Safe In My Arms

Operation: love.

Former army pilot Mina Gaines isn’t looking for a hero. She’s too busy running her grandfather’s remote mountainside hotel to bother with love. That is, until a private plane crashes and brings danger to her doorstep…and a sexy stranger into her life. There’s no mistaking that a serious threat is near, but when faced with no other way to survive, can she trust that there’s more to Jake?

Bringing a drug kingpin to justice is undercover DEA agent Jake Wolfe’s top mission. Now, with the beautiful Mina caught in the criminal’s crosshairs, he’s ready to take any risk to protect her—and keep her in his arms forever.

“I gave it a try and I liked it,”

Mina said with a note of humor in her voice. “I’ve always been a physical person and this life suits me.”

Jake inhaled and exhaled. The clean mountain air was invigorating. “I can see what you mean. This is the life.”

Mina laughed softly. “I’m glad you like it. You know you could be in a luxurious suite at Harrah’s Cherokee Casino Resort. They have over 1,100 rooms, plus a casino and a world-class entertainment center where top country music artists perform every weekend—”

Jake leaned over and kissed her midsentence. He let her lead him, waiting for permission to deepen the kiss. He would have been satisfied with just the taste of her lips on his tongue. After a moment, Mina sighed softly and gave herself to him. Her hand came up to caress his cheek, and she leaned in to him. Jake marveled at how sweet she tasted and how well the two of them anticipated each other’s needs. It was a gentle kiss. It was a kiss to seal what they each knew was happening between them, a meeting of kindred souls.

JANICE SIMS

is the author of twenty-one novels and has had stories included in nine anthologies. She has been nominated for a Career Achievement Award by RT Book Reviews, and her novel Temptation’s Song was nominated for Best Kimani Romance Series in 2010 by RT Book Reviews. A longtime member of Romance Writers of America, she lives in Central Florida with her family.

Safe in My Arms

Janice Sims

Before you start reading, why not sign up?

Thank you for downloading this Mills & Boon book. If you want to hear about exclusive discounts, special offers and competitions, sign up to our email newsletter today!

SIGN ME UP!

Or simply visit

signup.millsandboon.co.uk

Mills & Boon emails are completely free to receive and you can unsubscribe at any time via the link in any email we send you.

Dear Reader,

What makes a hero? Are they born with a sense of duty to others? Or do heroes simply react when the time comes to step up and save someone? In Safe in My Arms, both Amina Gaines and Jake Wolfe have suffered severe personal losses and are scarred by them.

We all have scars. None of us go through life without being marked by them. It’s up to us whether or not those scars add to our character or detract from it. That’s what I found so fascinating about Mina and Jake: they were people who rose above misfortune and thrived. An accident brought them together, but what happened after that was no accident—it was Fate.

I’m presently writing the third book in the Gaines Sisters series. You can contact me via Facebook, www.janicesims.com, Jani569432@aol.com or at Post Office Box 811, Mascotte, Florida 34753-0811.

Janice

Acknowledgments

Thanks to both Shannon Criss and Rachel Burkot for their editorial expertise in the production of Safe in My Arms. Your insights were most appreciated.

This book is dedicated to my Yahoo group who has shown a great deal of loyalty over the years. You’re like an extended family. Thanks for being the kind of readers who not only write reviews all over the web, but have been known to make new converts by word-of-mouth.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 1

“Oh, my God,” cried John Monahan, his face set in grim lines and his eyes on the Piper Matrix G1000’s fuel gauge. The indicator was perilously close to empty. “Somebody’s tampered with the fuel line. We don’t have enough to make it to the next town, let alone Atlanta.”

Jake Wolfe, sitting next to him in the pilot’s seat, stared at him in disbelief. John had gone pale under his tan. Jake felt his stomach plummet as he leaned over to peer out of the side window. Although John had the plane in a controlled glide, it felt as if the forest of the Great Smoky Mountains was rising up to meet them.

