The Hero. Робин Карр

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      With warmth and sensitivity, #1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr shows readers that falling in love can be the bravest act of all.

      In a moment of desperation, Devon McAllister takes her daughter and flees a place where they should have been safe and secure. She has no idea what is around the next bend, but she is pretty certain it can’t be worse than what they’ve left behind. Her plan is to escape to somewhere she can be invisible. Instead, an unexpected offer of assistance leads her to Thunder Point, a tiny Oregon town with a willingness to help someone in need.

      As the widowed father of a vulnerable young boy, Spencer Lawson knows something about needing friendship. But he’s not looking for anything else. Instead, he’s thrown his energy into his new role as Thunder Point’s high school football coach. Tough and demanding to his team, off the field he’s gentle and kind...just the kind of man who could heal Devon’s wounded heart.

      Devon thought she wanted to hide from the world. But in Thunder Point, you find bravery where you least expect it…and sometimes, you find a hero.

      Praise for #1 New York Times bestselling author

      and USA TODAY bestselling author

      “No one can do small-town life like Carr.”

      —RT Book Reviews on The Wanderer

      “Strong conflict, humor and well-written characters

      are Carr’s calling cards, and they’re all present here....You won’t want to put this one down.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Angel’s Peak

      “This story has everything: a courageous,

      outspoken heroine, a to-die-for hero and a plot that

      will touch readers’ hearts on several different levels. Truly excellent.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Forbidden Falls

      “An intensely satisfying read.

      By turns humorous and gut-wrenchingly emotional,

      it won’t soon be forgotten.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Paradise Valley

      “Carr has hit her stride with this captivating series.”

      —Library Journal on the Virgin River series

      “The Virgin River books are so compelling—

      I connected instantly with the characters

      and just wanted more and more and more.”

      —#1 New York Times bestselling author

      Debbie Macomber

      The Hero

      Robyn Carr

      

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      It’s with pride and gratitude that I dedicate this book

      to Terri and Dave Miller, forever heroes in my eyes

      and to countless other people.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Excerpt

      One

      Devon McAllister walked down a tree-lined back road, not really sure where she was but certain that she was far away from the family compound. She felt safe enough that she no longer took cover when she heard a vehicle approach. She’d been walking for at least eight hours and saw the first rays of light coming over the mountains behind her. This reassured her that she was traveling west, toward the coast. She carried her three-year-old daughter, Mercy, and a backpack stuffed with a few items of clothing and forty dollars that had been given to her by the kindhearted stranger who had given her a ride.

      She was exhausted but would not stop to rest until she reached Highway 101. Every so often she would put Mercy down and hold her hand, but that made the walking unbearably slow. When she heard a vehicle, she just kept her head down, staring at the ground.

      It was a truck—it drove past them, but then it stopped up ahead. It was cranberry-red and old, but in mint condition. A man got out and yelled to her. “Miss? Need a ride?”

      She walked toward the vehicle. “Am I close to Highway 101?” she asked.

      “I’m going that way. I’m on my way to work,” he said. “I can give you a lift.”

      He was an older guy. He wore a red, white and blue ball cap and his cheeks and chin were stubbled in places that he’d missed with his razor. Though it was June, he wore a jacket. The early morning was misty, which told her she must be in a valley near the Pacific. “Where are you headed?” Devon asked.

      “Thunder Point,” he said. “It’s a very small town on the coast in Coos County. I work at a beach bar and I open the place in time for breakfast. Been there a few years now. It’s mostly fishing towns around there.”

      Well, she’d gotten out of Douglas County, but she wasn’t sure where Coos County was. She didn’t know where anything was—she rarely left the compound and had never been to any of the small coastal towns. Still, she knew that Highway 101 stretched as far north and south as she needed to get. Highway 5 was bigger and closer to the compound and if anyone was looking for a couple of runaways hitching rides, they’d probably start there. “How close to 101 is your town?”

      “Plenty close. Want me to drop you there?”

      She walked toward the truck. “Thanks,” she said. “You’re