Silent Night Pursuit by Katy Lee

Author:Katy Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Lacey’s hand trembled over her mouth where Wade had just kissed her. Somewhere beyond the myriad of questions spinning out of control in her mind like a rotating kaleidoscope, she could make out Promise whining. Lacey could hear the animal, and with a slow turn of her head, she could see the frenzied dog at the passenger door. Claws scratched on vinyl and carpet with growing urgency, pulling Lacey out of her stupor little by little until reality slammed into her as forcefully as Wade had slammed the passenger door when he left.

Right after he’d kissed her.

It had happened so fast, so unexpectedly. All she’d wanted to do was comfort him in what could only have been some sort of flashback. Some sort of memory that was so real to him and still held him so powerfully in its grip.

But he’d kissed her.

Had he thought she was eliciting that kind of response? Did he think she was leaning in to kiss him in what could have only been the most inappropriate moment she could have chosen? If she had chosen it, which she hadn’t. She had only meant to reach out to touch him and pull his focus onto her. She’d meant to remind him he was in present day and he was safe with her. She would never take advantage of him in such a dire-straits situation. The man was in obvious pain. He needed comfort. He needed healing. He needed...

He kissed her.

He kissed her.

Lacey let her hand fall from her lips. She could feel her lips swelling up from his hard touch. A touch that was desperate and fraught with need.

But what did he need?

Promise barked and whined and jumped back and forth from the floor to the seat. Her paws continued to scratch vigorously at the door.

He needed Promise. But not for her duties to him, as he always said.

“You want to go love him, don’t you, Promise? I see that, but I’m sorry to say he doesn’t. He’s so hung up on duty that he can’t recognize your unconditional love for him.”

Lacey leaned over and pulled the latch. “Don’t give up on him, girl. Show him he’s not so broken that he can’t be loved. Go.” She pushed the door wide, and Promise bolted from the car. Snow swished into the air from the dog’s golden-red hind legs as she raced to the gate and her handler.

But Promise didn’t know Wade as her handler. She knew him as her best friend. She didn’t love him out of duty or training or for anything he could do for her, but because loving him brought her joy.

“That is a Jesus kind of love,” Lacey said aloud, remembering her youth pastor’s words to her back in high school. Lacey had always felt the need to prove she measured up in people’s eyes. Her youth pastor recognized this in her and pulled her aside one Christmas Eve. He asked her if she understood what real love looked like. What a Jesus kind of love looked like.

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