{"id":33249,"date":"2014-04-15T10:48:58","date_gmt":"2014-04-15T14:48:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/?page_id=33249"},"modified":"2014-05-21T13:13:31","modified_gmt":"2014-05-21T17:13:31","slug":"sneakpeak","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/secrets-and-shadows\/deeper-than-need\/sneakpeak\/","title":{"rendered":"Deeper Than Need"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Overslept.<\/p>\n

Check.<\/p>\n

Stubbed his toe coming out of the shower.<\/p>\n

Check.<\/p>\n

Lost his keys.<\/p>\n

Check.<\/p>\n

Running behind?<\/p>\n

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Some days, once the hits started a man just couldn\u2019t get out of the way fast enough. It was a fact that Noah was well aware of, and normally he would just roll with it. It was better to just roll with those hits, because when he let it get him mad, it only got uglier. He had a vicious temper\u2014 he\u2019d been born with it, but over time he\u2019d gotten a handle on it.<\/p>\n

There were days, though, when he just didn\u2019t want to roll with it. He wanted to reach out, grab the nearest fool causing him problems and just lay into him.<\/p>\n

Like the fool on the phone. The irresponsible, self-centered fool.<\/p>\n

One hand clenched into a fist as Noah fought against the urge to slam it into the hood of his truck as the voice droned on.<\/p>\n

Instead, he stared at the clipboard and tried to breathe past the red rush of rage choking him.<\/p>\n

Calm down. This, too, shall pass.<\/i> He relied on the words his father had told him so many times.<\/p>\n

It had worked, sometimes, coming from the old man.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can see where I\u2019m coming from, right, Preach?\u201d<\/p>\n

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes. \u201cI can\u2019t say that I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, now . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

As another stream of excuses started to come out, Noah bit back the ugly words rising in his throat. He couldn\u2019t go flying off the handle. Trinity Ewing and her cute little hellion were sitting on the porch, eating muffins and drinking juice. Giving in to the temper building inside definitely wouldn\u2019t help matters any.<\/p>\n

Maybe some part of Noah didn\u2019t want to look like an idiot in front of the pretty woman. So instead, he took a deep breath, squeezed the phone so hard he thought he heard plastic crack. And through it all, the bum on the phone continued to ramble on. \u201cTeddy?\u201d Noah said, cutting in. \u201cEnough. You already went through all of this. Just tell me how we\u2019re going to make this job work out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Preach. That\u2019s just the thing. I don\u2019t see how I can. Not for the next few weeks. It was a lot of money Belinda won. A hundred and twenty-five thousand. You ever seen that kind of money?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah blew out a breath. \u201cI can\u2019t say I have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUs neither. So we\u2019re going to Vegas. Getting married.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCongratulations,\u201d Noah said, forcing the word out as the dread continued to rise in his throat. He already knew where Teddy was going with this. He knew it. Please, God. Let me be wrong. \u201cWhen do you leave? Maybe we can adjust the schedule\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you see . . . we\u2019re already at the airport in Lexington. We\u2019re flying out just as soon as we can make it happen. I called my brother, but he don\u2019t feel he can work that job all by himself and he got an offer to help do some flooring on the project they got up at the school, so him and the boys are going to do that instead . . . it\u2019s an easier job, you see. None of them are used to working on a place as old as the Frampton house without me around to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Curling one hand into a fist, Noah resisted the urge to slam his hand onto the hood of the trunk. \u201cTeddy, you agreed to this project weeks ago. Since when do you back out on your word?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell. Normally, I don\u2019t. But I don\u2019t need the work now.\u201d There was a smug tone in his voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll keep that in mind when that hundred thousand is gone. I\u2019ll be looking elsewhere from here on out when I need flooring work done. I guess Caine and his boys will be getting more work coming their way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Teddy could say anything, Noah hung up.<\/p>\n

For a minute, he just stood there, staring at nothing. So far, the highlight of his day had been when he had lain in the bed, the echoes of the dream with Trinity fading from his mind, while he dealt with the heavy ache of the erection brought on by the dream. He\u2019d handled it with good old-fashioned hand service as he showered.<\/p>\n

Then he\u2019d dressed, left the house. That was the problem.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d left the house.<\/p>\n

