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All That Remains (Count on a Cop) by [Johnson, Janice Kay]

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About the Author

The author of more than ninety books for children and adults, Janice Kay Johnson writes about love and family - about the way generations connect and the power our earliest experiences have on us throughout life.  An eight time finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA award, she won a RITA in 2008 for her Superromance novel Snowbound.  A former librarian, Janice raised two daughters in a small town north of Seattle, Washington.

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Gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled hands, Wren Fraser struggled to see the narrow country road ahead through sheets of rain. She'd lived in Seattle, for goodness' sake, and had never seen rain come down like this. The road was winding, the yellow line down the middle her only salvation. There seemed to be no shoulders wide enough for her to pull over safely, and she didn't dare stop where she was; if another car came along, it would slam right into her. She couldn't see ten feet ahead, which meant an oncoming driver wouldn't be able to, either.

Shifting in her seat, Wren tried to ease the pain gripping her lower back. She'd been in the car too long, that was all, and her tension wasn't helping. She needed desperately to get out and stretch, but even if she spotted a driveway she could pull into, stepping out to get drenched in cold rain wasn't very appealing. She didn't have rain gear. in fact, she had only one small suitcase. Given her state of pregnancy, she'd been afraid she wouldn't be able to handle more getting on and off the light rail train back in Seattle as well as through airports in Seattle and St. louis.

Her baby was moving restlessly, kicking, stirred no doubt by her anxiety. The seat belt felt uncomfortably tight over her pregnant belly, but releasing and refastening it wasn't an option with her hands locked onto the steering wheel.

"We'll be okay," she murmured. "I promise, Cupcake. It's just rain. Before we know it, we'll be snug in a wonderful farmhouse, with a fire burning. And even if I've missed dinner, I'll bet Molly will warm a bowl of soup for me. And then we'll both be warm."

The pain in her back had temporarily eased, but baby wasn't reassured. Wren's entire distended belly gave a disconcerting lurch and the pressure on her bladder increased. Oh, great, now she had to pee.

Wren had no idea whether she was lost or still following the route MapQuest had laid out for her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to see a crossroad if one appeared, or street signs; the numbers on the few mailboxes she'd spotted were unreadable through the rain. However desperate she was, she'd probably been foolish not to find somewhere to hole up until she could talk to Molly. Unfortunately, turning back to the last motel she'd seen, an hour ago, was no longer an option. When she fled Seattle yesterday morning, she'd had only one focus: getting to Molly's.

The Ozark country was supposed to be beautiful. In November it was too late for fall colors, of course—what trees she'd seen through the rain had been skeletal—but Molly had rhapsodized about the quiet rivers and stark gray bluffs, the rounded mountains covered with gum trees and oaks and hickories, the winding green valleys and occasional farmhouses.

Wren had crossed a river a while back, but it didn't look that quiet to her. The water had been running high and turgid. No wonder, with this downpour. She'd been glad that the road climbed to meander along the rim of the valley. Now it was dropping again, perhaps to meet the same river.

Please, please, let me be close.

She didn't have a cell phone, not since James had convinced her that she didn't need one. Even if she'd had one—who would she call?

Oh, Molly, please be home. Please be glad to see me.

Wren wished she'd met the man her best friend from college had married. Molly had wanted her to be the maid of honor, but James couldn't get away that weekend and he'd hated the idea of her going without him…

Wren shuddered at the memory of how stupid she'd been.

She made herself think again about Molly's husband. Samuel. If Molly loved him, he must be okay. He wouldn't turn Wren away. She didn't need that much from them. The house had extra bedrooms, Molly had said it did. If they could give her even a few weeks of respite, she'd figure something out.

She just didn't know what that something would be.

A split-rail fence appeared to the right of the road then disappeared behind a burst of wind-driven rain that pummeled the car with new ferocity, making it sway.

Would she need gills to breathe outside? she wondered with momentary whimsy. The car had become her womb. She hoped the waters her baby swam in were warmer and more hospitable than the deluge out there.

The defroster struggled to keep the windshield clear. Suddenly she couldn't quite make out the yellow line ahead. A flare of alarm triggered a stab of pain in her lower back, and Wren lifted her foot from the gas. While her brain grappled with the realization that she could see nothing but gray ahead—driving, swirling, misting—momentum carried the car forward.

