For the Baby's Sake,Used

Product DescriptionA baby changes everythingDetective Sawyer Montgomery never makes the same mistake twice. Burned in the past, he's learned to stay guarded when a beautiful woman is involved. Problem is, getting the key testimony to close a case requires a handson approach, because strongwilled counselor Liz Mayfieldnot to mention the desire between themis quickly getting under his skin.Now that his witness, Liz's client, has suspiciously vanished, joining forces and taking to the road in order to save the pregnant teen's life is their only option. But it soon becomes clear that the danger targeting Liz places her in need of protection. Sawyer's protection. And that this unexpected complication will test every fiber of Sawyer's legendary selfcontrolAbout the AuthorBeverly Long"s writing career has spanned more than two decades and twenty novels. She writes romantic suspense with sexy heroes and smart heroines. She can often be found with her laptop in a coffee shop with a cafe au lait and anythiing made with dark chocolate by her side.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Liz Mayfield had kicked off her shoes long before lunch, and now, with her bare feet tucked under her butt, she simply ignored the sweat that trickled down her spine. It had to be ninety in the shade. At least ninetyfive in her small, lowerlevel office.It was the kind of day for pool parties and frosty drinks in pretty glasses. Not the kind of day for sorting through mail and dealing with confused teenagers.But she'd traded one in for the other years ago when she'd left her sixfigure income and five weeks of vacation to take the job at Options for Caring MothersOCM.It had been three years, and there were still people scratching their heads over her choice.She picked the top envelope off the stack on the corner of her desk. Her name was scrawled across the plain white front in blue ink. The sender had spelled her last name wrong, mixing up the order of the i and the e. She slid her thumb under the flap, pulled out the single sheet of lined notebook paper and read.And her head started to buzz.You stupid BITCH. You going to be very sorry if you don't stop messing in stuff thats not your busines.The eggsalad sandwich she'd had for lunch rumbled in her stomach. Still holding the notebook paper with one hand, she cupped her other hand over her mouth. She swallowed hard twice, and once she thought she might have it under control, she unfolded her legs and stretched them far enough that she could slip both feet into her sandals. And for some crazy reason, she felt better once she had shoes on, as if she was more prepared.She braced the heels of her hands against the edge of her scratched metal desk and pushed. Her old chair squeaked as it rolled two feet and then came to a jarring stop when a wheel jammed against a big crack in the tile floor.Who would have sent her something like that? What did they mean that she was going to be very sorry? And when the heck was her heart going to stop pounding?She stood and walked around her desk, making a very deliberate circle. On her third trip around, she worked up enough nerve to look more closely at the envelope. It had a stamp and a postmark from three days earlier but no return address. With just the nail on her pinkie finger, she flipped the envelope over. There was nothing on the back.Her mail had been gathering dust for days. She'd had a packed schedule, and it probably would have sat another day if her one o'clock hadn't canceled. That made her feel marginally better. If nothing had happened yet to make her very sorry, it was probably just some idiot trying to freak her out.That, however, didn't stop her from dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes when she heard a noise outside her small window. On her hands and knees, she peered around the edge of her desk and felt like a fool when she looked through the open groundlevel window and saw it wa