Delilah's Weakness

An Updated Edition of the Loveswept Classic

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Copyright ©2013 by Kathleen Creighton
Published in the United States by Blue Jay Media Group
ebook ISBN–13: 978–1–936724–34–5

Copyright ©1986 by Kathleen Creighton
ISBN–13: 978–0553217551

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Updated Loveswept Classics

WINTER’S DAUGHTER
Rita Winner, Best Short Contemporary Novel

THE SORCERER’S KEEPER

KATIE’S HERO

STILL WATERS
RITA Winner, Best Short Contemporary Romance

DELILAH'S WEAKNESS

THE MYSTERIOUS GIFT (A Novella)

PRINCE & THE PATRIOT

Novels for Silhouette

SHERIFF’S RUNAWAY WITNESS
MEMORY OF MURDER
KINCAID’S DANGEROUS GAME
LADY KILLER
DAREDEVIL’S RUN
DANGER SIGNALS
LAZLO’S LAST STAND
—Mission Impassioned Continuity Series
THE REBEL KING
—Capturing The Crown Continuity Series
THE SHERIFF OF HEARTBREAK COUNTY
SECRET AGENT SAM
UNDERCOVER MISTRESS
AN ORDER OF PROTECTION
THE TOP GUN’S RETURN
SHOOTING STARR
THE BLACK SHEEP’S BABY
VIRGIN SEDUCTION
THE SEDUCTION OF GOODY TWO–SHOES
THE AWAKENING OF DR. BROWN
THE COWBOY’S HIDDEN AGENDA
EVE’S WEDDING KNIGHT
ONE SUMMERS KNIGHT
ONE MORE KNIGHT
ONE CHRISTMAS KNIGHT
NEVER TRUST A LADY
MAN OF STEEL
ONE GOOD MAN
EYEWITNESS
A WANTED MAN
WOLF AND THE ANGEL
IN FROM THE COLD
THE HEARTMENDER
LOVE AND OTHER SURPRISES
TIGER DAWN
ROGUE’S VALLEY
IN DEFENSE OF LOVE
GYPSY DANCER
DOUBLE DEALINGS
DEMON LOVER

Harlequin Novels
, (Writing as Kathleen Carrol)

ANGEL’S WALK

For Winnie, my mother, who knows all about sheep, and the different ways to say “I love you.”

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"M
ayday… Mayday, dammit!
Mayday!"

Luke MacGregor snarled the distress call into his radio for the umpteenth time. He punched some buttons, then hung up in disgust. Picking up the satellite phone, he tucked it between his ear and shoulder and put both hands on the controls of the single engine plane. He swore again under his breath as he felt the erratic vibration of the engine.

"Pete," he shouted into the phone, "you still there?"

"Yeah. How are you doing?" The loud but calm voice gave no indication of the tension Luke knew Pete, his foreman and longtime friend, must be feeling, far away in Mammoth with no power at all to help him out of this mess.

"Still flying," Luke said. "Just barely. Listen, I’m going to have to try to put her down. There’s just no way I’m going to get enough altitude to make it over to Monache."

"What about Bishop?"

"I’m not even sure what direction Bishop is. My instruments are out. I could fly straight into the side of a mountain. Hey, listen, I’ve been circling a farm of some kind. Looks like a pretty good–sized pasture down there from what I can see through these clouds. I’m going to try to get under them and take a closer look."

"Can’t you at least find a road?"

"The roads all look like snakes from up here. And roads are apt to have fences. Barbed wire fences. Okay, I’m going down… Uh–oh."

"What is it?"

"That pasture—it looks like it’s full of rocks. Maybe I’ll have to take my chances with the barbed wire after all. No, wait. The blasted rocks are
moving."

There was a patient silence on the line. The controls in Luke’s hands were jerking violently now, and for a few minutes he was too busy to talk.

"Mac," Pete said tensely, "are you still there?"

Luke gave a dry, mirthless chuckle. "Yeah, I’m still here. Listen, I’m going to put this baby down in that pasture. Do a couple things for me, will you?"

"Sure thing, buddy." The hoarseness of suppressed emotion came across the airwaves and crackled against Luke’s eardrum. He felt one electrifying shiver of fear and then went cold and calm.

"Tell Glenna I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the wedding. I’ll make it up to her somehow. Okay?"

"Gotcha. What else?"

A grim smile curved Luke’s mouth as his hand closed around the phone, ready to return it to its clip. "You might take a look at the insurance policy on this bucket. See if we’re covered for sheep."

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Sheep?"

"So long, Pete. Wish me luck. I’ll be in touch."

He hung up the phone and took the controls in both hands once again, wiggling his gloved fingers and shifting his shoulders as he drew one long, deep breath. "Okay." he said softly on its exhalation. "Move over, lamb chops. I’m comin’ down!"

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Delilah Beaumont was under the tarpaulin that protected her haystack from rain and snow, trying with wire cutters and clumsy gloved hands to find the twine that bound a bale of hay. In spite of the light dusting of snowflakes that was falling, she was hot, and sweat kept trickling down inside the collar of her nylon windbreaker, mixing with the leaves of alfalfa hay. She
itched
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