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that invoked a deep longing dead center in his gut. Her chin wobbled. He could see the hurt in her eyes. It only added to the massive puzzle he found himself entangled in. What was it about this fiery, patient, sweet girl that made him want more? Instincts, not his head, had him opening his arms, and Marcie walked right into them.
His arms closed around her. She shivered and fisted her hands in his shirt.
“What do I do now, Sam?” Her warm breath whispered against his chest as she spoke.
Sam rested his chin on top of her head, torn by duty as a federal officer and bound by a strange connection to Marcie, a link that he clearly understood could jeopardize his career if, in fact, she was involved in something illegal. Except his inner voice, which had saved him time and again from past adversity, was warning him to put aside his black and white sense of duty, and he didn’t know why.
Jesse cleared his throat and looked away before he gallantly left the room.
“One step at a time, Marcie, and first things first. We need to find out who you are.”
Chapter Nine
J esse, true to his word, arranged with airport security for Sam to watch the surveillance video. Jesse planned to meet them there, but first, he needed to check in with his captain. He had a heavy caseload, and not a lot of priority was to be given to a woman robbed. Apparently, those had been his boss’ exact words first thing this morning.
Marcie, tired from her restless sleep, lay on the sofa, bunching the blanket under her head while Sam walked Jesse out. She told herself she’d rest her eyes a moment, except she allowed her mind to still, breathing deeply until an image of a golden autumn forest appeared as she flew over, dusk settling in. Lower now, moving through golden leaves, until a large owl with great wings and feathers perched on a thick oak branch. She instinctively recognized it as a symbol of death and renewal.
The scene changed, flashing to full dark, and this time she raced down the center of a dirt and gravel road. A full moon and shining stars blazed in the northern sky. Scattered distant lights from nearby rural properties provided a beacon out of the surrounding darkness. Smoky shadows poked her fears and then deepened into the alders trailing both sides of the road. Overwhelming terror gripped her heart right before an awful, anxious hum sizzled up her spine. She was late and needed to hurry.
Jogging shorts and a T-shirt were no protection from the cold air pinching her bare skin. She ran on, faster, steadily gaining a solid rhythm until her chest burned. She had to stop, slow down, but she couldn’t. Her nerves, her senses, were cranked as if the devil himself was biting at her heels. She was in trouble, and she damn near jumped out of her skin when she caught sight of a golden-haired man illuminated under a sparse country streetlight twenty feet in front of her. She blinked. Where had he come from? Her heart jerked and slammed against her ribcage when she dug in her heels and stopped.
The man wore a baby blue down jacket. She took a step farther away, circling around him, drawn back by an obsessive need to look closer. Golden threads weaved through his wavy hair. Something about him dumped a simultaneous wave of fear and peace through her. How was that possible? She felt unthreatened by his powerful, kind stance—yet she was terrified. His hands remained deep in his jacket pockets, an observer standing guard. Her mind worked overtime. Dark thoughts swished faster than she could register. If I turn and run, can he catch me?
He spoke, but his lips didn’t move. “I came to see how you are, if you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Go away.”
“No, Marcie, I won’t go. I was sent to help you.”
“Who are you? Who sent you?”
He opened his hand. A field of daisies appeared in front of her. “A new cycle awaits you. I’m your guide. You’re on the wrong path, Marcie. You’ve turned your back on what’s right, but
His arms closed around her. She shivered and fisted her hands in his shirt.
“What do I do now, Sam?” Her warm breath whispered against his chest as she spoke.
Sam rested his chin on top of her head, torn by duty as a federal officer and bound by a strange connection to Marcie, a link that he clearly understood could jeopardize his career if, in fact, she was involved in something illegal. Except his inner voice, which had saved him time and again from past adversity, was warning him to put aside his black and white sense of duty, and he didn’t know why.
Jesse cleared his throat and looked away before he gallantly left the room.
“One step at a time, Marcie, and first things first. We need to find out who you are.”
Chapter Nine
J esse, true to his word, arranged with airport security for Sam to watch the surveillance video. Jesse planned to meet them there, but first, he needed to check in with his captain. He had a heavy caseload, and not a lot of priority was to be given to a woman robbed. Apparently, those had been his boss’ exact words first thing this morning.
Marcie, tired from her restless sleep, lay on the sofa, bunching the blanket under her head while Sam walked Jesse out. She told herself she’d rest her eyes a moment, except she allowed her mind to still, breathing deeply until an image of a golden autumn forest appeared as she flew over, dusk settling in. Lower now, moving through golden leaves, until a large owl with great wings and feathers perched on a thick oak branch. She instinctively recognized it as a symbol of death and renewal.
The scene changed, flashing to full dark, and this time she raced down the center of a dirt and gravel road. A full moon and shining stars blazed in the northern sky. Scattered distant lights from nearby rural properties provided a beacon out of the surrounding darkness. Smoky shadows poked her fears and then deepened into the alders trailing both sides of the road. Overwhelming terror gripped her heart right before an awful, anxious hum sizzled up her spine. She was late and needed to hurry.
Jogging shorts and a T-shirt were no protection from the cold air pinching her bare skin. She ran on, faster, steadily gaining a solid rhythm until her chest burned. She had to stop, slow down, but she couldn’t. Her nerves, her senses, were cranked as if the devil himself was biting at her heels. She was in trouble, and she damn near jumped out of her skin when she caught sight of a golden-haired man illuminated under a sparse country streetlight twenty feet in front of her. She blinked. Where had he come from? Her heart jerked and slammed against her ribcage when she dug in her heels and stopped.
The man wore a baby blue down jacket. She took a step farther away, circling around him, drawn back by an obsessive need to look closer. Golden threads weaved through his wavy hair. Something about him dumped a simultaneous wave of fear and peace through her. How was that possible? She felt unthreatened by his powerful, kind stance—yet she was terrified. His hands remained deep in his jacket pockets, an observer standing guard. Her mind worked overtime. Dark thoughts swished faster than she could register. If I turn and run, can he catch me?
He spoke, but his lips didn’t move. “I came to see how you are, if you’re all right.”
“I’m fine. Go away.”
“No, Marcie, I won’t go. I was sent to help you.”
“Who are you? Who sent you?”
He opened his hand. A field of daisies appeared in front of her. “A new cycle awaits you. I’m your guide. You’re on the wrong path, Marcie. You’ve turned your back on what’s right, but
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