“We still have time to jump!” he said while unfastening his seat belt. When he had been loading the plane earlier today he’d spotted a couple of parachutes in the overhead storage compartment.

“It’s worth a try,” said John, sounding far from confident.

Hope blossomed in Jake’s chest when he found the parachutes. But on closer inspection, he discovered the rip cords on both of them had been irreparably damaged.

He hurried back to his seat and buckled up. “They’re totally useless,” he reported to John.

“It’s my fault,” John said gloomily as he did everything in his power to slow their descent. “I called Lynn and told her what I was planning to do. I never suspected Charlie would bug my home phone. I put Lynn at risk.”

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Jake said tightly. He was trying not to panic. It wasn’t working. “Just concentrate on landing this thing.”

A DEA agent, Jake had been undercover for nearly a year to get evidence on Charlie Betts, one of the most notorious drug dealers in the southern United States. The agency had never been able to catch him with the goods. But now, here Jake was, in a plane with its cargo hold stuffed full of illegal drugs recently obtained in Canada and a pilot willing to testify against Betts, and they were going down!

John was still talking nervously as he worked furiously to land the plane in a clearing he’d spotted below.

“I can’t believe Charlie would sabotage a million-dollar plane and risk millions of dollars’ worth of product going up in smoke just to get rid of me.”

Jake figured John was talking to calm himself, so he joined in the conversation, even though he felt that discussing anything right now, other than how to save their lives, was counterproductive. “You sound hurt, John. What did you expect from a murdering bastard like Charlie Betts?”

John turned to look at him for a split second, fear and anguish in his eyes. “The clearing’s a no-go, but I’m going to get this baby down in one piece, one way or another, and if I don’t make it, take care of my family. I shouldn’t have told Lynn. I’m such a fool.”

“The agency’s been watching over your family for weeks now, ever since I suspected you were coming over to our side,” Jake told him. “And we’re both gonna make it.” He nodded at the controls. “Ground’s coming up fast. Work your magic, John.”

“Hold on!” John yelled. The plane careened into a pine forest. The sound of the crash was deafening. Shards of glass flew around them like sparkling rain. The nose of the plane slid down a huge tree trunk to the forest floor, and then the plane fell onto its back, which was lucky for them, because the fuel tank was on the bottom of the plane. That, and the fact that the tank was nearly empty when they crashed, saved them from an explosion. Jake didn’t have time to brace himself. His final thought before losing consciousness was that if he was going to die he hoped it would happen quickly.

* * *

“I know what you’re up to, Grandpa,” Amina Gaines said accusingly as she trailed her grandfather up a steep slope. He had an amazing energy level for someone in his eighties. “Getting me out here on the pretense of scouting new camping sites for the guests is just a ruse to keep me from watching CNN, totally spoiling my Thursday morning routine.”

“All that talk about the troops pulling out of Afghanistan just brings back bad memories for you,” Grandpa Beck said matter-of-factly. He paused, looked back at her and breathed in the clear, fresh mountain air. “This,” he said, his arms spread wide to include all of nature, “is so much better for you. Besides, the place I’m going to show you will be a good hiking destination when we open up again next week.”

Mina laughed shortly. She had to admit that living and working with her grandfather at his lodge had been good for her. She had spent ten years of her life in the military. Four years at a military academy and six years as an army helicopter pilot. Her last hitch had been in Afghanistan where she’d lost the love of her life, Keith Armstrong, who was killed by an improvised explosive device. After Keith’s death, her heart was no longer in making the military her chosen career. So, when her hitch was over, she had not re-upped. Now she felt kind of like a fish out of water. But the past year or so, up here near the Cherokee reservation and the Great Smoky Mountains, her soul had felt more at home than it had in a very long time.

She smiled at her grandfather. He was a trim man of average height with long, wavy snow-white hair that he wore pulled back in a ponytail. His weather-beaten brown skin was the color of well-worn leather. In his youth he’d been a handsome man. He was still striking, although, as he liked to say, he’d earned every wrinkle on his face and he was proud of them.

