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Автор: B.J. Daniels
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isbn: 9781408924709
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       Just the sight of her still stirred a desire in him like no woman ever had.

      Her hair was still the color of sunshine, and he knew the feel of it between his fingers the same way he knew the feel of her skin beneath his lips.

      “It was good to see you,” he said. Good and painful.

      “You, too, Jace” She studied him for a moment, her smile rueful.

      As he watched her walk away, he felt all those old feelings rush at him like fighter planes.

      He turned toward his rental SUV, and told himself as he had twelve years ago that he would have hurt her worse if he’d married her and stayed in Whitehorse.

      As he reached for his keys, he felt it again. That insane sensation that someone was watching him.

      He thought for a moment that he’d imagined the feeling of being watched … but across the street was a silver SUV like the one he’d rented. And someone was sitting behind the wheel, watching his every move …

      About the Author

      BJ DANIELS wrote her first book after a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist and author of thirty-seven published short stories. That first book, Odd Man Out, received a four-and-a-half star review from RT Book Reviews and went on to be nominated for Best Intrigue for that year. Since then she has won numerous awards, including a career achievement award for romantic suspense and many nominations and awards for best book.

      Daniels lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, and two springer spaniels, Spot and Jem. When she isn’t writing, she snowboards, camps, boats and plays tennis. Daniels is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, International Thriller Writers, Kiss of Death and Romance Writers of America.

      To contact her, write to BJ Daniels, PO Box 1173, Malta, MT 59538, USA, or e-mail her at bjdaniels@mtintouch. net. Check out her website at www.bjdaniels.com.

      High-Calibre Christmas

      BJ Daniels

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      This book is for E-dub of Laramie, Wyo.

      He knows why.

       Chapter One

      Jace Dennison saw the woman staring at him as he took a seat to wait for his flight to Montana. He immediately opened the book he’d picked up to avoid being forced to talk to anyone.

      But as he did, the letter from his mother fell out. Jace felt a wave of guilt along with grief as he bent to pick it up. If only he had read it and been able to return to Montana before it was too late.

      Unsteadily, he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. What surprised him was that it wasn’t one of her usual cheerful letters that ended with “I hope you can come home” for whatever birthday, holiday or other event.

      No, this letter was different. There was an urgency in her words. She must have known she was dying. Jace read the letter again. Over the years, he had managed to make it home for his mother’s birthday and a few other occasions … though not many, he thought with regret.

      What bothered him about this letter was what his mother wasn’t saying. Apparently, there was something she needed to tell him, something that had weighed heavily on her for years, making him even more convinced that she’d known she was dying. Why hadn’t she let him know before it was too late?

      He studied the letter and frowned. His mother almost made it sound as if she had a secret. Jace found that hard to believe. Marie Dennison wasn’t the kind of woman who could keep a deep, dark secret, especially not from her only child. Not that cheerful, loving woman who’d raised him after his father had died. She’d already raised her younger brother, Audie.

      But what had set off alarms was that his mother had insisted that she needed to tell him in person.

      With growing regret, he realized he might never know what that secret was. When he’d landed in Miami, he’d been notified by his superior that there had been another tragedy at home. His uncle Audie Dennison had apparently been killed. The details were sketchy.

      All Jace knew was that he was going home to bury the only family he had left—and he hadn’t been there when they had needed him the most.

      “Excuse me.”

      He looked up and was surprised to see it was the same woman who’d been staring at him earlier. She appeared to be close to his own age, early thirties, a petite, slight woman with dark hair cut in a chin-length bob. Her wide brown eyes had a haunted look to them in a face that was painfully beautiful.

      “Excuse me,” she repeated, her voice soft and apologetic. “I hate to bother you, but you look so much like my late husband. My husband’s name was Carris. John Carris.”

      He smiled sympathetically. “No, I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’ve never heard the name before.”

      She nodded, looking disappointed. “I was so sure …” Her gaze moved over the contours of his face. “You look so much like him you could be brothers.” She quickly took a step back. “My mistake. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

      “It was no bother. I’m sorry to hear about your husband.” It was clear that her loss had been recent.

      “Thank you.” She turned and walked away.

      He stared after her for a moment, sympathizing with her in a way she would never know. Several people sitting nearby had been watching him and the woman, he realized, but they soon went back to what they had been doing.

      Jace glanced again at the letter he’d been reading before she’d approached him then carefully put it into his jacket pocket.

      As his flight was called, he rose to join the line of people preparing to board—and hesitated. Ahead of him, the widow Carris showed the attendant her boarding pass, and Jace had the strangest sense of foreboding.

      He’d stayed alive this long by trusting his instincts.

      “Sir?” the man said behind him when he failed to move forward.

      “Sorry,” Jace said as he stepped aside to pretend to dig out his boarding pass, knowing he couldn’t trust his emotions right now. Not having just recently lost not only his mother, but also his uncle. Not with that letter in his pocket worrying him.

      He’d never been afraid of flying—not even after his recent jungle crash, which had left him badly injured. He’d flown hundreds of times in planes that had looked as if they wouldn’t get off the ground, into and out of countries where he wasn’t welcome.

      What was there to fear flying home to Montana in this 777 on such a beautiful day? Hell, it wasn’t even snowing yet, and it was November.

      As he watched Mrs. Carris disappear down the tunnel to the plane, the attendant announced final call for the flight to Billings, Montana.

      Jace swore and did something he hoped he wouldn’t regret. For the first time in years, he didn’t listen to his instincts. The last time had been when he’d left the woman he had been about to marry to go to work as an undercover operative for the government.

      Taking out his boarding pass, he tried not to limp as he headed for the plane unable to shake his bad feeling. As he caught up with Mrs. Carris, he hoped uncharitably that they wouldn’t be sitting near each other.

      The last thing he needed was to talk about death for the whole flight. He wondered idly why she was going to Montana.

      As he limped down the aisle to his seat, his injured leg bothering him more all of a sudden, he couldn’t help being relieved