Keeping Guard

Nate grabbed Kylie’s hand and squeezed it. “The police are working on it.”

She squeezed his hand in return. “Nate, do you think…”

He knew exactly where her thoughts were going. “Do I think Suzy’s disappearance is linked to your stalker? It’s doubtful, Kylie, but we can’t rule anything out.”

Kylie’s eyes seemed to search his for answers, for comfort. He wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, but that was a promise he couldn’t make yet.

They climbed out of the truck and Nate placed a protective arm around her as they walked toward the back entrance to the Revolutionary Grill.

Just as they reached the door, a crash sounded in the alley.

Kylie clutched at his shirt. Her heart hammered against his arm.

“Get inside. I’ll check out the noise.” He pushed Kylie behind him.

As he stuck his key into the lock, the clatter sounded again. Nate jerked his head to the left as a figure stepped from the shadows. He braced himself, ready to protect Kylie no matter the cost.

CHRISTY BARRITT

loves stories and has been writing them for as long as she can remember. She gets her best ideas when she’s supposed to be paying attention to something else—like in a workshop or while driving down the road.

The second book in her Squeaky Clean Mystery series, Suspicious Minds, won the inspiration category of the 2009 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Suspense and Mystery. She’s also the co-author of Changed: True Stories of Finding God in Christian Music.

When she’s not working on books, Christy writes articles for various publications. She’s also a weekly feature writer for the Virginian-Pilot newspaper, the worship leader at her church, and a frequent speaker at various writers’ groups, women’s luncheons and church events.

She’s married to Scott, a teacher and funny man extraordinaire. They have two sons, two dogs and a houseplant named Martha.

To learn more about her, visit her website at www.christybarritt.com.

Keeping Guard

Christy Barritt

Guard my life and rescue me;

let me not be put to shame,

for I take refuge in You.

—Psalms 25:20

To my new baby boy, Silas Timothy,

who gave me a good kick in the ribs

whenever I started to slow down

while working on this book.

Thanks for keeping me going…

now and for many, many years to come.

I also want to thank the many people

who gave me insight into the Coast Guard,

being a rescue swimmer, living in Yorktown

and running a restaurant. Pamela Tison,

Lorna Poston, Stephanie Adams, David Dolloff,

Carrie Pagels, Paul and Courtney Schaefer

and Butch Slytce—thank you!!!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE

LETTER TO READER

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

ONE

The cold rain felt like daggers penetrating Kylie Summers’s skin. She tried to escape its torrent, but the drops kept chasing her, even as she retreated under the awning of the brick-fronted restaurant.

She pounded on the glass door again, desperate to get out of the storm. “Hello?”

The red neon sign above read The Revolutionary Grill. Yes, this was the place where her brother had instructed her to come to hide out. So where was Nate Richardson, her brother’s best friend and the restaurant’s owner? She shielded her eyes from the overhead streetlight and peered through the door. Inside, the place looked dead. Lights out, chairs on tables, staff gone.

It was almost midnight. She sighed and kicked the door. What now? She knew no one else in the historic town. She’d dropped her cell phone in a puddle of water two rest stops ago and she had exactly twenty-six dollars in her wallet.

A chill that had nothing to do with the weather crawled up her arms, an all too familiar feeling. She swung around, her wet hair slapping her in the face. She backed up against the rough brick wall that flanked the door. Her gaze frantically searched the black nighttime landscape. Lightning streaked across the sky over the river beyond the parking lot. Thunder boomed. A lone pier stretched like a decrepit arm into the night. Lights from houses across the water stared at her.

Kylie pushed herself harder against the wall, wishing she could sink into it. Her gaze continued to dart across the landscape. What if the man who’d given her nightmares for the past six months was out there? The darkness and rain might cloak him, make him disappear. He could have followed her.

He always followed her.

Fear clenched her spine. Her breathing became rapid, un even. She couldn’t have another panic attack. Not now. Not here.

She had to find another entrance to this building. She had to figure out a way to find Nate. That, or she’d spend the night soaking wet in her car.

Nate had been expecting her to arrive three hours ago, a reasonable time for stores and businesses to still be open. But the treacherous weather had put her behind schedule, and he must have closed up shop and headed home for the night. She couldn’t blame him.

March rain pelted her as she darted from the front of the building. Her foot sank into a deep puddle, splashing icy water up her pant leg. Her shivers intensified. An alleyway lurked between the restaurant and gift shop next door. If she could cut through, maybe she’d find a back entrance to the grill.

Her throat went dry at the thought. Still, she had no choice.

Besides, the man couldn’t have followed her here. She would have noticed.

Right?

She stepped onto the cobblestone street, dodging past trash cans, old buckets and a ladder.

She looked behind her. No one. Her heart continued to race.

Maybe all of this had been a bad idea. She should have stayed in Kentucky.

