Christmas In Hiding. Cate Nolan

things could change.

      “I’d prefer to hit the road and get out of here,” Jackson said. “But I think we’d better stay and answer some questions. We don’t want the sheriff tailing us, too.”

      Callie nodded. Her heart was still racing too fast for her to form an answer.

      “Just stay here while I—”

      Callie reached and grabbed his arm. Panic was beginning to settle over her now that the immediate danger was past. “Please, don’t leave me.”

      Jackson’s gaze softened. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anyplace. I’m just going to stand outside the car so the officer can find me.” He got out and rooted around in the trunk before unlocking her door. “Here, have some water and try to relax.”

      He crouched beside her seat. “You’re safe now.” He waited until she looked at him, until she let his assurances wash over her.

      “Okay.” She nodded. “I’ll work on believing that.”

      He winked at her. “That’s my Callie girl.”

      She gave him a feeble smile, then winced as pain rocketed through her jaw. He tilted her chin and stroked a finger over the sore spot.

      “We’ve got to get some ice for that bruise. Do you want a paramedic?”

      “No. I’ll be fine.”

      Jackson stood, closed and locked the door with his key fob, and leaned against the car, waiting for the sheriff’s deputy to come speak to him.

      Inside the car, Callie forced herself to take deep, calming breaths, but this time her heart was racing as much from his endearment as from her near kidnapping. His Callie girl. No one had ever called her anything like that before.

      It didn’t mean anything. He was just caught up in the moment of worrying about her and feeling protective. That was okay. It still felt nice to have someone care for her.

      Once Callie calmed down, it didn’t take long for her to grow restless. She started to get out of the car, but seeing Jackson in the middle of a serious-looking conversation with the local police officer, she decided to wait. What were they saying? Didn’t they need to talk to her? She’d been the victim, after all.

      But what should she say? What was Jackson saying? This was witness protection—not an ordinary crime. How much would a marshal give away in a situation like this? She’d have to remember to ask Jackson so she didn’t make any mistakes about it next time.

      Next time. The thought hit Callie squarely in the chest.

      She started to tremble as she acknowledged the simple truth. There was always going to be a next time. Despite Jackson’s reassurances, she wasn’t safe and she never would be again.

      How many times did she have to be reminded?

      Her breath came short and fast as waves of heat rolled over her. The air in the car was suddenly stifling. She lifted her hair and rolled it into a bun, trying to keep the damp mass off her neck. She tried to roll the window down, but the power switch didn’t work with the car off so she rested her cheek against the window, hoping the chilled glass would cool her. Please hurry, Jackson.

      She closed her eyes a moment and concentrated on breathing slowly, in and out, in and out. She opened her eyes to check on Jackson just in time to come face-to-face with one of her kidnappers as he was dragged off by the police. Their gazes met for just one second—one interminable second of staring into the face of someone who wanted her dead. The look in his eyes was lethal. Heat switched to chills. Goose bumps rose along every inch of skin as Callie shivered uncontrollably. She let her hair back down and wrapped it like a shawl, huddling into the door, trying to curl in on herself as despair swamped her.

      Lord, help me. Help me to find Your purpose in all of this. I am Your servant, Lord. I am Your servant. Callie whispered the prayers as she choked on silent sobs. Why was this happening? There had to be a bigger purpose. That was the only way any of this ordeal made sense. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. But what was that purpose? What was she supposed to do?

      Is this Your plan for me, Lord? What do You want of me? I am Your servant, Lord. Maybe if she repeated them enough, the words would break through the despondency that cloaked her.

      Jackson was still conferring with police officers, so Callie continued to pray. Gradually the words calmed her fears, and her agitation eased. God didn’t want her to be passive. She might not understand exactly what His purpose for her was, but she was pretty sure it didn’t involve being anybody’s victim. She continued the prayers, calmer now. Show me what to do, Lord. Lead me.

      By the time Jackson got back in the car, she was settled and resolute. “What did they say? What’s next?”

      “They took the men in on attempted kidnapping. The sheriff asked us to stop by the station to file a report. No need to go any further than that. There were enough witnesses. We can leave your sworn testimony and contact info. And get you some ice.”

      “I can leave contact info?” She massaged her jaw as she waited for him to explain. “How does that work if I’m in witness protection?”

      Jackson shrugged and waved it off. “Don’t worry. I’ll give my cell number and leave a number for the marshal’s service. If they have to call, we’ll get the message.”

      Callie interlaced her fingers, running one thumb over the other as she struggled for composure. This was just one more reminder of how different her future would be. Even giving contact information required advance planning.

      They drove in silence for a few minutes. As the car pulled up in front of the station, Callie turned to face Jackson. “I don’t know how to ask this exactly, but what am I supposed to tell them?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “I’m not supposed to tell anyone my real name, but I won’t lie.”

      “You won’t lie?” He looked so puzzled by her refusal. Callie watched him mull over her words. She could almost see him rolling them around inside his brain. Finally he nodded. “No problem. It’s fine.”

      “How so? I’m not kidding. This is important to me. I always tell the truth.”

      “It’s not a problem, Callie. We gave you a new identity, so you might as well give them your real name.”

      “Okay.” Her tension eased. “Thank you.”

      He nodded. “And just so you know, Callie. You’re not lying when you tell people your new name. Legally it is your real name.”

      She wasn’t ready to think about that.

      “Okay.” She couldn’t think of anything else to question, so there was no postponing it. She was going to have to face the men who had just tried to kidnap her. The men who were somehow connected to the ones who had killed Rick. She closed her eyes a moment and drew on her strength. I can do all things in God who loves me. She opened her eyes and turned to Jackson. “Come on. Let’s do this.”