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An FBI agent must protect his ex and her newborn baby in the latest saga by USA TODAY bestselling author Delores Fossen
FBI agent Drury Ryland is no stranger to surprises. But upon returning to his family’s cattle ranch in Texas, he’s confronted with the ghosts of his past…and a threat to his future. Caitlyn Denson is the beautiful woman who broke his heart and the last person Drury expected to reunite with. But his ex didn’t arrive at Silver Creek Ranch alone.
With a killer on her trail and a newborn daughter in her arms, Caitlyn must put aside her tumultuous history with Drury and focus on survival. Drury feels obligated to protect the family he never had, but professional boundaries begin to blur as their enemy shifts into stark focus.
The Lawmen of Silver Creek Ranch
“I can still hear the gunshots,” she said.
Yeah, so could he. He didn’t want to tell her that she would hear them for the rest of her life. But she would. So would he. And he would remember that look of terror on her face.
There wasn’t really a way to comfort her right now so Drury just slipped his arm around her and hoped that helped. It seemed to do that. For a couple of long moments anyway. Until she lifted her head, and her eyes met his.
Any chance of comforting her vanished. A lot of things vanished. Like common sense, because just like that, Drury felt the old attraction.
“I don’t know how to stop this,” she said. Her voice was a whisper, filled with her thin breath.
She wasn’t talking about the danger now.
It would have been safer if she had been.
Before he could talk himself out of it or remember this was something he shouldn’t be doing, Drury lowered his head and kissed her.
Drury
Delores Fossen
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received a Booksellers’ Best Award and an RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her website at www.deloresfossen.com.
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Title Page
About the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Extract
Copyright
Chapter One
Special Agent Drury Ryland pulled into his driveway, his truck headlights slashing through the curtain of rain. Rain that nearly caused him to miss the movement behind his detached garage.
Nearly.
But Drury managed to catch a glimpse of someone darting out of sight.
He groaned because it wasn’t exactly the hour or the weather for a visitor. Or the place. He was home, in one of the nearly dozen houses on the sprawling Silver Creek Ranch, and all those houses were occupied by lawmen. Anyone who’d come here to break in was a couple of steps past being stupid.
Of course, it might not be a break-in.
Because Drury’s arm was still throbbing from the six stitches he had just gotten, he had no trouble recalling the encounter he’d had three hours earlier. A thug had knifed him during an FBI sting operation. Drury had managed to arrest him, but the guy had sworn on his soul that he would get even with Drury. No way could the soul-swearing guy have gotten out of jail yet, but he could have sent one of his buddies to do his dirty work.
Drury brought his truck to a stop, eased his hand over his gun and tried to pick through the darkness and rain so he could get another glimpse of the guy. Nothing. But Drury knew he was there.
“I’m Agent Drury Ryland,” he shouted. “Come out so I can see you.”
The guy didn’t. And not only didn’t he come out, he fired a shot. Before Drury could even react, the bullet slammed into his windshield.
The next two shots went straight into his truck’s engine. One must have hit the radiator because steam started spewing into the air.
Drury cursed. There went his way to escape. If he wanted to escape, that is. He didn’t. He wanted to confront this moron and make him pay for starting a gunfight on Ryland land.
Since the sound of the shots would no doubt alert his cousins and brothers, Drury sent a quick text to one of those cousins, Sheriff Grayson Ryland, and requested backup. However, Drury was hoping he could put an end to the situation before backup even arrived.
Drury threw open his truck door, and using it for cover, he took aim at the shadowy figure that kept peering around the garage. He couldn’t just start pulling the trigger, though. It had to be a clean shot because Drury didn’t want it to ricochet and risk hitting a ranch hand or someone inside one of the nearby houses.
The shooter obviously didn’t have that concern because he fired off another round at Drury. Big mistake. Because he had to lean out from the garage, and Drury took the shot.
And hit the guy.
Not a kill shot, though. He must have hit him in the shoulder because the gunman took off running. A few seconds later, Drury heard the sound of an engine.
No.
He didn’t want this clown getting away. Drury had to find out why the heck he’d just tried to kill him.
A dark-colored SUV sped out from behind the garage. Not coming toward Drury. But rather the driver went on the other side of the house, through the yard and onto the road. Since there weren’t any houses at this angle, Drury emptied the clip into the SUV.
Drury was certain he hit the guy again, but he kept going, speeding away from the house. He was about to jump in his truck and try to go in pursuit, but then Drury saw Grayson’s cruiser approaching. Grayson was not only the sheriff of Silver Creek, but he lived the closest and that’s why Drury had texted him.