But she’d been hunted there and felt like a deer in the middle of an open field. No, her old life had to be put on hold. She couldn’t continue living as she’d been for the past few months. Yet even here in Virginia she couldn’t shake the feeling of unseen eyes watching her every move.

Pictures of the man flashed through her head in sync with the lightning around her. Pictures of his shadowed face, his hooded profile.

Her heart rate quickened. She tried to push the thoughts aside.

The end of the alleyway neared. She picked up her pace. Sheets of rain plastered her hair to her face.

She rounded the corner and spotted a black door with an alcove. She ducked into the space and pounded her fist against the door. Please be there, Nate! The thought of going through that alley again caused fear to slither up her spine.

She waited. The only sound she heard was that of the rain hitting the ground like bullets. Occasionally, thunder shook the air.

Nothing.

She knocked again. Why wasn’t he answering?

She needed a Plan B. Only she didn’t have one. She barely had a Plan A.

She clenched her eyes closed. How could one person control her life like this? Why did she let him have this power?

She waited in silence, hoping—praying—Nate would hear her.

He didn’t. No one did. Not even God lately, it seemed.

She’d have to run back to her car, her only shelter. She could do that. She had to. Once protected behind locked doors, she’d figure out a plan. She took a tentative step into the rain.

A figure appeared around the corner from the alley. A hood concealed his face. A hood. It couldn’t be…

He had found her.

The man who’d haunted her nightmares for months had finally caught her. Alone.

Nate Richardson spotted the woman at his back door. His relief instantly turned to a mix of worry and irritation. He’d been expecting her three hours ago and she hadn’t bothered to call or answer her cell phone. About thirty minutes ago, he’d called her brother, and now Bruce sounded ready to drive out to Virginia himself.

“Kylie.” Nate stepped forward, keeping his hood over his forehead so his face would at least stay semidry.

The woman’s eyes widened and she shrank back. “Stay away from me.”

The rain poured onto his face, washing into his eyes. Nate stepped forward, trying to get out of the downpour. He needed to get her inside, to call her brother.

“I mean it! Stay back!” Her hands shot out in front of her.

“What are you—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Kylie darted across the parking lot.

Bruce had said his sister needed help. He didn’t tell him that the woman was a mental case. What exactly had he gotten himself into by promising Bruce this woman could stay here and help him at his restaurant?

Nate watched her retreat for a moment while contemplating his next move. Chasing her might further freak her out. But allowing her to run across the pothole-filled parking lot in this weather could cause her to twist an ankle or worse.

What would Bruce want him to do?

He sighed and began a steady jog to catch her. Rain sloshed in his face. He let his sweatshirt hood drop behind him. Rain soaked his clothing now, so the covering did him no good.

Nate saw Kylie glance back at him and then speed up. Her long hair appeared plastered to her blue blouse and her heels looked impossible to run in.

Then what Nate had feared would happen happened. Her body lurched forward and she sprawled on the asphalt.

He was only a few steps away from helping her. He quickened his pace.

Kylie turned toward him, panic clearly written in her wide eyes and oval-shaped mouth. “No! Stay away!” She tried to army-crawl forward, away from him.

The woman was a fighter. He’d give her credit for that. He just didn’t know what she was fighting against.

“Kylie, stop freaking out. I just want to help.”

“Stay away from me.”

“Kylie, it’s me—”

As soon as the words left his mouth, something hard came down across his head. His world began to spin and then went black.

TWO

Kylie glanced at the white-haired woman who glared down at her while slapping a rolling pin in her hand. Kylie closed her eyes as tension drained away. Maybe God was watching out for her after all.

“Thank you,” Kylie whispered, before realizing she couldn’t be heard over the rainfall. She wiped some moisture from her face and said, a little louder, “Thank you!”

The woman continued to stare down at the man, knocked out flat on the ground, and shook her head. “I looked out my window and saw you being chased. I had to help.”

Kylie gawked at the man, seeing his face for the first time since this whole ordeal began. She’d never imagined the man who’d given her so many nightmares would be handsome. In her mind, he’d had a long, crooked nose, tangled teeth, hollow eyes. This man had square, even features, sandy-colored hair. Kylie couldn’t be sure in the darkness, but he might even be tanned.

She pulled her eyes away—at least she tried to. She needed to call the police. Let them know that this man should be arrested. Maybe she could finally live again. Go back to Kentucky. Focus on her business. Rebuild her life.

Kylie’s attention turned to the woman with the rolling pin. She continued to stand over the man, shaking her head as if she pitied the poor soul who tried to mess with her. The woman might have white hair but obviously she had an iron will.

If only Kylie could be that strong.

The woman glanced at her with a perceptive gaze that made Kylie instantly trust her. “I never thought Nate Richardson would be the type to do this,” the woman said. “He always seemed like such a nice young man. Of course, I guess that’s what everyone says about criminals.”

