Janice Johnson Kay

Hide The Child


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      A terrified little girl is the only witness

      to the murder of her family...

      And the killer won’t stop until she’s silenced, too. So when army ranger Gabe Decker is asked to protect the orphan and her psychologist, Trina Marr, he doesn’t hesitate. Hidden in a remote cabin, Gabe experiences a taste of family life...something this brawny ranger never dreamed possible. When bullets start flying, Gabe puts everything on the line—and vows to do whatever it takes to protect his family.

      An author of more than ninety books for children and adults (more than seventy-five for Mills & Boon), JANICE KAY JOHNSON writes about love and family, and pens books of gripping romantic suspense. A USA TODAY bestselling author and an eight-time finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA® Award, she won a RITA® Award in 2008. A former librarian, Janice raised two daughters in a small town north of Seattle, Washington.

       Books by Janice Kay Johnson

      A Hometown Boy

      Anything for Her

      Where It May Lead

      From This Day On

      One Frosty Night

      More Than Neighbors

      Because of a Girl

      A Mother’s Claim

      Plain Refuge

      Her Amish Protectors

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      Hide the Child

      Janice Kay Johnson

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07948-8

      HIDE THE CHILD

      © 2018 Janice Kay Johnson

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

      All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

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      For Jeff Hill, consummate woodsman,

      reader and generous friend.

      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

       Extract

       About the Publisher

       Prologue

      Squeezed into the tiniest space, Chloe tried not to look through the narrow crack where the cupboard door hadn’t completely closed, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. Daddy was lying there right in front of her. All she had