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  “Where’s your father?” she asked the girls, who were still working on their projects at the kitchen table. “I need to talk to him about something important.”

  “He said he was going over to the Jones farm,” Yolanda said helpfully. “That’s the next one down the road. I think he got a call about a sick calf.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Again, Amelia retreated to her bedroom, heart thumping in her chest. She eyed her packed bags sitting neatly on her bed. She’d never been an impulsive person, preferring careful planning over spontaneous action, but right now the panic clawing at her overrode reason.

  Yet how could she walk out without talking to Ted face-to-face?

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  Dear Reader,

  I loved creating the fictional community of Getaway, Texas, and adored writing about the people who make this west Texas town their home. Texas Rancher’s Hidden Danger is the second book set there, after Texas Sheriff’s Deadly Mission, and some of those same people make appearances in both books.

  This book is the story of rancher Ted Sanders, a man who is quietly raising twin teenage daughters and trying to keep his ranch going, and Amelia Ferguson, a once-successful therapist on the run from a dangerous serial killer who is a former client. I met Ted first in Texas Sheriff’s Deadly Mission and just knew he had his own story to tell, but until I sat down to plan this book, I had no idea who would be the woman he could love.

  A small town, good folks and a serial killer make for an interesting combination. Throw in the fierce attraction between a man who guards his heart and a woman trying to guard her life and add in disappearing teenagers, and it all becomes fascinating! It’s a story of starting over, new beginnings, danger and, most importantly, love. The kind of love that lasts forever, if both people can survive the outside threat.

  I hope you enjoy this story and this town as much as I do. And look for a third story set in Getaway, Texas, coming out later this year.

  Karen Whiddon

  TEXAS RANCHER’S HIDDEN DANGER

  Karen Whiddon

  Karen Whiddon started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at [email protected]. Fans can also check out her website, karenwhiddon.com.

  Books by Karen Whiddon

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  The CEO’s Secret Baby

  The Cop’s Missing Child

  The Millionaire Cowboy’s Secret

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  The Texan’s Return

  Wyoming Undercover

  The Texas Soldier’s Son

  Texas Ranch Justice

  Snowbound Targets

  The Widow’s Bodyguard

  Texas Sheriff’s Deadly Mission

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Excerpt from His to Defend by Sharon C. Cooper

  Chapter 1

  They say blondes have more fun, but Amelia Ferguson now knew that to be untrue. After all, she’d been blonde her entire life and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had fun. Maybe once or twice as an undergraduate.

  Sure, she’d had a job that satisfied her, an upscale condo she’d loved and an education of which she felt justifiably proud. But now, with her hair colored a vibrant red that gleamed like copper in the sunlight, and nothing but the few items of clothing she’d been able to grab when she went on the run, she’d laughed more in two weeks than she had in months. Maybe even years. Totally changing one’s life tended to give one a fresh perspective.

  Funny, that. She’d always counseled her clients that they couldn’t run away from their problems. Turned out she could, at least so far. Though in her case, she had to, if she wanted to stay alive. Sometimes she missed her condo and her patients, but most days she just absorbed her new existence.

  She’d landed in the small west Texas town of Getaway on purpose, though she’d been careful not to do any research on her personal computers or phone, just in case someone might be monitoring her. Getaway was a tiny dot on the map of a huge state. No one would think to look for her here. She now worked as a salesclerk for a colorful woman named Serenity Rune, who claimed to be the town psychic and certainly dressed the part. Her store, appropriately named Serenity, appeared to be a combination flower shop, bookstore and metaphysical store. This wild combination was the sort of place Amelia would never have spared a second glance before. Now the utter weirdness of it felt freeing. As if she could let go of the somber seriousness of the world and embrace the nonsensical for once in her life. She’d never realized how badly she’d needed to metaphorically let her hair down until she’d been forced to.

  There was, she knew, a lot that needed psychoanalyzing in that. But for now, she refused to think too long or too hard about anything other than the fact that she was alive and safe. Hopefully she could keep it that way.

  The cheery little bell over the door announced the arrival of a customer. This was the part Amelia enjoyed the most, because she’d met all kinds of bona fide characters since landing this part-time job.

  Hurrying to the front of the store, she eyed the newest customer and froze. She’d never had a thing for cowboys, but if ever a man could make her change her mind, this one could. Tall, lanky, though with broad shoulders and muscular arms, he wore his cowboy hat pulled down low, though not low enough to hide his dark eyes.

  He stopped short when he saw her. “Where’s Serenity?” Like everyone else around here, he spoke with a Texas twang.

  Luckily, she found her voice. “She’s not here I’m Amelia I work here now how can I help you?” One long run-on sentence without taking a breath. She could feel her face heat, which was so unlike her, she wondered if she might be coming down with something.