Kylie sprang from the ground, adrenaline—and panic—rushing through each limb. “Nate Richardson? Did you say Nate Richardson?”

“Why, yes, I did. Nate Richardson.” The woman nodded down to the man. “He owns the Revolutionary Grill. I was making pies for tomorrow’s dessert menu when I saw him chasing you. That’s why I had my rolling pin handy. A good thing, huh?”

Kylie squeezed her eyes shut. What was wrong with her? Was she so paranoid that she’d just allowed her brother’s best friend to be assaulted? She might as well just leave her bags in the car and find somewhere else to hide. This man wouldn’t want her to be around anymore after this.

“Are you okay, dear?” The kindly, grandmother-like figure peered at her.

Kylie shook her head. “I’m afraid there’s been a terrible misunderstanding. This man was trying to help me. I just didn’t realize it.”

“That sounds more like the Nate I know.” The woman nodded, not appearing the least bit ruffled. “He seems tough on the outside but inside, he’s sweeter than my shoofly pie.”

Kylie’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the urge to cry in horror or let her mouth drop open in shock. She had no idea what to do next. Or where to go. Or how to break the news to her brother, Bruce.

“Let’s get him out of the rain until he regains consciousness.” The woman tucked her rolling pin under her arm and bent down as if she were going to haul him away herself.

Yes, they did need to get him out of the rain, but just how they’d do that perplexed Kylie. The man probably weighed two hundred pounds. The rolling pin mercenary couldn’t weigh half that, even out in this storm soaking wet, and Kylie’s own one hundred pounds wouldn’t offer much help.

“I’m Darlene, by the way.” The woman seemed to think better of pulling the man by herself and extended her hand toward Kylie.

Kylie shook it briefly. “My brother is a friend of Nate’s. I’m Kylie.”

“I just live right there.” Darlene pointed to a white clapboard home only a few feet away. “So let’s take him inside. I’ll get my husband, Harvey, to help. It may take a moment. He’ll have to put his dentures in first.”

As the woman retreated inside, the rain began to taper.

Kylie knelt down beside Nate and flinched at the nasty bruise on his forehead. She should have known the man was Nate. But his hood had brought back so many bad memories. Fear had conquered her thoughts, as it often did lately.

Kylie closed her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Nate.”

“You should be.”

Her eyes snapped open in time to see Nate’s eyelids flicker. He rubbed his forehead and attempted to sit up, the sudden lines around his eyes revealing his discomfort. Once he propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes narrowed at her.

“What’s wrong with you? Kylie, I presume?”

Kylie opened her mouth, tried to form words. But how did one explain to a stranger the events of the last six months? How could she summarize the terror she’d felt without looking crazy?

“I know it will sound insane, but—”

“Wait till I tell the guys at Bible study about this.” A man interrupted as he approached them, lumbering along beside Darlene, a huge grin stretched across his face. “Nate Richardson getting conked in the head by a girl.”

Must be Harvey. Kylie looked closer. The man had teeth—nice, white, straight ones. He must have put his dentures in.

Darlene swatted him on the arm. “Harvey, don’t give the boy a hard time. It’s not his fault that I’m stealth-like.”

“Stealth-like? You couldn’t sneak up on an elephant. Beats me how someone who weighs so little can make so much noise stomping around the house all the time.”

Harvey stuck his hand out to Kylie. “You must be the girl that Nate’s fallen for.”

“Just give me a hand, Harvey, and drop the comedy routine for a few minutes, will you?” Nate reached his hand up, grimacing at the movement.

Harvey still grinned as he pulled the broad ex-Coast Guardsman from the sopping ground. Nate’s free hand still grasped his head and his eyes locked on Darlene and her rolling pin.

Darlene shook her head and raised her hands in the air in innocence. “Don’t give me a dirty look. I was only trying to help the poor girl you were chasing. How was I to know it was a misunderstanding?”

“I just want to get out of this rain and lie down. Do you mind?” The commanding look in his eyes left little room for argument—from any one of the three.

Kylie shrank back and nodded. “Getting out of the rain sounds like a good idea to me, too.”

Nate raised a finger as if he were going to lecture her, but then pressed his lips together and shook his head. “Right this way.”

He took a step and stopped. His hands went to his temple.

“I better walk you back,” Harvey said. “You need to go to the hospital?”

“No, I just need some aspirin and a rewind button.”

“I can help with the aspirin but that’s about it.” Harvey squeezed his shoulder. “You’ll have to get that rewind button from your magic genie.” He paused and pretended to rub an imaginary genie lamp.

Nate put his hand on Harvey’s shoulder. “If only I had one, Harv.”

Kylie wrapped her arms over her chest and tried to will her teeth to stop chattering. They wouldn’t. Nor would her limbs stop shaking. This whole night was just too much. Yes, she’d take one of those rewind buttons also. If only they existed.