When Grayson reached Drury, he put down the window, and Drury saw he wasn’t alone. Grayson’s brother Mason was with him.
“Any idea who’s in that SUV?” Grayson asked.
Drury had to shake his head, but he lifted his arm to show them the fresh bandage. “Maybe a friend of the person who gave me this.”
“We’ll go after him,” Grayson said. “Keep watch. Make sure he doesn’t double back.”
Since Drury’s place was the first house on the road that led to the ranch, that wouldn’t be hard to do.
When Grayson drove off in pursuit, Drury had a look around the grounds. He didn’t see anyone else, though. And if his attacker had left any blood by the garage, the rain was washing it all away. That made it even more critical for Grayson to find him so Drury could get some answers.
He went to his back porch and cursed when he found the door unlocked. It was possible he’d just forgotten to lock it. Just as possible, though, that someone had broken in.
Especially after what’d just happened.
Drury got his gun ready and kicked open the door that led into his kitchen.
“Don’t shoot,” someone said.
A woman.
Because she’d whispered that order, Drury didn’t immediately recognize her voice, but he certainly knew who she was when she stepped closer.
Caitlyn Denson.
The kitchen was dark, but there was enough illumination coming from the hall light that he had no trouble seeing her long brown hair and her face.
And the blood trickling down her forehead.
Drury didn’t know what shocked him the most. The blood or that she was even there at all. They weren’t exactly on friendly terms and hadn’t been in a long time.
He had so many questions, and he wasn’t sure where to start. But his lawman’s instincts kicked in, and he checked her hands for weapons. Empty. And the pale yellow dress she was wearing was wet and clinging to her, so he knew she wasn’t carrying concealed.
Still, he didn’t lower his gun. He kept it aimed at her. And he maneuvered himself so he could watch out the large bay window in the living room while still keeping an eye on Caitlyn.
“I heard you’d built a house here on your cousins’ ranch, and your name is on the mailbox. I parked behind your barn,” she said, as if that explained everything.
It didn’t, not by a long shot.
“Did you have anything to do with that?” Drury tipped his head to the side yard where the shots had just been fired.
Caitlyn’s eyes widened for just a second, and a thin breath left her mouth. “I think he was here because he’s looking for me. I swear, I didn’t know he’d follow me.”
Well, it was an answer all right. But it only led to more questions. “You’re going to have to give me a better explanation than that. And start with how you got that cut or whatever the hell it is.” He grabbed some paper towels with his left hand and gave them to her.
She nodded and pressed the towels to her head. “I didn’t break in, by the way. The door was unlocked, but you should know that I would have broken in if necessary. I needed a place to hide.” She staggered, caught the back of the chair.
Drury cursed and went to her, holstering his gun so he could help her get seated and have a look at the wound that was causing her to bleed all over his kitchen floor. His stomach knotted when he saw the wound close-up.
“Did someone club you on the head?” he asked.
Caitlyn nodded, lightly touched the wound and grimaced when she saw the blood on her fingertips. “I’m not certain who did it. I didn’t get a look at his face. But it could have been the same man who shot at you.”
And if so, the thug had come to finish what he’d started, and Drury had gotten caught in the middle. Caught only because she’d come here. But why?
“You’re sure you don’t know who he is?” Drury pressed.
Even though he didn’t spell it out, she obviously got what he meant. Was this connected to her late husband, Grant Denson? Grant had been dead for nearly two years now, but he’d been involved in some nasty illegal stuff when he was alive that might now have come back to haunt Caitlyn.
Of course, when you sleep with snakes, you should expect to get bitten.
Was that what had happened now?
“I honestly don’t know the man’s name,” she explained. “But I know why he’s after me.” Her voice broke, and a hoarse sob tore from her mouth. “God, Drury, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and I didn’t think he’d come here.”
All right. That got his interest. Because she had a mother-in-law, Helen, who was loaded, not just money-wise but with all sorts of resources, including but not limited to thugs who could take care of the person who’d clubbed Caitlyn on the head.
“Start from the beginning,” he demanded.
Caitlyn didn’t exactly jump to do that, but she did nod again and then took a couple of seconds to gather her breath. “The year before Grant was killed, we were trying to have a baby, and we went to the Conceptions Fertility Clinic in San Antonio.”
Everything inside him went still. He was well aware of the clinic because of the shady things that’d happened there just a month earlier. Specifically, embryos had been stolen and implanted in surrogates so that the former clinic manager could then “sell” the babies to the biological parents.
Ransom, extortion and black-market babies all rolled into one. Nasty business.
“All the babies were recovered and given to their parents,” Drury reminded her.