Everything since then had gone wrong.<\/p>\n

The worst part, though, Trinity was going to catch some of the bad luck that seemed to follow him like a cloud. Slowly, he turned and met her pretty grey eyes. He was already spinning scenarios in his head.<\/p>\n

He had to take another look at the floors. He had to dig out the estimates.<\/p>\n

He had to make some calls.<\/p>\n

He had to go tell her what had happened.<\/p>\n

This was a complete mess.<\/p>\n

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It was a crazy thing that the grim, broody look on Noah Benningfield\u2019s face didn\u2019t fill her with foreboding the way she knew it should.<\/p>\n

He looked just this side of angry, and judging by the temper she could see firing in his eyes, she suspected he was angry. She suspected he kept a lid on it, probably because of Micah and maybe her.<\/p>\n

But wow, Noah wore the grim, broody look well.<\/p>\n

Of course, there really wasn\u2019t anything he didn\u2019t wear well.<\/p>\n

He came striding her way, his long legs eating up the busted pavement in no time. She hadn\u2019t so much as managed to wipe out any of the dirty thoughts flooding her brain as he came to a halt in front of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have some bad news,\u201d he said, blunt and matter-of-fact.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, going by the look on your face during that phone call, I didn\u2019t think you were going to tell me that everything is moving along ahead of schedule and you will be done here in no time,\u201d she said sourly. The banana nut muffin she\u2019d been eating seemed to taste like sawdust now and she put it down, dusting the crumbs from her fingers. Stroking a hand down Micah\u2019s back, she leaned over and kissed him on the temple. \u201cBaby, why don\u2019t you go get busy with your schoolwork?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Mama\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo buts,\u201d she said, giving him a warning look. He actually paid attention, heaving out a heavy little sigh like she\u2019d all but broken his heart. As he passed through the door, she reminded him, \u201cRemember the off-limits rooms, pal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Micah\u2019s face wrinkled with a sulk, but he nodded and let the door slam shut with a bang as Noah dropped down to sit next to her.<\/p>\n

There was a plate of muffins between them and she lifted it up, displaying it in front of Noah. \u201cWant one?\u201d she offered. \u201cI don\u2019t think I\u2019m going to be overly hungry here in a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah\u2019s mouth flattened out. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I . . .\u201d He eyed the muffins and then shook his head and stared off down the sidewalk like the answers were written there on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you tell me what\u2019s wrong so I can stop worrying and just start dealing with the problem?\u201d she suggested.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe guys who were handling the floor repairs were supposed to be out today.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word supposed<\/i> made her belly twist and knot up. Supposed. Yeah, the flooring issues were one of the jobs that just couldn\u2019t be put off, because there were some hazard issues\u2014there was one area, in particular, that really worried her. The pantry just off the kitchen had a spot in the middle of the floor where the floor dipped.<\/p>\n

It was the root of her nightmares about the floors, truth be told. When she\u2019d first moved in, she\u2019d been in there checking things out and it had seemed like the floor had tried to give way under her feet. It was one of the first things down to be repaired, but the crew Noah had found to do the work hadn\u2019t been able to start until this week. It was one of those off-limits rooms, barred off with a bench across the door so Micah wouldn\u2019t accidentally go in there, but the repairs needed to be done.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do I get the feeling you\u2019re going to tell me the floor work isn\u2019t going to get started as planned?\u201d she asked, her skin going tight and hot.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause the fool I hired to do the work was over at Belterra last night with his girlfriend. She won a lot of money. They figured they\u2019d rather go to Vegas and get married. Never mind he had commitments.\u201d Noah continued to sit there, his shoulders tight, lines bracketing his mouth.<\/p>\n

Trinity groaned and dropped her head into her hands. \u201cYou\u2019re kidding me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid not.\u201d He rubbed the back of his neck, frustration in every line of his body. \u201cHe works with his brother and a small crew of men, but Teddy is the one with the most experience in older homes like this. His men don\u2019t feel like they can handle it without him. So they aren\u2019t going to do it since he won\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, she\u2019d wanted to find a way to stop thinking the dirty thoughts. Noah had done her a favor, in a roundabout way. She was still hot, but it was the kind of hot that meant she wanted to explode. Maybe she should start banging her head against the nearby post. It might do something to relieve the scream building inside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid they give us a time frame on when they think they can do the job they hired on for?\u201d she asked, forcing herself to speak the words instead of snarl them.<\/p>\n

