The Protector's Mission

The Protector's Mission
Margaret Daley

DEADLY EXPLOSIONLydia McKenzie is the only living witness to a serial bomber's latest threat. Surviving the explosion at the café, Lydia is rescued by police sergeant Jesse Hunt and his K-9 partner, a Rottweiler named Brutus. She's struggling to remember details of the incident. But one thing she'll never forget is how she once felt about Jesse–the high school sweetheart she left to marry another. In charge of her protection, the guarded cop believes the bomber's after her, and he promises to keep her safe. But as more of Lydia's memories return, the more the vicious killer wants her dead.Alaskan Search and Rescue: Risking their lives to save the day

DEADLY EXPLOSION

Lydia McKenzie is the only living witness to a serial bomber’s latest threat. Surviving the explosion at the café, Lydia is rescued by police sergeant Jesse Hunt and his K-9 partner, a Rottweiler named Brutus. She’s struggling to remember details of the incident. But one thing she’ll never forget is how she once felt about Jesse—the high school sweetheart she left to marry another. In charge of her protection, the guarded cop believes the bomber’s after her, and he promises to keep her safe. But as more of Lydia’s memories return, the more the vicious killer wants her dead.

Alaskan Search and Rescue: Risking their lives to save the day

“You think I might be in danger?” Lydia asked.

Jesse kept his gaze on the road as he drove her home. “I hope not, but it’s a possibility if the bomber thinks you can ID him.”

“I can’t. Yet. But what if I did see him and I can’t remember?”

“You suffered a head trauma,” he reminded her. “Not remembering, especially right away, isn’t uncommon. Don’t force yourself.”

“Are you sure you work for the police? I would have thought you’d have wanted me to remember right now.”

“I know you. Force won’t work.” He threw her half a grin.

“I’ve been trying, and I can remember a few bits, like how I felt when I heard the laugh track. After that, nothing much else. Lunch was starting,” she said, shifting toward him. “I just thought of that.”

He glanced at her smile, which lit her whole face. “See? It will come.”

Jesse pulled into her driveway, the same house he had picked her up at as a teenager. A memory flashed into his mind—of eons ago when he was a different person.

MARGARET DALEY, an award-winning author of ninety books (five million sold worldwide), has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread, and corralling her three cats, who think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret, visit her website at margaretdaley.com (http://margaretdaley.com/).

The Protector’s

Mission

Margaret Daley

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

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

—Psalms 46:1

To Mike, Shaun, Abbey and Aubrey

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Lydia McKenzie swung open the door to Melinda’s Bistro and plowed right into a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue hoodie that shrouded his gray eyes and the scar slashing his cheek. “Sorry.”

The guy, holding one of the restaurant take-out sacks, mumbled something and scurried away.