Nicole’s Shelter is book 2 in the new Cypress Security series!
About the book:
With his Army days behind him, Rick Dryer now applies his Special Ops skills on civilian assignments for Cypress Security. When his current surveillance assignment goes sideways, he bucks his watch-and-wait order and charges into the fray.
Except his gorgeous target has a different plan.
Nicole Livingston has been living a shadow life since landing in witness protection after witnessing a murder. When her apartment building goes up in flames, she sees an opportunity to reclaim life on her own terms.
But her escape is interrupted by a sexy stranger offering assistance she didn’t know she needed.
Rick sympathizes with Nicole’s plan, but his instincts are screaming that the independent beauty needs his help. As her enemy closes in, Rick and Nicole must mine her past for the killer’s identity before it’s too late.
Nicole has never put much stock in love, but Rick’s tenderness and relentless protection tempts her heart to trust him for a chance at a life and happiness beyond her wildest dreams.
If you like romantic suspense loaded with thrilling chases, narrow escapes, and a punch of emotion, you’ll love Nicole’s Shelter.
Exceprt from Chapter 1
The blaze reached toward the night sky, leaping away from firefighters and fighting the billowing smoke trying to blot out the stars. It was mesmerizing, might even have been beautiful, if the end result wasn’t so devastating.
Rick Dreyer had better things to look for anyway. His boss would ask if this fire was tied to the case he was working and the woman under his surveillance or simply a lousy coincidence.
It was a sucker bet and a Murphy’s Law kind of moment, but he was too jaded to assume coincidence.
Using the cover of displaced residents and gawking bystanders, he skirted the crowd to keep his target in sight. The target, a gorgeous brunette, was the only perk of this assignment. Her hourglass figure and sleek, long hair would tempt any breathing man. But there was something in her eyes, a wariness he caught whenever he zoomed in with the camera lens or binoculars, that made him wonder about the cause. He didn’t care for the feeling. Wondering, experiencing genuine concern about a target, wasn’t in his repertoire anymore. He worked his cases straight forward and knew the boss valued his ability to remain neutral.
As far as the case went, Nicole Livingston wasn’t a threat, and aside from being displaced, she wasn’t in immediate danger. He pulled out his phone and sent a cursory alert to the office until he could file the full report. It was time to walk away.
He moved closer.
* * *
Huddled with her neighbors, Nicole Livingston let them watch their apartment building go up in flames while she watched the shadows and the spectators for any sign of who had done this.
Her best friend, Allie, had disappeared a few days ago amid terrible rumors circulating at their office. She desperately wanted to know if Allie was okay, but her company laptop had died a sudden death, and now her personal computer—along with the rest of her personal life—was being incinerated.
It could be a coincidence.
Right. Obviously, she still believed in fairy tales.
Nicole knew she was the last person to have contact with Allie and the only person who knew where her friend had been planning to hide from the trouble dogging her.
She glanced around, looking for a face that didn’t belong, for anyone wearing an expression that didn’t match up with the traumatic situation. There were plenty of reasons for an apartment building to catch fire. It was a wonder accidents didn’t happen more frequently with so many people living in close quarters. Still, she had a feeling there was more to this particular blaze.
Seeing one of her favorite neighbors in tears, she went over to give the woman a hug. “They’ll have it out soon, Mrs. Beaumont.”
The older woman pressed her fist to her mouth, her gaze locked on the firefighters coming and going from the building. “He’ll never make it,” she cried, seizing Nicole in a terrified hug.
A retired science teacher, Mrs. Beaumont’s classroom iguana, Oscar, had retired with her.
“Did you tell someone?”
“He was in my hands,” she said. “I dropped the fire ladder out the window and he leaped away. Oh, my poor baby.”
Nicole carefully extricated herself from Mrs. Beaumont’s grasp. “Let me go ask someone.”
“Do you think they’ll actually search for a lizard? Not many people have a fondness for reptiles.”
“Let me try,” Nicole said, forcing her lips into what she could only hope was a reassuring smile.
