Explosive Reunion

“I’m not leaving you.”

He made a promise to protect her.

Back in her hometown, Tori James never expects to spend time with her ex-fiancé—until someone blows up her car. Now she has a target on her back, and accepting Staff Sergeant Cade McMann as her bodyguard is her only hope of staying alive. But even as Cade and Tori are drawn back together, a killer is determined to tear them apart for good.

KAREN KIRST was born and raised in east Tennessee near the Great Smoky Mountains. She’s a lifelong lover of books, but it wasn’t until after college that she had the grand idea to write one herself. Now she divides her time between being a wife, homeschooling mom and romance writer. Her favorite pastimes are reading, visiting tearooms and watching romantic comedies.

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Explosive Reunion

Karen Kirst

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EXPLOSIVE REUNION

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“While we were waiting for our order, I saw a man. He was watching us.”

Cade’s gut feeling had solidified. Over her shoulder, he studied the diner’s facade. Tori turned to see what he was looking at. What scant color there was left in her face drained, and she lifted a trembling hand to clutch her neck.

“Cade...”

Only one of the plate-glass windows had been blown out. Theirs.

“My car. It wasn’t an accident, was it?” Her gaze swerved to his, begging him to refute her claim.

“We can’t know that for sure—”

“Someone shot at us. This isn’t Chicago or New York City. This is small-town America.” She had to work to drag in air. “You told me not to ignore my instincts. I should’ve heeded your advice. Someone has been watching me since I returned. Waiting for an opportunity to—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to.

They both knew that, had the timing been different yesterday, had the shooter’s aim been a little more accurate, Tori would be dead already.

Dear Reader,

What a roller-coaster ride this book journey has been! In the spring of this year, after having written multiple books for Love Inspired Historical, I learned the sad news of the line’s closing. After much prayer, I turned my sights on the romantic suspense line and was grateful my editor agreed to let me submit an idea. The appeal of the military hero was strong. My husband and I lived the military life for nearly eight years. The challenges were many and varied, but so were the blessings. Writing about Camp Lejeune and the surrounding areas, and about the brave men and women who serve, brought back many wonderful memories. I’ve had such fun writing this story, and I hope to return to this setting in future books.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on Facebook and Twitter. My website, www.karenkirst.com, has information about my historical romances, including my Smoky Mountain Matches series. I will update it with information about my new romantic suspense adventures. You can also email me at karenkirst@live.com.

Thank you for choosing my book.

Blessings,

Karen Kirst

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

—Isaiah 41:10

To the men and women of our armed forces who serve our country, and to their families who love and support them. Thank you for your service, dedication and sacrifice.

A huge thank-you to my own marine, Marek. I’m proud to be your wife.

Thank you to my editor, Emily Rodmell, and to Love Inspired executive editor Tina James for giving me the opportunity to switch gears from historical romance to romantic suspense. It’s been a blast!

Thank you to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who walked with me during the writing of this book and gave me the confidence and ability to complete it.

Acknowledgments

Thank you to Sergeant Dan Morton for patiently answering my law enforcement questions. And thanks to Jessica Felker, RN, BSN, my niece and a wonderful nurse, for assisting me with medical information. Any mistakes are purely my own.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

Acknowledgments

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

EPILOGUE

Extract

About the Publisher

ONE

Sneads Ferry, North Carolina

Marines didn’t tuck tail and run at the first hint of trouble. They didn’t panic. They assessed problems and devised practical solutions. Ten years of service had honed Staff Sergeant Cade McMann’s skills and cemented his confidence. He should be able to have a simple conversation with his ex-fiancée without trembling in his boots.

When he’d learned Tori James was moving back to their small fishing community, he’d known there’d be adjustments. But she’d been home a month, and pretending they didn’t share a painful history—and attempting to avoid each other despite their families’ close ties—had become a problem. Time to deal with it.

