With the two reunited once more, their desperate search to bring Liam home is clouded by old resentments and misunderstanding from the past. Together, Alex and Rachel must find a way to put the past behind them in order to find Liam before the men chasing him finish the job they started and end Liam’s life.
Standoff at Midnight Mountain is a story about forgiveness and second chances. I hope Alex and Rachel’s story will touch your heart and bring a smile to your face. And maybe help you remember your own first love.
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Mary Alford
To first loves.
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The still of the peaceful Wyoming morning was broken by the noise of a vehicle approaching. Rachel Simmons breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. Alex was here. Maybe now, with his help, she could finally get some answers into her brother’s mysterious disappearance.
Outside, the car came to a stop. A door slammed, followed by footsteps, then someone knocked noisily on her door, jarring her spent nerves.
She hurried to answer it. With her hand resting on the door handle, a voice she didn’t recognize spoke, stopping her in her tracks. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to trouble you so early, but my wife and I seem to have lost our way.” A pause followed, almost as if the man was waiting for her response, yet she couldn’t manage a word. Who was this person? “Can you tell me how to get back to the highway?”
Close by, her faithful golden retriever, Callie, growled low, the hackles along the ridge of her back standing at full attention. Callie charged for the door, sniffing and barking her alarm. A chill sped down Rachel’s spine, her internal radar skyrocketed. She’d been living on edge since her brother’s last visit. Now, after trying to reach Liam for more than a week without avail, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened. It was the reason why she’d called in her CIA colleague, Alex Booth.
“Quiet, Callie,” Rachel whispered close to the dog’s ear. Callie stopped her barking and sat back on her haunches, but the ridge didn’t go away.
Nothing but the tiniest rays of light from the woodstove in the great room would be visible through the curtained windows. It
