Operation Homecoming
In the next Cutter’s Code romance, a hero with a secret returns home…and goes into rescuer mode…
AWOL in times of family tragedy, Walker Cole doesn’t expect a warm welcome home. Nor does he expect to see Amy Clark—his sister’s nerdy friend who had a mad teen crush on him—now a smart, sexy woman.
Though Walker knows he’s caused Amy pain and hatred, his own pain is worse. He can never tell the truth about his hellish years away. But when Amy’s paralegal work endangers her, Walker jumps at the chance to guard her irresistible body and prove himself worthy of trust and forgiveness. Even Cutter, the Foxworth dog with a nose for trouble, has his back when trouble explodes!
“I want you,” Walker said bluntly. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone. So if your answer is ‘go to hell,’ say it now.”
Amy’s expression changed again. Became even softer somehow. And she reached out to cup his cheek.
“But you’re already in hell,” she said quietly, almost sadly.
What was this? She felt sorry for him? That was the last, the very last, thing he wanted from her. Especially now.
“Pity, Amy?”
“No. A hundred times no.” She drew in a deep breath, then looked up at him steadily. “Just need. Want. And impatience.”
She slid her hand down along his arm, took his hand. Her fingers, warm, slender and strong, curled around his. She turned, clearly headed for the bedroom. Fool that he was, he resisted.
“Be sure, Amy. Because I can’t promise to be polite, or even gentle.”
“I don’t want polite, or need gentle. I want you,” she said. “I’ve always, always wanted you, Walker Cole. Even when I thought I hated you.”
* * *
Be sure to check out the rest of the books
in this miniseries—Cutter’s Code: A clever
and mysterious canine helps a group of
secret operatives crack the case.
* * *
If you’re on Twitter, tell us what you think of
Harlequin Romantic Suspense! #harlequinromsuspense
Dear Reader,
If you’ve been reading the Cutter’s Code series, and have perhaps also read these letters in previous books, you’ll know I’ve mentioned my fascination with brothers, the brother bond and how it’s different from others. In Operation Reunion I explored a brother/sister relationship, in Operation Unleashed it was brother/brother. So I thought I was done with that, at least for a while. Now it was a best friend that had me fascinated, an awkward, rather nerdy child who had bloomed into an amazing woman I was really starting to like. But I had to come up with a hero who deserved her. And then one day a reader wrote me a note saying in essence, “Hey, you forgot a brother!”
And indeed I had. Walker Cole had been mentioned in passing a couple of times as Hayley’s “walkabout” brother, but I hadn’t really delved into where he’d been or why. Because I had no idea. Well, now I do, and wow, what a time he’s been through! He had to work very hard for his happy ending—and his heroine—but he’s learned the hard way how to be tough enough.
It was a long journey for both characters in this story. Nearly a lifetime, in fact. I hope you enjoy their story.
Happy reading!
Justine
OPERATION
HOMECOMING
Justine Davis
Justine Davis lives on Puget Sound in Washington State, watching big ships and the occasional submarine go by and sharing the neighborhood with assorted wildlife, including a pair of bald eagles, deer, a bear or two and a tailless raccoon. In the few hours when she’s not planning, plotting or writing her next book, her favorite things are photography, knitting her way through a huge yarn stash and driving her restored 1967 Corvette roadster—top down, of course.
Connect with Justine at her website, justinedavis.com, at twitter.com/justine_d_davis, or on Facebook at facebook.com/justinedaredavis.
Books by Justine Davis
Harlequin Romantic Suspense
Cutter’s Code
Operation Midnight
Operation Reunion
Operation Blind Date
Operation Unleashed
Operation Power Play
Operation Homecoming
Redstone, Incorporated
Just Another Day in Paradise
One of These Nights
In His Sights
Second-Chance Hero
Dark Reunion
Deadly Temptation
Her Best Friend’s Husband
The Best Revenge
Redstone Ever After
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com,
or justinedavis.com, for more titles.
Lucky
August 2000–October 2011
Lucky was the first dog my kids picked out, a pound puppy who became our 90lb baby and wanted to be a lap dog. A gentle giant, a white and black lab mix who looked like a huge Dalmatian, but who hid behind the chair whenever he saw a camera. He liked to be combed, and he guarded and took care of our rabbits. The rabbits got out of the hutch somehow and we found him and the rabbits lying next to each other under the shade tree. He loved our two Poms and played happily with Fang (my son’s cat). He was brave, but his feet wouldn’t stay still unless he really thought you needed protection, then he would stand between you and it. What we thought was an infection and old age turned out to be cancer. There was nothing to do that wouldn’t make him miserable, and we had to say goodbye. It was a shock, and we still miss him. Our Poms still won’t eat out of his bowl. He will always have a special place in my heart. He was a good dog.