\u201cNope. I\u2019m not going to ask for one. I\u2019ve got another crew I\u2019m going to call, and the next time those bozos put in for a job with me I\u2019m going to tell them to take a hike,\u201d Noah said, an odd glitter in his eyes. Then he blew out a breath and looked over at her. \u201cI\u2019m really sorry, Trinity. Teddy hasn\u2019t ever done anything like this. If I\u2019d had any idea . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

He had his hands hanging between his knees, fingers linked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey . . .\u201d Without thinking about it, she reached over and covered his hands with one of hers. The warmth of his skin was a jolt, almost electric in its intensity. She felt the buzz of it rush through her and her breath caught in her lungs.<\/p>\n

Wow.<\/i><\/p>\n

There it was again . . . that odd little click. Her heart started dancing around inside her chest as their gazes locked. She found herself staring into the deep, incredible blue of his eyes. They were the color of the sky just before the sun disappeared below the horizon, a blue so dark they were almost black. Incredible. Hypnotic. For one second, those eyes dipped down, lingered on her mouth.<\/p>\n

Her heart jumped up into her throat and then started to beat about two hundred times a minute. Jerking her gaze away from his, she pulled her hand away. Shrugging awkwardly, she said, \u201cLook, it\u2019s not like you planned on him winning a bunch of money and skipping town, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell. Technically, I think it was his girlfriend,\u201d Noah said, his voice tired. \u201cNo, I wouldn\u2019t have pegged him for doing this kind of thing, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo buts.\u201d She stood up and brushed the crumbs from the muffins off the denim capris she\u2019d pulled on. With a forced, fake smile, she turned to look at him. \u201cI think we have to look at this as an odd situation. It\u2019s not like you can plan for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my job to plan for this sort of thing.\u201d He continued to sit there.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlan for it next time,\u201d she suggested. \u201cLet\u2019s focus on what we need to do to get the floor fixed. I want to use that pantry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seconds ticked by, and then finally he shifted his gaze to hers and he nodded. \u201cLet\u2019s redo the measurements. I don\u2019t have them handy. I need to have them on hand, get some pictures. I\u2019m going to reach out to a friend, see if I can call in a favor or two.\u201d<\/p>\n

A favor or two.<\/p>\n

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A full-on headache was screaming behind his eyes as he finished the measurements in the living room. It was the easier of the two jobs that would need to be done immediately. Other things, like refinishing the floors, could wait, but these two jobs, this repair work in the living room and the problem spot in the pantry, were going to be serious issues if they weren\u2019t addressed. Actually, they were already serious issues and they needed to be taken care of now.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d just have to go about it in the right manner when he talked to Caine Yoder.<\/p>\n

The good news was that Caine had seemed like he wasn\u2019t in one of his total antisocial moods when Noah had seen him the other night.<\/p>\n

Sometimes talking to Caine was like talking to a wall, and if you wanted to get Caine\u2019s men working on a project\u2014 and they were some of the best\u2014you had to deal with Caine. He worked with a group of Amish builders out of Switzerland County. Caine was basically their go-between and handled all the business dealings. He was also a certified pain in the butt, if you wanted Noah\u2019s honest opinion, but the man did have a soft spot for kids.<\/p>\n

Noah would just point out that there was a child living in the Frampton house, one who could get hurt at any point if the repair work wasn\u2019t done in a timely manner.<\/p>\n

Caine would give him a hard time. Noah would listen to it.<\/p>\n

Then they\u2019d go a few more rounds and Caine would set a ridiculous price that Noah would have to fight over. Eventually, they\u2019d come to a workable solution.<\/p>\n

He should have just gone to Caine in the first place. Noah had to be honest, though. He tried to avoid Caine, all because of episodes like last night. The man had a way of seeing right through you. That, combined with how disagreeable the man could be, made him frustrating to work with.<\/p>\n

But he\u2019d get the job done. At this point, that was all Noah cared about.<\/p>\n

Hearing the creak of wood behind him, he glanced up. Trinity stood in the doorway, looking sleek and sexy in a pair of denim capris and black tank top. Noah tried not to focus on those endless legs as she lifted a hand to the doorway, looking around distractedly. Her gaze finally landed on him and she asked, \u201cMicah didn\u2019t come in here, did he?\u201d<\/p>\n

