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  A shocking revelation

  Finding out she is heir to a fortune shocks Caroline Tully to her core. And to “qualify” for her inheritance, she just has to visit her newfound grandfather’s Mississippi home from Christmas to New Year’s. Adopted as a baby, Caroline knows nothing about her mother’s family... and doesn’t realize they can’t be trusted. When attempts are made on her life, there’s only one man who can protect her. Donovan Cavanaugh—a man who made her lonely heart want to love again. Posing as her fiancé, Don promises to find the would-be killer. But will his protection—and his love—be enough to keep her safe?

  “What in the world?”

  Don’s mutter drew Caroline’s attention. His gaze was fixed on a truck bearing down on them at a rapid speed from the opposite direction. Don slowed and edged as close to the side of the roadway as possible. The truck mirrored their movement without slowing.

  Gripping the door handle, Caroline tried to breathe past the knot of apprehension tightening her chest. The older model Ford truck seemed intent on playing some sort of game of chicken as it roared ever closer, directly in their path.

  “Don?”

  “Hang on!”

  At the last second Don revved the motor and swerved to the other side of the road, out of the path of the oncoming vehicle.

  Caroline twisted in her seat to stare after the truck until it roared out of sight.

  “That was random, right?” She worked to calm her heart rate.

  “Given someone stalked you, broke into your apartment, then bombed said apartment? No.”

  Books by Terri Reed

  Love Inspired

  Love Comes Home

  A Sheltering Love

  A Sheltering Heart

  A Time of Hope

  Giving Thanks for Baby

  Treasure Creek Dad

  Love Inspired Suspense

  Strictly Confidential

  *Double Deception

  Beloved Enemy

  Her Christmas Protector

  *Double Jeopardy

  *Double Cross

  *Double Threat Christmas

  Her Last Chance

  Chasing Shadows

  Covert Pursuit

  Holiday Havoc: “Yuletide Sanctuary”

  Daughter of Texas

  †The Innocent Witness

  †The Secret Heiress

  *The McClains

  †Protection Specialists

  TERRI REED

  At an early age Terri Reed discovered the wonderful world of fiction and declared she would one day write a book. Now she is fulfilling that dream and enjoys writing for Love Inspired Books. Her second book, A Sheltering Love, was a 2006 RITA® Award finalist and a 2005 National Readers’ Choice Award finalist. Her book Strictly Confidential, book five of the Faith at the Crossroads continuity series, took third place in the 2007 American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year Award, and Her Christmas Protector took third place in 2008. She is an active member of both Romance Writers of America and American Christian Fiction Writers. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her college-sweetheart husband, two wonderful children and an array of critters. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, gardening and playing with her dogs.

  You can write to Terri at P.O. Box 19555, Portland, OR 97280. Visit her on the web at www.loveinspiredauthors.com, leave comments on her blog at www.ladiesofsuspense.blogspot.com or email her at [email protected].

  Terri Reed

  The Secret Heiress

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to Love Inspired!

  2012 is a very special year for us. It marks the fifteenth anniversary of Love Inspired Books. Hard to believe that fifteen years ago, we first began publishing our warm and wonderful inspirational romances.

  Back in 1997, we offered readers three books a month. Since then we’ve expanded quite a bit! In addition to the heartwarming contemporary romances of Love Inspired, we have the exciting romantic suspenses of Love Inspired Suspense, and the adventurous historical romances of Love Inspired Historical. Whatever your reading preference, we’ve got fourteen books a month for you to choose from now!

  Throughout the year we’ll be celebrating in several different ways. Look for books by bestselling authors who’ve been writing for us since the beginning, stories by brand-new authors you won’t want to miss, special miniseries in all three lines, reissues of top authors, and much, much more.

  This is our way of thanking you for reading Love Inspired books. We know our uplifting stories of hope, faith and love touch your hearts as much as they touch ours.

  Join us in celebrating fifteen amazing years of inspirational romance!

  Blessings,

  Melissa Endlich and Tina James

  Senior Editors of Love Inspired Books

  I’d like to say a special thank you to my editors at Love Inspired for your expertise and guidance in making my books the best they can be.

  Thank you also to Melissa, Lissa, Leah and Ruth for your support and encouragement.

  * * *

  For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by who we cry out, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together.

  —Romans 8:15–17

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Questions for Discussion

  ONE

  “Hey, Cavanaugh, lady here to see you.”

  Amid the buzz of conversations, phones ringing and the faint sound of keyboards that served as background noise at the offices of Trent Associates, Donovan Cavanaugh saved the document he was working on—the final report on the case he’d just wrapped up.

