His Little Girl

Liz Fielding

Daddy on the run!When John Gannon turned up on her brother-in-law's doorstep one cold, stormy night there was nothing Dora could do but let him in. It wasn't so much his devastating charm and slow, sexy smile that convinced her she should help a man clearly on the run, but the adorable little girl in his arms.But, even though Gannon was long on charm and short on explanation, Dora believed his story enough to help him. It was obvious that whatever else Gannon was, he was a devoted father, and would do anything to keep little Sophie safe. Too bad the only thing keeping Dora safe from Gannon was his misconception that she was Richard's wife.

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“Just how many laws have you broken?”

“I wasn’t counting. Let’s see. There’s removing a child from a refugee camp without permission. Then there is the small detail of smuggling her across more international borders than I can at this moment recall....”

“Is that it?”

“Apart from breaking and entering, of course. But you already know about that one. Will you press charges, Dora?”

“Don’t get smart with me, Gannon. I’m already an accessory after the fact in that one. I meant serious stuff. If I’m going to ask friends for favors, I need to know that you’re not...” A crook. Using Sophie as a shield. Using me. “Well, I don’t know a whole lot about you,” she finished, somewhat lamely.

“I just wanted to get my daughter to safety, Dora. Bring her home.”

“But if she’s your daughter, Gannon, why didn’t you just go through the proper channels?”

“Have you any idea how long it would have taken? I was desperate. It was that or leave her there while the wheels of bureaucracy ground ever so slowly.” Despite the pain and weariness his look was suddenly razor sharp. “You wouldn’t have left her in there, would you, Dora?”

Born and raised in Berkshire, Liz Fielding started writing at the age of twelve when she won a hymn-writing competition at her convent school. After a gap of more years than she is prepared to admit to, during which she worked as a secretary in Africa and the Middle East, got married and had two children, she was finally able to realize her ambition and turn to full-time writing in 1992.

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His Little Girl

Liz Fielding

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CHAPTER ONE

SOMETHING woke Dora. One minute she was sleeping, the next wide awake, her ears straining through all the familiar night noises of the countryside for the out-of-place sound that had woken her.

She had fled to the country for peace, but after the constant traffic noise of London she’d found the quiet almost eerie the first night she’d stayed alone at Richard and Poppy’s cottage. Soon, though, her ears had adjusted to the different sounds of the countryside, and she’d realised that what had at first seemed like silence was subverted by all manner of small noises.

Now she lay quite still, listening to the familiar night time orchestra. The gentle gurgling of the small river less than a hundred yards from the door of the cottage as it swirled through the reeds; the slow trickle of rain along the guttering; the sombre