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  An FBI agent must protect his ex and her newborn baby in the latest saga by USA TODAY bestselling author Delores Fossen

  FBI agent Drury Ryland is no stranger to surprises. But upon returning to his family’s cattle ranch in Texas, he’s confronted with the ghosts of his past…and a threat to his future. Caitlyn Denson is the beautiful woman who broke his heart and the last person Drury expected to reunite with. But his ex didn’t arrive at Silver Creek Ranch alone.

  With a killer on her trail and a newborn daughter in her arms, Caitlyn must put aside her tumultuous history with Drury and focus on survival. Drury feels obligated to protect the family he never had, but professional boundaries begin to blur as their enemy shifts into stark focus.

  The Lawmen of Silver Creek Ranch

  “I can still hear the gunshots,” she said.

  Yeah, so could he. He didn’t want to tell her that she would hear them for the rest of her life. But she would. So would he. And he would remember that look of terror on her face.

  There wasn’t really a way to comfort her right now so Drury just slipped his arm around her and hoped that helped. It seemed to do that. For a couple of long moments anyway. Until she lifted her head, and her eyes met his.

  Any chance of comforting her vanished. A lot of things vanished. Like common sense, because just like that, Drury felt the old attraction.

  “I don’t know how to stop this,” she said. Her voice was a whisper, filled with her thin breath.

  She wasn’t talking about the danger now.

  It would have been safer if she had been.

  Before he could talk himself out of it or remember this was something he shouldn’t be doing, Drury lowered his head and kissed her.

  DRURY

  USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Delores Fossen

  Delores Fossen, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received a Booksellers’ Best Award and an RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her website at www.deloresfossen.com.

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  The Lawmen of Silver Creek Ranch

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  Dade

  Nate

  Kade

  Gage

  Mason

  Josh

  Sawyer

  Landon

  Holden

  Drury

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  Lone Star Cowboy (ebook novella)

  Those Texas Nights

  One Good Cowboy (ebook novella)

  No Getting Over a Cowboy

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  FBI Agent Drury Ryland—He thought he’d gotten over his ex, Caitlyn Denson, until she shows up at the Silver Creek Ranch with a baby and a killer after her. Drury knows the child isn’t his, but that won’t stop him from doing his job and protecting them.

  Caitlyn Denson—Years ago she walked out on Drury because she couldn’t cope with his dangerous career, but now Drury is the one man who can save her and a newborn who might be her own daughter—a daughter Caitlyn didn’t even know existed until after the child was born.

  The baby—This newborn girl was born because someone stole an embryo from a fertility clinic, but who are her biological parents?

  Grant Denson—Caitlyn’s late husband, who was killed in a car accident nearly two years ago. When they were trying to have a child, they did use a fertility clinic, so it’s possible the stolen embryo is theirs.

  Melanie Cordova—She’s Grant’s former mistress. She hates Caitlyn, but does that hatred extend to a child who might be Caitlyn and Grant’s?

  Jeremy Denson—Grant’s younger brother. He claims the last thing he wants is a Denson heir who could be his competition to inherit the vast family estate.

  Helen Denson—The matriarch of the Denson family. She’s bitter about having lost her son and would perhaps do anything to make sure a part of him has lived on.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Excerpt from After the Dark by Cynthia Eden

  Chapter One

  Special Agent Drury Ryland pulled into his driveway, his truck headlights slashing through the curtain of rain. Rain that nearly caused him to miss the movement behind his detached garage.

  Nearly.

  But Drury managed to catch a glimpse of someone darting out of sight.

  He groaned because it wasn’t exactly the hour or the weather for a visitor. Or the place. He was home, in one of the nearly dozen houses on the sprawling Silver Creek Ranch, and all those houses were occupied by lawmen. Anyone who’d come here to break in was a couple of steps past being stupid.

  Of course, it might not be a break-in.

  Because Drury’s arm was still throbbing from the six stitches he had just gotten, he had no trouble recalling the encounter he’d had three hours earlier. A thug had knifed him during an FBI sting operation. Drury had managed to arrest him, but the guy had sworn on his soul that he would get even with Drury. No way could the soul-swearing guy have gotten out of jail yet, but he could have sent one of his buddies to do his dirty work.

  Drury brought his truck to a stop, eased his hand over his gun and tried to pick through the darkness and rain so he could get another glimpse of the guy. Nothing. But Drury knew he was there.

  “I’m Agent Drury Ryland,” he shouted. “Come out so I can see you.”

  The guy didn’t. And not only didn’t he come out, he fired a shot. Before Drury could even react, the bullet slammed into his windshield.

  The next two shots went straight into his truck’s engine. One must have hit the radiator because steam started spewing into the air.

