Single Mum's Bodyguard. Lisa Childs

survived weeks in captivity,” he said.

      If she’d been stronger, she would not have been in captivity. She would have freed herself instead of having to wait to be rescued.

      “You survived nearly losing your son,” he added.

      A pang struck her heart, filling it with the fear she’d felt then when she’d thought she would never see her baby again. She glanced toward the stairs and thought of running up them, of grabbing up Blue from his crib, where he’d fallen back to sleep.

      He was sleeping. He was safe. He was here—with her.

      “I survived that,” she agreed. “Once. I can’t go through that again. If all of this—” she gestured at the windows and the door that she’d locked but the intruder had still managed to get through “—is so that I lose him.”