Look-Alike Lawman (Love Inspired Series)

Look-Alike Lawman (Love Inspired Series)

by Glynna Kaye

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ISBN-13: 9780373877706
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 09/25/2012
Series: Love Inspired Series
Edition description: Original
Pages: 224
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.50(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Glynna Kaye treasures memories of growing up in small Midwestern towns, and vacations spent with the Texan side of the family. She traces her love of storytelling to family gatherings where they shared hours of what they called “windjammers”—candid, heartwarming, poignant and often humorous tales of their youth and young adulthood. Glynna now lives in Arizona, and when she isn’t writing she’s gardening and enjoying photography and the great outdoors.

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"My daddy was a policeman, too. A bad guy killed him."

Grayson Wallace stared at the boy gazing up at him. The little chin jutted in evident pride, but the dark brown eyes searched his own for understanding. A connection. Acknowledgment. He was only a first-grader, not too much older than the son of Gray's former girlfriend. Way too young to have lost his daddy, let alone lost him to a bad guy.

Gray massaged the shoulder of his own left arm, which was held close to his body in a sling. Hadn't the division captain said, when asking for a volunteer, that visiting a Fort Worth elementary school's career day was cushy duty? He could still hear the good-natured hoots and catcalls of his fellow officers when he'd raised his hand. Couldn't blame them. He didn't have kids of his own. Spent almost every waking moment trying to keep lowlifes off the streets. He wasn't known for coaching T-ball, catching Disney matinees or reading bedtime stories in his spare time like many of the other guys and gals did.

But then, they weren't aware of how close he'd let himself get to Jenna's boy.

No, catering to kids might not be his gift, but hanging out with grade-schoolers for a few hours was better than another day sitting around the office shuffling paperwork as he'd done the past several weeks. This was a perfect task for a cop on limited duty, recovering from a shoulder injury sustained during an undercover assignment.

But now, looking into this child's pain-filled eyes, it sure didn't strike him as cushy.

Grayson crouched in front of the dark-haired boy, aware of other kids crowding close, and uttered the words he instinctively knew the youngster needed to hear. "It takes a lot of courage to be the son of a lawenforcement officer."

The boy blinked back tears and nodded, his eyes reflecting gratitude that Grayson had taken notice of him.

Poor kid.

"What's your name?"

"Cory Lopez, sir."

Sir. Didn't hear that a lot these days, even in the South. Gray held out his hand and clasped the small one offered. Gave it a man-to-man shake. "Good to meet you, Cory. Like your teacher said earlier, I'm Officer Grayson Wallace."

The first-grader took a deep breath. "My dad is Duke Lopez. Did you know him?"

Cory's gaze held steady in confident expectation.

Duke Lopez. Gray remembered the name, although he'd never met him. Lopez hadn't been one of Fort Worth's finest, but on a force in one of the outlying communities. Nevertheless, any time a cop went down in the line of duty, you knew about it. It impacted you. You never forgot.

"No, I didn't know him, Cory." The hope in the boy's eyes dimmed, and Gray almost regretted admitting the truth. "But he was a brave man. I heard how he saved his partner."

The boy took a step closer. "He was a hero."

"Yes, he was."

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a policeman hero, too." Gray flinched inwardly. His mother must love that. "That's a fine thing to aspire to, Cory."

"I'm going to be a firefighter," a dainty African-American girl piped up, easing shyly closer to Gray. Like Cory, her outfit conformed to one of the acceptable variations of the Fort Worth Independent School District's K-8 dress code—a collared navy shirt and khaki pants. The regulations helped keep kids from all walks of life on more even footing starting out and served to discourage gang affiliation and too-provocative clothing.

"A firefighter is a fine thing to be, too."

The girl beamed and nudged a classmate.

"Did a bad guy hurt you, mister?" A blond boy pointed at Gray's sling. Did he dare admit to kids this young that there were not-so-nice people in the world? Then again, in this neighborhood, that was nothing they didn't already know.

And Cory knew it for sure.

"Okay, children." Miss Gilbert clapped her hands to get the attention of the first-graders, her cheerful voice raised over the childish chatter. "Time to clean up."

Gray glanced at the clock. He'd already been at the school several hours, rotating through the elementary classroom along with a fireman, doctor, veterinarian and a marine like his little brother Carter. Each told about what they did and answered eager—and sometimes amusing—questions. But it was now two forty-five on a Friday afternoon. He needed to get going. He had to report back at Division, then pack a few things and head out for a five-hour drive to a western Texas community called Grasslands.