  Drury cursed. There went his way to escape. If he wanted to escape, that is. He didn’t. He wanted to confront this moron and make him pay for starting a gunfight on Ryland land.

  Since the sound of the shots would no doubt alert his cousins and brothers, Drury sent a quick text to one of those cousins, Sheriff Grayson Ryland, and requested backup. However, Drury was hoping he could put an end to the situation before backup even arrived.

  Drury threw open his truck door, and using it for cover, he took aim at the shadowy figure that kept peering around the garage. He couldn’t just start pulling the trigger, though. It had to be a clean shot because Drury didn’t want it to ricochet and risk hitting a ranch hand or someone inside one of the nearby houses.

  The shooter obviously didn’t have that concern because he fired off another round at Drury. Big mistake. Because he
had to lean out from the garage, and Drury took the shot.

  And hit the guy.

  Not a kill shot, though. He must have hit him in the shoulder because the gunman took off running. A few seconds later, Drury heard the sound of an engine.

  No.

  He didn’t want this clown getting away. Drury had to find out why the heck he’d just tried to kill him.

  A dark-colored SUV sped out from behind the garage. Not coming toward Drury. But rather the driver went on the other side of the house, through the yard and onto the road. Since there weren’t any houses at this angle, Drury emptied the clip into the SUV.

  Drury was certain he hit the guy again, but he kept going, speeding away from the house. He was about to jump in his truck and try to go in pursuit, but then Drury saw Grayson’s cruiser approaching. Grayson was not only the sheriff of Silver Creek, but he lived the closest and that’s why Drury had texted him.

  When Grayson reached Drury, he put down the window, and Drury saw he wasn’t alone. Grayson’s brother Mason was with him.

  “Any idea who’s in that SUV?” Grayson asked.

  Drury had to shake his head, but he lifted his arm to show them the fresh bandage. “Maybe a friend of the person who gave me this.”

  “We’ll go after him,” Grayson said. “Keep watch. Make sure he doesn’t double back.”

  Since Drury’s place was the first house on the road that led to the ranch, that wouldn’t be hard to do.

  When Grayson drove off in pursuit, Drury had a look around the grounds. He didn’t see anyone else, though. And if his attacker had left any blood by the garage, the rain was washing it all away. That made it even more critical for Grayson to find him so Drury could get some answers.

  He went to his back porch and cursed when he found the door unlocked. It was possible he’d just forgotten to lock it. Just as possible, though, that someone had broken in.

  Especially after what’d just happened.

  Drury got his gun ready and kicked open the door that led into his kitchen.

  “Don’t shoot,” someone said.

  A woman.

  Because she’d whispered that order, Drury didn’t immediately recognize her voice, but he certainly knew who she was when she stepped closer.

  Caitlyn Denson.

  The kitchen was dark, but there was enough illumination coming from the hall light that he had no trouble seeing her long brown hair and her face.

  And the blood trickling down her forehead.

  Drury didn’t know what shocked him the most. The blood or that she was even there at all. They weren’t exactly on friendly terms and hadn’t been in a long time.

  He had so many questions, and he wasn’t sure where to start. But his lawman’s instincts kicked in, and he checked her hands for weapons. Empty. And the pale yellow dress she was wearing was wet and clinging to her, so he knew she wasn’t carrying concealed.

  Still, he didn’t lower his gun. He kept it aimed at her. And he maneuvered himself so he could watch out the large bay window in the living room while still keeping an eye on Caitlyn.

  “I heard you’d built a house here on your cousins’ ranch, and your name is on the mailbox. I parked behind your barn,” she said, as if that explained everything.

  It didn’t, not by a long shot.

  “Did you have anything to do with that?” Drury tipped his head to the side yard where the shots had just been fired.

  Caitlyn’s eyes widened for just a second, and a thin breath left her mouth. “I think he was here because he’s looking for me. I swear, I didn’t know he’d follow me.”

  Well, it was an answer all right. But it only led to more questions. “You’re going to have to give me a better explanation than that. And start with how you got that cut or whatever the hell it is.” He grabbed some paper towels with his left hand and gave them to her.

  She nodded and pressed the towels to her head. “I didn’t break in, by the way. The door was unlocked, but you should know that I would have broken in if necessary. I needed a place to hide.” She staggered, caught the back of the chair.

  Drury cursed and went to her, holstering his gun so he could help her get seated and have a look at the wound that was causing her to bleed all over his kitchen floor. His stomach knotted when he saw the wound close-up.

  “Did someone club you on the head?” he asked.

  Caitlyn nodded, lightly touched the wound and grimaced when she saw the blood on her fingertips. “I’m not certain who did it. I didn’t get a look at his face. But it could have been the same man who shot at you.”