LuDena Radford
This is the latest in a series of dedications from readers who have shared the pain of the loss of a beloved dog. For more details, check Justine’s blog at justinedavis.com.
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
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Excerpt from Protecting the Colton Bride by Elle James
Chapter 1
Amy Clark slipped her glasses back on as she reached the baggage claim carousel. It was cool and rainy here in Seattle in mid-April, but LA had been having an early heat wave so she welcomed the change. She welcomed even more being away from everything else she’d left behind. Already the burden of her problem felt lighter.
Even after years away, this misty green place still felt like home.
It felt safe.
With your luck, you’ll end up back here soon, running home because the big, bad
city was too ugly, too nasty for you.
She wasn’t ready to admit that it was both those things yet. She’d worked hard and loved her job as a paralegal. She wasn’t ready to give up on the dream. Even if it seemed on the edge of turning into a nightmare.
Which reminded her, she was going to have to get her car fixed when she got home. How stupid to have scraped it up like that trying to escape that van that hadn’t really been following her anyway. It just happened to be going the same direction, hundreds of people headed for the airport and the surrounding area every day. She was just on edge, her imagination in overdrive. She—
“Hey, stranger!”
She whirled, a huge grin spreading across her face as she saw her best friend. Hayley Cole—Foxworth, she corrected, still not quite used to the change—looked as she always did, vibrant, her green eyes sparkling. Their hug was worthy of two people who had been friends since the second grade.
The baggage carousel came alive, began to move. Hayley looked at it warily.
“I’m getting better,” Amy said with a laugh. “A whole three-day weekend with only one bag and a carry-on.”
“And a purse the size of Alaska,” Hayley retorted.
“Well, yes. Because you never know.”
“It’s not really leaving home if you bring most of home with you,” Hayley said, right on cue. They both laughed at the old, familiar exchange.
Amy spotted her suitcase and grabbed it as it circled past. It was heavy, but not impossible, and they were soon headed to the parking structure. She was glad she’d put on her jacket, but still welcomed the chill in the air.
“Hot in LA, huh?” Hayley asked.
“In more ways than one,” Amy said, a bit of the grimness she’d pushed aside creeping back into her voice. But she didn’t want to go into it now, so she diverted. “Are the daffs up?”
“All over,” Hayley answered. “Mr. Elkhart planted some new ones last fall, some interesting colors.”
“I’m a traditionalist—I love the yellow ones.” A bouquet of daffodils was one of the most cheerful sights she could imagine.
“I know, you always did. We can...”
Hayley broke off, laughing. They’d reached her car, and a second later Amy was laughing, too. For sitting in the driver’s seat, looking at them with a pleased expression, was Hayley’s dog, Cutter.
“I left him in the back,” Hayley said.
“Is he going to drive?” she asked with a grin.
“Wouldn’t surprise me. At all.”
Amy laughed at Hayley’s serious tone as her friend hit the unlock button and the compact SUV chirped obligingly. She opened the driver’s door. Cutter jumped out at their feet. He was as beautiful as Amy remembered with his black head and shoulders and russet-brown body. He greeted Hayley with a swipe of pink tongue. To Amy’s surprise, she herself got a more effusive greeting, a plumy tail-wagging, nudging sort of dance that made her smile. She set down her voluminous purse to greet him properly.
“Well, hello again, Cutter.”
He gave a short yip, and she bent to pet him. The moment she stroked his dark head she felt an odd sensation of relief, as if suddenly she knew it would all work out, it would all be all right. All the fears seemed to not vanish but at least recede.
In that instant, the welcoming dance stopped. The dog leaned into her, staring up into her face. Something in the intense gaze, or in those gold-flecked dark eyes, was mesmerizing, and she couldn’t seem to look away.
And then he moved. He turned, sat down at Amy’s feet and looked up at Hayley. And Hayley, oddly, stopped midmotion as she was putting her own purse in the car. Her eyes flicked from the dog to Amy.
“Uh-oh,” Hayley said.
“What?”
“Are you all right?”
Amy hadn’t expected that. At least, not so soon. “Fine,” she said. And health-wise, it was true. Otherwise, not so much. But she needed to work up to discussing that. “I may need your help loading this up, though,” she said, gesturing at the large blue suitcase.
“Hmm.” Hayley sounded doubtful, but she seemed to accept the answer. She looked back at the dog. “I got it, boy. I promise.”
Cutter gave a low, soft whuff and a movement of his head that looked startlingly like a nod. Amy had no idea what was going on. She’d never had a dog, so she was a neophyte.
