The McRae Series 01 - Twelve Days Sam and Rachel

restaurant. Quietly, he said, "You know that's not true."
    Yes, she supposed she did. It was something she'd forgotten so many times over the years, because he certainly seemed like a man who'd had everything. But that wasn't the case.
    She hadn't believed the story the first time she'd heard it whispered about the neighborhood. About Zach and his two sisters found abandoned in a motel on the edge of town at Christmastime one year. His mother found weeks later in a ditch outside of town, where she'd been left for dead. Not long after that, she was dead, Zach's father in prison for killing her.
    It hadn't seemed possible. His adoptive family seemed as close to perfect as any she'd ever known. But she'd asked Grace, who'd confirmed the whole story.
    Zach had talked about it once, telling Julie he knew what it was like to be alone and scared. He told her because he knew she felt the same way, and he knew how bad it was, something she'd never wanted anyone to know.
    And here he was, seeing through her all over again with those beautiful, dark eyes of his.
    In the center of the restaurant, they stood staring at each other, his hand still on her arm. He was so big and broad shouldered now. There was heat coming off his body, the smell of warm, clean male skin and something subtle and enticing that emanated from his freshly shaved jaw. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the flash of awareness. That and the innate kindness of the man was nearly too much to bear.
    "Zach, please..."
    He didn't let go, but his voice changed, going deep and so familiar it hurt. "Why don't you just tell me what's wrong, Julie."
    As if that were all she had to do—pour out her troubles to him, and he'd fix everything. He might be able to. Things that seemed impossible to her were no problem in his capable hands. But then the world just worked for Zach McRae, other than that odd little blip in the first five years of his life.
    "Come on, Julie. It's me."
    Maybe she should tell him. Just so he'd know she was okay. Because even after all this time, he probably still cared. He knew her better than almost anyone ever would, and he still cared.

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    Five Days Grace
    The McRae Series
    Book Four

    by

    Teresa Hill
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The dog cried the whole way, sticking so close he nearly tripped Aidan three times, the last in the cabin doorway. They came inside as a single muddle of man, dog and a giant bag of dog food, which Aidan gingerly lowered to the floor by the door.
    Tink whined and danced around on wet, muddy feet, while Aidan toed off his heavy boots, shrugged out of his wet jacket and hung it on a hook on the back of the door.
    Outside, the storm was even louder, cracks of lightning, the rolling boom of thunder, pounding rain sounding like hell itself on the cabin's tin roof.
    And then, just before he was about to flick on the light, out of the corner of his eye, Aidan saw something out of place.
    No, he realized, a lot of things out of place.
    He slowly panned right until he could see the whole room, a small, rustic, combination living room/kitchen.
    Someone had ransacked the place, quickly, sloppily.
    Aidan reached above the kitchen cabinet to his right, where he'd stashed a loaded Sig Sauer, telling himself to breathe, to remember both that he was still a little revved up by the accident and that he wasn't in a war zone anymore. Moving silently, he clicked off the safety, taking aim on the doorway that led to two bedrooms and a small bathroom at the back of the cabin.
    There was a lock on the cabin door, a totally ineffective one, but Aidan used it anyway, every time he left. He'd put the key in the lock when he returned a moment ago, had turned the key, but had the lock already been disengaged? He honestly couldn't remember. He'd been juggling dog food and dog, and there'd been lightning, rain and incessant dog noises.
    So he wasn't really sure if the door had been unlocked or not, but there was a little, niggling feeling in the back of his head that someone else was here, and no one else was supposed to be.
    Only four other people even knew where he was,