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A cynical laugh escaped him. “I don’t need to prove anything to you, Bentley. I have everything I need to hurt you right here.”

That fact scared Nick to death. “This isn’t about Kylie, is it? It’s about us.”

Dave bobbed his head as madness gleamed in his eyes and a hint of a grimace curled his thin lips. “You’ve taken everything from me. You are the reason I have to kill. The reason I can’t have Kylie.”

As Nick glared at Dave, he watched his every move. The way his teeth clenched, the way his hand trembled, the knife quavering at Kylie’s neck. Dave’s composure was starting to shred. One wrong move and Nick would be ready.

“Dave, you misunderstood my intentions with Kylie. So let go of her and we’ll talk.”

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Dave roared and Nick held his tongue. He wasn’t about to answer that. “We have nothing to talk about. You’ve already ruined my life!”

“I’ve ruined your life?” Nick kept his voice calm and his eyes locked on Dave’s.

“You absolutely have!” Dave pointed his knife at Nick.

Those were the few seconds of opportunity that Nick needed. He broke eye contact with Dave and quickly gestured with a flick of his head for Kylie to get out of there.

As Kylie shot out of Dave’s grip, Nick lunged forward and threw a straight left kick, knocking the knife from Dave’s hand.

Dave’s growl lit the air as he whirled around and charged at him. Jumping back, Nick swung his leg over Dave’s head, sending him into the back of a chair. Dave nearly tumbled to his knees, but regaining his footing, he turned, a bloody gash over his eye, and came at Nick with a right hook. “Are you going to kill me, Nick? Do it! You’ll be no better than me!”

There had been enough killing. With a groan, Nick shielded himself and grabbed Dave’s arm, flipping him over his shoulder. Dave landed with a thud. “Give it up, Dave. We’ve both had enough.”

Back on his feet, Dave huffed, “I’m not finished with you, Bentley.” He clumsily danced around as if he was trying to gain momentum, then lunged at Nick, grabbing for his neck.

Nick’s heart rate spiked as he thrust a palm into Dave’s chest. Latching on to Nick’s shirt, Dave stumbled back, ripping the fabric and sending buttons flying.

Nick readied himself. Although Dave was no match for him, he’d let him exhaust himself.

Regaining his balance, Dave came at him again, but Nick jumped in the air, spun around and pummeled him in the abdomen with a flying left kick, sending him slamming into the wall.

“I’m...going to...kill...you...Nick.” Hyperventilating, Dave went to his knees.

Okay. Done.
Hunkering down, Nick secured Dave’s wrists behind his back. Then, giving a cursory glance around, he spotted Kylie standing in the kitchen doorway. She was gaping slightly, eyebrows tentatively raised, and gripping an iron skillet in her hand.

Resourceful. He liked that.

“Ky, are you okay?”

She nodded. “I am now.”

“Could you grab some duct tape? And if you haven’t called the cops yet, that would nice.” He winked and was pleased when she smiled.

She lowered the pan. “They’re already on the way.”

Got to love that girl. And he did.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, Kylie clung to Nick, feeling safe in his embrace as they stood on her front porch and watched two officers wrestle Detective Dave Michelson into the backseat of a police cruiser.

The nightmare was over. The mystery of Conrad Miller’s death was finally solved. Tears of relief stung Kylie’s eyes.
Thank You, Lord, for getting us through this.

“I think I’ve got everything I need.” The older police sergeant pocketed his notepad.

“You have my number if you think of any other questions,” Nick said, tightening his grip on Kylie. “We’d like to see Dave tried and convicted in short order.”

“I understand.” The officer nodded. “The whole town will be glad to put this ordeal behind them. With the charges facing Michelson—four counts of murder, two counts of attempted murder and a stalking charge—he’ll be locked up for a long, long time.”

“Good to hear,” Kylie and Nick said in unison.

As the sergeant walked away, Kylie twisted out of Nick’s arms. She looked up at him. “So what now, Captain Bentley?”

A smile curved his generous lips. “Well, I’ve recently had a bit of a revelation.”

“Really?” Kylie looked at him more intently. “What kind of a revelation?”

“I realized how much I lost when I left ten years ago. My home, my faith and my heart. And the hurt I caused you because of those choices is my greatest regret.”

She fluttered her lashes. “What does all that mean?”

“It means I no longer want to live a life of regrets.”

A trickle of hope snaked into her heart, but she held it at bay. She swallowed. “Then don’t leave Asheville again.”

“And if I stay?” He gave her a questioning look.

Kylie shook her head, convinced that he wasn’t serious. “Don’t play with my emotions, please.”

“All right.” Nick extended his hand. “Let’s do this right.”

For a moment she couldn’t breathe. “What?”

“Come on.” He canted his head and captured her hand. In one steady movement she was in his arms.

She gulped a breath and her heart melted at the hope in his eyes. She almost requested that he pinch her, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. Because if this wasn’t real, her heart was history.

His arms tightened around her. Not a pinch, but good enough. She sighed.

“Are you okay?”

Kylie nodded.
Very much okay,
she wanted to say, but she couldn’t speak for the lump in her throat.

She glimpsed the thoughtful expression crossing his features, and she could almost feel his hesitation. Then he smiled, a slow, crooked smile that warmed her deeply.

“Kylie Harper, I’ll ask you again. What happens if I stay?”

She closed her eyes, scarcely believing. “A new life between us, I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

She flinched and opened her eyes. “I hope.”

He arched a dark brow. “Only hope?”

“I know,” she whispered.

He leaned closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “Sold.”

Nearly blinded by the tears in her eyes, she curled a hand over the nape of his neck. “I’m going to hold you to this.”

