Hideaway At Hawk's Landing

Her baby has been abducted

And Brayden Hawk is her best chance at getting the child back

After her baby girl is kidnapped, Dr. Mila Manchester must turn to the one man who can help bring her home: Texas cowboy Brayden Hawk. The sexy lawyer refuses to settle for anything less than reuniting mother and daughter, but the deeper he digs, the more questions he has. Like why is Mila so sure the girl’s father isn’t involved? And is the explosive secret he can tell she’s keeping going to destroy the intimacy building between them—or strengthen it?

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USA TODAY bestselling author RITA HERRON wrote herfirst book when she was twelve but didn’t think realpeople grew up to be writers. Now she writes so shedoesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergartenteacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling tokids for writing romance, and now she writes romanticcomedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgiawith her family. She loves to hear from readers, soplease visit her website, ritaherron.com.

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Hideaway at Hawk’s Landing

Rita Herron

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ISBN: 978-1-474-07935-8

HIDEAWAY AT HAWK’S LANDING

© 2018 Rita B. Herron

Published in Great Britain 2018

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To my wonderful daughter, Elizabeth, who helps real

victims of domestic violence and human trafficking

every day—you are amazing!

Love, Mom

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Extract

Extract

About the Publisher

Prologue

“Please, you have to take my baby.” The young girl hid in the shadows of the awning, shivering as a dreary rain drizzled down, adding to the winter chill in the air.

Mila Manchester’s heart ached for her. She knew her story. She was thirteen years old. Her name was Carina. Her mother had died in childbirth, and her father had abused her. Then he’d sold her to a man who used her as a sex slave.

Mila had helped Carina get to a shelter when she’d first escaped the monster.

Now Carina’s slender pale face was shielded by a scarf, and her clothes were dark, allowing her to blend into the night.

A disguise.

She was terrified for her life.

The baby whimpered and Carina rocked her gently in her arms. “If he finds out little Isabella is his, he’ll kill me and do God knows what with her.”

Fear and grief laced the girl’s voice. Carina was just a child herself. She should be in high school, hanging out with girlfriends, attending football games, shopping for dresses for the school dance.

Mila had wanted to report the situation to the police, but the girl had begged her not to. She’d confided about her pregnancy and claimed that the man didn’t know. If he found out, he’d never let her go.

And if she went to the police, he would find out.

“Please, you’re the only person I trust, Dr. Manchester. Promise me you’ll give her a good life,” the girl cried.

“Of course I will,” Mila said. How could she turn her away? “But what about you? Do you want to stay with me—”

The girl shook her head, her eyes wild with panic. “No, he’ll find me and kill both of us.”

Mila’s heart pounded. Unfortunately, she was right. “What will you do then?”

“I talked to those women at the shelter like you suggested. They know somebody who’ll give me a new identity. They’ve even found me a place to stay so I can go to school.”

So, the underground team was still operating. They’d helped so many abused women and children that she’d been afraid the police would shut them down.

Emotions clogged Mila’s throat. This girl needed a chance to have a life. And so did the baby.

A noise sounded from the street, and the girl glanced over her shoulder. “They’re waiting. This might be my only chance.” She kissed the baby on the cheek. “I don’t want you to think I’m a terrible mother—”

“I don’t,” Mila said. “It’s obvious you love her, or you wouldn’t have come here.” But how could she take care of the child when she was just finishing her medical residency herself?

The girl suddenly threw herself against Mila and broke into a sob. Mila wrapped her arms around her and the infant and soothed her. “It’s okay, sweetie. What happened to you isn’t fair or right. You deserve to go to school and make a life for yourself.”

The girl nodded against Mila, but she was crying and trembling as she turned and fled toward the waiting car.

Mila blinked back tears. She could take the child to the authorities. They’d find her a home. One with two parents.

But then she’d never know what happened to her...

And what if Carina came back one day looking for her daughter?

She looked down into the baby’s sweet face. Her big eyes were watching her. Then the baby curled a tiny hand against Mila’s breast.

Mila’s heart melted. This baby needed her. She’d raise her as her own.

And she’d do anything to protect her.

Chapter One

Three years later

Having Isabella, Izzy, had changed Dr. Mila Manchester’s life forever. She would do anything for her little girl.

