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Authors: Lisa Childs

Baby Breakout

For three years he didn’t know he had a daughter...

Jedidiah Kleyn had been convicted because Erica Towsley hadn’t come forward. So the night he escaped from prison, it was with one thing in mind—find Erica and make her clear his name. But the moment he laid eyes on the angelic beauty, his hatred was overwhelmed by the ferocity of his still-burning desire. And then he saw the child—his child.

He’d thought that proving his innocence was all that mattered. But whoever had framed him was now targeting Erica and his little girl. And as the woman he’d blamed and the child he’d never known laid claim to his heart, Jed would risk anything to protect them. Because now there was nothing more important than his family…not his freedom, not even his life.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“I can’t just leave you...” he said.

“Why not?” she asked. “You didn’t come here to protect me. You came here to force me to provide you with an alibi. I can’t do that. I can’t perjure myself and swear you never left me that night.”

“I didn’t want you to perjure yourself,” he said. “I wanted you to tell the truth.”

“I have,” she said.

He wished he could be certain that he believed her.

“So why are you still here?” she asked.

He gestured toward her bedroom, to where their daughter lay sleeping. He couldn’t put into words what he already felt for his daughter—the protectiveness, the affection, the devotion....

“Until a few hours ago you didn’t even know she existed,” she reminded him.

“Whose fault was that?” he asked, the question slipping out with his bitterness.

Lisa Childs

Baby Breakout

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Bestselling, award-winning author Lisa Childs writes paranormal and contemporary romance for Harlequin Books. She lives on thirty acres in west Michigan with her husband, two daughters, a talkative Siamese and a long-haired Chihuahua who thinks she’s a rottweiler. Lisa loves hearing from readers, who can contact her through her website, www.lisachilds.com, or snail mail address, P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS

Jedidiah “Jed” Kleyn—
Convicted of murders he didn’t commit, the former war hero escapes prison to prove his innocence and find the woman who could have cleared his name.

Erica Towsley—
She doesn’t remember enough of the night of the murders to provide Jed the alibi he thinks she can, but she has proof they were together.

Isobel Towsley—
The toddler doesn’t know who her father is, but Jed does the moment he first sees the child, who is the spitting image of his sister.

Macy Kleyn—
She hasn’t given up on proving her brother’s innocence even though her fiancé is determined to put Jed back behind bars until that can be done.

Warden Jefferson James—
The jailed former jailor puts out a hit on Jed so that the convict can’t testify against him.

Marcus Leighton—
Instead of representing him, Jed’s lawyer might have helped frame him.

Brandon Henderson—
The murder victim embezzled money from Jed’s clients, and that money has never been found.

To my babies, who are now amazing young women.
Ashley and Chloe, I am so proud and blessed to be your mother. There is nothing the two of you can’t accomplish
with your intelligence and determination.

Prologue

 

The high-pitched
beep of a breaking-news bulletin drew Erica Towsley’s attention to the television screen. “During a prison riot tonight at Blackwoods Penitentiary in northern Michigan, cop killer Jedidiah Kleyn was among several prisoners to escape.”

Jedidiah Kleyn.

Legs shaking, Erica dropped onto the edge of her sofa. She grabbed a pillow and clasped it against her chest as she struggled to breathe.

No. No. No. Not Jedidiah…

The report continued, “He is considered extremely dangerous.”

Goose bumps lifted on her skin.
Dangerous
was an understatement for Jedidiah Kleyn’s capacity for violence. Images flitted through her mind, as she recalled the graphic photographs she had been shown of the scene of the horrific crimes Jedidiah had been convicted of committing.

“If anyone believes they have seen this man or any of the other escaped…”

Ears buzzing with her pounding pulse, Erica could catch only snatches of what the serious-faced anchorwoman said.

“…contact authorities immediately. Do not approach these men…”

What if one of these men approached her? Would she have time to contact authorities before he killed her?

Chapter One

 

“Jed, let me bring you in,”
DEA agent Rowe Cusack’s voice crackled in the beat-up pay-phone receiver.

Because everyone had cell phones nowadays, Jed had been lucky to find a pay phone, let alone one that was still working. But then this small mid-Michigan town was a throwback to about fifty years ago. With bright-colored awnings on its storefronts that faced out onto cobblestone streets, Miller’s Valley might as well have been called Mayberry.

“You’re not safe out there,” Rowe continued.