The next second, it plowed into something. Wren was flung forward against the seat belt, then back. Even as she cried out, water rushed over the hood and windshield and she realized she hadn't come to a complete stop. Oh, God. She must have plunged off the road into the river or a lake or pond. Absurdly, she slammed her foot down on the brake.

The car came to a stop. The wipers tried valiantly to clear the windshield. The engine was still running. Hand shaking, Wren tried to push open her door and couldn't do more than open the smallest of cracks, through which water rushed. She wrenched the door shut again. Through her panic, she made herself think. Keep driving forward? Try to back up? Molly's house was ahead, but…she knew there was bare road behind. Whimpering, more scared than she could ever remember being, she put the gear in reverse.

The engine choked and died.

Frantically she shifted the car into Park and turned the key in the ignition, over and over, and began sobbing. The windows were electronic. How would she get out if she couldn't roll them down?

The next second, the engine caught and, gasping with relief and fear, Wren hit the two buttons to roll down the front windows. They were almost all the way down when the engine died again.

This time, nothing she could do brought it to life again. Finally she gave up and sat gulping in air, trying to think. Cold rain was slanting in the open window and she was already soaked. If she could wade to the road, maybe somebody else would come along. Maybe even somebody who knew where Molly Hayes lived.

No, not Hayes. For a moment Wren couldn't think. Roth something. Rothberg. No, that wasn't right, the name was longer than that. Rothenberg. Or even…Rothenberger? She couldn't remember.

"It doesn't matter," she said aloud. "It doesn't matter. If I can find the nearest house, we'll be all right. Anybody would take us in."

She tried the door again, but she was pushing against water that wasn't far below the window. Could it be shallower on the other side? Wren unfastened her seat belt, let the seat slide back and laboriously clambered over the console to the passenger seat. But when she tried to open that door, she had no more success.

Shaking from cold and fear, she realized that the interior would soon be underwater if she did manage to get either door ajar more than a crack. In fact, it was trickling in anyway. She looked down to see that her feet stood in several inches of water.

She had to get out the window. Surely—please, God—she could squeeze her pregnant belly through. Wren twisted first and pulled her small suitcase over the seat. She would take it and her purse, that only made sense.

Getting out a car window wasn't as easy as it ought to be. She poked her upper body out, and saw that she'd be plunging into waist-deep water, at least. It was moving, swirling and parting around the car. The river, then, not a placid pond. She didn't dare go headfirst.

Feetfirst. Pain squeezed her lower back and, gasping, she waited it out. She'd made it worse, climbing so awkwardly to this side of the car. But the spasm passed, and she maneuvered so she was very nearly on her hands and knees on the car seat, her cheek pressed to the steering wheel. She lifted one leg and stuck it out, twisting so that her hip and not her belly would take her weight on the frame once she got the other leg out, too.

She squirmed and pushed herself, grabbing at the emergency brake, the dashboard, the back of the seat. Anything she could use for leverage. She didn't think she would have fit had she been facedown or faceup, but sideways her belly just barely cleared the window frame.

For an instant she hung partway, and then her lower body dropped and she gasped from the cold as she plunged into the water.

No, definitely not a pond—current pressed her against the door. Walking in this wouldn't be easy, and she momentarily hesitated. Maybe she'd be safer if she stayed in the car. The rain would let up eventually, wouldn't it? And the rental car was bright red. Someone would spot it.

But she was chilled to see that the water level was still rising, lapping now into the car. She heard herself breathing, huge gasps, and grabbed her suitcase and purse.

She started back the way she'd come, but immediately realized the water was becoming deeper. Had her car nearly made it through a flooded dip in the road? Struggling against the current, she turned. She was bumped hard against the fender, then the door, but as she forged ahead the water seemed to be not quite as deep.

She moved, crablike, to protect her belly in case the current carried a branch or something even more dangerous to batter her. Once she was nearly knocked off her feet. Somehow she saved herself. She heard a keening sound that she knew, in a distant part of her mind, was coming from her. She pushed on, trying to hold the suitcase above the water.

Miraculously, the surface was only hip-high now, then thigh-high. As relief began to trickle through her, she was slammed from behind hard enough to pitch her forward. The suitcase was snatched from her hands and gone, her lunge for it too late. Her purse.no, it was gone, too....


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  • File Size: 661 KB
  • Print Length: 288 pages
  • Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0373717369
  • Publisher: Harlequin Superromance; Original edition (October 1, 2011)
  • Publication Date: October 1, 2011
  • Sold by: Harlequin Digital Sales Corp.
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B005IGVS20
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