“Stop grinning, and keep moving,” Grandpa Beck ordered brusquely, turning to continue their trek. “We’ve got a couple more miles to go before we reach that ridge I was telling you about.”

Mina paused to grab a bottle of water from her backpack. Drinking deeply, she peered up at the crystalline-blue September sky and spotted a plane coming toward them. Its trajectory was way off. It was flying far too low to even clear some of the tops of the nearby trees.

As it got closer she could hear its engines. Her pilot’s ears told her the plane was definitely in distress. That intermittent sputter or hitch in the engine was not normal.

Her grandfather was watching it, too, a frown marring his features. “Is it supposed to sound like that?” he asked.

Mina was paying close attention to the plane while putting her water bottle away and securing her backpack. “No, it’s not. I think they’re going down.”

“Are you sure?” Benjamin hesitated. “Maybe it can still get control of itself.”

Then the sound of the engine went completely silent, the plane disappeared from view, and they heard the thunderous boom of a crash. A look passed between granddaughter and grandfather. They knew that they quite possibly could mean the difference between life and death for the occupants of that plane.

Mina took out her cell phone to see if she could get a signal. Just as she had suspected, there was none. There were no cell phone towers in the vicinity.

“Grandpa,” said Mina as she stuck the phone in her jacket pocket. “We can’t call anybody, so you need to get back to the lodge and contact the forest rangers or mountain rescue. I’m going to the crash site to see if there are any survivors.”

“The site could be miles away,” Benjamin protested. “And we’re at least five miles from the lodge. I should stay with you in case we have to carry someone out of here.”

Mina was shaking her head. “There could be more than one survivor. Plus, I’m going to have to hustle, and I can make better time without you,” she told him frankly. “You know these mountains. If anyone can point the rescuers in the right direction, it’s you.”

Benjamin reluctantly nodded in agreement. He went into his backpack and handed over his extra water and energy bars. “You might need these before it’s over with.”

Mina accepted his provisions and shoved them into her backpack. “I’m going now,” she said. “Be careful going back down the mountain, Grandpa.”

“I’ll be okay,” Benjamin said. “You’re the one walking into an unknown situation. Better put on your captain persona, baby girl.”

Mina smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up before turning and rapidly walking in the direction in which she’d seen the plane go down.

Captain was the rank she’d earned while in the army. No one had called her that in two years.

After half an hour, she realized that even though she could guess in which direction the plane’s wreckage could be found, she needed more accurate information than that to go on. So she decided to climb a tree to see if she could spot the downed plane from above. It had been a while since she’d had to scale a tree, although she and her sisters had done it all the time when they were kids, and she had done it on weekends as part of endurance training while in the army.

Removing her backpack and dropping it onto the ground beneath a fifty-foot pine tree, she put on the supple leather fingerless gloves that she had in her backpack to protect her hands while rock climbing. She kept her jacket on to protect her arms and chest from the rough bark of the tree. She removed her rubber-soled hiking boots and thick socks because bare feet gave her more traction. She took hold of the tree trunk and shinnied up the tree enough to grasp an upper branch. Then she carefully climbed from branch to branch until she was about thirty feet up. Muscles she had forgotten she had burned with the effort. She looked around. There, to the south, was the plane resting on its back. She didn’t see any rising plumes of smoke, which she figured was a good thing.

Getting down out of the tree was much easier than climbing it. She put her socks and boots back on, secured her backpack and began jogging in the direction of the crash site.

She glanced down at her watch as she ran. It was a few minutes after one in the afternoon, several hours before sundown. She and Grandpa Beck had gotten an early start this morning. Hopefully their early start would bode well for any survivors of the crash. Search and rescue would have a more difficult time finding them in the dark. Plus, this being autumn in the mountains, nights could get very cold.