While he'd gone there for the first time only last weekend, he'd delayed that particular trip for weeks. With his injuries to be attended to and post-assignment paperwork and court appearances filling in time until the end of September, he'd had a legitimate excuse for staying away. But truth be known, he'd needed time to digest his little sister Maddie's news—that while he'd been away on the undercover assignment, she'd discovered they had family they hadn't known existed.

She had a twin sister, Violet, and he an identical twin brother. He still wouldn't believe it if he hadn't come face-to-face with Jack Colby only a handful of days ago in a Grasslands church parking lot. The revelation that Sharla Wallace, the only mother he'd ever known, wasn't his and Maddie's birth mother compounded the shock. And he still hadn't gotten his head around the fact that a woman named Belle Colby—Jack and Violet's mother—was his and Mad-die's biological mother, as well.

But Belle was in a coma sustained from injuries when she'd fallen from a horse last summer. Which is why he'd agreed to return to the Colby Ranch this first weekend in October. There were things he and his newfound siblings needed to work through together, decisions to be made. This next trip wasn't one he looked forward to any more than he had the first one.

"Children! I said it's time to clean up."

Gray stood, and the kids eagerly scattered to their workstations. All except Cory, who continued to gaze at him with what could only be described as a reverential look. Not good. Gray motioned to the other kids. "I think you're supposed to get your stuff and catch a bus home or something."

"My mom picks me up."

"Then you'll want to be ready when she gets here."

"She's always late."

They stared at each other in silence. What did the kid want from him? He'd already told him he didn't know his father, but he could feel the boy's pain. His longing. While he hadn't been an orphan himself, he knew what it was like to grow up without a mom. His mother—or at least the woman he had thought was his mother—had died in a car accident when he was not much older than Cory, so he knew the loss of a parent he'd loved.

He knew, too, what it was like to miss his dad. He had no idea where his missionary-doctor father might be. Gray had returned from last month's close-call, determined to strengthen his relationship with his dad. But Brian Wallace had been reported as ill somewhere along the Texas-Mexico border and all efforts to trace him during recent weeks had been unsuccessful. No, Gray's situation wasn't exactly like Cory's, but it nevertheless tugged at his heart. "Can I touch your badge?"

Jerked back to the present, Gray couldn't help but smile at the innocent request. What would it hurt? He squatted again and the boy tentatively reached out a finger to the panther crouched atop the shield. Symbol of Panther City, a nickname for Fort Worth since the late 1800s.

"He looks mean," Cory whispered, stroking the big cat almost as if he could feel the animal's thick, muscled coat under his fingertip.

"He does, doesn't he?"

"Like he could eat bad guys."

Gray drew a sharp breath. It had been two years since Duke Lopez had taken a bullet while drawing a gunman's attention from his fallen partner. Cory would have been, what? Four? How well did he remember his father?

"Cory, your mom is here," Miss Gilbert called from the doorway. "I see her coming down the hall."

Good. The little guy's mother wasn't late after all.

The boy's eyes reflected evident surprise at her on-time arrival, then he gave the panther a final pat. Their gazes met in solemn recognition of a mutual bond that caught Gray off guard.

"It's an honor to meet the son of Duke Lopez."

The boy nodded, then in a flash scampered to his workstation to clean up and gather his things. Gray rose and turned, preparing to give the boy's mother a courteous nod. But his smile froze. Whoa. That was the kid's mother? Since when did moms look like that?

Even in profile as she stood chatting in the doorway with Miss Gilbert, she was a beauty. Dark flashing eyes. Dazzling smile. A warm, flawlessly creamy Hispanic skin tone. Shiny black hair pulled into a demure bun contrasted with the spiky heels, short skirt and a molded-to-her-figure blazer.

Cory hoisted his backpack over his shoulder and raced to the door, breathlessly pointing toward Gray.

"Mom! A policeman! And he knows Daddy is a hero."

She turned startled eyes toward him—and the open, friendly expression evaporated from her striking features. Her lustrous brown eyes locked on his for a long moment before narrowing slightly. She then put a protective arm around her son's shoulders and ushered him from the room.

"But Mom," Cory protested for at least the tenth time since leaving the elementary school. "I wanted you to meet Officer Wallace. He doesn't know Daddy, but he remembers him. He knows he saved his partner. Don't you even care?"

"Of course I care." Elise Lopez attempted to keep her voice even, not wanting Cory to sense how upsetting his growing obsession with policemen had become for her. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she parked her compact car in front of the tiny fourplex they'd called home for the past year and a half. Far from being the most fashionable of the city's districts—it bordered on rough—it was all she could afford right now. Close to school and her job at the clinic.

"Then why didn't you talk to him?"

"Now, Cory, you know I never have time to chat when I pick you up. Billie Jean is expecting you and I've got to get back to work."

His shoulders slumped. "You always have to get back to work."