As he approached her place, a gray-and-white Queen Anne home set in a narrow lot, house flags whipped in the wind and chimes clattered a discordant alarm. The sign advertising Tori’s pet-supply shop swayed on creaking chains. The Canine Companion occupied the first floor. The second had been converted into an apartment years ago. A tinkling bell heralded the exit of a customer and her four-legged pet. She was chatting and laughing with a petite blonde woman.

Tori. His gut tightened.

A humid breeze teased the hem of her flirty summer dress, drawing his eyes to her shapely legs and round-toed flats.

The pair continued across the generous covered porch and into the stamp-sized flower garden surrounded by a low brick wall, the dog trotting between them. She hadn’t noticed him yet. Contentment curved her lips as she bent to give the pooch a proper goodbye.

The back of his neck grew hot. The last time he’d been face-to-face with her, she’d ripped his heart from his chest and stomped on it.

It’s now or never. “Hello, Tori.”

Tori popped up, a strangled cry of surprise catching in her throat. “Cade.” Taking in his camouflage uniform and heavy lace-up boots, her brows slammed together. “What are you doing here?”

The other woman’s gaze bouncing between them, she guided her dog toward the exit. Cade moved to unlatch the gate and hold it open for her. Once she was out of earshot, he stepped through and let it shuffle closed behind him.

His keys bit into his palm. “Would you believe I’m here to purchase one of those fancy dog cookies?”

“You don’t own a dog.” Her white-blond hair danced about her face. She’d lopped off several inches, and the pale, straight layers kissed the underside of her jaw. The short style enhanced her delicate bone structure and made her green eyes pop. “Unless you got one and didn’t tell your mother.”

Best friends for decades, their mothers had few secrets. “I’m pet free at the moment.”

“Then I can’t help you.”

“Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

“It’s ninety degrees.”

“An ice cream, then. Last I heard, Red’s Diner still sells vanilla-and-orange swirl.”

At the mention of the diner they’d frequented, the corners of her mouth turned down. “Maybe another time.”

When she pivoted and started to walk away, he caught her wrist in a light hold. “Your mom’s birthday party is Sunday night.” His mom, Dee, had been planning the event for weeks. She wanted to give Barbara a sixtieth birthday celebration that would hopefully get her mind off of her illness. “Do you really believe our families won’t be evaluating our every move?”

“I’m sure we can manage to be civil.”

“Can we? You aren’t even willing to let me buy you an ice cream.”

He hadn’t been this close to her since she ended their engagement a decade ago. Her perfume, a pleasant blend of oranges and bergamot, transported him to another time, to when they’d been each other’s closest confidantes. Friends since middle school, it wasn’t until their senior year that he’d realized friendship wasn’t enough anymore.

A garbage receptacle toppled over. Tori cringed, her gaze darting around to the neighboring homes.

“Something wrong?”

“I’ve had a weird feeling these past few days...” She grimaced. “It’s nothing. That’s what I get for reading back-to-back murder mysteries.”

He did his own scan of their surroundings and found nothing out of the ordinary. No one stirred outside the mint-green house next door advertising tax services. Directly across the street, three gardeners worked to tidy the double lot belonging to a swanky bed-and-breakfast.

“Don’t dismiss your instincts. If you think—”

“Forget it.” She leveled him a look that reminded him that their days of sharing confidences were long gone. “Look, Cade, if you want to talk, let’s talk about my brother. You have to convince him not to enlist.”

Over the years, Jason had become the little brother Cade never had. When the eighteen-year-old had confided in him about his dreams of a military career, he’d warned him Tori wouldn’t be pleased.

“He’ll be an asset to the Corps. He’s strong, physically and mentally. There are opportunities for advancement, and he can take college courses later on. Your mom gave him her blessing.”

He didn’t have to ask why she wouldn’t. Her experience as a military kid had been characterized by frustration and disappointment. A respected member of Force Recon, her father Thomas James had been involved in secretive missions more often than he was home. His frequent, unexpected absences had put a strain on his marriage and caused his daughter to become disillusioned. After his untimely death—which, to this day, was shrouded in mystery—she used to say that she lost her father to the military long before.

Her eyes flashed. “I know you’re married to the Marines, but that doesn’t have to be Jason’s future.”