Wanting to race around the building, she had to use a cautious approach. Displaced residents and curious bystanders had been herded into a flexing knot of humanity near the emergency vehicles. She rummaged in her purse for her work ID card and the digital camera she kept with her at all times. Clipping the badge to her jacket lapel she hoped the dark and the confusion would get her past the safety line if they thought she was a journalist.
With a confident stride, she moved closer to Mrs. Beaumont’s side of the building. Pretending she had permission, she mentally rehearsed a response if anyone stopped her.
But no one did. It never ceased to amaze her what a valuable tool a camera was. When she reached the rope ladder, she looped her purse and camera straps so they crossed her body and pushed both items behind her to make the climb.
Mrs. Beaumont always said Oscar liked to curl up in the bathroom sink when he was stressed out. Nicole hoped the lack of smoke coming from this level was a good sign for the iguana and her attempt to save him. Mrs. Beaumont was a kind woman who didn’t need the guilt, however misplaced, of abandoning Oscar.
Determined, Nicole jumped for the lowest rung on the ladder but it slipped through her hands. She wiped them on her jeans and tried again.
Successful this time, she hauled herself up toward the apartment window. At the edge, she peeked inside, but saw only smoke, no flames. Maybe Oscar had a chance.
The incessant wail of the fire alarm battered her ears and set her heart pounding as she worked against her most basic survival instincts. She crawled under the smoke, feeling her way through the dark toward the bathroom. Carpet gave way to cool tile under her palms and she breathed a little deeper before reaching up into the sink.
It was empty.
“Oscar?” She called his name with as much calm as she could muster under the circumstances. Pulling her phone from her purse, she used the flashlight app, praying the light wouldn’t aggravate the poor reptile.
She spotted the leash, and followed the bright ribbon of it to the corner between the tub and commode, careful not to flash the light directly into his eyes. “Smart boy,” she said. “Let’s get out of here. Your mom is so worried about you.”
She tucked the phone away, and securing the loose end of the leash around her hand, she scooped him to her chest and used the straps of her purse and camera to help hold him in place.
Oscar wriggled around, clearly unhappy with her rescue attempt. Pressing her lips together, she held back the cry of pain and shock as Oscar’s claws raked through her shirt and scored her skin.
Clutching the panicked iguana, she hurried back to the window and leaned out into the fresher air. Navigating the ladder with one hand wouldn’t be easy, but waiting for rescue wasn’t an alternative.
Above her, the window exploded with a boom and sparkle of raining glass. Flames shot eagerly into the night and the fire roared in victory.
Nicole slid and jerked her way down the ladder, her mind focused solely on reuniting Oscar with Mrs. Beaumont.
* * *
Rick watched his target sneak past the perimeter toward the building, raising more questions in his mind. Baffled, he watched her climb up the rope ladder and wondered what could be so important she’d risk her life. This apartment wasn’t even on the same floor as hers. Had she stashed something valuable in a neighbor’s place?
It wasn’t adding up. None of their intel said Nicole knew much of anything about illegal activity at the pharmaceutical company she and Allie worked for. With a sigh, he prepared to follow her up the ladder, but another figure moved from the shadows toward the same goal.
Cloaked in a hoodie the Unabomber would envy, the guy—he couldn’t be sure, but the person moved like a guy—climbed halfway up the ladder. Rick recognized the practiced motion that brought a butterfly knife to life. Not good. The blade flashed with the reflection of the emergency vehicle lights on the street as the guy worked on the rope ladder.
What the hell?
As the kid leaped back to the ground, Rick caught a glimpse of the local gang colors. Which meant he was outnumbered, even if he couldn’t see the others right now. Gangs weren’t about individuals and bangers didn’t do anything without the support of an audience.
If Nicole didn’t die up there in the fire, she might well break something trying to escape on that ladder, leaving her vulnerable.
If he went in after her, he’d only trap them both. It was a fool’s errand to try and go in by another route. He’d likely lose his own life in the process of searching for her.
