Christmas Amnesia Page 21
She sat for a long moment. Then, with a faint sigh, she handed him the .30-30. He checked to make sure the chamber was clear.
“I’ll go down first. You follow.” Swinging his good leg onto the ladder, Lucas started to climb down. Unsure how he’d handle the situation if she failed to move, he smiled to himself when she scooted to the edge of the platform.
“Easy does it, Hannah. One foot at a time. Take it slow. I’ve got your back.”
The woman had been agile enough to climb up the deer stand. Surely she could climb down, as well. Still, he didn’t want any missteps. Everything, including ladders, turned slippery when wet, and the last thing he wanted was any more harm to befall the pretty woman who had changed his plans for this evening.
In a flash of clarity, he realized her unexpected entry into his life could upset the peaceful existence he’d been living for the past eleven months. He’d turned in his badge, left law enforcement behind and found solace in the Amish community. Even more important, he’d gotten right with the Lord and found a simpler way to look at the world.
Savannah, Georgia, his years in law enforcement, and what had happened on that dock front were merely a memory. A painful memory that he chose to ignore. Except in the middle of the night when he awoke in a cold sweat, knowing his partner, Olivia, had died because of his delay in responding to her call for help.
He shook his head to send the thoughts fleeing then dropped to the ground and watched the woman with the long legs and free-flowing hair trudge down the ladder.
Her foot snagged on the second-to-last rung. Without thinking, he caught her in his arms. She was slender and soft, and smelled like a fresh floral bouquet. He hadn’t been this close to a pretty woman who tugged at his heart in eleven months and, for a long moment, he was transfixed by her nearness.
She bristled. He dropped his hold and took a step back, unsettled by the mix of emotions that played through his mind. A twinge to his gut told him getting close to Hannah Miller might be dangerous to his health.
“Are you okay?” He wasn’t sure of the response she would provide, but he knew all too well that he was anything but okay. The woman had an effect on him that was difficult to define. Confused and befuddled might be accurate descriptions of the way he felt.
Gripping his rifle in one hand, he pointed to the trail that wove through the forest with the other. “The path will take us to the roadway near to where you left your car.”
She swallowed hard and tugged on the bottom of her jacket before nodding. “I didn’t realize there was a path.”
“It’s hard to see at night unless you know where you’re going.”
“Maybe you should take the lead,” she suggested.
“Sure.”
“You’re positive the guy’s gone?” she asked as if needing to be reassured that Lucas wasn’t leading her into danger.
“I told you, your car was the only one I saw. You mentioned hearing a vehicle heading down the mountain.”
Without waiting for a reply, Lucas started walking and was relieved when he heard her following. As nervous as she seemed, he wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to run away. But then, where would she go? Her car was broken down, a man had followed after her, and she was halfway up a mountain road few people knew about and even fewer traveled.
He pushed back a branch from one of the saplings and turned to glance over his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked again.
“I’m fine.”
The mist changed to a steady drizzle. Her hair was matted with rain that ran over her shoulders and down the front of her jacket.
“Fine” was a stretch. She looked cold and about as comfortable as a drenched kitten.
His heart went out to her, but then he realized his mistake. He knew nothing about Hannah Miller, yet a man had chased her through the woods. Maybe that was why Lucas had built the deer stand six months earlier. Had the Lord placed it on his heart to do so, knowing a woman on the run would need a place to hide?
He was still a neophyte when it came to having a relationship with the Almighty. The Good Lord was working on making him a stronger believer and more willing to accept the precepts of the faith he had picked up from the Amish with whom he worked.
Thankfully, they had embraced him with open arms, but he was the one holding back because of the burden he carried in his heart. He’d asked God to send someone into his life who could remove the plank that weighed him down.
So far, God hadn’t answered that prayer.
“Oh,” Hannah gasped.
He turned to grab her arm before she tumbled over a fallen log. She nodded her thanks and leaned closer as she regained her footing.
His pulse hammered in his ears. What was it about this woman that caused him to take note? She was pretty. But lots of women were.
Maybe his protective nature had kicked into overdrive. Once a cop, always a cop, even after eleven months off the job. Still, he’d worked lots of investigations in Savannah and had never felt so engaged with a victim or a witness to a crime. Something about Hannah was different, and whether he liked it or not, he felt sure his life was about to change. For better or worse? Only God knew and, at the moment, He was silent.
Copyright © 2017 by Deborah W. Giusti
ISBN-13: 9781488019531
Christmas Amnesia
Copyright © 2017 by Laura Iding
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