Within a few minutes they were out of the airport and onto the freeway. Amy knew it would be only natural for Hayley to ask how things were going at work and she wasn’t ready for that, so she turned it around.
“How are things at the Foxworth Foundation?”
“Quiet,” Hayley said. Then she glanced toward the back of the SUV where Cutter was now settled in quietly. “At least, they have been. It’s been nice to have a break.”
“Especially since your last case was so huge. Talk about taking on the big guys!” Amy knew the Foxworth Foundation had only one goal, to help those in the right who couldn’t fight alone any longer. The size of the case didn’t matter, but sometimes it got both large and complicated.
Hayley laughed. “Hey, we weren’t even here. That was Cutter and Brett Dunbar, with a little help from Rafe. And things are already getting fixed.”
Amy studied her friend for a moment. Hayley had been through some rough times—the death of her father when she was twelve, more recently the long, slow battle with her mother’s terminal cancer. And of course there was Walker, that black-sheep miscreant. Hayley was far too generous when it came to her thoughtless, selfish, coldhearted brother. All she ever said about the guy who had walked out after their family tragedy, who had later left her alone to deal with their mother, was that everyone had to handle grief in their own way.
She supposed she might be inclined to a little more generosity herself if she hadn’t had such a crush on him when she was a kid, Amy thought. She’d adored Walker Cole, and although she was just his little sister’s friend, he’d always been kind. And then he’d shattered all her illusions. She tried not to remember her foolishness.
“You’re sure Quinn won’t mind me being here? I mean, you have only been married three months.”
Hayley laughed. “He’s glad you could come. He even said it was too bad you couldn’t stay for the month.”
“I couldn’t, anyway. I have our big office anniversary party in a couple of weeks,” she said, “but remind me to thank him for that.”
“He knows what you mean to me,” Hayley said quietly. “He knows you were there for me every time life kicked me in the teeth. You never let me down.”
Unlike your idiot brother, who left you alone to deal.
She stopped herself before she could go down that path. Thinking of Walker Cole was not going to help matters. Because then she would start thinking about how nice he’d once been to her, how he tolerated her silly crush, which would make her think of how just spotting him had sent her heart racing, how she’d learned everything she could about baseball because he played it. Then she’d graduate to his crooked grin, thick, unruly hair and those amazing hazel eyes that were a golden green rimmed with a darker shade, so different from his sister’s meadow green. She knew it was a trick of melanin and light scattering, had even looked it up once, but that didn’t detract from the beauty of them.
And here she was, thinking about him.
She shook off the odd mood, determined to enjoy this visit as much as she could, despite the reason for it. And despite her fear that her life was going to blow up.
“What are you frowning about?”
“Was I?”
“Yes. Let me guess, you’re still mad at Walker?” That was the problem with best friends; they saw things others might miss.
“After what he did? Of course I am. On top of everything else, missing your wedding without even a word except that stupid
text message?”
For the first time a hint of disappointment showed on Hayley’s face. “Yes. He did. And I’m not sure Quinn will forgive him for that very soon.”
“I think I’d like to see the day they finally meet, if they ever do,” Amy said, thinking with a rather grim satisfaction of the powerful—and intimidating—Quinn Foxworth taking Walker Cole apart piece by piece.
“You wouldn’t hate him so much if you hadn’t loved him first,” Hayley said.
“Schoolgirl infatuation,” Amy said, even as she realized ruefully how close her friend’s words were to her own earlier thought. “Believe me, I’m angry enough on your behalf alone.”
This was true, but she also knew that she had loved him, with all the strength of her teenage heart. She’d loved his laugh, she’d loved the way he teasingly winked at her and she would never, ever forget the time he had come to her defense when she’d been cornered by a trio of nerd-baiting mean-girl types. He’d already been tall at seventeen, and a star athlete, and that he had bothered to step in and chase off the three—who happened to idolize him, the star pitcher on the high school baseball team—had thrilled her down to her thirteen-year-old soul. It had also insulated her somewhat from further attack. Word had gotten out that she was under the protection of Walker Cole, and while she was sure the nasty comments and thoughts continued, she was never backed into a corner again.
And then it had all fallen apart. His father died and a year later he was gone, the college scholarship abandoned along with his mother and his little sister. The mother and little sister Amy had always thought he loved.
Just goes to prove you’re a lousy judge of men. If you ever needed more proof.
She shook her head sharply. This was not the time to dwell on her miserable dating track record. Not when she’d made a much more serious misjudgment than just dating the wrong men.
And this one could at the least upend, at the worst ruin her life forever.
At least, she hoped that was the worst.
Chapter 2
“You want to tell me what’s really wrong?” Hayley finally asked when they were parked in line for the big ferry that would take them across the sound. “Because Cutter says something is.”