Caitlyn paused a heartbeat. “Not all.”
“Are you saying...?” But he stopped. “What the hell are you saying?”
“Day before yesterday I got a call from a man who said a surrogate had given birth to mine and Grant’s daughter and that if I wanted the child, then I’d have to pay him a million dollars. He sent me a swab with the baby’s DNA, and I had it analyzed. The man was telling the truth.”
DNA could be faked. So could test results.
“And?” Drury questioned. “How did you get Grant’s DNA to do a comparison?”
“From a comb I found in his things that I’d boxed up.”
Drury made a circling motion for her to continue.
“I arranged payment, draining nearly every penny from Grant’s estate, but when I went to get the baby, she wasn’t there. Instead, the man demanded even more money.”
Drury groaned. “Let me guess. They told you not to go to the cops or that you’d never see her again?” He waited for her to confirm that with a nod. “That’s what criminals tell marks like you. Hell, they might not even have the baby. Or there might not be a baby at all. Even if the DNA appears to prove it’s your child, they could have gotten the DNA from an embryo sample stored at the clinic.”
Other than a soft moan, she didn’t get a chance to respond because Drury’s phone rang. “It’s Grayson,” he said, glancing at the screen.
That got her back on her feet, and Caitlyn shook her head. “Please don’t tell him I’m here. Not yet. I’m not sure who I can trust.”
“Well, you can’t trust me,” he snapped.
But that was a lie. He was a lawman and would do whatever it took to protect her or any other bleeding woman who showed up at his house.
“Please,” she repeated, sounding just as desperate as she looked.
Drury wasn’t going to let that please or desperation sway him. He intended to tell Grayson everything because while she might not trust his cousin, Drury darn sure did.
“We found the shooter,” Grayson said the moment Drury answered the call. “He’d crashed his SUV into a tree about three miles from the ranch. He’s hurt but alive.”
“Who is he?” Drury asked.
“No ID, and the vehicle is registered to a woman in Austin.”
Maybe that meant the SUV was stolen. Of course, Drury already knew this guy was a criminal capable of murder. “Did he happen to say why he fired shots at me or what he was doing at my place?” Drury pressed.
Caitlyn moved closer. Too close. No doubt trying to hear the conversation.
“He’s not saying much of anything. He’s groggy, slipping in and out of consciousness,” Grayson added. “We’ll get him to the hospital, but I did find something in the SUV that was, well, disturbing. Some rope, a ski mask, duct tape and rubber gloves.”
No baby. Though Drury hadn’t expected there would be. Caitlyn had likely been the victim of a scam, and now that they couldn’t milk any more money from her, this thug had been sent to get rid of her.
“I’ll head to the sheriff’s office now,” Drury insisted.
“You need a ride? When I drove by earlier, I saw your truck was messed up.”
“Yeah. That thug shot the radiator. But I have a car in the garage. I’ll also have someone with me who can shed some light on this.”
Caitlyn was shaking her head before he even finished.
“Who?” Grayson asked, but he continued before Drury could respond. “Gotta go. Ambulance is here. You can tell me when you get to the office. See you in a few.”
“No,” Caitlyn said, still shaking her head when Drury ended the call. “You shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t have told Grayson you were bringing someone in.”
And she took off. Not toward the door but rather into the living room.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” Drury asked.
She didn’t answer that. Caitlyn hurried to the side of the sofa, and she grabbed something from the floor. Even though the room was dark, Drury had no trouble seeing the bundled-up coat.
And the stun gun.
Caitlyn picked up both, and with the coat clutched to her chest, she started running, headed to the back door this time.
Drury stepped in front of her, blocking her path, but Caitlyn tried to dart around him. He didn’t want her to get a chance to use that stun gun on him, so he caught onto her arm and knocked the stun gun from her hand.
“I have to go,” she insisted. “It’s not safe.”
Maybe it wasn’t, but that didn’t mean Drury was just going to let her head out. He pulled her closer and had a better look at the coat.
Damn.
In the middle of that bundle, Drury saw something move.
And that something was a baby.
Chapter Two
Caitlyn hadn’t expected Drury just to let her walk out of there, but she also hadn’t thought this insanity would go from bad to worse.
This definitely qualified as worse.
Now that he’d seen the baby, there was no way he’d willingly let her leave.
“The baby’s yours?” he snapped.
“Maybe.”
She’d figured Drury wasn’t going to like that answer, and he didn’t. He groaned. Then cursed.
“But I believe she’s mine,” Caitlyn went on. “And the man said she was. I figured I could have her tested later, but for now I have to go. That man who shot at you wants to kill me and take the baby.”
