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  Unwanted Danger

  Danger Incorporated

  Book Nine

  by

  Olivia Jaymes

  www.OliviaJaymes.com

  UNWANTED DANGER

  Copyright © 2018 by Olivia Jaymes

  Kindle Edition

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  ***This book was previously published under the title Discarded Heart***

  Unwanted Danger

  ***Previously published under the title Discarded Heart

  Years ago, Caleb Faulkner left the little town of Applewood for the excitement of Chicago and the chance to build a career with the FBI. Unfortunately it also meant leaving behind Micheala Adams, the woman he loved and adored. All the success in the world couldn’t fix the emptiness he felt inside without her.

  Michaela gave up her chance at a lifetime with Caleb to stay in Applewood to nurse her dying sister and care for her nephew. She doesn’t regret her decision but sometimes in the middle of the night she thinks about what might have been.

  His career in ruins, Caleb is back in town to lick his wounds and start again. When he and Michaela run into each other it’s agonizingly awkward and more emotional than he expected. The less they see of each other the better.

  Unfortunately, their hearts have other plans.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Book

  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

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Other Books by Olivia Jaymes

  Chapter One

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  With a tired grunt Caleb Faulkner heaved the last cardboard box onto the kitchen counter and wiped the sweat from his brow. It was a hot and humid day and his t-shirt stuck to his skin from his exertion. He should have hired someone to do this but he hadn’t been thinking all that clearly when he’d planned this move.

  The small Craftsman style house would be home for the next three months or so while his mother recovered from a mild stroke and the federal government obliterated over a decade of hard work.

  His good friend Jon Rudnick placed a lamp on the floor before heaving his large frame into a leather-cushioned easy chair. Jon had been a close friend for a long time and had recently retired from the Navy SEALs to open his own security firm with a few friends. “I think that’s the last of it. Hell of a way to spend Labor Day.”

  “Doing hard labor? I can’t thank you enough for the help. This would have taken me all damn day if you hadn’t been here. Dad’s not getting any younger and he shouldn’t be hefting boxes if I can help it. I’m trying to get him to retire but he says he’d be bored as hell.”

  Caleb grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Jon who rubbed the chilly bottle on his forehead before twisting off the cap. “It’s no trouble. Ali’s got a late summer cold and she’s taking it easy this weekend. I’ll pick her up some chicken soup on my way over to her place.”

  “Looks like you’re all domesticated now.” Grimacing, Caleb took a long draw on his beer and sat down on the couch. “But you look happy.”

  Jon picked at the label on the bottle, wet from condensation. “I am happy, so that makes one of us. You can punch me if you like but you don’t look too happy for a man that’s moving back to his hometown and his roots.”

  That was the problem with old friends. They knew a person inside and out.

  Dammit.

  “Let’s just say that a month ago the thought of moving back to Applewood was the furthest thing from my mind. Then one case gets blown out of proportion and I’m on indefinite suspension while I’m being investigated. They think I botched the case and all because some rich guy got busted and he’s got all his wealthy cronies throwing their weight around in Washington and making things difficult for me at work. This wasn’t how I pictured my life.”

  Caleb had always assumed he’d be with the FBI until he retired. Until this incident his career trajectory had only gone one way.

  Up.

  “Your life or your career?”

  Shrugging, Caleb took another drink from the already half-empty bottle. “What’s the difference? My career is my life.”

  Jon shook his head, a smile playing around his lips. “There was a time I would have said the same.”

  “But not now?”

  “Not now. I have a life and I have a career. There’s more to me than being a former SEAL. I don’t want to be one of those guys that hang out in the parking lot of their old high school talking about their glory days. That’s a shit way to live.”

  Caleb sat back and propped his feet on the coffee table. “It’s easy for you to say. You have a new career with your security business. I’ve got nothing. I told Dad that I’d help him with his carpentry jobs but I can’t imagine doing that for the next twenty or twenty-five years. Day in and day out. No excitement. No adrenaline. Don’t tell me you could live without that. You crave it just like I do.”

  “Sure, but there are other ways to get that. Take up sky diving or something. You can do whatever you want. The only one holding you back is you. I have to ask—do you even want to go back to the FBI after getting jerked around like this?”

  A good question, and one Caleb didn’t have the answer to. Yet. But the subject was never far from his mind. When the investigation into the handling of the Morton case was complete and Caleb was found to have handled it by the book, he’d have to make the call of whether to stay here in Applewood or go back and try and salvage what he could of his career. He’d worked too damn hard to simply chuck it away without a second thought.

  “It’s what I do,” Caleb said after a moment. “I’m not sure I can do anything else. My childhood dreams of being a cowboy or an astronaut are long gone.”

