Divulging Secrets

By Lynn Burke

Candace Lake's testimony against her father landed her in the Witness Protection program. With a new identity comes a new beginning, one based on lies and loneliness. How can she find someone to share her future with when a relationship without trust at its foundation won’t stand the storms of life?

Tom Berkley didn’t expect his new tenant to make him question his solitary lifestyle in the backwoods of Maine. He also didn’t expect to be caught up in the secrets of her past that bring his own tragic ones to the forefront of his mind.

The sizzling chemistry between them can’t be ignored, but when the threats from Candace's turbulent past catch up with her, can she trust Tom enough to protect her from the price on her head?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773396019

Lynn Burke

USA Today Bestselling author Lynn Burke is a CrossFit and coffee addict. Her three spawn dictate how often she can be found hunched over her Mac, typing as fast as her fickle muse cooks up hot stories.

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Copyright© 2018 Lynn Burke

ISBN: 978-1-77339-601-9

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For the real Tom, Candace, & Archibald Reginald.

DIVULGING SECRETS

Lynn Burke

Copyright © 2018

Chapter One

Lila

I followed the two marshals carrying the four suitcases I’d been allowed to pack. Nothing personal, no documents. No electronics. I had been forced to leave behind Butter, my old tabby that I had gotten for my tenth birthday. The locket my late mother had inscribed with my name and gifted to me on my sweet sixteenth birthday still lay inside its velvet box, left with one last longing, loving gaze, same as I’d done with her in a satin-lined coffin five years earlier.

Boston’s spring air chilled me through as we stepped outside, and I gladly climbed into the dark-windowed sedan, wrapped my sweater tight around me, and allowed myself one last look at the condo Papa had bought for me.

Papa.

My throat thickened, and welling tears blurred my vision. I had unknowingly helped him smuggle millions of dollars’ worth of stolen gems and jewelry to and from overseas.

I had knowingly helped put him behind bars in return for leniency in my own sentencing. But freedom had cost me my life.

Everyone and everything I had known for twenty-five years lay in my past, and a new beginning loomed before me. Where, I had no clue—and I couldn’t bring myself to care. My luxurious condo … gone. My group of friends … gone. The gym I’d been going to for yoga classes since moving to Boston for college … gone. The diploma I had received from Harvard Law School with Lila Scorzoni written on it would never hang on my wall.

I followed the marshals aboard a small, private jet inside a hangar at Boston’s Logan. Settling onto one of the seats, I tipped my head back and shut my eyes.

The knot in my stomach had twisted months earlier when my lawyer suggested testifying against Papa to save my own ass. The nauseating twist had yet to relent, but at least I’d lost those damn freshman twenty I’d picked up over the years spent in college.

The only good thing to come from the fucked-up situation that was my life.

I heaved a sigh and turned my head, opening my eyes as the plane sped down the runway. We lifted into the air, leaving my home behind. Forever.

Drawing easy breaths had proven difficult since finding out Papa wasn’t the successful business man—honest one—I’d always thought. His communications business at the office building downtown worked as a front for his shady dealings. The board of six who had helped to oversee said company, nothing more than a band of thieves.

Witness protection.

My mind chewed on the two words, but I wondered how protected I would be. Four of Papa’s associates were in the slammer, thanks to me, and two who had last been seen overseas—one in Rome, the other in Paris—still wandered free. Two men with the connections and motive to do away with me. Money at their disposal and without doubt, thugs or hitmen on their payroll.

Where could the WITSEC plant me that would be safe from such men?

Nowhere, I feared.

The sun sank out of the windows on my right as Long Island stretched into the dark blue far below on my left.

Drink?

The low voice jolted me back to reality, and I glanced up at Marshal Taft, one of the four men who would know Lila Scorzoni had become a different person. Four people. In the entire world.

Sure. My voice rasped from the countless tears I’d cried in the previous year.

Coke? Sprite?

I sat up a little straighter and pushed my long blonde hair over my shoulder. Got anything stronger?

He grinned, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth, and if I’d been in a different frame of mind and in entirely different circumstances, totally would have hinted my interest.

Bloody Mary? he suggested.

Minus everything but the vodka.

Rocks?

Please.

He returned a few minutes later and sat beside me. Here.

Thanks. I took the tumbler from his hand and attempted a smile.

His hazel-eyed gaze studied my face. I wish I could tell you everything will be all right.

My smile wobbled, and I sipped. The cold liquor slid down my dry throat and landed with a swish in my empty stomach.

I wish I could tell you it’ll be an easy transition.

But, you can’t, I tossed out and sipped again.

No. His large hand covered his knee close to mine. Wide palm, long fingers—he could probably kill with that one hand alone.

Marshal Taft’s confidence intimidated me more than just a little, his character was one that promised danger. He was the type of man men avoided confrontations with. The kind of man women swooned over with his buzz-cut dark hair and those thickly-lashed, piercing eyes.

I turned away and stared out into the darkening, cloudless sky, unmoved. Numb to needs such a man reminded a woman she had.

Do you have any questions about our arrival in D.C.? he asked a short time later.

I shook my head.

A safe spot where I would prepare for my new life. An all-paid, exclusive vacation for one traitorous daughter unlike the countless ones Papa had sent me on, insisting I get away once in a while.

My throat thickened again, and I fought to swallow the vodka I sipped.

Thinking up a new name is like naming a baby, Marshal Knight, the second of the two accompanying me on my flight south, had said while I packed. Eventually, you take on that identity. You become that person.

Lying, I realized.

Play-acting a life that wasn’t your own.

Unable to be myself, the half-Sicilian, half-Irish only child of the man who had considered running for mayor the fall before being found out for the criminal he was.

You’ll have a say where you’ll live, Marshal Taft said, drawing me back to the present.

Old news, but I nodded.

You’ll even be able to choose your name.

I don’t want to change it. I lifted my half-empty glass, nodding once more only to acknowledge I’d heard him.

We’ll check in with you a couple times a week…

I tuned out my babysitter, turning my thoughts to memories of my innocent childhood. Our loving threesome family … Papa, Mommy, and me. We’d stuck together. Done everything as a family, including vacationing a couple times a year. Papa had helped me with my Algebra, Mommy my reading and spelling.

When her second round of breast cancer stole her from us, Papa and I had become even closer. My rock, I’d called him. My reason for living, he’d claim in return.

Tears slid down my cheeks, into the corners of my mouth, and eventually dripped off my chin. I didn’t care that they would ruin my silk blouse. Why

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