Cavanaugh Heat
The abrupt ring of the telephone didn't wake her.Despite the fact that she'd gone to bed more than an hour ago, she was still awake. Tense.
Waiting.
Waiting to have the last fragments of serenity wrenched from her. Again. It had been happening more and more frequently. The middle-of-the-night phone calls shattering her peace of mind.
She supposed that she could have closed off the landline, muting the ringer so that when the call came, it wouldn't register, wouldn't cause her heart to race.
But she couldn't shut the phone. She didn't have that luxury because if one of her children called, if she shut off the phone, she wouldn't be able to take the call. She didn't want to worry them, making them wonder why she wasn't home at this hour or wasn't answering her phone.
Or they could need her. All four of them, Zack, Taylor, Riley and even Frank, were on the force as she had been.
As their late father had been.
She would never be able to forgive herself if she missed a life-and-death call just because some phantom nutcase seemed bent on spooking her.
Sitting up, Lila McIntyre turned on the lamp and squinted at the light's harsh intrusion. Over in th ... read full excerpt from Cavanaugh Heat ebook