  A real doozy. He’d provided protection for a manager turned whistleblower of a pharmaceutical company. The guy’s conscience hadn’t allowed him to ignore the release of a drug with adverse side effects, regardless of the company bigwigs wanting to make all the money they could without informing the public of the hazards.

  He pushed his chair away from the desk. “Name?”

  “Gorgeous. At least that’s what I’d name her,” Kyle Martin said from the doorway of the “war room,” the place where each Trent employee had his or her own space—desk, phone, laptop and file cabinet—within the brownstone of Boston’s Back Bay neighborhood that housed the protection specialists agency. Kyle grinned, his too-handsome face beaming, making him look younger than twenty-nine.

  Okay, the laid-back attitude helped make the perennial surfer dude seem young, too. But Don knew better than to underestimate his colleague, no matter how young he looked. Kyle was good at what he did. He’d been a SEAL before James Trent brought him on board. Those guys were as tough as they were smart.

  Dubbed the best in the business o
f protection, Trent Associates employed ten operatives, all highly trained with either a background in military like Don or in law enforcement.

  “Did Gorgeous say what she wanted?”

  Kyle wiggled his eyebrows. “You, dude. She wants you.”

  A low whistle came from Don’s right. Ex-paratrooper and definite ladies’ man Trevor Jordan smirked. “Sounds interesting. Something we should know about?”

  Ignoring Trevor’s and the other curious glances aimed his way, Don strode to the door. “Where’s Lisa?” The young woman who usually manned the agency’s front desk would have been more discreet in announcing a potential client.

  “On lunch break.” Kyle dogged his steps down the hall. “I’m covering the front desk.”

  A smart retort froze on Don’s tongue the second his gaze landed on the petite brunette dwarfed by the ten-foot-tall Christmas tree in the “client” room just off the entryway. She had her back to him, but he didn’t need to see her face to recognize the pretty woman who’d once captured his attention.

  She inspected an ornament. A gold, sparkly star. Her small, delicate hands trembled.

  As the name “Gorgeous” echoed with unerring accuracy inside his head, he forced out her real name. “Caroline?”

  She turned around. Her big amber-colored eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. A square white bandage, in stark contrast to her olive skin, covered half her forehead. Not that anything could mar her looks. She was still as beautiful as he remembered.

  He hated the vulnerability he saw on her pretty face. Concern and something distinctly protective hammered at him. “What’s going on?”

  Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Don, I need to hire you. Someone’s trying to kill me.”

  Absorbing the announcement with surprise, Don was at her side in two strides.

  “Come, sit down.” He took her by the arm and led her to one of the cushy sofas. “Tell me what’s happened so we can figure out what to do next.”

  “I—” She took a shuddering breath. “When I got home from work yesterday, my apartment door had been wired with explosives. The police are investigating.”

  Don sucked in a sharp breath of shock. A bomb. His right hand flexed, stretching the scar tissue along the outer edge. His gaze went to the bandage on her head. “Are you okay?”

  She touched her fingertip to her forehead. “Yes. A mild concussion. My hearing still isn’t completely back, since part of my front door hit me in the head.”

  He sent up a silent prayer of thanksgiving that she hadn’t suffered worse injury. There was no mistaking the fear on her face. He understood. He’d felt the same way the first time he’d faced a life-threatening situation during his military tour. Only time and repeated exposure to danger had dulled the panic. His faith had kept him sane. But this wasn’t a war zone. Caroline shouldn’t have to be afraid in her own home.

  “You did the right thing coming here. Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”

  Visibly shaking, she nodded.

  He gathered her cold hands in his and rubbed them. Appreciation flared in her eyes.

  “For a month, I kept seeing the same man hanging around my apartment building, my shop, even the grocery store. Then last week my apartment was broken into. The intruder left the place a mess and yet nothing was missing, as far as I could tell. The police thought maybe I’d interrupted the thieves before they could take anything. Then two days ago I received this letter from a lawyer in Mississippi.” She removed an envelope from her purse and handed it to him. “At first I thought it was a hoax or scam or something.”

  He opened the letter and read the contents.

  Dear Ms. Tully,

  I’m writing on behalf of the Maddox Estate, of which you may be named coheir as we have reason to believe you are Isabella Maddox’s daughter. There are conditions, however, that must be met. Please contact me at your earliest convenience to discuss the next steps.

  “You’d never heard of this lawyer, Randall Paladin?”

  “No, I hadn’t.”

  He wasn’t sure what to make of the letter. “So you contacted him?”

  “First, I did some research. I didn’t want to call just to get pulled into some kind of scam. But the Maddox family is certainly real. They’ve lived in Mississippi for the past two centuries. And Mr. Paladin is an established lawyer in the same community.”

