Whirlwind Baby. Debra Cowan

of the corner of his eye.

      Someone—some man—had obviously hit her before. Who? When? Was that why she was here? Was she running from someone?

      Jake didn’t want any trouble, didn’t need to get involved in someone else’s trouble. He was involved in plenty of his own.

      But he couldn’t forget the paralyzing fear he’d seen in her face, her eyes. Jake cursed under his breath. He could shine it up any way he wanted, but he was involved.