Frowning, Noah pushed back onto his heels and shook his head. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed and brushed her hair back. \u201cHe\u2019s too quiet. He\u2019s never this quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Putting his tools down, Noah rose to his feet. \u201cHe knows to stay out of the areas that are being worked on, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Those are the off-limits spots.\u201d She worried her lower lip, and despite himself, he felt something warm and heavy shift inside him. He wanted to be the one taking that soft, full curve in his mouth. Judging by the way she\u2019d looked at him earlier, she probably wouldn\u2019t even mind. It was a knowledge he really didn\u2019t need to have, but now he couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it.<\/p>\n

How would she feel? How would she taste?<\/p>\n

Focus, Noah. Focus.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, with Micah, that just means I have to watch him twice as closely,\u201d she said, a grimace twisting her face. \u201cBut he\u2019s not in any of the rooms that are being worked on right now. I already checked . . . oh, no.\u201d<\/p>\n

She spun around.<\/p>\n

Noah was already behind her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t go into the pantry, would he?\u201d Noah asked, all thoughts of tasting her dying as fear started to work a cold, nasty thread through his heart. \u201cYou told him to stay out of there, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly at least two or three times a day,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019ve got the bench in front of it. The lock\u2019s busted, or I\u2019d just lock\u2014oh, no.\u201d She paused in the doorway to the kitchen and then lunged forward. Two seconds later, Noah saw why and he tried to grab her, but she was already halfway across the floor.<\/p>\n

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The bench had been pulled away from the pantry door and it was partially open.<\/p>\n

Terror slammed into her as she closed her hand around the doorknob. Then her heart jumped into her throat as she saw Micah under one of the low-lying shelves, studiously coloring in one of his workbooks. The single bare bulb overhead cast a dim, urine-colored light across the room.<\/p>\n

Darting a glance to the sagging area in the middle of the floor, Trinity gingerly edged inside. The boards groaned ominously.<\/p>\n

\u201cMicah, don\u2019t you remember what I said about coming in here?\u201d she asked when he lifted his head, staring at her wide-eyed and startled.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t um me, big guy,\u201d she snapped. Keeping to the very edge of the floor, she knelt down by him and held out a hand. \u201cYou need to get out of here. It\u2019s not safe until Mr. Noah gets the floor fixed. That\u2019s why we keep the bench in front of the door.\u201d<\/p>\n

How had he moved it? Was he part ox?<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I like it in here,\u201d Micah whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. It\u2019s not safe.\u201d She waited until he rolled out from under the shelf and stood up, putting his smaller hand into hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay off the middle of that floor, Trinity.\u201d<\/p>\n

Looking up, she saw the grim look on Noah\u2019s face, and she darted a look toward the space, nodding. Oh, she\u2019d definitely stay out of the middle; he didn\u2019t have to worry about that. Not at all. \u201cWe will. Micah, walk along the wall and take Mr. Noah\u2019s hand, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

She waited there until Micah had done that, and the relief was almost painful once he was off that floor. He tugged his hand from Noah\u2019s as he turned around, staring up at her with big, sad eyes as she started to follow his path along the wall. \u201cAm I in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bet.\u201d<\/p>\n

He heaved out a sigh and looked down at the toes of his sneakers. Then, just as she reached the doorway, he jerked his head up. \u201cMy schoolwork!\u201d<\/p>\n

He lunged away before Noah could stop him, and out of reflex Trinity moved to block him.<\/p>\n

The second her foot touched those boards in the middle, trepidation reached up, grabbed her. She heard the boards crack and instinctively she threw out a hand, shoving Micah back.<\/p>\n

Every nightmare she\u2019d had about that damn house came true. It was like the floorboards just . . . melted. Right under her feet. She fumbled, tried to move. But she was already falling.<\/p>\n

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Noah bit back something ugly as he tried to grab the boy. Micah was about as slippery as a fish. Trinity blocked Micah, and as she looked up her and Noah\u2019s gazes locked. Everything slowed.<\/p>\n

One second she was there, and then she was falling. Noah swiped out a hand to grab her, but it was too late. His fingers brushed against the soft material of her top and that was it. Her scream bounced off the walls and he was already moving, but he wasn\u2019t fast enough. A cellar\u2014there was a cellar down there, his mind noted, filing it away even as panic crashed through him.<\/p>\n