Rick wasn’t ready to die, but he wasn’t about to leave his target in danger. Besides this was an intriguing development and it might have bearing on the case. Curiosity wasn’t the worst of his weaknesses and he’d honed other skills through the years to offset it.
The firefighters had their hands full with the blaze ripping through the building. Rick’s gaze cycled between his watch, the window, the shadows, and the flames.
Just as he was sure she’d succumbed to the smoke and become a statistic, she appeared at the window. With a thunderous boom, the glass blew out of the window above her. The fire had shifted.
No other escape route, she had to use the damaged ladder. He watched her, concern mounting as she lurched her way down with one hand. She must have hurt herself in there.
“Wait!” He rushed forward as she neared the place where the ladder had been weakened. “The ladder won’t hold you.”
She looked down, her eyes wide and edging toward panic in her soot-streaked face.
Rick did a fast count of the rungs, judged the distance. “Come down two more.”
She did.
“Now hold the rope on the left. Not the step, the rope,” he clarified as she moved into place.
She had to be getting tired using just one arm. As if on cue, she gave a little whimper confirming his theory. He glanced around, but so far no one was taking exception to his rescue attempt.
He coached her down, relieved with every inch they got out of the sabotaged ladder. “Almost there.” He eyed the distance and moved directly under her. “Drop to me. Use my shoulders.”
“Can’t.”
She was dangling in front of another window. If it blew out… Well, he didn’t need that visual in his head.
“No choice. On three.” He counted. She dropped, skidding down his body. As the momentum took them both to the ground, he twisted absorbing most of the fall.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Thanks.” Tears shined in her eyes, on her face, and the arm she favored was tucked between them. “I have to go,” she said pushing herself off of him and limping away.
He let her think she was rid of him, taking a minute to catch his breath before winding his way back to join the rest of the crowd and resume his surveillance.
This time he was looking for a certain hoodie as well as Nicole. He expected to find her getting treatment with one of the paramedic crews on the scene. Instead, he found her huddled on the curb near the parking lot with her neighbor. Both women were smiling through the tears shining on their faces.
From his vantage point, he couldn’t see much and he didn’t want to spook her by coming too close. Still, nothing could have surprised him more than the flash of a spiked head and a long green tail wrapping around the neighbor’s arm.
Nicole had gone into a burning building to save the neighbor’s lizard? He’d seen some crazy things in some dangerous parts of the world, but he couldn’t imagine anyone handing out a bronze star for iguana rescue. Having watched her for a few days she didn’t strike him as a glory hound, but that was a helluva risk for any pet. She didn’t strike him as stupid either, until she’d climbed into a burning building without backup.
He also didn’t believe the ladder sabotage was about stopping a lizard rescue or as simple as a gang jump in. He’d have to check the database for local gang trends. Arson maybe, but he sensed there was something more behind this.
As if the world wanted to affirm his logic, he caught sight of the same gang colors on a pair of kids leaning against a glossy modified Honda. The way the pair was watching the blaze made Rick think the only thing missing was a bucket of popcorn. He wanted to snap a picture with his phone, but it wasn’t worth the risk.
Nothing was lining up the way it should be here. Splitting his attention between Nicole, the Honda pair, and the crowd, he searched for anyone else with undue interest in Nicole. Fortunately, he came up empty. Either the hoodie knew he’d missed a golden opportunity, or it had been a random act of stupidity and opportunity after all.
Rick ducked behind an SUV when Nicole parted from her neighbor. He assumed the typical shock of displacement was setting in as she retreated to her car.
His car was parked nearby, but he didn’t have to rush or call attention to himself. He’d put a GPS tag on her vehicle so he wouldn’t lose her if she did manage to get a head start.
But she just sat there, cell phone in her hand and her gaze steady on the colorful collection of emergency vehicles.
What was she thinking?
Concerned, he pulled out his cell phone and sent another text to the office. They had a basic background on her, but his gut—and the sabotaged ladder—told him it was time to dig deeper.