Cade wrestled with fresh hurt and disappointment that carried him back to the day she’d cut him out of her life. He’d known she wouldn’t like his decision to enlist, but he hadn’t dreamed she’d refuse to marry him because of it. Their breakup was the reason he’d almost flunked out of boot camp.

The June heat ratcheted up a notch. He tugged off his cover and ran his hand over his hair. “My life may not be perfect, but it’s a good one. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished. Whether or not Jason joins, it’s ultimately his decision, not yours.”

“Thank you for reminding me how little you value my opinion,” she retorted, hurt glistening in her eyes. “It didn’t matter ten years ago. I see nothing’s changed.”

Tori backed away. He was reviewing the ways he’d messed up when an explosion rocked the ground beneath him. The sound of a nearby lawnmower was eclipsed by the roar of twisting metal. A wave of intense heat billowed toward them. With Tori’s scream ringing in his ears, he lunged for her.

Cade’s big body pressed Tori into the sunbaked earth, his arm heavy across her back and his cheek tucked against her neck, as bits of fiery debris rained down on them. Brittle grass poked her skin. Her right wrist throbbed.

“What happened?” She tried to move, but her human shield wasn’t budging.

“I don’t know.”

His weight shifted above her, and his exclamation spurred her to take advantage of his distraction. She inched out from underneath him and clapped her hand over her mouth.

Orange flames devoured her car seats. Her rearview mirror dangled in front of what used to be the windshield. Black smoke rolled and curled high into the sky, aiming for the branches high above their heads. Her car was nothing more than a hulled-out shell.

“My car,” she breathed, choking on the acrid taste invading her mouth.

Cade curved his arm around her waist and helped her stand. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t understand. How? Why?”

“Tori?” He shoved his face close, his ocean-blue eyes churning.

“I’m fine.”

Her car wasn’t, though. Rushing out the front gate, she strode to the end of the driveway for a better view.

Cade followed on her heels. She pointed to the detached garage, thankful it was too full of overstock and gardening tools to be used for parking. “Do you see any damage?”

“Nothing obvious.” He nodded grimly to the side of the house. “Your upstairs window’s broken.”

“My bedroom. I should make sure whatever busted the glass doesn’t catch the house on fire.”

“I’ll come with you.”

In normal circumstances, she would’ve refused the offer. Memories of Cade permeated the house. Her mom had purchased it fifteen years ago, when Tori was just thirteen, and transformed the first floor into a paradise for dogs and the second into a rentable apartment. Cade and his family had helped with everything from tagging merchandise to installing bathroom tile. After a renter had been found and the shop opened for business, he’d continued to pitch in whenever he could. He and Tori had swept floors, passed out sales flyers and even convinced Barbara to carry bakery-grade dog cookies.

But right now, Tori appreciated the company. Her heartbeat hadn’t yet resumed its usual rhythm and her legs felt rubbery. She kept expecting something else to go boom.

Inside, she ascended the stairs hugging the left of the foyer. Cade’s heavier tread pelted behind her. She quickly unlocked the door at the top of the steps and entered the short hallway.

“Doesn’t smell like anything is burning.” She tapped a pile of cardboard boxes. “Watch your step. I haven’t gotten around to unpacking everything yet.”

“You’re to be commended, Tori. Leaving your position at the library and your home in Tennessee in order to come back and give your mom a break couldn’t have been easy.”

The admiration in his eyes put a lump in her throat. “She needed me.”

“Not everyone would be willing to make that sacrifice.”

While it was true her mom’s lupus diagnosis had been the primary motivating factor, there were other reasons she’d craved a break from her life there. Reasons she’d rather keep private.

Tori led the way into the corner room that she’d designated as the master bedroom. Bits of glass littered her bed. A twisted piece of metal lay on her throw rug.

“There’s the culprit,” she said.

Cade crossed to the broken window and pulled out his phone to call emergency dispatch.