Even at night, with the antique street lamps barely burning holes into the darkness, it was hard to imagine any danger here. Despite the cold and blowing snow, in any other city, people would have still been out—selling or buying things or services that shouldn’t be commodities. Jedidiah Kleyn would like to believe that there was actually a place where no crime happened, where no evil existed, but he’d learned the hard way that nothing and nobody were ever as innocent as they might appear. And at times, some things and some people weren’t as guilty, either.

“Is that because I’m a cop killer?” Jed asked quietly with a quick glance around him to make sure nobody overheard. But the cobblestone street was really deserted. No one lurked in the shadows here, as they had at Blackwoods.

This town, on the outskirts of Grand Rapids, Michigan, was so rural that everyone was early to bed, early to rise. So hopefully no one, inside their little houses behind their picket fences, was awake yet to notice the stranger in the borrowed dark wool jacket with the knit cap pulled low over his face, walking the snow-dusted streets of their town.

“You’re not a killer.” The certainty in the lawman’s voice eased some of Jed’s anxiety.

“That’s not what a jury of my peers and a judge decided three years ago.” He had been convicted of killing his business partner and a police officer who must have happened upon the murder.

“I’ve been going through the case file and the court transcripts,” the agent said.

For the past three years he’d wanted to get his hands on those files, but his lawyer hadn’t been able to get the records past the guards at Blackwoods Penitentiary. The maximum security prison had had no law library, no way for prisoners to learn about their legal rights.

The warden hadn’t cared that even convicted killers had the right to aid in their own appeals. Jefferson James hadn’t been just the prison warden. He’d been the judge, at least the appeals court judge, the jury and, more often than not, the executioner.

But Jed was no longer in any danger from Warden James. The warden was the one behind bars now. So Jed focused on what was truly important—on what had kept him going for the past three years.

“Did you find anything that will prove I was framed?”

And who the hell had done it?

A sigh rattled the already crackling connection. “Not yet. But I will.”

Jed appreciated the agent’s support but there was only so much the man could do. “You don’t even know where to start.”

“You do,” Rowe surmised. “That’s why you broke out of prison.”

“The prison broke,” Jed reminded him. From the gunfire and explosions, the brick, mortar and wood structure had nearly imploded. “It was more dangerous to stay than to leave.”

“Not now. It’s too dangerous for you on the outside,” the DEA agent insisted, his voice deep with a life-and-death urgency. “You need to let me handle this.”

Over the past three years, Jed had learned that his black-and-white code of integrity was something few people followed. Most people, even law-enforcement officers, lived life with shades of gray. Some darker shades than others.

“Is there a shoot-on-sight order out on me?”

Rowe’s silence confirmed Jed’s suspicion.

The prison guard who had stepped aside and let him escape the burning ruins of Blackwoods had warned him that his life would be more at risk on the outside. That there were lawmen who took it very personally when one of their own was killed. Cop killers rarely survived in jail or on the outside.

“Then it’s not safe for me to go back into custody, either,” Jed pointed out. “No doubt I’d wind up having a fatal
accident
.”


I
will bring you in,” the DEA agent said. “And I’ll vouch for your innocence.”

A smile tugged at Jed’s lips. “Do you really think anyone is going to take your word that I’m innocent just because your girlfriend says so?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Jed’s breath left his lungs in a whoosh of surprise. He had only seen Rowe Cusack once since helping the agent survive his undercover assignment at Blackwoods Penitentiary, but during that brief meeting in the midst of the riot, he had been able to tell that the guy had fallen hard for Jed’s younger sister. “Is Macy all right?”

Because if Rowe had hurt her, the DEA agent would be seeing Jed again—but not to bring him back to prison.

“She’s my fiancée now,” Rowe said.

“You proposed?” The guy had fallen
really
hard.

“She’s everything you told me she was,” Rowe said, his voice gruff with emotion, “and so much more. I would have been a fool if I let her get away.”

Jed had been a fool like that once. He’d fallen hard but had let the woman get away. In the end, it had cost him his freedom. And given that shoot-on-sight order, it could wind up costing him his life, too.

“I hope she wasn’t a fool to accept,” Jed said. As he’d learned, people weren’t always what you thought they were or what your heart wanted them to be.

“Your sister is no fool,” Rowe said, defending her, his voice sharp with anger now.

