her westward into the dense field of goldenrod. Wide-eyed she nodded then her sneakers kicked back sand.
He waited until she disappeared between the stalks to fire off a few shots, but stopped, thinking one might ricochet off a rock and hit Cassie. His hand stretched up to the open car door and in one motion, yanked the backpack though the door.
In a dead run, he took off after her.