Cry in the Night (Rock Harbor Series #4)
Colleen Coble
Language: English
Pages: 290
ISBN: 1595542485
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The highly anticipated novel that delivers what romantic suspense fans have waited for—the return to Rock Harbor.
A mysterious crying in the night leads search-and-rescue worker Bree Matthews and her dog Samson to an abandoned baby in the woods outside of Rock Harbor, Michigan. Against objections from her husband, Bree takes the baby girl in. Quickly she begins a search for the mother—presumably the woman reported missing just days earlier.
While teams scour the wintery forests, Bree ferrets out clues about the woman. Where is she and why did she leave the child behind? And how does that connect to Bree's first husband's mysterious death years ago in the Upper Peninsula? Everything Bree thought she knew about her life is turned upside down with the sound of a Cry in the Night.
see, the man’s eyes behind the windshield widened. He stepped on the brakes, and the truck fishtailed on the snow-covered pavement. Kade tensed as the truck veered closer. It was stupid to sit here where he might be struck, but if he got out of the way, the man would flee. Kade held his breath. The sun glinted off the windshield and obscured the man’s face. Kade could smell the hot vapors off the truck engine. Then the truck rocketed toward the ditch. Everything moved in slow motion. The studded
cold nose nudged her hand. She rolled toward him and ran her hand over his silky fur for comfort. He always sensed when she was distressed. He pushed forward and nuzzled her neck. His hot breath gave her goose bumps, but breathing his good doggy scent calmed her. This situation couldn’t be what it seemed. She wasn’t ready to swallow something so outrageous. She knew Rob. He would never have walked away and left Davy in the woods alone. Never. He’d adored his son. What if it is Rob? The
ask,” Naomi said, her tone a reproof. “If you ask me not to speak of it, rest assured I won’t, Bree,” Sheila said. Bree’s pulse hammered in her throat. It was still so hard to talk about, to even believe. “Rob isn’t dead,” she said. Naomi gasped, and the baby gave a start, her face puckering. Naomi jiggled her. “I don’t think I heard you right.” “Rob didn’t die in the plane crash. He walked away and left town. I thought I saw someone who reminded me of him the weekend of the winter festival
even told Martha.” Bree gripped Sheila’s warm fingers. “I have to know.” Sheila held her gaze. “His secretary was my cousin. She turned him in when she discovered he was embezzling money from the city. He was about to be brought in by the state police and questioned.” Bree shook her head, unable to take it in. “If that’s true, why wouldn’t Mason have known about it—and told me?” “Maybe the state cops didn’t tell Mason,” Naomi suggested, jiggling Olivia. “I don’t think they did,” Sheila said.
roused the boy. Davy rolled out into the wind sleepily with his jacket still unzipped and no hat. “Get your hat and gloves!” Quinn shouted. Davy blinked sleepily but reached in and got his belongings. He pulled his ski mask and hat over his head and grabbed his skis. “Should I put my skis on?” he asked, the wind snatching away some of his words. Quinn nodded and grabbed his own. They’d make better time on skis. Only Samson would have to brave the drifts. The dog would wear out fast, and Davy