Time to check in.

Mila ducked into the break room at the clinic where she worked and dialed her home number. When she was working, she missed Izzy, but they FaceTimed at least three times a day. And Izzy loved her nanny, Roberta, who’d been a Godsend to them both.

Izzy smiled up at her with big brown eyes. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” Izzy twirled around the kitchen, her sparkling tiara bobbing sideways on her head.

“Look, Mommy, I’m a princess today.”

“You’re my little princess every day,” Mila said with a smile.

Izzy pointed to the sequins on the pink dress Roberta had made for her. “Look, they sparkle.”

“I see. I bet when the lights are off, you’ll glow in the dark.” Mila’s heart swelled with love.

Izzy bobbed her head up and down. “That’s what Bertie says,” Izzy said. She had a difficult time saying Roberta’s full name and had shortened it when she’d first started talking. Roberta didn’t seem to mind.

Izzy raced over to the table and picked up a silver glittery wand. “Look, Bertie made this, too, so I can do magic.”

“I can’t wait to get home so you can show me your magic.”

“Home?” Izzy ran around in circles. “Soon?”

“Mommy will be home in a little while.” Mila’s heart warmed at the sight of Roberta taking a pan of cookies from the oven. “Looks like you and Bertie are making yummy treats.”

Roberta smiled from the bar, where she set the hot pan, and Izzy climbed up on the stool beside her. A bowl of chocolate frosting sat on the counter, and she jammed one finger in the bowl, scooped up a glob, then licked it off.

“Yummy!” Izzy squealed.

Mila rubbed her tummy with a grin. “Save me some, sweet girl.”

Suddenly the back door into the kitchen at home flew open with a bang. Roberta startled and nearly dropped the second pan of cookies as two men in black stormed in, waving guns.

Mila clutched her phone, her heart pounding. “Roberta, Izzy—”

Roberta screamed and tucked Izzy close to her to protect her as one of the men aimed the semi at her. “Please, don’t hurt us!” Roberta cried.

“Izzy, run!” Mila shouted.

But it was too late. Another bear of a man snatched Izzy.

“Put me down!” Izzy kicked and pounded the man’s beefy arm with her fists.

He jerked her over his shoulder, then faced Mila. “Dr. Manchester, do what they tell you or you’ll never see your daughter again.”

They? What was he talking about?

Mila opened her mouth to plead with them, but a loud noise in the back of the clinic made her jump. She clutched her phone with clammy fingers and spun around as the door to the break room opened.

A man wearing all black stood in the doorway, a gun in his hand. “Get rid of the other people in the clinic and do it quietly.”

She glanced at her screen again to see if Izzy was okay, but the call had ended. Panic shot through her. Battling the terror gripping her, she crossed her arms and struggled for calm. “You...have my daughter? Why?”

The man in black shrugged, thick brows puckering as he approached. “Do what we tell you and she won’t get hurt.”

Fear choked Mila. “What do you want?”

“You’re going to give our leader a new face. Then we let your family go.” He jerked her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. “Now, clear the clinic. The boss wants this done quickly and quietly.”

“Who is your boss?”

“No names, Doc. It’s better that way.”

Mila sucked in a breath. “How do I know you’ll keep your word and won’t hurt Izzy?”

The man’s cold eyes met hers. “You’ll just have to trust us.”

She didn’t trust them at all.

He gestured toward the door, the gun aimed at her chest.

What else could she do? They had her daughter. She had no doubt they would hurt her if she didn’t cooperate.

She stepped into the hallway and spotted one of her nurses frowning from the nurses’ desk. She must have heard the noise.

“Unless you want her and your other staff to die, you’d better be quiet,” the man growled behind her.

Mila nodded and stepped forward to get rid of her staff and the patients in the waiting room.

* * *

BRAYDEN HAWK WAS done with women. Especially with fix-ups.

His partner at the law firm, Conrad Barker, had told him Penny Lark was gorgeous. And she had been.

But he’d failed to point out that she had a hole in her head where her brain was supposed to be. That all she cared about was her beauty regime and money and being the focal point on the society page.

Of course, Conrad didn’t care. He didn’t date women for their brains or because he wanted a future with them. He simply wanted sex.