Nate knew he shouldn’t snap at the woman. She hadn’t been the one to hit him over the head with a rolling pin. But if she had waited just a moment to have a logical conversation then maybe she would never have run away and caused this whole fiasco. To Nate, logic and reasoning were the solution to…well, just about everything.

Still, he couldn’t deny that Kylie looked just about as skittish as a cornered cat. Maybe he should have just let her run. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone after her.

He sighed. He could do nothing about it now.

And man, his head was killing him. He’d never underestimate Darlene’s brute strength again. Who knew the little woman who worked in the church nursery every Sunday could pack that much punch?

Thunder crashed again in the distance. The storm didn’t want to let up. He had a feeling it was going to be a long, long night. A long week, for that matter, now that he’d have Kylie underfoot. Or was it a week? How long had Bruce said she’d be here? For as long as needed until an investigation he was working on was over. Kylie was supposed to fill him in on the details.

If it had been any other friend, Nate would have said no. But not to Bruce. He could never say no to Bruce, especially not after Bruce had saved his life so many years ago. He was forever indebted to his friend.

He reached the alcove of his back door and stuck his key into the lock. He pushed the door open before turning to Harvey and Darlene. “I don’t know whether to thank you or tell you I never want to see you again.”

“You know you love us, Nate.” Darlene smiled sweetly, her rain bonnet reminding him a bit of a halo.

Yes, he did love them and knew they were only watching out for a woman in distress…distressed for some unknown reason.

He bid them good-night before sweeping his hand inside, motioning for Kylie to go in. Instead, she nodded toward the alley.

“I’ll be going.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Going where?”

“I’m not sure. But I understand that you probably don’t want me here anymore after the headache I’ve caused you.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The petite woman stopped and raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure if the look in her eyes was relief or fire. Maybe a mix of both. “Excuse me?”

“I told your brother I’d watch after you. I plan on doing just that.”

Her chin rose. “I don’t need a babysitter. I just need a place to lie low for a few days.”

Good, she’d said a few days. He could put up with her for a week, but no longer.

“Your apartment is already ready for you. It’s no problem. If it was, I would have said no.”

He climbed the stairs and listened to the sound of her shoes clicking on the wood, a much more pleasant sound than his heavy stomps.

Yep, just a few days. It was a good thing. The last thing he needed in his kitchen—or in his life—was a woman.

THREE

How could her brother ever have trusted this cranky man?

Their gazes locked, and Kylie knew this would be the longest week of her life. Yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel relieved that she had a place to stay, somewhere to lie low until the madman back in Kentucky was arrested.

He would be arrested, right? The police had said they had a good lead and they should have the man behind bars within a matter of days. And with the man’s advances becoming more aggressive, they’d suggested that Kylie get away until everything was cleared up.

She’d overcome obstacles before in her life—huge obstacles, she reminded herself. She could overcome this, also. Though it was the second time in her twenty-nine short years that she’d had to fight for her life, she’d learned a lot during that first battle.

Nate cleared his throat, and Kylie snapped from her thoughts to see him waving her through a doorway. She averted her eyes and stepped over the threshold into a modest apartment located over the restaurant that Nate owned. The small space would be perfect—for a week.

Her gaze swept the place. It appeared to have all that she needed—a great room with a breakfast bar separating the living room and kitchen, one bedroom and one bath. A wall of boxes lined one wall, no doubt storage items for the restaurant in the previously unused space.

“Home sweet home,” Nate muttered, a sour expression still etched on his face.

Kylie swallowed before speaking. “I appreciate you giving me a place to stay. And I’m sorry for the rough start.” She silently begged him not to ask for any more details. Not now.

He seemed to study her face for a moment before nodding. “I’ll need you down in the kitchen by nine for prep. We open at eleven.”

Kylie nodded. “No problem.”

He rubbed his head and turned to leave, but paused to point toward the ceiling. “I’m in the upstairs apartment if you need me.”

He stepped into the hallway, and Kylie had the impression that it was in her best interest that she not need anything in the next eight hours. Regardless, she cleared her throat. “Nate?”

He turned.

“You know you can’t go to sleep after taking a blow like that, right?”

He scowled again. “Yeah, I know.” He stomped toward the steps before yelling, “And call your brother. He’s worried sick.”

Kylie closed the door slowly and clicked each lock into place. She then leaned against the door and looked at her new temporary residence. She’d be safe here. No one knew where she’d gone except for her brother, and he’d never tell. Everyone else thought she was out doing research.

Her brother…she had to call him. She rushed across the room to where an old rotary phone rested on the breakfast bar and dialed the familiar number.

Bruce answered halfway through the first ring. “Where have you been? I keep trying to call your cell phone and it goes straight to voice mail.”