“Yeah. I got that. According to Grayson, he had rope, tape, a ski mask and gloves in his SUV. All the makings of a felony or two.”
Oh, God. Her stomach dropped. Even though Caitlyn had known the man didn’t have good intentions, it sickened her to hear it spelled out like that. It also confirmed what she’d felt in her heart.
That he had no intention of giving her the baby.
He’d had plans to kill her then and there. She doubted he had just stopped trying to do that, either.
“The man will send someone else after me,” Caitlyn tried again. Tried also to move past Drury, but, like before, he stopped her.
Mercy, she had to convince him to let her go. But how? Too bad her head was throbbing and she was dizzy because it made it hard to think.
“Look, I know you don’t owe me any favors,” she said. “But let me leave.”
An understatement about the favors.
And the sound Drury made let her know that he didn’t owe her a thing. Not after she’d walked out on him four years ago. He’d been in love with her. Then. Definitely not now, though. There wasn’t a shred of love between them at this moment.
However, Caitlyn could still feel the tug of attraction. The one she’d had for Drury the first time she’d laid eyes on him. That attraction was all one-sided now, on her part. Drury’s glare proved it.
“Please just help me by letting me leave right now,” she begged.
It seemed to take him a couple of seconds to get his jaw unclenched so he could speak, and he didn’t look at her when he did it. He volleyed his attention between the baby and the window. Drury was no doubt looking to see if the thug had indeed sent someone else to come after her.
Good.
Because Caitlyn was looking, too.
“How’d you get the baby?” Drury asked.
She huffed. There wasn’t time for all this talk, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to let her leave until he had some answers. Maybe not even then. That meant she had to get away at the first chance she got.
“I took her from that man,” Caitlyn said, blinking back the tears that were burning her eyes. Her voice, like the rest of her, was trembling. “I really don’t know who he is, and I didn’t see his face. He was wearing a ski mask.”
“Keep talking,” Drury insisted when she paused again.
“I was meeting him to deliver another payment, but this time I brought a stun gun with me.”
Mercy. It was hard to relive this. The memories were still so fresh and raw. The fear, too.
“When I handed him the money,” she went on, “I reached for the baby. He smashed me on the head with his weapon, but I was able to hit him with the stun gun. He fell to the ground. I grabbed the baby and got away.”
No groan this time. Drury cursed again instead. “You could have been killed.”
“I could have lost her,” Caitlyn pointed out just as quickly. “Even if she’s not my daughter, she belongs to someone, and I had to get her away from that monster.”
Drury didn’t seem swayed in the least by that. “You should have involved the cops.”
“I couldn’t because the man said he’d know if I brought anyone with me.” In addition to the tears and trembling, Caitlyn had to fight the sudden tightness in her chest. “He said he would hurt the baby if I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t risk it.”
She must have looked ready to fly into a million little pieces because Drury huffed. Then did something surprising. He touched her arm. It barely qualified as a pat, but she’d take it.
Too bad he didn’t offer her a hug, or she would have taken that, too.
The touch didn’t last long. Drury looked at her, his gaze lingering for a moment before it also slipped away.
“During any of your conversations, did this clown say if he was working for someone or how he got the baby in the first place?” Drury asked.
“No. But I’m not sure he’s connected to anyone at Conceptions Clinic.” She hesitated about adding the next part. Not because it wasn’t true.
It was.
But it wasn’t going to shorten this conversation.
“I think the man might be working for Helen Denson.”
There, she’d said it aloud. Her worst fear. Or rather, one of them. She had plenty of others at the moment, but at the top of that list was that her dead husband’s rich, manipulative mother could be the one who’d orchestrated this nightmare.
Caitlyn could almost see the wheels turning in Drury’s head, and he was likely trying to work out why she’d just accused her former mother-in-law of such a heinous crime.
“Helen hates me,” Caitlyn explained. “And she was furious when she found out Grant left his entire estate to me. I think she would do anything, including something like this, to get back the money.”
Of course, that could mean the baby wasn’t hers. After all, Helen could have used any baby to carry out a scheme like that.
“Why would Helen be upset about you inheriting what belonged to your husband?” he asked.
This was another long explanation, one she didn’t have time or energy to give him. Caitlyn went with the short version. “Grant and I were separated when he was killed in that car accident. I was already in the process of getting a divorce.”
He pulled back his shoulders just slightly. Surprised by that. Later, if there was a later, she would tell him more. For now, though, she had to remind him of the urgency of her situation.
“That man who had the baby wasn’t working alone,” she continued. “When I made the first payment, there were two of them, and I’m pretty sure they had a lookout or someone nearby because one of the men had a communicator in his ear, and he was talking to someone. I can’t stay here because they’ll come back.”