She hung back, soaking in the changes time had wrought. He’d been handsome as a teen, the combination of inky-black hair, vivid blue eyes and a winsome smile earning him scores of admirers. More athletic than studious, he’d possessed an energy that couldn’t be tamed. But he hadn’t let his popularity go to his head. He’d been kind to everyone, no matter their status, a hero even before he’d donned the uniform. No wonder she’d fallen for him.

He’d matured into an intriguing, gorgeous man. His military regulation haircut, buzzed short on the sides but long enough to run his fingers through on the top, lent him an intimidating edge. He was taller than she remembered. Broader. In top physical condition—able to scale walls, leap out of helicopters, wrestle bad guys or whatever the Marine Corps asked him to do. She really didn’t want to know specifics. She’d worried about him during every deployment, praying for his safety and experiencing a rush of relief with every homecoming. Tori may have turned her back on military life, but thanks to her mom’s regular reports of Cade’s movements, she hadn’t escaped the emotional rollercoaster. If Jason enlisted, she’d be worrying about him, too.

He ended the call. “The fire department will be here soon.”

She joined him at the window. From this angle, the burning vehicle looked even more ominous. “This isn’t commonplace, is it?”

“Commonplace? No. But not impossible, especially considering the age of your vehicle. I doubt it had an electric fan. The catalytic converter could’ve been clogged. Or there could’ve been a fuel leak.”

Those options sounded reasonable. Far more reasonable than the paths her mind were taking. She had to reconsider her choice of reading material. There was no one after her. She sold pet supplies, not classified information.

Cade turned toward her, his gaze narrowing. “Do you suspect this wasn’t an accident?”

“Of course not.” That would be ridiculous.

His gaze dropped deliberately to where she was fiddling with her ring. “Is someone giving you trouble? A customer? Neighbor? Boyfriend?”

She studied his face for clues. Did he know about her former boyfriend and the activities that landed him in prison? Tori had made her mom promise not to tell anyone in the McMann family.

“None of the above.”

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, he peered through both windows. “People are congregating on the sidewalk.”

“I should go down there and reassure my neighbors.”

Outside, they found a gathering crowd, shock reflected on their faces. Her next-door neighbor wove his way to her side. “Tori, are you okay?”

Her wrist throbbed and she was without transportation. It wasn’t the best day, but it could’ve been much worse. She was grateful that the house and her mom’s beloved shop were still intact.

“I’m fine, Kenneth.” She introduced the harried tax man to Cade. The two nodded to each other in greeting. Slightly older than her, the reed-thin bachelor with owlish features seemed to always be at loose ends. But he had a steady stream of customers, so he must be good at his job.

“I was putting my frozen dinner into the microwave when I heard the explosion.” Blinking behind the thick glasses, he tried to smooth his riotous curls. “You’re fortunate this didn’t happen fifteen minutes later.”

Cade shifted his stance. “Why do you say that?”

“Tori drives to the bank every day after she closes the store, like clockwork.”

He blanched. Their gazes locked, and the questions surging in his eyes mirrored her own. Who else besides Kenneth had taken note of her habits? Had the destruction of her car been, in fact, an act of deliberate violence?

TWO

“Don’t say it, Cade.” Tori wrapped her arms around her midsection.

“You have to admit the timing is suspicious,” he murmured.

“It’s a coincidence.”

She was a regular citizen. A librarian. Except she’d temporarily traded books for pet supplies.

Before he could respond, the whine of sirens careened around the corner. A fire engine rumbled to a stop in the middle of the street, followed by several patrol cars. Cade remained by her side as firefighters doused the flames. By the looks of the darkening sky, rain would’ve soon taken care of it.

Deputy Wayne Claxton introduced himself and wrote her information on a palm-sized paper pad. About the age her father would be if he’d lived, the wire-haired, mustached deputy had perfected his poker face, not giving so much as a hint of his thoughts.

“Your car wasn’t running, correct?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you see or smell evidence of a fire before the explosion?”

She’d been too distracted by Cade to notice. “No.”

“You haven’t had any electrical issues? Problems with your ignition switch?”

“No, nothing like that. I take it in for routine maintenance.”