What the\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n

In the back of his mind, he was thinking all sorts of thoughts that had no bearing on the situation\u2014should have boarded the door, should have made Teddy get started in here sooner, should have used Caine\u2019s group\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n

Nonsensical thoughts that made it easier for Noah\u2019s mind to process the real problem.<\/p>\n

That was the fact that Trinity was lying sprawled on her back in a small, dark space that had probably been used as a fruit cellar back when the house was built. Light from the exposed bulb over his head shone down on her as he stared over the edge. \u201cTrinity!\u201d<\/p>\n

She groaned and reached up, touching her head. \u201cMicah?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah shot the boy a look\u2014he was standing there, white-faced, eyes frozen wide. \u201cMama!\u201d<\/p>\n

As Micah tried to dart around him, Noah caught him by the waist. \u201cSorry, pal. You need to stay back until I help your mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut she fell!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMicah!\u201d Trinity\u2019s voice, tight and laced with pain, came from the hole in the floor. \u201cYou sit your butt down and listen to Mr. Noah. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSounds to me like she\u2019s fine,\u201d Noah murmured, nudging the boy out of the way. \u201cGo sit on that bench right there and be quiet a minute, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Once Micah had parked his little tail down, Noah focused back on Trinity.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrinity.\u201d His voice sounded firm and level, a fact that surprised him to no end, because he was terrified. \u201cAre you hurt anywhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

She grimaced. \u201cI don\u2019t know. Micah\u2019s fine?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe is.\u201d Noah shot the boy another look and then glanced around, trying to figure out how in the hell to get her out of there. If he went down he could lift her up, but not if she was hurt.<\/p>\n

She went to sit up.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrinity, damn it, don\u2019t go moving yet,\u201d he said. \u201cWe need to know if you\u2019re hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not. Well, my head a little but . . .\u201d She groaned again and sat up, ignoring him when he told her again not to move. She reached up, touching the back of her head. \u201cYou cussed. Preachers don\u2019t cuss.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah didn\u2019t bother asking where she\u2019d heard that\u2014it was Madison; she probably knew what size shoes he wore. \u201cI\u2019m not a preacher anymore, Trinity. Be still for me, okay? Are you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d Her voice was grouchy and she sighed. \u201cI\u2019m pissed off. There\u2019s a hole<\/i> in my floor<\/i>, Noah. A hole. Why in the hell is there a hole in my floor?\u201d<\/p>\n

She went to go to her knees.<\/p>\n

The bottom of his stomach dropped away as she froze and went white\u2014white as death itself.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrinity?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice broke.<\/p>\n

Following her gaze, he found himself staring.<\/p>\n

It took his mind a minute to process it\u2014another to adjust. All the while, in the back of his mind, he heard the echo of a familiar voice . . . just a ghost by now, but one that had haunted him for a long, long time.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrinity. You\u2019re sure you\u2019re not hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNuh . . . no, no.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cThen move back, now,\u201d he said, his voice taut. Pulling the flashlight from his belt, he peered into the dark maw, still staring at what Trinity had seen. \u201cI\u2019m coming down. I\u2019ll boost you out and you can get my ladder.\u201d<\/p>\n

Trinity was whimpering by the time he got down there, carefully, unwilling to take his eyes off the gruesome discovery.<\/p>\n

He touched her shoulder and she hurled herself at him, burying her face against his neck.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t blame her. He didn\u2019t want to look, either. But he couldn\u2019t look away.<\/p>\n

Nothing could make him look away from the odd, almost mannequin-like display stretched out on the dirt floor. It\u2019s not real, some part of him thought. It couldn\u2019t be real.<\/p>\n

Parts of it were nothing but bone. That wasn\u2019t the worst. The worst were the almost flesh-looking parts, bits that looked a strange grayish white.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me that isn\u2019t a person,\u201d Trinity said, her voice low and soft. \u201cPlease tell me it isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah wished, more than anything, that he could do that. Instead, he just cupped his hand over the nape of Trinity\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n

In the back of his mind, he heard the words: Noah, just trust me. . . .<\/i><\/p>\n

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Deeper than Need, Book 1 in the Secrets & Shadows Series, coming out from Shiloh Walker<\/i><\/p>\n

Releasing June 3, 2014<\/i><\/p>\n

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