Undercover Holiday Fiancée. Maggie K. Black

Zoe’s fiancé has two amazing daughters. Abby adores them.”

      Was her sister even listening to what she was saying? It was like she was having a completely different conversation.

      “Trent Henry is the last person I can imagine sitting around a table at Christmas dinner,” Chloe said. “He doesn’t want a relationship with me. He wants to pretend to have a relationship with me when it suits him, and then walk out of my life without saying goodbye.”

      She couldn’t begin to get her head around why that was so much trouble for her heart. She just knew that it was.

      “What do you want?” Olivia pressed.

      “A cast-iron heart that he can’t even dent,” she said. Headlights flickered past her window for a third time. She tossed the blanket off and stood. It was the same truck. “I’ve got to go. Just pray for me, okay? And I’ll see you at Christmas.”

      “Will do.”

      The call ended. Chloe shoved her feet into boots and yanked her arms through the sleeves of her jacket. It was probably nothing. But she’d slip through the woods by the road and watch for the truck to drive by again, just in case, and then search the plates.

      She opened the door. It flew back instantly, knocking her hard in the chest and throwing her off balance. A large man—huge, bald and shrouded in winter clothes—shoved his way into her living room, kicking the door closed behind him. Her hands rose to protect herself. But it was too late.

      He pushed her down onto the couch, tossing her like a rag doll. One hand clenched her throat. The other held a handgun to her cheek.

      “I don’t know what your game is,” the man hissed. “But you took a cell phone off a Gulo yesterday, and you’re going to give it to me.”