Tension eased from Brayden as he drove onto Hawk’s Landing, the family ranch. The wind whistled through the windows of his SUV, trees swaying slightly in the late fall breeze.

At one time he’d been like Conrad. Not that he wanted a woman for her money, but he hadn’t wanted a relationship either.

The last few months with his family had changed everything.

For nearly two decades, the ranch had been a sad, lonely reminder of his missing little sister, Chrissy. And also of the fact that his father had deserted them shortly after her disappearance.

Thankfully, Chrissy’s murder had finally been solved and the family had closure.

Shortly after, his oldest brother, Harrison, the sheriff of Tumbleweed, had married Honey Granger.

And a few weeks ago, the next to the oldest brother, Lucas, an FBI agent, had married Charlotte Reacher, a victim in a shooting by a human trafficking ring Lucas was investigating.

On the heels of adding two wives to the family, his mother had opened the ranch to four foster girls, Charlotte’s art students, who’d needed a home after Lucas had rescued them from the trafficking ring, an operation known as Shetland.

Unfortunately, the ringleader of the operation had escaped and was in the wind.

And now Honey was pregnant, due in just a few weeks, and the house was alive again with family, with talk of babies and the next generation of Hawks.

Odd how that conversation had sparked thoughts of settling down himself.

Brayden shook off the thought, climbed from the SUV, smiling at the sound of the horses galloping on the hill. Since the girls had moved in, they’d added more livestock, and he’d hired his friend Beau Fortner as foreman of the ranch operation.

His mother swept him into a hug as he entered the foyer. “So glad you made it to dinner, Brayden.”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Mom.” The weekly family get-togethers had meant a lot to his mother during the lean years.

Truth be told, it had meant a lot to him, too. He’d harbored guilt over his sister’s disappearance and had needed his family around him.

Charlotte and Honey and the girls were laying out a spread of food that would feed half of Texas while Lucas, Harrison and brother number three, Dexter, stood by the sideboard sipping scotch. Dexter handed him a highball glass, and Brayden inhaled the rich aroma before taking a sip.

“Thanks, I needed this.”

“Bad day in court?” Lucas asked.

Brayden shrugged. He would have rather been in court than on that damn date. Thank God it had only been lunch.

His mother called them to the table, and they gathered for the blessing, then the meal. Excited talk of the nursery Honey was putting together for baby Hawk floated between the women while Dexter filled them in on the new horses he’d bought.

Lucas’s phone buzzed with a text, earning a chiding look from his mother. She respected all their jobs but insisted they leave their phones and business at the door.

“Sorry, Mom,” Lucas murmured. “It’s about the Shetland operation.”

The room grew quiet. Strained.

Lucas stood and walked to the foyer away from the table. Harrison followed. Tension stretched into a pained silence as they waited to find out if the Shetland ring had struck again.

* * *

MILA SWALLOWED BACK the terror clawing at her as she approached the head nurse in the clinic.

“Rhoda, will you please tell everyone to leave? I have to get home to Izzy. She’s sick.”

Rhoda gave her a worried look. “Is she okay?”

Mila fought a sob, then nodded. “She will be, but she needs her mommy. Just send the patients home and we’ll reschedule.” She squeezed Rhoda’s arm. “You go home, too. I’ll close up.”

Rhoda was a single mother with a ten-year-old son at home, so she didn’t mind an opportunity to take off early.

Mila felt the gunman’s eyes piercing her as she watched Rhoda quickly clear the waiting room, then shut down the computer at the nurses’ desk.

“Anything else I can do?” Rhoda called from the front.

“No, thanks for handling that. Have a good night with Trey.”

Rhoda yelled good-night, then left through the front door.

The gunman motioned for her to lock up, and Mila rushed forward, locked the doors and closed all the blinds. Noises sounded from the back, and she walked toward the exam rooms on shaky legs.

“Why me? Why here?” Mila asked.

The gunman jabbed the gun into her back. “We know you helped some of our girls escape.”

A cold chill washed over Mila. Some of their girls?

She had referred a few lost teens at the clinic to the women’s shelter. And then there was Izzy’s mother...

The back door burst open, and four more armed men strode in, their big bodies shielding another man in a suit who she assumed was the boss.

The guards scanned the interior, their posture braced to shoot. As they parted to search the clinic to make sure they were alone, she got her first real look at the man they called their leader.

