Texas Prey. Barb Han
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“I’m not sure what I would do without you. Thank you, Brody.”
The way his name rolled off her tongue brought back all kinds of memories he didn’t need to be thinking about right now. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yes, you have. An hour ago I was afraid of my own shadow.”
“And now?”
“I’m relieved you’re here. You look good, Brody.”
The warmth her words spread through his chest almost made him wonder if going to her place was a good idea. He was a grown man now. And he had desires to match.
“You do, too. Better than good.” Brody took her hand in his, ignoring how right it felt there, and walked her to her vehicle.
Texas Prey
Barb Han
BARB HAN lives in North Texas with her very own heroworthy husband, three beautiful children, a spunky golden retriever/standard poodle mix and too many books in her to-read pile. In her downtime, she plays video games and spends much of her time on or around a basketball court. She loves interacting with readers and is grateful for their support. You can reach her at www.barbhan.com.
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To Allison Lyons for the opportunity to learn so much with every book. To Jill Marsal for unfailing wisdom and support.
To Brandon, Jacob and Tori for inspiration and kindness (I love you!). To John for finding true love.
This story is as much about friendship as it is about love.
To Emily Martinez, Lisa Watson, Caroline York, and Raymon and Amanda Bacchus for yours!
Contents
Rebecca Hughes held her chin up and kept alert as she thrust her shopping cart through the thick, oppressive North Texas heat. She blinked against the relentless sun, a light so intense her eyes hurt.
The van parked next to her car in the grocery store lot pricked her neck hairs. Blacked-out windows blocked her view of the driver’s side or anything else that might be lurking, waiting, ready. A warning bell wailed inside her head as she neared her sedan.
Today marked the fifteenth anniversary of that horrible day when both she and her younger brother were abducted, and it always put her on edge. The two had been isolated in separate sheds. When an opportunity had presented itself to run, Rebecca had escaped, thinking she could bring back help. Instead, she got lost in the woods and never saw her baby brother again.
Steering her cart toward the center of the aisle, she made sure no one could surprise her by jumping from between two cars. Tension squeezed her shoulder blades taut as memories assaulted her. Those thirty-six hours of torture before she escaped without her little brother, the horror and Shane’s disappearance would haunt her for the rest of her life.
Shuddering at the memory, she tightened her grip on the handle and pushed forward. The early Friday-morning crowd was out. Most people were just beginning to run errands at the same time her workday ended. Her overnight shift at the radio station kept her sane after years of being afraid to be home alone in the dark.
She and Shane had been twelve and seven respectively when she’d sneaked out to play that stupid game with her friends. They’d been told to stay inside while the annual Renaissance Festival was in town, in full swing. Parents were busy, distracted. Strangers in costumes were everywhere. People came from nearly every state, descending on Mason Ridge in RVs and trailers and filling camp sites. And Shane was supposed to be asleep when she’d