Elizabeth Ludwig
Author, Editor, Speaker
From Died in the Wool (Barbour Publishing, 2011)
Monah's heart thumped painfully. If Mike found out the truth about her, if he knew that she was adopted. . .
Her eyes widened. "Please don't ask me, Mike. Don't make me tell you everything."
For several long seconds, he simply stared, his pleading eyes piercing her to the core. Finally, he circled the desk and came to stand beside her, his broad shoulders blocking out the officers pacing outside his window. "Do you trust me, Monah?"
Her breath caught. She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to!
She bit her lip, glad for the solid chair with its broad, flat arms that kept her from keeling over and falling to the floor.
"Mike. . ."
He dropped to his haunches, both hands cradling hers. This close, she could see every gentle wave of his hair, smell the fresh, sporty shampoo he'd used just that morning. If she reached out, she could run her fingers through it.
But he wouldn't let her, she thought, tugging her hands free. Not when he learned the truth.
.From Love Finds You in Calico, California (Summerside Press 2010)
Nathan's hands shook. Abigail was missing. He could think of nothing else.
His gaze skipped over the row of men. They stared back, their eyes earnest. They were looking to him for answers. . .only he didn't have any to give.
Swallowing the knot in his throat, he gestured to the yawning cave. "We'll split into groups. Try and find a clue--"
"A clue?" Nichols barked a laugh. "To what? Everyone knows she never wanted to marry you. She ran off. It's as simple as that."
Nathan's hands balled into fists. He'd kill him. . .later. First, he had to find Abigail.
He whirled and strode toward the cave. "Let's go."