“No,” Jed agreed. Macy was the only one who had believed in his innocence…until the DEA agent. But Jed suspected that Rowe just believed in Macy, which was fine with him. His younger sister deserved to have someone who supported her and who obviously loved her. “Congratulations.”

“If I had my way, she would already be my wife,” Rowe admitted, “but she won’t set a date for our wedding until your name is cleared.”

Jed choked on a laugh. “So Macy’s given you some incentive to help me.”

“You gave me the incentive—when you saved my life,” Rowe reminded him. “Twice.”

“I didn’t do that to give you incentive,” Jed said. “I did it because it was the right thing to do.” And because he could never have lived with himself had he let an innocent man be murdered.

“I know,” Rowe said. “That’s why I believe you. That’s why I want you to do the right thing now. Tell me where you are, so I can bring you in.”

Jed blew out a breath that steamed up the cracked Plexiglas of the old pay-phone booth. He’d already talked to the agent too long, just hopefully not long enough for the man to have tracked Jed’s location. “Tell my sister I love her.”

“If you love her, you would—”

“Stay alive. That’s what Mace wants most of all,” Jed said with absolute certainty, “my safety.” Macy would have broken him out of prison herself if he’d agreed to go along with her plan. But he hadn’t wanted her to risk her freedom for his. And for years he had believed that justice would prevail and his innocence would be proven—the real killer finally caught.

He wasn’t that idealistic and naïve anymore. He knew that he was the only one who could prove his innocence. “I won’t be safe until I have irrefutable proof that I killed no one.”

Yet
. Because he couldn’t trust the justice system to work, he might have to take his own justice.

“Jed, you have to come back, or it won’t matter if you clear your name,” Rowe said, trying to reason with him.

But no one really understood that
nothing
mattered to Jed but clearing his name. Not even his own life…

“I’ll keep in touch, Rowe.”

Jed hung up, hopefully before Rowe had had time to trace his call. The DEA agent would excuse his interference as help. But Jed didn’t need anyone’s help. He had broken out of prison because there were certain things—certain
people
—only
he
could handle.

Erica Towsley was one of those people. He wadded up the page he had ripped from the dangling phone book and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. He had found her. For over three years he’d had his lawyer looking for her to no avail. In the three days since he had escaped from Blackwoods Penitentiary, Jed had tracked down his alibi.

He stepped out of the booth and sucked in a breath as the wind picked up, whipping icy chunks of snow at him. But then he thought of
her,
and his blood heated. Oblivious to the freak late-spring snowstorm, he trudged along the deserted street deeper into the heart of the small town. The businesses were closed, the storefronts dark. But above a few of those businesses, lights glowed in some of the apartments on the second and third stories.

Behind the blinds at one of those windows, a shadow moved. He couldn’t see any more than a dark, curvy silhouette, but his pulse quickened and his breath shortened.

He knew it was her.

* * *

 

E
RICA
SHIVERED
BUT
NOT
because of the cold air seeping through the worn frames of the front windows. She shivered at what she saw as she gazed through the slats of the blinds.

Despite it being spring for a few weeks now, winter had snuck back into Miller’s Valley in the form of a blizzard. But the return of winter wasn’t what chilled her blood even with the snow blowing outside, nearly obscuring the street below the third-floor apartment. Nearly.

Erica still caught a glimpse of someone standing on the sidewalk across the street. He was just a tall, broad-shouldered shadow. But she could feel his gaze as he stared up at her window. And it chilled her far more than the cold air.

“There is no way that he found you,” she whispered, reassuring herself again, like she had been doing since that special report three nights ago. Nothing was in her name. Not the business. Not the building. Not even the car she drove. “It’s safe here.”

But despite all of her assurances, those doubts niggled at her, jangling her already frazzled nerves. That was why she was up so late, because every creak and clunk of the old building had her pulse jumping and heart racing.

Even though her eyes were gritty and lids heavy, sleep eluded her. So she paced and kept watch, making sure those creaks and clunks were nothing but weather testing the structure of the old building.

But what about the shadow watching her window? She stepped closer but caught no glimpse of him now. Had there really been someone there, or had her overwrought nerves conjured up the image? She studied the street for several more moments, but the wind picked up, swirling the snow around and obliterating whatever footprints might have been on the street or sidewalk.

The snowstorm was late in the spring even for Michigan’s unpredictable April weather. The temperatures had dropped, and rain had turned to sleet and then snow. No one would be out walking in such a storm.

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