Private Eye Protector. Shirlee McCoy

response to Emma had taught Rayne just how careful she needed to be with her heart. Not just because she didn’t want it broken again, but because she couldn’t risk Emma attaching to a man who would turn his back and walk away when things got tough.

      Rayne closed her eyes, wishing she could block out pain and worry as easily as she could block out the sight of Chance.

      “Good night.” Fingers brushed her cheek, there and gone so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined them. A door opened, cold air whipping into the room before it clicked shut again.

      And then she was alone.

      Just Rayne and her thoughts.

      Fun.

      She shifted so she was lying down, her head on a throw pillow, the blanket clutched around her shoulders.

      She’d wanted her new life to be fun, exciting and filled with adventure, but a car accident, a concussion and amnesia were more of an adventure than she’d bargained for.

      “You could cut me a break, Lord,” she whispered, then became aware of the muted sound of a woman singing drifting into the room.

      Lila singing Emma to sleep?

      It had to be.

      The knowledge warmed her.

      Perhaps her prayer had been answered before she’d even uttered it.

      Rayne had fallen far before she’d moved to Spokane, her once-charmed life crumbling around her. But as she listened to Lila’s quiet singing, felt the comforting warmth of the old farmhouse settling around her, she couldn’t help thinking that in the midst of all the falling, God had found her a very soft place to land.