Thick black hair framed an angular face that might be handsome if not for the scar running down the side of his cheek and the evil in his black eyes.

Eyes that looked familiar.

Pure panic robbed her breath.

She knew who he was. Arman DiSanti—the man who’d bought and used Izzy’s mother as a sex slave.

Did he know that her daughter, Izzy, the little girl they’d taken hostage, was his birth child?

* * *

BRAYDEN TRIED TO keep everyone calm as they waited on Lucas to answer the phone call. When Lucas returned, he looked antsy.

“We have a lead on the ringleader of the Shetland operation. We think he’s undergoing cosmetic surgery to change his identity.” He pulled his keys from his pocket. “I have to go.”

Harrison leaned over to give Honey a kiss. “I’m going with him.”

As sheriff of Tumbleweed, Harrison had no jurisdiction outside their small town, but he’d caught the case when Charlotte had been shot during the abductions of four students from her art studio. Lucas had been called in then. At this point, the entire family and the girls were all invested in making sure the trafficking ring was shut down for good.

“Need backup?” Dexter asked.

Dex’s PI skills had come in handy when they’d been tracking down the missing girls.

Lucas shook his head no. “This is an FBI operation, but thanks.”

Charlotte stood and touched her husband’s arm. “Where are you going?”

“A clinic outside Austin. Some plastic surgeon named Dr. Manchester is giving the bastard a new face.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Dr. Manchester?”

Lucas nodded. “Mila Manchester. For all we know, she’s on Shetland’s payroll. Her volunteer work could be a cover to give her opportunities to do jobs like this.”

Charlotte shook her head. “No, Lucas. Mila can’t be involved.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes at his wife. “You know Dr. Manchester?”

She nodded. “Her mother is the doctor who removed my port-wine birthmark when I was younger. I met Mila when I was at the clinic. And I’ve read about her volunteer work. She’s a good person.”

Lucas glanced at the table, where everyone was watching. Fear darkened the teens’ faces while worry knitted his mother’s brow.

“Maybe you think you know her,” Lucas said. “But, Charlotte, these men could be paying her big money to help them.”

Charlotte shook her head in denial again. “No, not Mila. She’s kind and loving and giving just like her mother was.”

Lucas looked torn but dropped a kiss on Charlotte’s cheek. “I really have to go. We don’t want this guy to get away.”

“Be careful,” Charlotte said, her voice strained. “And promise me you won’t hurt Mila.”

Lucas hugged her tightly. “Everything will be okay.”

Brayden pushed back from the table and followed Lucas and Harrison to the door. Dexter was right behind him.

Lucas stepped outside. “I’ll call you when we have him in custody.”

Brayden nodded. “Just get the bastard.”

Chapter Two

Mila typically took weeks to plan a facial reconstruction surgery. She had several consultations with the patient, conducted an analysis of problematic features needing correction, created computer sketches simulating what the finished product would look like and, if needed, arranged counseling with a professional. She’d also run blood work and tests to verify the patient was healthy enough for surgery.

Sometimes skin grafts were necessary. And sometimes multiple surgeries.

She had no time for any of that today.

DiSanti had shoved a photograph into her hands and told her exactly what he’d wanted. The changes would literally make him unrecognizable.

She’d been working for hours now. Her hand trembled as she finished the last of the sutures around his forehead. Perspiration trickled down the side of her face. Exhaustion bled through every cell in her body, adding to the tension thrumming through her. Her feet ached, her head throbbed and her eyes were blurring.

Twice his blood pressure had risen, and she’d thought she might lose him. That would be a blessing.

But the guards had warned her that if she made a mistake or if he died, she’d pay for it.

“How much longer?” the shortest of the guards asked.

“I’m almost finished. But he’s going to need recovery time.” She wanted to tell them they were fools to put him through so many alterations in one day. “I told you that I usually perform these procedures in steps.”

“We don’t have time for that,” the bigger brute barked. “Just finish.”

Images of Izzy and Roberta, terrified for their lives, taunted her with every minute she worked on the man. So far, she’d reshaped his nose, lifted his eyelids and added fillers to his cheeks and lips. His scar was history, as well.

He looked ten years younger and almost handsome.

But nothing could change the monster beneath that face.