Diana Palmer - Dangerous

DANGEROUS

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DIANA PALMER

DANGEROUS

To Cindy Angerett, 9-1-1 dispatcher,
Beaver County, Pennsylvania,
and to Emergency Services Personnel everywhere,
who give their time generously,
both on and off the clock, to help someone in need.

A Note from the Author

Dear Reader,

Of all the books Ive written in recent months, this one has taken the biggest toll on me, emotionally. I knew from Heart of Stone that some of Kilravens family had been murdered. I knew from The Maverick that his little three-year-old girl was one of the victims. But actually dealing with the emotions that arise from such tragedy, even in a novel, can be difficult.

I have, thank God, never lost a child. But as I wrote the scenes dealing with Kilravens loss, I developed a whole new relationship with boxes of tissues. This seemingly steel-hard man has a very soft center, and discovering it was fascinating.

I also dealt with an unexpected and shocking reality when I got to the last few chapters. The man I had fingered as the murderer informed me quite bluntly that he had nothing to do with it. (Men with nets are not approaching, characters do take on lives of their own.) So I had to go back and rethink my strategy, and my plot. I didnt really mind. It was kind of fun.

Winnie started out as a meek woman who wouldnt even stand up to her own brother. During the course of this book, in which she works as a 9-1-1 operator, she became a fountain of calm and quiet knowledge, and the courage she had always possessed was revealed to her. She did in fact become a little blonde chainsaw, as her new mother-in-law dubbed her.

I had a lot of help with this novel from a lovely lady who actually is a 9-1-1 operator, Cindy Angerett. She gave me great insight into the job, and I have dedicated the book to her in gratitude. Please note that I do make mistakes, more than ever these days as my mind ages with me. But the mistakes are my own, and I take full responsibility for any you may find. I owe my life to a diligent 9-1-1 operator. They are a gift from God in times of great danger. I love them all.

Thank you all, again, for being so kind and so loyal for all these years. The greatest joy I have in my profession is the friends I make in the course of following itnot only in my publisher and editors, art, marketing and publicity people, booksellers and wholesalers, but in the readers who have become my extended family.

Love to all from your greatest fan,

Diana Palmer

Contents

Kilraven hated mornings. He especially hated mornings like this one, when he was expected to go to a party and participate in Christmas gift-giving. He, the rest of the police, fire and emergency services people in Jacobsville, Texas, had all drawn names around the big Christmas tree in the EOC, the 911 emergency operations center. Today was the day when presents, all anonymous, were to be exchanged.

He sipped black coffee in the Jacobsville Police Station and wished he could get out of it. He glared at Cash Grier, who smiled obliviously and ignored him.

Christmas was the most painful time to him. It brought back memories of seven years ago, when his life had seemed to end. Nightmarish visions haunted him. He saw them when he slept. He worked his own shifts and even volunteered to relieve other Jacobsville police officers when they needed a substitute. He hated his own company. But he hated crowds far more. Besides, it was a sad day, sort of. Hed had a big black Chow keeping him company at his rental house. Hed had to give it away because he wasnt allowed to keep animals at his apartment in San Antonio, where he would be returning soon. Still, Bibb the Chow had gone to live with a young boy, a neighbor, who loved animals and had just lost his own Chow. So it was fated, he guessed. He still missed the dog, though.

Now, he was expected to smile and socialize at a party and enthuse over a gift that would almost certainly be a tie that he would accept and never wear, or a shirt that was a size too small, or a book he would never read. People giving gifts were kindhearted, but mostly they bought things that pleased themselves. It was a rare person who could observe someone else and give just the right present; one that would be treasured.

At his jobhis real job, not this role as a small-town police officer that hed assumed as part of his covert operation in south Texas near the border with Mexicohe had to wear suits from time to time. Here in Jacobsville, he never wore a suit. A tie would be a waste of money to the person who gave him one for Christmas. He was sure it would be a tie. He hated ties.

Why dont you just string me up outside and set fire to me? Kilraven asked Cash Grier with a glowering look.

Christmas parties are fun, Cash replied. You need to get into the spirit of the thing. Six or seven beers, and youd fit right in.

The glare got worse. I dont drink, he reminded his temporary boss.

Now isnt that a coincidence? Cash exclaimed. Neither do I!

Then why are we going to a party in the first place, if neither of us drink? the younger man asked.

They wont serve alcohol at the party. And for another, its good public relations.

I hate the public and I dont have relations, Kilraven scoffed.

You do so have relations, came the tongue-in-cheek reply. A half brother named Jon Blackhawk. A stepmother, too, somewhere.

Kilraven made a face.

Its only for an hour or so, Cash said in a gentler tone. Its almost Christmas. You dont want to ruin the staff party now, do you?

Yes, Kilraven said with a bite in his deep voice.

Cash looked down at his coffee cup. Winnie Sinclair will be disappointed if you dont show up. Youre leaving us soon to go back to San Antonio. It would make her day to see you at the party.

Kilraven averted his gaze to the front window beyond which cars were driving around the town square that was decorated with its Santa, sled and reindeer and the huge Christmas tree. Streamers and colored lights were strung across every intersection. There was a tree in the police station, too, decked out in holiday colors. Its decorations were, to say the least, unique. There were little handcuffs and toy guns and various emergency services vehicles in miniature, including police cars. As a joke, someone had strung yellow police tape around it.

Kilraven didnt want to think about Winnie Sinclair. Over the past few months, shed become a part of his life that he was reluctant to give up. But she didnt know about him, about his past. Someone had hinted at it because her attitude toward him had suddenly changed. The shy smiles and rapt glances hed been getting had gone into eclipse, so that now she was formal and polite when they spoke over the police band while he was on duty. He rarely saw her. He wasnt sure it was a good idea to be around her. Shed withdrawn, and it would be less painful not to close the distance. Of course it would.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. I guess a few Christmas carols wont kill me, he muttered.

Cash grinned. Ill get Sergeant Miller to sing you the one he composed, just for us.

Kilraven glared at him. Ive heard it, and please dont.