When Inessa Regan gets a pink slip, laid off from her law firm at the age of 42, without prospects she’s sure her life is over. She hides from the world, until her neighbor brings her a client, a young Iraq war veteran dying of cancer.
Kurt Lowdon only wants to make sure his affairs are in order should the worst happen, but meeting Inessa gives him encouragement on the road to recovery. His quest to help her realize her self-worth leads them into dangers they never expected, as horrors from the war and long-hidden family secrets come back to haunt them.
Returning to the dock after a glorious hour’s cruise that she’d
donated to herself and to life, she couldn’t seem to get the smile off her face as she drove back along Liberty Avenue to the East Side.
She wasn’t intending to work, just to stop and pick up some files to take home for later, and also to share her day with Kurt. He’d appreciate it.
She stopped at Panera to get a frozen mocha for herself and iced green tea infused with passion fruit and papaya for Kurt and continued to the office. Arms full, she breezed through the front door then skidded to a stop as two guns pointed in her direction.
Kurt’s quick yell from somewhere she couldn’t see brought the gun-barrels’ aim to the floor, and she stepped back, knees weak, to lean against the wall. Rafe and Tommy Lee didn’t move from their defensive position near the door to her office. Kurt appeared and spoke quietly to them; they returned to his area in the rear.
“I’m really sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, his tone showing he knew she wasn’t. He took the drinks from her trembling hands and set them on the desk in the waiting room. “Good thing we don’t have a secretary yet. She might be a little twitchy.”
His grin failed to reassure her.
“What the hell was that?”
“Just getting the last touches on for tomorrow night. Is one of these for me?” He took the green tea.
“You’re going to shoot them?”
She peeled herself off the wall and set down her briefcase. She felt like hitting him with it, digging her teeth into her lower lip, not wanting to confront him. What the hell kind of greeting was that for an office? What if it had been a client instead of her? Fear kicking up her irritation, the question escaped anyway.
“What the hell is going on here?”
BIO: Alana Lorens has been a published writer for more than forty years. Currently a resident of Asheville, North Carolina, she loves her time in the smoky blue mountains. One of her novellas, THAT GIRL’S THE ONE I LOVE, is set in the city of Asheville during the old Bele Chere festival. She lives with her daughter, who is the youngest of her seven children, two crotchety old cats, and five kittens of various ages.
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