A Lawman for Christmas
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
The single word repeated through her brain like an old-fashioned vinyl record spinning on a record player, its needle stuck in a groove.
"Calm down, Kelsey. It's going to be fine. It's all going to be fine."
The latter words Kelsey Marlowe said out loud, as if hearing the reassuring echo about the car while she tore out of the school parking lot would somehow help her gather herself together.
It didn't.
She was having trouble focusing, both on the road and on the thoughts firing through her brain like pellets from a shotgun.
Her mother's phone call a few minutes ago had really rattled her.
Kelsey had been more than halfway down the hall on her way to the exit before she remembered that she had to get someone to cover her class for her. She'd left twenty-eight highly charged eight- and nine-year-olds in the hands of the school secretary. She'd had to come running back, wasting precious minutes, to make the request.
Clutching the steering wheel, she roared down the freeway.
C'mon, Kelse, get a grip!
In all her twenty-six years, she couldn't remember ever being this scared, this nervous. Esp ... read full excerpt from: A Lawman for Christmas ebook
