ALMOST NINE MONTHS PREGNANT AND ON THE RUN...
Staying several moves ahead has kept Troy Weathers alive in the world’s most explosive hot spots. So when this marine learns that Olivia Laughton is being stalked, he immediately takes her and their unborn child on the run. His instincts tell him it will require more than skill to keep them safe—and to prove just how much he wants to stay in their lives.
Olivia has no problem trusting Troy to keep her safe, or following his orders. It’s believing their one night together was more than just a passionate fling that seems riskiest of all. Still, with time running out and an unsuspected enemy closing in, Olivia knows Troy is her best chance at survival...and their baby’s only shot at a promising future.
Troy swept Olivia into his arms. “Get back in the car!”
“Are you all right?” Her eyes were wild. “Tell me you’re all right.”
“Not until you’re in the car.” He shoved her into the backseat and dove in behind her, slamming the door behind him.
She held his face in both her hands. “You scared me half to death.”
“I’ll need to get this suit dry-cleaned for my brother. Other than that, I’m fine.”
Her mouth pressed gently against his. His pulse was still racing. He was breathing hard. The extreme pressure of battle clenched inside him, tying his gut into knots. But the sweetness of her kiss did a lot to ease his tension. Every fight should end with a kiss from a beautiful woman as a reminder of what was really important....
Mummy Midwife
Cassie Miles
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Though born in Chicago and raised in L.A., USA TODAY bestselling author Cassie Miles has lived in Colorado long enough to be considered a semi-native. The first home she owned was a log cabin in the mountains overlooking Elk Creek, with a thirty-mile commute to her work at the Denver Post.
After raising two daughters and cooking tons of macaroni and cheese for her family, Cassie is trying to be more adventurous in her culinary efforts. Ceviche, anyone? She’s discovered that almost anything tastes better with wine. When she’s not plotting Harlequin Intrigue books, Cassie likes to hang out at the Denver Botanical Gardens near her high-rise home.
To Christine Jorgensen and the Monday Think Tank.
And, as always, to Rick.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Olivia Laughton—Eight and a half months pregnant, the midwife is about to become a mommy.
Troy Weathers—The baby’s father wants to marry Olivia but isn’t ready to give up his career as a marine captain in special ops.
Alex Weathers—Troy’s brother is a doctor who works in the E.R. and at a homeless clinic.
Bianca Laughton—Olivia’s sister, a lawyer, is on her way toward partnership in her firm.
Richard and Sharon Laughton—Olivia’s diplomat parents have kept their life-changing secret for years.
Sergeant Blaine Nelson—Troy’s second-in-command is running the show on the investigation into a terrorist cell code named Hatari.
Kruger—A legendary undercover operative who entered the U.S. more than twenty years ago has linked with the Hatari terrorists.
Prince Amir—The powerful Saudi prince is attracted to Bianca.
Matthew Clark—A top executive in an oil company, he is a client of Bianca’s law firm and a man with many secrets.
Jarvis Raines—A former client of Olivia’s, he blames her for the death of his baby.
Carol Raines—The trauma of losing her baby propelled her to help others at the homeless clinic run by Alex.
Contents
Prologue
Cold and alone, Olivia Laughton shuffled aimlessly through the dark streets of Denver. A stiff November wind rattled the last of the dead, dry leaves clinging to the branches, and she clutched the broken zipper on the front of her borrowed sweatshirt, a navy blue rag she’d discovered in the hospital lost and found office. She’d left her bloodstained parka behind.
She couldn’t throw away her memories so easily. In horrible detail, she recalled the scene of the car accident in the mountains, the chopper that brought her and the victims into town and the E.R. staff who told her there was nothing more she could do for them. There was always something more. She was a nurse. She should have tried one more procedure. She should have found a way to save them.
A sob crawled up her throat but she was too numb to make a sound. All she could do was keep walking, step after step, mile after mile. If she stood still, the gathering sorrow