Kansas City Confessions

Kansas City Confessions
Julie Miller

Keeping secrets close…and an enemy closer…His protection instincts on high alert, KCPD detective Trent Dixon knew something was wrong with Katie Rinaldi. The special investigator had obviously uncovered a dangerous piece of evidence while looking into a cold case. So dangerous, in fact, that the single mother’s life was now in jeopardy. But as much as Trent told himself he was keeping tabs on Katie and her young son as part of his job, he couldn’t ignore the very real feelings he had for her. Still, as a professional, he was bound to the badge and would give Katie all the security she deserved. Not give in to the attraction he was having trouble containing…

She had too many responsibilities to have time to be interested in any man.

She saw the screen saver picture had come up— a picture of Trent Dixon, a longtime friend and coworker. Trent was carrying her son on his big shoulders. Both guys were smiling as if they’d had the time of their lives—and she suspected they had.

Katie quickly pushed a key and sent the image away before melancholy could take hold. She’d made her choices—and a relationship with Trent wasn’t one of them. She needed the brawny KCPD detective as a friend—Tyler needed him as a friend—more than she needed Trent to be a boyfriend or lover or even something more.

Even if every cell in her body screamed to allow this man into her heart.

Kansas City

Confessions

Julie Miller

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

JULIE MILLER is an award-winning USA TODAY bestselling author of breathtaking romantic suspense—with a National Readers’ Choice Award and a Daphne du Maurier Award among other prizes. She has also earned an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award. For a complete list of her books, monthly newsletter and more, go to www.juliemiller.org (http://www.juliemiller.org).

For my dear friend and fellow author Laura Landon.

She’s a sweetie to travel to conferences with,

and a tough ol’ bird when it comes to motivating me.

Love her!

Oh, and she writes wonderful historical romances, too.

Contents

Cover (#uc446e2e2-4cc2-59cf-b6c7-cf47c6212d38)

Introduction (#u46a60efb-04e7-530e-a9e1-72550fd63487)

Title Page (#uccbd4cb8-7e4b-5aa5-aa74-53c3fd67e370)

About the Author (#u5c0d64ce-7254-5e5a-bef7-62219d509a07)

Dedication (#u2dcd8c94-389f-5d2d-af35-4ff00963867a)

Chapter One (#u72d7c574-4042-581b-a557-58ad550e3b3c)

Chapter Two (#u87ee78c1-bdce-5931-a57c-14bacfb40e13)

Chapter Three (#u7f634a40-acd0-59eb-b3ce-43d2553d013e)

Chapter Four (#u6cfd9e2f-97fe-57fa-9435-503947f76004)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#ulink_13607ba1-4921-572d-b5e6-d67e21caaf90)

“‘God bless us, every one.’”

Katie Rinaldi joined the smattering of applause from the mostly empty seats of the Williams College auditorium, where the community theater group she belonged to was rehearsing a production of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. The man with the white hair playing Ebenezer Scrooge stood at center stage, accepting handshakes and congratulations from the other actors as they completed their first technical rehearsal with sound and lights. The costumes she’d constructed for the three spirits seemed to be fitting just fine. And once she finished painting the mask for the Spirit of Christmas Future, she could sit back and enjoy the run of the show as an audience member. Okay, as a proud mama. She only had eyes for Tiny Tim.

She gave a thumbs-up sign to her third-grade son and laughed when he had to fight with the long sleeves of his costume jacket to free his hands and return the gesture. His rolling-eyed expression of frustration softened her laugh into an understanding smile.

She mouthed, Okay. I’ll fix it. Once he was certain she’d gotten the message, Tyler Rinaldi turned to chatter with the boy next to him, who played one of his older Cratchit brothers. One of the girls joined the group, bringing over a prop toy, and instantly, they were involved in a challenge to see who could get the wooden ball on an attached string into the cup first.

Although extra demands with her job at KCPD and the normal bustle of the holidays meant Katie was already busy without having to work a play into her schedule, she was glad she’d brought Tyler to auditions. The only child of a single mother, Tyler often spent his evenings alone with her, reading books or playing video or computer games after he finished his homework. She was glad to see him having fun and making friends.

“Note to self.” Katie pulled her laptop from her lime-green-and-blue-flowered bag and opened up her calendar to type in a reminder that she needed to adjust the costume that had initially been made for a larger child. What was one less hour of sleep, anyway? “Shorten sleeves.”

“I think we might just have a show.” Katie startled at the hand on her shoulder. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you were working.”

Katie saved her calendar and turned in her seat to acknowledge the slender man with thick blond hair streaked with threads of gray sinking into the cushioned seat behind her. “Hey, Doug. I was just making some costume notes.”

The play’s director leaned forward, resting his arms on the back of the seat beside her. “You’ve done a nice job,” he complimented, even though she’d been only one of several volunteers. His professionally trained voice articulated every word to dramatic perfection. “We’re down to the details now—if the gremlins in this old theater will give us a break.”

“Gremlins?”

Doug looked up into the steel rafters of the catwalk two stories above their heads before bringing his dark eyes back to hers. “I don’t know a theater that isn’t haunted. Or a production that feels like it’s going to be ready in time. Those were brand-new battery packs we put in the microphones tonight, but they still weren’t working.”

“And you think the gremlins are responsible?” she teased.