  Jon took the last swallow from the beer bottle and set it on the end table. “You’re too tall to be an astronaut but you might find work as a brick wall.”

  At six-foot-four and two hundred and thirty pounds, Caleb wasn’t a small man. Even in high school he’d been a big kid, playing quarterback on the football team because he could easily see over his front line. His size had never been a handicap. Not in the military and not when he’d signed up with the FBI. He’d used it well to intimidate those around him but it wasn’t much of an advantage now that he was back in his hometown. What was he good for now?

  Helping little old ladies reach the top shelf at the grocery store.

  Jon levered up from the chair and walked a few steps away to the large picture window overlooking the quiet street. Caleb had rented this house because of its proximity to the town square, not the serene small town atmosphere the tree-lined street promoted. He was used to concrete, metal, and glass punctuated with the roar of engines and the wail of sirens. Add in some gritty exhaust fumes and he was in heaven.

  The closest he would probably come here in Applewood was a neighbor burning their leaves. />
  “Have you seen her?” Jon asked, his gaze still directed outside so he didn’t see Caleb’s shoulders immediately stiffen. But Caleb had no doubt his friend had heard him suck in a breath at the mere suggestion.

  Caleb didn’t even have to actually hear her name. Her memory was enough to knock him sideways.

  “No. No, I haven’t. But I doubt I can avoid her. This town just isn’t that big.”

  Jon turned and crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you planning to say to her when you do?”

  Caleb laughed but it sounded strangled in his throat. “You’re assuming I have a plan. I don’t. I have no idea what I’m going to say. I do know what I’m going to do. Or at least what I hope I’m going to do. I’m not planning to make a fool of myself. She doesn’t need to know how she affects me all these years later. I’ll be polite and friendly. Hopefully we can give each other a wide berth.”

  It had occurred to Caleb more than once that Michaela might not want to see him even more than he didn’t want to see her. The last time they’d spoken hadn’t been sunshine and puppy dogs. When he’d walked away that final day Michaela’s face had been wet with tears as she clung to the cotton fabric of his shirt, her eyes begging him not to go.

  But he had. There was no changing the past. No rewriting history.

  “That’s probably for the best,” Jon agreed, tossing his empty in the trash can Caleb had set up last night when he’d received the keys. “Unless of course you’re here to stay. That would make everything different.”

  “It wouldn’t change a thing.” Caleb shook his head, too many memories making his insides churn. “You know the old saying about making your bed and lying in it. This is one of those times. Just because I stay – and I’m not saying that I am – wouldn’t make Michaela any more inclined to forget the past. That ship sailed long ago.”

  “Maybe she still feels the same.”

  Not a chance in hell.

  “She stopped loving me years ago. Smart girl.”

  Some things were meant to be and some not. Michaela was meant to live in a small town. Caleb was meant to fight wars in deserts and chase bad guys for the government. Their dreams had made sure they would never have a future together. It was all for the best.

  Jon slapped Caleb on the back and smiled. “I know you’ll be okay, but just in case I’m inviting you to the poker game me and a few friends put together when we can. Cards, beer, and artery-clogging food. Are you in?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it. Text me with the details.”

  “Will do. I better get going. I want to check on Ali.”

  Caleb stood and followed Jon to the door. “Thanks again for all your help. And the poker invitation.”

  “What are old friends for?” Jon laughed as they stepped out, the heat and humidity almost taking Caleb’s breath away. Autumn couldn’t come soon enough. “I’m glad you’re back even if you aren’t. Let me know if there’s anything else you need help with.”

  There wasn’t anything anyone could do. Caleb had to deal with the mess of his life all by himself. He couldn’t see far into the future, but if he didn’t get straightened around there wouldn’t be much of one.

  He’d screwed up everything important in his life. At age forty this was officially Round Two of Caleb Faulkner and he didn’t intend to lose.

  Chapter Two

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  “So what are you going to do?”

  Michaela Adams picked up the menu and pretended to peruse it so she could have a few precious seconds before answering. Her friend Charlotte, however, wasn’t fooled in the least. She plucked it from Mika’s fingers and slapped it down onto the worn formica table. The two of them were sharing a late lunch at the Applewood Diner. Their kids were playing together while Charlotte’s husband Ron babysat them while also simultaneously watching a football game.

  Their lunches were a tradition that had started years ago to allow the mothers a few hours out of the house. Of course it had changed a little over time as the children had grown older but the point was still the same – girl talk time.

  “That menu hasn’t changed in thirty years and you always get the fried chicken on Sundays. Stop stalling. Have you seen him yet?”

  Mika let out a long suffering sigh and shook her head. Charlotte was like a dog with a bone and she wasn’t going to let this go until Mika spilled her guts all over the booth they were occupying.