Leaning into her sprint, she ran on, praying all the while that when she reached the site she would find someone alive.

* * *

Jake groaned as he came to. For a moment, his vision was blurry. When his eyes did finally focus, everything still appeared screwy to him. Then he realized he was upside down. He was afraid to move in case something was broken. So he stayed still and took a mental inventory of his body. Where did it hurt? Pretty much everywhere was his answer. “John?”

His voice was barely a whisper. “John!” No reply.

“John, if you can hear me, please say something!”

No sounds issued from John Monahan. Jake sighed in despair.

His vision clearer now, he looked around. Shattered glass, pine needles, broken branches and wrapped bundles of drugs littered the floor. No, not the floor, he remembered. It was the ceiling of the plane, because they were upside down.

He took a couple of deep breaths. He couldn’t stay here like this. What if no one had seen them go down? Some parts of these mountains were very isolated. There was a possibility that the only way he was getting out of this predicament was by his own efforts.

First he had to figure out which, if any, parts of him were injured. So he started by wiggling his fingers and toes. All moved normally. Then he tried moving his arms and legs. Once again, they seemed in good shape. Next he turned his head. That was when he saw poor John slumped to the side with a tree branch stuck in his chest. Jake viciously cursed the fates. It wasn’t fair. The guy was trying to turn his life around. Now he was dead for doing the right thing.

Jake vowed that Charlie Betts would pay for this.

With new resolve, he reached over to unfasten his seat belt, realizing that as soon as he did so, he would fall to the roof of the plane. He anticipated a lot of pain when he did so, but he had no alternative.

Just as he was about to click the release button, he heard a noise. It sounded like someone was trying to force the door open. Then he could have sworn he heard a muffled voice on the other side of the door.

* * *

Mina pulled hard on the door. It seemed to be jammed. She braced one foot on the side of the plane and put her back into it. The door popped open suddenly, throwing her off balance and onto her backside. She got up and pulled the door all the way open and peered inside. “Hello, can anyone hear me?”

“Yeah, thank God, I can hear you!”

Mina gingerly stepped inside. The ceiling of the plane was covered in padded leather the same neutral tone as the interior’s six seats. She stepped around bundles of something that appeared to have been put in opaque garbage bags and then wrapped with duct tape for added security. Glass and pine needles and various-sized tree branches crunched underfoot.

“Are you alone?” she asked the man who had answered her.

“No, the pilot’s here beside me,” he said. “Please check him. He hasn’t said anything since I regained consciousness.”

“Okay, I’m getting closer,” Mina told him. Momentarily she was right beside him. As he’d asked, she checked the pilot first. She was horrified by the sight of the tree branch sticking out of his chest, but that didn’t stop her from feeling for a pulse. She’d seen worse-looking injuries in Afghanistan, and some of those soldiers had actually survived them. So she was thorough about checking for signs of life.

“I’m sorry,” she said after a couple of minutes, her tone solemn. “Your friend is gone.”

She heard a sharp intake of breath from the survivor and then a long exhale. “I was hoping I was wrong and he’d made it,” he said.

Mina moved close beside him as he hung upside down in his seat, and that was when he got a good look at her. She was twentysomething, about five-five, and slender. To him she had the face of an angel, a black angel with golden-brown skin and abundant black hair that she wore in braids down her back.

“Are you the advance person of a team of rescuers?” he joked.

Mina smiled as she began running her hand across his body, trying to ascertain the nature of his injuries. “My grandfather and I were hiking in the mountains when we saw your plane go down. We couldn’t get a cell-phone signal, so he’s on the way back down the mountain to notify the authorities. Until they get here, I’m all you’ve got.”

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate your help,” Jake said, “but I weigh two hundred pounds. I don’t think you could carry me if I’m unable to walk.”

Mina was still running her hands over his body. “Does anything on you hurt when I touch you?”

