Prologue
Gabriel Anderson stopped the woman from falling over the loose banana skin in the middle of the road. She carried a screaming child in her arms with another wrapped around her leg. No one offered to help her even as the bag of groceries toppled out of her other hand.
The child had stopped screaming in her arms, and Gabriel stared into the most expressive brown eyes he’d ever seen. The woman in his arms was young, and she looked scared.
“Mummy,” the boy said.
“I’m okay, Billy. I’m so sorry,” she said. Gabriel watched as she quickly put the girl in the car followed by Billy.
“Don’t worry about it.” Gabriel picked up her tumbling groceries. She bent down to help. He saw the red burn marks on her arm where her shirt rolled up. Before he could respond he caught her arm in his hand and watched as she recoiled from him. The terror in her eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
“I’m sorry. You have burn marks.”
She pulled her arm away from him. “They were an accident during cooking.” She pushed her shirt down.
“I don’t mean to pry. I’m Gabriel Anderson. I’m the new sheriff.” He put his hand out to her. She stared at his hand before shaking it. Her fingers were weak and cold.
“Welcome to CapeFalls,” she said.
“Do I get your name?” he asked. The electricity from his touch couldn’t be mistaken. The connection flowed between them. Her eyes widened.
“I-I-I’m Amy Grant.”
“Well, Amy Grant. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“What the f**k are you doing touching my wife?” a man shouted, storming towards them. Amy pulled out of his touch. Gabriel watched her withdraw into herself. The guy came over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to his side.
“I’m the new sheriff,” Gabriel said.
“Oh. Well, I’m Steven, and this is my wife, Amy. Talk to me from now on. She isn’t with it upstairs, if you know what I mean.” Steven yanked his wife into the front passenger seat of the car.
“Nice to meet you, Amy.” Gabriel watched as she looked back and nodded. Her door closed, and the car drove off. For the rest of the day, Gabriel did everything he could to find out about Amy Grant. By the end of the day when he went home, he knew he’d do everything in his power to protect her.
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Six months later
Gabriel heard the call come in. The sound of Billy Grant’s scared little voice would stay with him for ten lifetimes. He’d been watching Amy’s husband for a while. For the past few months he’d been showing signs of flying off the deep end, and Gabriel knew it would only be a matter of time until he struck. He’d hoped to have Amy out of the house with her two children safe.
He broke the speed limit getting to their house. The lights were on. He got out of the car and heard the screams from the pavement. The ambulance had been called, along with several other members of the police.
Billy let him in, and Gabriel told him to go and get in his truck, to lock the doors and not open them until he saw him approaching with his mummy. Mia followed her brother outside.
Gabriel walked into the kitchen and saw red. Amy lay on the floor, howling in pain while Steven punched, kicked, and hurled abuse at her. Gabriel reacted by taking Steven down and bloodying the bastard up within seconds. When there was no chance of the other man getting up and he heard the sirens of the ambulance and police, he walked over to Amy.
Her face was a mess, and he saw she was shaking.
“It’s me, Amy. Gabriel. I’m here to take you away.”
“Are Mia and Billy okay?” she asked.
“They’re fine. Don’t worry about them. Worry about getting better. I’m going to pick you up. This may hurt a little.” He lifted her in his arms. She whimpered before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Don’t drop me,” she croaked.
“Not on your life.”
He carried her to his truck. Billy opened the door, and he settled her down. Gabriel looked into her face and knew he would die a thousand deaths before he let any more pain come to her.
“Is she going to be all right?” Billy asked. The boy was far too scared for a boy his age. He should be playing with toy cars or watching come cartoons, not seated in the back of a truck wondering about the safety of his mum.
“We’re going to take care of her, all right? I need you two to help me out, and I promise you, nothing bad will happen to her.”
Mia and Bill did everything he asked while Gabriel took care of his woman. Over the months he’d come to view the small woman as his. She had a kind smile and caring nature. She was everything he didn’t deserve and yet craved. The dominant man inside him was appalled at the treatment she’d had at the hands of her husband.
He would spend the rest of his life caring for her. Even if he could never have her to himself.
Chapter One
“She’s the one I was telling you about. The woman who blamed her husband and sent him to prison. I can’t believe a woman would lie like that about her own husband,” the middle-aged woman whispered to her friend.
Amy Grant kept her back to them as she stacked the shelves with the used books that had been donated that morning. She was used to the cruel words, even if they did hurt. CapeFalls was her home, and yet people felt more comfortable treating her like an outsider than a local.
Biting her lip to contain her tears, Amy continued to stack the shelf in front of her.
“What is this town coming to? First there was Laura and Dean Riley. That scandal had my mommy rolling in her grave. Then those two Steer brothers sharing sweet Anna Myers. What is this town coming to?”
Their voices had risen, and they were no longer whispering. Amy felt like laughing. Anna was a happy woman married to two men who adored her, while Laura and Dean were expecting their second child. She didn’t see what the problem with was with CapeFalls. Where most towns and cities were moving into the twenty-first century, the townsfolk seemed to be content to go backwards.
“She’s probably sleeping with that Sheriff. You know, the new one who moved here a few years back. I heard he was the one who put Steven away.”
The gossip went on and on. She hated it when they mentioned Gabriel Anderson. The new Sheriff had been nothing but nice to her since he moved here. He was forty-five and one of the kindest men she knew. At the time, during Steven’s arrest, he’d been the only man who’d stood by her. She was now friends with Dean Riley and the two Steer brothers. The women placed some pictures on the counter along with a few items of clothing but refused to look her in the face.