Protective Duty. Jessica R. Patch

      

      HIGH-RISK REUNION

      Minutes into FBI profiler Bryn Eastman’s first case since a near-fatal shooting, a brazen serial killer sets his sights on her next. Now her life—and career—is in the hands of her new partner, Detective Eric Hale, the man she once loved and lost. Racked with nightmares of the shooting and regrets for the tragedy that tore her and Eric apart, Bryn doesn’t want Eric to discover the secrets she carries—but she needs him. Seeing Bryn brings back memories Eric can’t control. Memories of a once-in-a-lifetime love. But the tough detective knows their only path to a second chance goes straight through a relentless killer...one who won’t quit until he counts Bryn as his fifth victim.

      “Do you have any enemies?”

      Bryn closed her eyes. “No.”

      “The killer’s treating you differently than the other victims. He never threatened them.” Or had they not confided in anyone? No, they were too smart to hide that. But Bryn hadn’t called the police.

      He looked at her then as she neared the road, silhouetted by the headlights that came into view. It was the first car he’d seen since their walk in her neighborhood. In the darkness its headlights blinded him. Eric raised his arm over his brows. “What in the world…?”

      But it was too late.

      The engine roared and the truck barreled straight for Bryn, who stood frozen in the street.

      “Bryn!” He sprinted toward her, threw his arms around her and hurled them into a ditch just as the truck disappeared around the corner.

      He felt her breath against his cheek but he didn’t move. “You okay?”

      She nodded. “You?”

      Then it hit him and fear rumbled through him. “He knows where you live…and he’ll be back.”

      JESSICA R. PATCH lives in the mid-South, where she pens inspirational contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. When she’s not hunched over her laptop or going on adventurous trips with willing friends in the name of research, you can find her watching way too much Netflix with her family and collecting recipes to amazing dishes she’ll probably never cook. To learn more about Jessica, please visit her at jessicarpatch.com.

      Protective Duty

      Jessica R. Patch

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      I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—

      plans to take care of you, not abandon you,

      plans to give you the future you hope for.

      —Jeremiah 29:11

      For Bailey. I marvel at your strength, courage and determination to accomplish anything you set your heart on.

      Thanks go out to

      My agent, Rachel Kent, for always being in my corner and believing in my writing.

      My editor, Shana Asaro. Thank you for your keen eye and amazing editorial skills.

      Incredible critique partners: April Gardner, Jill Kemerer, Michelle Massaro and Susan Tuttle.

      Huge thanks to “Mr. Anonymous” for taking time to help me with the law enforcement information. If something’s not right, it’s on me!

      And to Jesus. For Your glory always. I adore You.

      Contents

       COVER

       BACK COVER TEXT

       INTRODUCTION

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

       TITLE PAGE

       BIBLE VERSE

       DEDICATION

ONE

TWO

THREE

       FOUR

       FIVE

       SIX

       SEVEN

       EIGHT

       NINE

       TEN

       ELEVEN

       TWELVE

       THIRTEEN

       FOURTEEN

       FIFTEEN

       SIXTEEN

       SEVENTEEN

       EPILOGUE

       Dear Reader

       EXTRACT

       COPYRIGHT

ONE

      Bryn Eastman refused to think about the bullet that had pierced her abdomen. She would not fixate on how her attacker’s gloved hands had wrapped around her throat or how she’d let down her guard and almost died a year ago.

      Her nerves pulsed anyway as she slid into her FBI windbreaker. Her first case since the shooting.

      Slivers of October moonlight snaked between the autumn leaves. Yellow crime scene tape beckoned her toward the grove of towering trees. Blue lights slashed the dark as flashlight beams swiveled