  Clearly thinking her unhinged, the handsome cowboy took a step toward the door. “That’s all right, Amelia. I’ll just come back when she’s here. Any idea when that might be?”

  She could do better than this. She had to, especially if she wanted to keep her job. She took a deep breath, straightened her shoulders and took a step forward. “I can help you, I promise.” She made her tone soothing, using her best therapist voice that had never failed to calm anxious clients. “I work for Serenity. Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for and let me find it?”

  Looking down, he shifted his weight from one boot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. “I’ll wait for Serenity, thanks.” And he beat a hasty r
etreat out the door.

  It wasn’t until he was gone that it hit her. He must have come for a psychic reading or something, though she could have sworn Serenity said she only did those by appointment.

  Two hours later, after Amelia had helped one other person find a book on the healing powers of stones, Serenity arrived. Wearing one of her trademark flowing caftan-style dresses, long dangling earrings, fringed high-heeled boots and an armful of bracelets, she breezed into the store. Rushing up to Amelia, she gave her a big, full-body hug, a practice that had at first startled the hell out of Amelia, though now she’d gotten used to it.

  “How has it been going?” Serenity asked, staring hard at Amelia. “I sense something went wrong.”

  “Not wrong, exactly. A man came by earlier today, but wouldn’t let me help him,” she said. “He didn’t give me his name, but he was wanting you.”

  “A tall drink of water with a cowboy hat?” Serenity’s eyes sparkled when Amelia nodded. “That was Ted Sanders. He comes by sometimes just to talk. That poor man is raising twin teenage daughters and trying to run his cattle ranch all by himself. He’s got his hands full—that’s for sure.”

  “Twins?” Amelia asked, shaking her head. “He doesn’t look old enough to have teenagers.”

  This comment made Serenity laugh. “He became a father young. I think he’s close to forty.”

  “Really?” Amelia smiled.

  “Yes. And as you no doubt noticed, he’s easy on the eyes. He’s also Getaway’s most eligible bachelor,” Serenity warned. “Every single lady within fifty miles of here has been chasing after him. He barely even notices. So, if you’re thinking you’d like to try, be aware that you’ll have plenty of competition.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t,” Amelia immediately responded. “I don’t have the energy to date anyone right now.” This was true. Being on the run and rebuilding a new life from the ground up didn’t leave much room for anything else.

  Her reply made Serenity laugh out loud. “That’s what Ted says too whenever I press him about at least going on a date. How funny. I think you two might have a lot more in common than you’d realize.”

  “Matchmaking? Please don’t.” Amelia felt comfortable enough with her boss to speak up. Running away from her previous life hadn’t changed her personality, after all, and she’d never been the quiet, timid sort.

  Shaking her head, which sent her earrings swaying, Serenity moved away. “I never matchmake,” she called back over her shoulder. “I believe in letting fate take care of itself.”

  Not sure how to even respond to that, Amelia got busy rearranging a display of pretty crystals. The irony of this job wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t believe in luck or fate or destiny. Or that crystals or rocks had powers. Animal totems, mystical insights or mediums. Yet here she was, working in a store that specialized in the metaphysical. Even stranger, she didn’t have to suppress the urge to offer counseling to any of the customers who came in here clearly looking for answers. Previously, this had been a bad habit of hers that she’d often wished away.

  Now, in letting go of her previous life, she’d also let go of that. The thought made her smile.

  Her shift ended, a good thing since her stomach had started growling. After telling Serenity goodbye, Amelia drove past all the fast-food places on Main Street, even though she really wanted to stop and pick something up. But she only treated herself once a week. Operating on a fixed amount of cash made her super careful. She definitely couldn’t support herself on the money she made working part-time at Serenity’s store, which meant she had to dip into her savings more than she liked. She’d need to find either a second part-time job or a better-paying full-time one. Since she couldn’t hang out her own shingle—to do so would invite too much scrutiny and likely reveal her location—she had to find other kinds of work.

  She’d waited tables in college, even done a stint of bartending while in graduate school. Surely she could find something similar in Getaway.

  As soon as she had enough money coming in, she needed to rent an apartment and get out of this motel. Though she paid a weekly rate, the cost was much more than rent would be. But this was a small town and jobs were scarce. Every weekend, she purchased the Sunday newspaper and read both the help-wanted ads and the for-rent ones too. Apparently, employers in this tiny town didn’t use the internet as a source to recruit employees. At least not that she’d been able to tell. Most of the available jobs required skills she didn’t have. Truck driver. Cattle wrangler. Pilot to fly a crop duster plane. Nothing she could or would be able to do.