  And if so, the thug had come to finish what he’d started, and Drury had gotten caught in the middle. Caught only because she’d come here. But why?

  “You’re sure you don’t know who he is?” Drury pressed.

  Even though he didn’t spell it out, she obviously got what he meant. Was this connected to her late husband, Grant Denson? Grant had been dead for nearly two years now, but he’d been involved in some nasty illegal stuff when he was alive that might now have come back to haunt Caitlyn.

  Of course, when you sleep with snakes, you should expect to get bitten.

  Was that what had happened now?

  “I honestly don’t know the man’s name,” she explained. “But I know why he’s after me.” Her voice broke, and a hoarse sob tore from her mouth. “God, Drury, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and I didn’t think he’d come here.”

  All right. That got his interest. Because she had a mother-in-law, Helen, who was loaded, not just money-wise but with all sorts of resources, including but not limited to thugs who could take care of the person who’d clubbed Caitlyn on the head.

  “Start from the beginning,” he demanded.

  Caitlyn didn’t exactly jump to do that, but she did nod again and then took a couple of seconds to gather her breath. “The year before Grant was killed, we were trying to have a baby, and we went to the Conceptions Fertility Clinic in San Antonio.”

  Everything inside him went still. He was well aware of the clinic because of the shady things that’d happened there just a month earlier. Specifically, embryos had been stolen and implanted in surrogates so that the former clinic manager could then “sell” the babies to the biological parents.

  Ransom, extortion and black-market babies all rolled into one. Nasty business.

  “All the babies were recovered and given to their parents,” Drury reminded her.

  Caitlyn paused a heartbeat. “Not all.”

  “Are you saying...?” But he stopped. “What the hell are you saying?”

  “Day before yesterday I got a call from a man who said a surrogate had given birth to mine and Grant’s daughter and that if I wanted the child, then I’d have to pay him a million dollars. He sent me a swab with the baby’s DNA, and I had it analyzed. The man was telling the truth.”

  DNA could be faked. So could test results.

  “And?” Drury questioned. “How did you get Grant’s DNA to do a comparison?”

  “From a comb I found in his things that I’d boxed up.”

  Drury made a circling motion for her to continue.

  “I arranged payment, draining nearly every penny from Grant’s estate, but when I went to get the baby, she wasn’t there. Instead, the man demanded even more money.”

  Drury groaned. “Let me guess. They told you not to go to the cops or that you’d never see her again?” He waited for her to confirm that with a nod. “That’s what criminals tell marks like you. Hell, they might not even have the baby. Or there might not be a baby at all. Even if the DNA appears to prove it’s your child, they could have gotten the DNA from an embryo sample stored at the clinic.”

  Other than a soft moan, she didn’t get a chance to respond because Drury’s phone r
ang. “It’s Grayson,” he said, glancing at the screen.

  That got her back on her feet, and Caitlyn shook her head. “Please don’t tell him I’m here. Not yet. I’m not sure who I can trust.”

  “Well, you can’t trust me,” he snapped.

  But that was a lie. He was a lawman and would do whatever it took to protect her or any other bleeding woman who showed up at his house.

  “Please,” she repeated, sounding just as desperate as she looked.

  Drury wasn’t going to let that please or desperation sway him. He intended to tell Grayson everything because while she might not trust his cousin, Drury darn sure did.

  “We found the shooter,” Grayson said the moment Drury answered the call. “He’d crashed his SUV into a tree about three miles from the ranch. He’s hurt but alive.”

  “Who is he?” Drury asked.

  “No ID, and the vehicle is registered to a woman in Austin.”

  Maybe that meant the SUV was stolen. Of course, Drury already knew this guy was a criminal capable of murder. “Did he happen to say why he fired shots at me or what he was doing at my place?” Drury pressed.

  Caitlyn moved closer. Too close. No doubt trying to hear the conversation.

  “He’s not saying much of anything. He’s groggy, slipping in and out of consciousness,” Grayson added. “We’ll get him to the hospital, but I did find something in the SUV that was, well, disturbing. Some rope, a ski mask, duct tape and rubber gloves.”

  No baby. Though Drury hadn’t expected there would be. Caitlyn had likely been the victim of a scam, and now that they couldn’t milk any more money from her, this thug had been sent to get rid of her.

  “I’ll head to the sheriff’s office now,” Drury insisted.

  “You need a ride? When I drove by earlier, I saw your truck was messed up.”

  “Yeah. That thug shot the radiator. But I have a car in the garage. I’ll also have someone with me who can shed some light on this.”

  Caitlyn was shaking her head before he even finished.

  “Who?” Grayson asked, but he continued before Drury could respond. “Gotta go. Ambulance is here. You can tell me when you get to the office. See you in a few.”