“Come on,” Drury said. He still had a firm grip on her arm. “We’ll go to the sheriff’s office and get this all straightened out.”
“They’ll look for me there if they don’t attack us along the way first. The baby could be hurt. You, too.” She almost added that she couldn’t live with that, but it was an old wound best left untouched.
“If you didn’t want me involved, then you shouldn’t have come here,” he grumbled.
“I swear I didn’t know the man would follow me. I mean, he was out from the stun gun, and he didn’t have his partner with him this time. Didn’t have the communicator in his ear, either.” A heavy sigh left her mouth. “I guess he had a lookout after all.”
Caitlyn figured Drury would ignore everything she’d just told him and demand once more that she leave with him.
But he didn’t.
His gaze volleyed from her to the baby. “Whose coat is that?” he asked.
She had to shake her head. “It was right next to the baby on the seat of the kidnapper’s SUV, and I grabbed it to cover her from the rain.”
“Put the baby on the sofa,” Drury instructed, and his tone and body language sent a chill straight through her. “It could have a tracking device—or something worse—in it.”
Sweet heaven.
Caitlyn hurried to the sofa, easing the baby onto it. The little girl was still sleeping, thank goodness.
“I checked her after I brought her into your house,” she explained. “No cuts or bruises.” It sickened her, though, to think there could have been.
Drury didn’t respond. He moved in front of the newborn, eased back the sides of the coat.
The baby was wearing a pink drawstring gown with little ducks on it. There was even an elastic headband with a bow holding back her dark brown curls from her face, and she had a thin receiving blanket around her. She was clean. Her diaper appeared to have been changed recently, and since she wasn’t crying, that probably meant she’d been fed. Whoever had her had at least taken care of her.
Probably so they could protect their investment.
Something twisted inside Caitlyn at the thought.
She almost hated to feel this kind of anger. This kind of love for that precious little girl. Because the baby might not even be hers.
Caitlyn repeated that to herself.
It didn’t seem to stop the flood of feelings that poured through her, and that love could mean she would be crushed if she had to hand over the baby to someone else.
“Lift her up,” Drury said, still searching every inch of the coat. “Gently.”
That gave her another jolt, and she prayed there wasn’t anything on or near the baby that could hurt her.
Caitlyn eased the newborn into her arms. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she’d held her, but without the coat around her, she could feel just how tiny and fragile she was.
Drury went through the coat pockets, coming up empty each time, and he turned his attention to the bow on the baby’s headband.
“Hell,” he mumbled.
Caitlyn watched as he gently slipped off the headband, and she saw it then.
“It’s a tracking device,” he said. “That’s how the man was able to follow you.”
Caitlyn shook her head. “I should have noticed it. Drury. I’m so sorry.”
“Save it.” He tossed the headband onto the coffee table. “In case I missed something, don’t use the blanket to wrap her.” He pulled a throw off the back of the sofa and handed it to her. “Use this.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, draping it over the baby.
“Away from here. And fast.” He took out his phone and sent a text. Probably to Grayson. “I don’t want any other hired guns coming to the ranch. Every one of my cousins has wives and kids, and they’re all right here on the grounds.”
That didn’t help steady her heartbeat.
Drury led her to the back door, grabbing a remote control from the kitchen counter. He used it to open the detached garage, and he stepped out onto the porch to look around.
The rain was still coming down hard, but the porch was covered so the baby was staying dry. However, she was starting to squirm, maybe because Caitlyn’s dress was damp and it was cool against her. She needed dry clothes. Baby supplies.
And a safe place to take her.
But where?
The sheriff’s office certainly didn’t seem like an ideal location since the man’s partners could go looking for her there.
“Wait here in the doorway, and I’ll pull the car up to the steps,” Drury said. He’d already started to walk away but then stopped and turned back around to face her. “So help me, you’d better not try to run.”
Since she was indeed thinking just that, Caitlyn wondered if he’d read her mind. Or maybe he could just see the desperation on her face.
Because she didn’t know what else to do, Caitlyn did wait. And she prayed. She trusted Drury, but her trust wouldn’t do a darn thing to protect him or the baby.
He hurried to the garage, and it took only a few seconds before she heard the engine turn on. Only a few seconds more before he pulled the car to the steps with the passenger’s side facing her.
The moment Drury threw open the door and frantically motioned for her to get in, she knew something was wrong.
“Someone’s coming,” Drury said.
Caitlyn saw the headlights then. There was a car on the road. And it was speeding right toward them.
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