A Hero in Her Eyes

A Hero in Her Eyes
Marie Ferrarella

Eliza Eldridge saw through other people's eyes. And now her dreams of a missing little girl were becoming urgent. Eliza couldn't ignore them, and she vowed to reunite the child with her father.While Walker Banacek would do anything to find his daughter, he'd been devastated in the past by charlatans who promised to help him. But when Eliza mentioned a little girl's pink toe shoes–something only he and his daughter knew about–he had to wonder. Was Eliza the one woman who could help him…and then love him?

Eliza covered the hand that was holding Bonnie’s pink ribbon and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Struggling with his thoughts, Walker raised his eyes to hers again. He could feel her empathy, feel her excitement. It was as if she were telegraphing it to him somehow.

His breath caught in his throat.

Was it the emotion-packed moment that had him hallucinating this way, or was there something about this woman that spoke to him? Something that delved into his innermost being and somehow connected with what he kept hidden there?

He made no movement to withdraw his hand, enjoying, instead, the warmth. “Thank you.”

His thanks embarrassed her. She hadn’t accomplished what she’d set out to do yet. “Save that for when we find her.”

A Hero in Her Eyes

Marie Ferrarella

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To Jessi,

The heart is an incredible muscle. It bounces back,

and to remain healthy it needs to be exercised.

If at first…

Love,

Mom

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Prologue

She was running, running because someone was after her.

She ran blindly through grass that came up to her hips, threatening to trip her as she made her way to where the oak tree stood. Her heart was pounding so hard, it blotted out the sounds of the meadow.

Reaching the oak, she stopped, panting and pressing her cheek against the coarse bark as if it were an old friend. Her only friend.

She had no friends.

She wasn’t allowed to have any. He wouldn’t let her. She wasn’t allowed to talk with anyone, couldn’t play with anyone.

She was afraid of him.

The lady tried to be nice, but she was afraid of her, too. Afraid of the wild look in the lady’s eyes. Afraid of those big hands that stroked her too hard, hugged her too close. Afraid of the lady who called her a name that wasn’t hers.

He was coming. She could feel it. Deep down in her chest, she could feel it.

Daddy, where are you? Come find me. Please!

And then she heard him.

Heard him calling her. Calling that name he told her to answer to.

“Miranda, where the hell are you?”

Hiding by the tree, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wished she could disappear.

But she didn’t disappear.