Danger Zone

Excerpt

Many years ago…

Daisy Marston’s breath caught in her throat as she skidded to a stop. She held completely still and listened, trying to hear what she could over her pulse drumming in her ears.

An owl hooted not far away.

The sound sent a shiver down her spine. Hopefully, that was what she’d just heard. She’d have to assume so and keep going.

There was no turning back now. She struggled to get a deep breath before breaking into another run. Leaves rustled all around her, and it felt as if harm awaited her at every turn.

But she was running toward help. Someone who, if he couldn’t help her himself, could point her in the right direction. Get her into the hands of someone who would be able to protect her. Keep her safe.

The real threat was outside the woods, a full state away. Looking for her. They had no clue where she’d gone or why. And they would never guess who she was going to see—that was exactly why she’d chosen him.

Daisy leaned against a tree, gasped for air. Clutched her one small bag. She wasn’t athletic to begin with, but especially not now. She looked into the distance, hoping to see the house. Any sign of humanity would do.

It was clear he didn’t want to be found, given how deep into the woods he’d built his cabin. It wouldn’t put her off, though. She needed his help, and nothing would get in her way. Not hooting owls, not rustling leaves, and certainly not whatever else stood between her and help.

She was a survivor if nothing else. That was the one thing she’d cling to. It was what would get her to his house. Heck, it was what had gotten her this far. She’d made a lot of mistakes along the way. A lot of them. That was what had brought her to these woods in the first place. But she’d made it through everything else. She’d get through this, too.

There was no other choice.

Snap!

Heart thundering, she turned toward the noise. Pressed her back against the tree and readied herself to run again, or to fight if it came down to it. Whatever it took to stay alive. To protect everything near and dear.

A fat raccoon waddled by not even a foot away, another branch snapping as it meandered.

Daisy breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the critter to leave her line of sight. Once her heart rate returned to normal, she pulled the map and flashlight out from the pack. Checked the compass. Confident she knew where she was going, she returned everything to the pocket then readjusted her bag. Finally, she set off in the direction she thought would get her to her destination.

Shouldn’t be much farther now. The hard part was behind her. Safety was just ahead.

She pressed her palm to her still-flat abdomen and imagined herself sitting in front of a warm fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa and something to eat. Her stomach rumbled at the thought.

If only she had any snacks left, but she’d gone through those on the bus ride up.

It couldn’t be much farther. Soon, the image of sitting in front of the roaring fire would be reality. She’d have a soft bed to sleep in and would be looking forward to going someplace where people would help her. Keep her safe.

Daisy rubbed her soon-to-be rounded belly. He would take her where somebody would take care of both of them.

They wouldn’t be in danger any longer.

She took another deep breath and pressed on. It was getting darker. If she didn’t hurry, it’d be nightfall before she reached the house. Then the bigger wild animals would wake. And hunt.

If they weren’t already.

The thought caused her to pick up speed. At least she’d brought good shoes. With the heat wave, she’d been tempted to wear her sandals but sneakers were the practical choice for the trek through the woods. Sweaty feet was barely an inconvenience, and besides, the woods provided shade.

Then she saw it. The house. It hadn’t been easy, but it had all been worth it.

Her mouth went dry with nerves. If she hadn’t gone through so much effort to get here, she might be tempted to turn around.

No. This was the right thing to do. He would help her. That was what he did. Helping people was his job. His passion. No chance he’d turn her away.

Daisy’s palms moistened with each step she took. Her breaths grew shallower.

What if he did refuse to help? He didn’t live way out here because he wanted a lot of visitors.

She swallowed and held her head high. This wasn’t the time to doubt. Not after making it this far. He would help, even if it was just to point her to someone else.

Things were about to take a turn for the better. Wasn’t just her life that would improve, but her baby’s, as well. She might be the only one who cared about her future child now, but that would soon change. They’d both be safe.

Gravel crunched under her sneakers as she stepped out from the trees. Lights glowed inside the windows. He was home.

Help was on the other side of those walls.

It was a two-story structure with many big windows. All the curtains were drawn, but she imagined the inviting scene behind them. No smoke came through the chimney. She’d been silly to imagine sitting in front of a fireplace during the hottest part of the summer. It was just that a fireplace and hot chocolate brought feelings of security from days when those who loved her used to protect her.

Daisy stopped in front of the porch. Took ragged breaths. Her life was about to change forever.

Tears stung her eyes. She blinked them away and cleared her throat. This was no time to get emotional. Probably just the hormones, anyway.

She shoved aside all apprehension, marched to the door, then knocked.

Silence.

Her breath hitched. She waited, listened.

Nothing.

She wouldn’t be deterred. Not after everything she’d gone through to get here. She’d wait on the stoop all night if she needed to.

But first, she knocked again. Louder, quicker.

Shuffling noises sounded from inside. But no footsteps, no click of a lock being released.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

She pressed her ear against the door. Heard unintelligible mutterings.

“Mr. Hawkins! Please open up!”

“I’m not interested in what you’re selling. Go away!”

Daisy knocked again. “I’m not selling anything! Please!”

“What do you want?” He sounded closer.

“I need your help!”

“I’m not giving handouts. Go away.”

Her mind raced for something to say that would get him to open the door. “That’s not what I need! Just hear me out.”

Click. The door opened a crack, stopping because of a chain. One dark blue eye appeared. “You have exactly thirty seconds before I call the police.”

Daisy’s heart leaped into her throat. “Please, Mr. Hawkins! I need help. There are people who want me dead.”

The man on the other side of the door arched a brow. “Now I’m certainly not opening the door. Not letting them in my house.”

She shook her head furiously. “They’re back in Oregon. Don’t know where I am.”

The eye narrowed. “Why come to me?”

“Because you help people!”

“Not like this.”

“I just need you to take me to someone who can help me. That’s all you have to do.”

“Are you a criminal? Running from the law?”

Daisy shook her head no. “Nothing like that.”

“What, then?”

She gasped for air. “I’m pregnant.”

“And someone wants you dead for that?”

“Yes! I’ve tarnished my family’s reputation, and my parents will want me to get rid of it. But I won’t. It’s my baby. That’s why I need your help.”

“And you came here from Oregon to see me?”

“You’re the only one I know who will help me.” Those dang tears stung again. “Please.”

He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you think I can do for you. I’m not putting up an unwed mother and her baby.”

“You know people. Somebody who can help me. Please!”

As Mr. Hawkins studied her, his mouth formed a straight line. “You don’t have any weapons on you?”

She shook her head. “No. I swear it.”

“Fine.” After sliding aside the chain, he opened the door wide and held out his hand. “Let me see your bag.”

“Okay.” She placed it in his grasp.

He rifled through it, then motioned for her to come inside. “You hungry?”

Relief washed through her as she stepped into the entry. “Famished.”

“Tired?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

“What?”

He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

“What are you doing?” Daisy struggled against him.

“Helping you.” He forced her down the hallway and shoved her in a utility closet. Something jammed into her back, and her head hit a broom handle.

“I d-don’t understand.” She struggled to stand up straight.

“You will!” He slammed the door shut.

Click.

Daisy pounded on the door. “Let me out!”

“Shut up!”

She banged so hard her fists hurt. “Help me!”

“Quiet! Or you’ll regret it!”

Tears streamed down her face as she hit the door and screamed.

She’d have been better off staying home.

“Help me!”