* * *

For a moment Jake forgot about the pain. He thought that must be a good sign. That a pretty woman could make him forget he’d just been in a plane crash. “I don’t think I have any broken bones,” he told her. “If you can help me out of this seat, I believe I can walk out of here under my own steam.”

“All right,” she agreed immediately. “I’m going to get close to you and spot you. You unfasten the seat belt on a count of three.”

Their eyes met. Mina’s dark brown eyes were encouraging. His probably looked doubtful. “Whenever you’re ready,” Mina said confidently.

Jake took a deep breath, counted out loud to three and hit the release button. Gravity did the rest. But what he had anticipated would be a painful experience was not, because the woman whom he had thought was not strong enough to carry him was supporting him securely in her arms. His legs felt weak initially, and when he felt the blood trickling down the bridge of his nose, he realized that he had a head injury. Being upside down, he had not noticed the blood. His hand went to his head.

The woman smiled at him. “It doesn’t look bad,” she told him. “I’ll take a look at it when we get outside.”

Jake’s legs felt stronger. Believing he could walk now, he gestured toward the door with a nod of his head. “Maybe we should get out of here. We’ve been lucky so far because the plane was nearly out of fuel when we crashed, but who knows?”

“I’m ready when you are,” Mina said.

They walked slowly to the exit, and Mina helped him step out of the plane onto the forest floor. He squinted up at the sky. It had taken Mina nearly three hours to reach the crash site after she’d spied it from her perch in the pine tree.

“Somehow I thought the sun would be lower in the sky,” he said. “It feels as though I’ve been in there for hours.”

“Only three hours,” Mina assured him as they continued walking away from the plane. “It was a bit after one when I heard the crash, and I got here about three hours later.”

He looked down at her in amazement. “I can’t believe you did that. You had no idea what you could be walking into. What made you do it?”

“Let’s find you a safe place to sit down before I tell you my life story, okay?” Mina said lightly.

Chapter 2

“Easy,” Mina cautioned as she helped the stranger sit down with his back against a sugar maple tree. They were out of the copse of pines in which the plane had crashed. Mina thought it wise to put some distance between them and the plane. He’d mentioned that the fuel had been depleted before the crash, but better safe than sorry.

She saw that the scratch on his forehead was still bleeding and shrugged off her backpack to look inside for something with which to stanch the bleeding. “I wonder if there’s a first-aid kit on the plane,” she mused as she searched. She didn’t relish having to go back on board where this man’s friend was still hanging upside down with a tree branch stuck in his chest, but she would do it if she couldn’t get the blood to stop flowing.

She found a clean paper towel and pressed it firmly against the two-inch-long cut. The stranger was looking at her with a hint of humor in his gaze.

“We haven’t introduced ourselves,” he said softly. “Hello, I’m Jake, and you are?”

“You can call me Mina,” she said.

“Whenever someone introduces themselves like that, there’s usually another name that they’re trying to conceal,” he observed with a smile.

“It’s short for Amina,” she said.

“One letter short,” he joked. “Wow.”

Mina laughed. She liked his accent. He wasn’t Southern, that was for sure. He sounded like a New Yorker. “I suppose Jake’s short for Jacob?”

“No, Jason. I know it should be short for Jacob, but Jake’s what my parents started calling me and it stuck.”

“Like mine, only one letter shorter,” Mina noted.

“You’re sharp,” he said.

“You’ve been hit on the head,” she countered. “It doesn’t take much to be sharper than you are right now.”

“And beautiful,” he added.

“The head thing again,” she said.

He ignored her. “Where are we, Mina?”

“You’re near a little town called Cherokee, close to the Tennessee/North Carolina border. Where were you headed?”

“Atlanta.”

“You’re quite a few miles away,” Mina told him as she continued to press the paper towel to his forehead. “What are you, a businessman? That Piper Matrix is some sweet plane.”

“You know planes?”

“I was a helicopter pilot when I was in the army.”