  She took a breath. “You see, I was adopted as a baby. A closed adoption.”

  He hadn’t known that. But then again, they hadn’t really known each other well. He’d made sure of that.

  “So I called Mr. Paladin. Elijah Maddox recently discovered that his daughter, Isabella, had given up a child twenty-seven years ago. He had no idea who the father could be.”

  “And he’s sure Isabella’s baby is you?”

  She nodded. “So he claims. I asked about DNA testing to be sure, but Mr. Paladin said they have conclusive evidence already.”

  “The not-so-random break-in. They were after your DNA.”

  “Mr. Maddox hired a private investigator to find me. I guess he wanted to be sure of who I was before he reported back.” Her anxious expression tore at him. “But what’s more troubling is the other thing I found in my research—Isabella Maddox was murdered.”

  His gut clenched. “Was her killer brought to justice?”

  Her mouth twisted in an aggravated frown. “I don’t have any details. The newspaper articles I found didn’t mention any trial, and Mr. Paladin wouldn’t give me any further information about her when I tried to ask. He only wanted to talk about the new will Mr. Maddox had drawn up. He said in order for me to secure a place in Elijah Maddox’s estate I must go to Mississippi and stay with the Maddox family from Christmas Eve through New Year’s.”

  “They can’t legally compel you to do this.” Wariness took hold. “Why would they want you to come there? And why specifically those dates?”

  “He wouldn’t say, only that it was important that I do.”

  Ridiculous. “You’re not thinking of going.”

  A determined light entered her tawny-colored gaze. “I have to.” Her expression implored him to understand. “Not for the money, though. I’ve been looking for my birth parents since I was eighteen. I need to know who these people are and what happened to my birth mother. Besides, I wouldn’t be any safer staying here. My apartment door is proof enough of that.” She touched his scarred hand. “Will you take me on as a client and accompany me?”

  As she waited for an answer, he hesitated as a firestorm of sensation raced up his arm. He cleared his throat. “Trent Associates can help you.”

  Relief swept across her face. “I knew I made the right decision contacting you after all you did to keep Kristina safe.”

  He’d been protecting socialite Kristina Worthington when he’d met Caroline in the course of his assignment. The two women were good friends. “Nice of you to think of me.”

  The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. Her gaze caressed his face, filling him with a fierce compulsion to gather her into his arms.

  Uh-oh. He was pulling a Carlucci. He inhaled sharply, reining in his attraction. Not going to happen. Don was a professional. He played by the rules. Because doing so was the only way to guarantee any amount of success.

  A few months back Trent had hired ex-Secret Service agent Anthony Carlucci. But during his first assignment—protecting the widow of a murdered U.S. senator—the guy up and fell in love with his protectee. As soon as she was safe, he’d proposed, and decided to go to work for the Department of Justice. Don’s boss, James Trent, had declared this a good thing for Trent Associates. Now they had a trusted contact in the D.O.J. to call on when needed.

  Maybe.

  But in Don’s book, Carlucci had crossed the line. He
should have bowed out of the assignment the second he realized his feelings had turned personal. That would have been the right thing, the honorable thing, to do.

  The second most important Rule of Protection—don’t get emotionally involved with clients. Doing so impaired judgment and put everyone involved in danger.

  If he was already so easily distracted by Caroline then it was time for reinforcements.

  “Stay here.” He rose from the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

  Don hustled upstairs and knocked on his boss’s door.

  “Enter,” came James Trent’s muffled invitation.

  Don stepped inside the large office. Natural light from the high, arched windows gleamed on the mahogany floor. James sat at his massive desk. Wiry and full of energy, he smiled and waved Don closer.

  Rather than sit in the chair facing the desk, Don paced and quickly detailed Caroline’s predicament.

  James steepled his hands, his elbows resting on the desk, making Don feel like an errant teen facing the principal.

  “So what is your plan?”

  Don cleared his throat and hardened his resolve. “Actually, sir, I was thinking it would be better if Simone or Jackie were assigned to Ms. Tully.”

  Simone Walker was an ex-homicide detective for the Detroit Police Department, while Jackie Blain had been a deputy sheriff for some small Midwest town before moving to Boston and joining Trent Associates.

  A crease appeared between James’s eyebrows. “Really? Why is that?”

  Don hooked a finger in the collar of his gray sweater, needing a bit of the cold December air. “Their law-enforcement backgrounds would be useful in this situation.”

  “If Ms. Tully wants a full-scale investigation she needs to go to the police or hire a private investigator,” James said.

  “She’s already been to the police. What she wants now is protection on her trip to Mississippi.”

  “Then you sound perfect for the job.”