  “No. I’ve been busy and I bet he has too. Frankly, he’s only rented that house for three months. I might get lucky and never see him while he’s here.”

  Charlotte rolled her eyes and groaned. “In Applewood? You’re kidding, right? There’s no way you can avoid him and you know it. You’d have to become a hermit and we both know Alex isn’t going to let you do that. What are you going to say to Caleb when you see him after all these years?”

  Mika had no idea and had spent the better part of the week trying not to think about it. It dredged up way too many memories. Good, bad, and downright painful.

  “How about ‘nice to see you and welcome back.’ That sounds neutral. What Caleb does now doesn’t affect me one way or the other, Char. That was a long time ago. I’m older and hopefully a hell of a lot wiser. It takes more than a good looking smile for me to find a man attractive.”

  The waitress brought their drinks and took their order, leaving them alone once again.

  “You loved him once,” Charlotte pointed out. “You didn’t get the closure you needed and now he’s back. I just thought you might want to talk to him and put this behind you once and for all.”

  Mika sputtered, the ice cold water choking her for a moment. “Closure? I think his leaving after college graduation and joining the Navy could be called closure. Add in the day years later when he told me he was taking a job with the FBI in Chicago and I think he nailed that sucker shut. He said goodbye, Char. He couldn’t wait to get out of Applewood. It was his dream and I always knew that. I was fooling myself to think he’d stay here for me.”

  “You could have gone with him. Alex wasn’t your responsibility. Your parents practically begged you to follow Cal.”

  Mika remembered those heartbreaking conversations well. Her older sister Sarah had been ravaged with cancer at the time, unwilling to take chemo or radiation while pregnant. By the time Alex had been born the tumors were too far gone and Sarah had passed on less than six months later. The only thing Mika could do for her sister was promise to raise Alex as her own. She hoped that she had succeeded these last eight years.

  “Love isn’t always enough to make things right. He needed to go and I needed to stay.”

  “He said he’d do the long distance thing.”

  Mika carefully placed the glass down on the table and tried to keep a hold of her emotions. The memories she’d pushed away for so long were coming back one by one. Deeply painful, they sliced at her heart and abdomen, almost making her double over. All these years later her heart still ached as she remembered the earnest young man she’d loved so deeply. He’d been hell bent to make something of his life. Ambitious, smart, and hardworking, she always knew he’d be successful. She’d just fooled herself to think it would be in Applewood.

  He was born to excel. To achieve. An excellent student. Star athlete. He’d blinded her with his movie star good looks and hefty doses of charm. He’d been her own personal prince except that she didn’t get a happily ever after with him. She was left behind while he chased rainbows. She’d tried to make it work but in the end the fabric of their relationship slowly shredded until they were hanging by a string.

  He’d been climbing the ladder of success while she’d been changing diapers and warming bottles, worlds apart from one another.

  “And it was a huge disaster. He wanted the big city and excitement. I needed to stay here and take care of Sarah—then when she died I became Alex’s mother. It was a mess and it’s my own fault. He never made any secret of what he wanted.”

  She’d thought she could somehow change h
is mind if she’d loved him enough. But young women often believed what they wanted to when they were in love.

  And she had loved Caleb. So very much. But she had loved her sister and Alex too.

  “He’s back. Maybe he’ll stay.”

  Fiddling with her fork, Mika shook her head. “He’s got a three month lease on that house. He’s here because his mother is sick from what I heard. When she feels better he’ll leave again.”

  Alice Faulkner had recently had a mild stroke and was recovering well. But it was nice to see Caleb spending more time with his family. He’d barely been back to Applewood since he left for good almost eight years ago.

  “Maybe he’s changed.”

  That statement made Mika laugh. “Charlotte Williams, you’re a married woman with three children and you of all people should know how often men change. It’s a myth perpetuated by women’s magazines and hopeless romantics.”

  Charlotte sighed and then grinned. “I can’t even get Ron to change the empty toilet paper roll so I guess you have a point.”

  “I plan to stay far away from Caleb Faulkner,” Mika declared, that familiar ache in her heart making her want to curl up and cry. “Nothing good can come from spending any time with him.”

  Charlotte never had a chance to reply as the bell over the diner door chimed announcing a new customer. Caleb and his father Abe stood in the doorway, scanning the crowded restaurant for an empty table.

  Cal looked the same although older. His dark hair was clipped short and she could see just a touch of gray at his temples. His skin was tan but his jaw was still just as square and his face just as handsome. He’d put on muscle in the intervening years, his shoulders wide and imposing although he moved gracefully for a man that large. A memory of the two of them dancing at the senior prom flitted unbidden through her mind and she had to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment as what felt like a knife pierced her chest.

  Well, crap.