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FELICIA MASON
“Mason is a superb storyteller…she creates magic.”
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Sweet Devotion
Felicia Mason
MILLS & BOON
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This book is for all of the Ambers
who seek shelter, peace and hope.
A portion of the proceeds of this book
is being donated to Transitions Family
Violence Services, an organization
that supports women and children in crisis.
Contents
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
Author Note
Chapter One
Armed with a carving knife, Amber Montgomery took cover as a metal folding chair hurtled her way. The chair crashed against the edge of a white-draped carving table, taking out the end of the serving station where she’d been carving beef at the Wayside Revelers’ Annual Dinner Dance.
She watched in horror as eight pounds of beets splattered to the floor sending deep red beet juice splashing up and out like a demented geyser.
She’d known, of course, that taking this catering job carried a certain amount of risk. The Wayside Revelers tended to revel a bit too much at their functions. But after their last fiasco at the VFW hall, Amber thought they’d mellowed and would be on their best behavior tonight.
That, obviously, wasn’t the case.
She didn’t know how this melée started, but she needed to—
“Watch out!” someone yelled.
Amber ducked just a moment before another chair came within inches of taking her out.
This was getting personal!
She jumped up. “Hey, I’m the caterer. Why are you attacking me?”
But no one heard her or paid any attention. They were too busy destroying the hall and themselves—and having a great time doing so. The scene in front of her looked like a barroom brawl in the wild wild West. Except, this wasn’t the eighteen-hundreds frontier. It was peaceful little Wayside, Oregon, population 17,800, in the twenty-first century.
Over the commotion, Amber heard what sounded like police sirens. Help was on the way!
Maybe she could salvage the trays of lemon meringue tarts—six hours of work. Amber inched toward the desserts, but someone else spied them at the same time. An elderly man grabbed one in each hand and smiled.
“Don’t you have any respect for food?” she demanded.
Unmindful of the scene playing out behind him, the man shook his head, grinned a toothless smile and aimed.
“Don’t you dare!” Amber said, holding a hand up in front of her face.
“Lighten up, honey,” he said. “It’s just a pastry.”
And then her own lemon meringue hit her in the face. Amber shrieked and whirled around—
“Hold it right there.”
With one hand Amber wiped pie from her face. She cleared her vision enough to see the pie thrower scuttle off to the side and disappear into the crowd. She wiped away more meringue and the shadow in front of her came into focus, the details registering. Tall, with broad shoulders, a slim waist and feet planted apart, he scowled at her. A very big, very threatening cop stood not three feet away.
“You’re under arrest, lady.”
“Me? What did I do? I’m the one being attacked. Arrest one of them,” she demanded, waving the carving knife toward the Revelers now merrily flinging the rest of her lemon tarts at each other.
The cop didn’t spare a glance at the havoc being wrought behind him. “Drop the