"I know." Hearing his sigh as they exited the vehicle and headed across the sparsely grassed, hard-packed sand yard, she thrust aside memories of the well-cared-for landscape of their former home. She placed a hand on her young son's shoulder. "But I go to work because te amo. Si?" I love you.

And she did, with every breath she'd taken since she'd first suspected she was pregnant. She'd held him even closer to her heart since his father's murder two summers ago. Duke. Her hero, whom she'd learned not long after his death had more than a bit of tarnish smudging his shining armor.

But there was no point in rehashing that and making herself miserable. It was what it was. She could never have foreseen how his gambling debts would come back to haunt her, draining his life insurance and their savings and leaving her and Cory in dire circumstances that they had yet to dig out of. But Duke had otherwise been a good man. A loving father. A courageous cop.

"Oh, man." Cory's groan startled her as he jerked to a halt and dropped to his knees, frantically searching through his backpack. "Oh, man."

"What's wrong?"

"I left my ball glove at school." The glove his father had given him. He looked up at her, his dark eyes reflecting panic. "We've got to go back and get it, Mom. Someone might steal it."

She looked at her watch, torn. Why did he always do this to her? Forgetting things she'd reminded him about a million times. She'd even warned him that very morning not to take the baseball glove to school, but he'd apparently sneaked it into his pack.

"There's no time. I'll be late getting back to work again."

"Oh, man." But Cory didn't cry or beg as he might have several months ago. Instead, he cut her a dirty look, snatched up his backpack and raced ahead of her into the open door of the fourplex's miniscule entryway.

Her stomach knotted. That baseball glove meant the world to him, but she couldn't go back to hunt it down. Last month a coworker had been let go for being late. Like Elise, she was a single mom juggling the logistics of a full-time job and kids, but chronic tardiness and absenteeism at the clinic hadn't been tolerated for long.

With a glance at the potted pink geranium she'd set on the front step last spring—a pitiful remnant of her former lush gardens—she followed her son into the building, passing the lockboxes where residents received mail. All except her. She had a post-office box elsewhere, ensuring no friends or family members could search for her street address online and learn the truth about the neighborhood where she now resided.

Slowly she climbed the threadbare carpeted steps to their second-story apartment, a sparsely furnished space unlike any she'd ever imagined living in.

Yes, Duke had been a courageous cop. But his surreptitious penchant for playing the ponies had been his—and her—downfall.

Which brought her back to Cory's fascination with policemen—like the well-built, good-looking guy at the school that afternoon. All spit-shined and polished in an official black uniform for his career day appearance, his dark chestnut hair neatly clipped, he exuded that quintessential cop aura. Confident. Authoritative. A bit cocky.

And a proud Texan.

She could see it all there in the flashing seconds when he'd held her gaze. He hadn't even had the courtesy to cloak his appreciative glance as it fleetingly swept over her, his expressive eyes questioning if she returned his interest.

Which she did not.

She'd never again willingly put herself in a position to wait up late at night, anxiously listening for the garage door to signal the safe return of her hero. There would be no more haunting reminders, when embraced in the arms of a body armor-clad man, that the bulletproof vest was there for a reason. No heart-stopping moments when an unidentified police officer was reported as injured on the 5 o'clock news. She'd never again risk the nightmare of two somber officers at the door in the dead of the night, waiting to take her to the hospital. Or endure the heartbreak of not getting there in time to say goodbye.

No, never again. She hoped she'd made that plain enough when she broke visual contact with Cory's Officer Wallace and hurried her son from the building.

"Mom?" His face still a thundercloud as he waited at the apartment door, Cory jerked past her when she let them inside. "How old do you have to be before you can be a policeman?"

The cop thing again. But at least he was speaking to her. "Much older than you are now."

"How old?"

"Depends. Twenty-one, usually." Twenty-one. That's how old Duke had been when he'd moved to Texas where his bilingual fluency and three years of lawenforcement course-work were much sought after.

He hadn't lived but a week beyond twenty-six.

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Look-Alike Lawman 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
On the cover of this very book is Andrew Lincon from the series the walking dead as Rick is standing as a cop in the book. Did anyone else enlarge the cover and notice that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
They dragged the questions on too long. It is getting real annoying not having answers for so many books. OK.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun and worthwhile read
friendship1 More than 1 year ago
A continuation of the first, second and third book. The characters are different in what they do and in temperament. The same questins remain at the end of the book.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyable story it fits well with the rest of the mini-series all though no questions are answered or even generated in this instalment. Elise's charecter arc is the best although it mostly occurs at the end. Good read but not a good stand alone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an ok book i really want to finish the series. but i feel like im getting less and less mystery as the series continues.
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Sexy ad i know it