  Amelia had discussed all this with Serenity, not wanting the one person who’d taken a chance on her to be blindsided if she found a full-time, better-paying job. Unsurprisingly, Serenity had responded kindly, promising to keep an eye out for both work and lodgings. Amelia appreciated that the older woman asked no questions, though then again, she claimed to be psychic, so maybe she already knew everything.

  Shaking her head at her nonsensical thoughts, she put down the newspaper, no longer able to ignore her hunger pangs. Taking a look inside her minifridge, she considered again what she might have for dinner. Since the little motel room had a kitchenette as well, she’d cook something fast and simple.

  She settled on fixing a box of macaroni and cheese, adding in cut-up hot dogs for the protein. Not exactly gourmet or healthy, but she needed comfort food today.

  Once she’d eaten, she did her usual scan of the internet, looking for any news on the Coffee Shop Killer. Nothing. No news should be good news, but in this case, she only wanted to read that he’d been apprehended and taken back to the prison from which he’d escaped. The fact that he hadn’t even been mentioned worried her, as this meant he was lying low, being careful not to do anything that might give away his location.

  Though she tried not to, she kept replaying that moment, that awful moment during his trial when she’d stepped up to testify. Simon Barron, aka the Coffee Shop Killer, had locked gazes with her and mouthed a threat and a promise. Then, just in case she hadn’t understood, he’d called out to her. Loudly and unflinchingly, he’d vowed to finish what he’d started. You’re a dead woman, Amelia Ferguson.

  Shuddering, she pushed the memory away. The woman she’d been—Dr. Amelia Ferguson, a highly educated, respected therapist—was gone, just like her sleek blond hair and her trendy condo with a view. She’d even claimed a new last name, though not legally. She’d had to change everything the instant she’d learned Simon had escaped while being transported to the federal prison that was supposed to be his home for the rest of his life.

  With Simon free, Amelia knew he was coming for her. He’d sworn she’d pay. If she’d stayed, her life would have been forfeit. Acting quickly and decisively, as she always did, she’d gone on the run.

  Taking deep, calming breaths, she reminded herself that he’d have no reason to look here, so far from Westchester County, New York. She’d picked the tiny west Texas town of Getaway purely on impulse, after having read a story about them having their very own serial killer. Since they’d caught him and, statistically, the chances of them ever having another were slim to nothing, she figured her chances of safety were excellent. She’d told no one where she was going and she’d destroyed her credit cards and cell phone before leaving New York. Having emptied her bank account, she operated on a strict cash-only basis, which made her spending untraceable. She hadn’t made contact with any of her former friends, employees or clients, severing all ties to her previous life.

  For all intents and purposes, Amelia Ferguson had vanished. Here, she went by Amelia Smith, which, while not creative, did the job. The instant Amelia had seen the help-wanted ad for a part-time clerk at a store called Serenity in downtown Getaway, Amelia had applied. Serenity had interviewed her and hired her on the spot, remarking that she could tell Amelia would be someone she could count on. When Amelia asked, Serenity had been agreeable
to paying her in cash, which meant Amelia hadn’t had to give her Social Security number. There was no way she could use her real one, so she would have had to make one up. However, she knew if she wanted to rent an apartment, they’d run a credit check, which she absolutely could not allow. Somehow, when that time came, she’d have to figure out a way around that. She wouldn’t put it past Simon to have someone monitoring her credit profile.

  Luckily, she’d managed to sock quite a bit of cash away in a savings account. She’d withdrawn it all. It wouldn’t last forever, though, no matter how carefully she spent it. She had no idea how long it would be until the authorities recaptured Simon, so she had to be prepared to survive as long as it took.

  Once again struggling to quash the panic blossoming in her chest, she changed into her workout clothes. The one luxury she’d splurged on had been a gym membership, though maybe splurged wasn’t the right word since it was only ten dollars a month. With only one gym in town, she would have thought the place would be packed, but it wasn’t, at least not at the times Amelia went. She’d even made a tentative sort of friend there. Rayna Coombs, the sheriff, had become Amelia’s occasional workout partner.

  At first, the idea of hanging out with someone in law enforcement had made her nervous. But then she’d reminded herself that she’d done nothing wrong, committed no crime, and could only benefit from having a small-town sheriff on her side if things went south. Which hopefully they would not. Surely they’d catch Simon soon so she could breathe again.

  A good, pulse-pounding, sweaty workout would do wonders for improving her state of mind.

  Rayna wasn’t there when Amelia arrived, so she did a quick warm-up on the treadmill before hitting the free weights section. When she’d first starting lifting, she’d felt intimidated to be one of the only women using the dumbbells, but she’d soon gotten over that.

  While she worked out, she watched the large television that had been mounted on one wall.