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Dugan yanked the wheel to the left to avoid crashing into the other vehicle, then swung the SUV to the side of the road and threw it in Park.
He jumped out and ran toward the burning vehicle.
The driver had shot at them. Tried to kill them.
Why? Because she was asking questions about her son?
She jerked herself from her immobilized state and climbed out. Dugan circled the car, peering into the window as if looking for a way to get the driver out. But the gas tank blew, another explosion sounded and flames engulfed the vehicle.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, the heat scalding her. She backed away, hugging the side of the SUV as she watched Dugan. He must have realized it was impossible to save the driver because he strode back toward her, his expression grim.
“Someone doesn’t like us asking questions, Sage. But that means we might be on the right track to finding some answers.”
Cold Case at Cobra Creek
Rita Herron
Award-winning author RITA HERRON wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.
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Contents
Sage Freeport vowed never to trust a man again.
Not after the way Trace Lanier had treated her. Promises of love and happily ever after—until she’d gotten pregnant.
Then those promises had evaporated, like rain on a strip of scorching-hot pavement.
Her three-year-old Benji had never met his father. She’d worried about him not having a man in his life and done her best to be two parents in one. Still, she couldn’t throw a softball worth a darn, and baiting her own hook to go fishing at the pond literally made her feel faint.