Thursday, August 02, 2012
Run In With the Law by T. D. Courtland
Cover art by Richard Stroud
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Travis Austin was a man used to keeping things straight forward and simple. In his world he had the money and power to make things happen with a mere phone call or a spoken word. He ran his world of five star hotels with an iron fist and his reputation was all but legendary. But that was his public image; not the real man.
In actuality he struggled from day to day keeping up the façade but inside he was lonely and hurting from the loss of his wife and daughter taken from him on nine eleven. He had no idea that a mere phone call was going to change all that. Going through the loss of his mother would open a door that would show him a different path. A path filled with unexpected love and compassion from a most unexpected source, the woman that wrote him a speeding citation!
He slipped off his muddy shoes and padded in his stocking feet across the parlor into the main entryway. With weary yet purposeful strides, he moved down the hallway toward the kitchen only to halt in mid-step as he discovered the door to his den partly open.
Through it he could see the light of the flames from his gas fireplace flickering on the dark walnut paneling. Cautiously he moved to the door and with his fingertips eased it silently open on its well-oiled hinges. The fire blazed brightly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows around the otherwise dark room.
Travis frowned pondering who might have been here and why the gas fireplace was lit. He knew he had shut off everything before he left Sunday night. Had Mac brought his Marine pilot friend here for a quiet romantic interlude or something? His stocking clad feet carried him across the polished hardwood floor to stand by the hearth where he reached down to shut off the gas valve.
Out of the corner of his eye, he discovered a solitary female figure curled up on the overstuffed sofa wrapped in the afghan that was usually draped over the back of the piece.