“Promise?” That crooked smile again.

“Promise.”

Pressing his forehead against hers, he stared intently into her eyes. “Forever?”

“Forever,” she whispered before he kissed her, his lips gentle against hers. And their love, kept at bay for so long, blossomed, deepening their kiss and flooding passion into their souls.

TWENTY

Six months later

T
here was good-size turnout. Nick counted about two hundred people gathered by the front steps of the Asheville Municipal Building.

Mayor Delbert Carlisle stepped up to the microphone. “It is my pleasure to extend congratulations to Captain Nicholas Bentley following his election as police and crime commissioner for the city of Asheville and Buncombe County.”

The crowd burst into applause.

Mayor Carlisle held up a hand. “Let me just share some of our incoming commissioner’s accomplishments. As a veteran of the United States Army, Captain Bentley was part of a Delta Force special-operations unit. As an elite Special Forces soldier, he was involved in covert missions...”

Standing off to the side and out of spectator view, Nick leaned in and slipped his arm around Kylie. “I already don’t like this part of my job.”

Kylie cast him a sidelong glance. “What part?” she whispered.

“Public speaking. I’m more of a behind-the-scenes, hunt-down-the-criminal kind of guy. Politics and pomp are not my thing. And this suit—” Nick pulled at the collar “—definitely not me.”

“Should I be surprised by this revelation?” Kylie picked a piece of lint from his jacket.

Nick laughed when he saw her teasing smile. “So you won’t mind if we skip out early from the mayor’s banquet today?”

“Well,” Kylie said, giving a slight shrug, “the dinner’s in your honor, but if you don’t want to stay long and mingle, I guess that’s fine.”

Nick bent in a little closer. “I have plans tonight that I can’t break.”

Pulling back, Kylie blinked up at him. “Really? Do I know about these plans?”

“Actually—” Nick glanced right and left and then winked. “It’s a surprise for my wife.”

A killer smile crossed her face, the one that sent his heart into palpitations. “A surprise, you say?” Kylie nuzzled up to him.

“Yes.” He brushed a kiss against her temple. “I’ll give you a little hint. A cozy cabin in the woods, three dozen yellow roses...”

“Oh, my, three dozen yellow roses?” She pulled back slightly, flicking a glance at him.

“In celebration of our three-month anniversary.”

Kylie melted against him again.

Marriage was definitely working for him.

“Citizens of Asheville, let’s welcome Commissioner Nick Bentley to the stage!” The mayor’s introduction was followed by more applause.

Nick snapped back into commissioner mode. “Come on.” He grabbed Kylie’s hand and they started walking.

“I don’t think I’m supposed go on stage with you.”

Nick glanced at his wife before he stepped into public view. “Ky, I want you by my side now and forever.”

And the smile she sent him told him that was exactly where she wanted to be.

Now and forever.

* * * * *

Keep reading for an excerpt from PROTECTIVE INSTINCTS by Shirlee McCoy.

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoyed reading about Nick and Kylie in
Smoky Mountain Investigation.
Their story is built around lost love, forgiveness and trust. By pushing aside guilt, forgiveness and trust are possible and by God’s grace they are able to move on together in love.

Nestled between the scenic Blue Ridge and the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, Asheville’s abundant natural beauty and great quality of life made a beautiful setting for the story to evolve. Although street names and names of establishments visited by the characters are fictional, the lush forests and rich mountain setting play an integral part of the story.

Life isn’t always easy and rarely goes as planned. Many things happen we don’t understand. But there is one constant in our world that never changes: the living God. It blesses me to know that by His grace anything is possible.

May you find His blessings in all you do,

Annslee Urban

Questions for Discussion

1. Why did you decide to read this book? Was the story appealing to you?
   
2. Were the memories Nick and Kylie shared from their past clear to you? Was the tragedy that happened at camp believable?
   
3. Did you find Nick’s and Kylie’s characters likable and believable?
   
4. As the story evolved, did the suspense keep you turning the pages?
   
5. Did you enjoy the pace at which the romance built between Nick and Kylie?
   
6. Nick held on to the guilt of his friend Conrad’s death. How did forgiving himself impact the story? What happens when we carry guilt?
   
7. Detective Dave loved Kylie from afar. Why did he finally decide that he needed to kill her?
   
8. Horrific memories left Nick with a sour taste for a city he once loved. What happens when someone forgets the good memories and focuses on the bad?
   
9. Did you enjoy the Scripture at the beginning of the book? What do you think God is telling us? How does it apply to your life?
   
10. Nick left behind the woman he loved to escape the pain and guilt he felt after his friend was murdered. What happens when we run away from our problems instead of addressing them?
    
11. Did you enjoy the author’s writing style and pace of the story?
    
12. What life lessons can you take away from Nick and Kylie’s story?
    

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ONE

H
elp me, Mommy. Please! Help me!

The cries drifted into Raina’s consciousness, weaving their way through vivid dreams: Africa. A young boy who wasn’t Joseph, but who could have been. Hot sun. Desperate thirst. Fear.

And that cry!

Help me, Mommy! Please! Help me!

She jerked awake, her heart thundering so loudly, she thought she was still hearing the cries.

She
was
still hearing the cries.

Wasn’t she?

She scrambled out of bed, the sheets and blanket dropping onto the floor, her flannel pajamas tangled around her waist and legs. Wind rattled the windows, the darkness beyond the single-pane glass complete. She cocked her head to the side, heard the house creaking, ice pattering on the roof. Other than that, there was nothing. Her hand shook as she brushed bangs from her forehead and tried to take a few deep breaths. Tried, but her lungs wouldn’t fill.