"Why?" He laughed. "I should think it"s obvious."
It was was the kiss. She dragged her gaze away to look down the street at the tan rental car parked in front of the motel. Time was running out. She had to do something. And quick. the kiss. She dragged her gaze away to look down the street at the tan rental car parked in front of the motel. Time was running out. She had to do something. And quick.
She tried to keep the urgency out of her voice. "Will, I"m flattered but this really isn"t a good time." Major understatement.
He seemed to notice then how she was dressed. A jogging bra that showed a lot of cleavage and midriff. A pair of skimpy running shorts. Cross-trainers and ankle socks. No makeup. Her unruly sun-streaked brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was amazed he"d even recognized her.
"I guess my timing isn"t very good?"
Boy howdy.
He smiled and reached for the door handle. She never knew she could feel relief and and disappointment at the same time. disappointment at the same time.
But he didn"t get out.
"Here"s the thing. I had a little bit of a hard time finding you," he said, turning back to her. He flashed her a hundred-watt smile. "Now, I"m afraid if I let you out of my sight you"ll disappear again, and I might not be so lucky next time."
She stared at him. How had had he found her? That was some luck. he found her? That was some luck.
Could be fate.
Yeah, right.
"So," he said, appearing as conflicted as she felt.
She could understand his confusion. She"d kissed him at first sight, lied to him and disappeared. Now here she was in this rather revealing outfit in a different town, acting even more strangely. Add to that the fact that he must have gone to a lot of trouble looking for her. By now he"d know she"d lied about her name and a lot more. And here she was trying desperately to get rid of him. What he must think!
So why was he still here? Why didn"t he just turn and run?
THE LAST THING on Will Sheridan"s mind was running. Admittedly, the situation was odd, and it appeared things wouldn"t be quite as easy as he first might have hoped. But that had never stopped him when he wanted something.
And he wanted Samantha. When he looked at her he was struck by one clear thought: he wouldn"t mind waking up to that face every morning. Tiny freckles trailed across the bridge of a cute little nose, golden lashes framed wide warm sea-green eyes, suntanned skin glowed on prominent cheekbones.
She"d been stunning at the party. But without makeup, she looked...delectable.
It wasn"t just her face or her lovely body-something he could see a lot of right now. There was something...intriguing about this woman. Mysterious.
"So," he said again, hoping she"d help him out. He watched her shoot a glance down the block in the same direction she"d been looking when he"d first seen her. He followed her gaze down the quiet street to what appeared to be a small, one-story nursing home. The sign in front read, Lazy Rest. A tan Buick was parked in the for-the-disabled s.p.a.ce out front. The car had a rental sticker on it but no disabled decal.
He could feel her tension. It was as strong as the low-frequency hum that vibrated between them. Was she meeting someone? Was that why she wanted him out of the car? She wasn"t wearing a wedding ring, but that didn"t mean she wasn"t involved. Temporarily, he hoped.
"If I could just get your phone number," he said, wanting so much more. Home address, work number, e-mail, social security number and first-grade school photo. "I"d like to call you for a date, to start with-"
Her gaze swung around to his, her eyes wide. "You tracked me down just to ask me for a date-?"
She sounded incredulous. And almost suspicious. As if there was some other reason she thought he"d come looking for her.
"-To start start with?" with?"
Definitely suspicious now. Imagine what she"d say if he told her his real intention.
Up the block, the front doors of the rest home opened and a short, stocky man in his late thirties came down the long walkway. Was this the man she"d been waiting for? Shorty headed for the tan Buick parked at the curb.
Samantha seemed to catch the movement out of the corner of her eye. She swung around in her seat to stare in the man"s direction, tense as a tightrope walker.
"Look, you seem busy. What are you doing tonight?"
"Tonight wouldn"t be good," she said, her gaze on the man now opening the driver"s door of the Buick. "Why don"t I call you?"
Did she really think she could get rid of him that easily? "Samantha, I have no idea what"s going on here, but I"m not getting out of this car until you at least talk to me. If you hadn"t kissed me the way you had-"
SO IT HAD BEEN HAD BEEN that blamed kiss! She"d regretted it for two days now. But only because she hadn"t been able to put it-or Will Sheridan-out of her mind. She"d wondered, what if... What if they"d met under different circ.u.mstances. What if she ran into him again? that blamed kiss! She"d regretted it for two days now. But only because she hadn"t been able to put it-or Will Sheridan-out of her mind. She"d wondered, what if... What if they"d met under different circ.u.mstances. What if she ran into him again?
And now she had. And at the worst possible time!
She glanced over at him. One look, and she knew he meant what he"d said. He wasn"t wasn"t getting out of her car until he got some answers. Not that she could blame him. But he was making this very difficult. getting out of her car until he got some answers. Not that she could blame him. But he was making this very difficult.
She looked back to see the man getting into the rental car look back toward the nursing home, and she knew what she was going to have to do.
This is just part of the job.
Sure it is.
She threw herself into Will"s arms and kissed him. Again. Only this time she didn"t lose herself in his kiss. This time she kept it short and sweet. She couldn"t afford not to.
WILL DREW BACK from the kiss, startled by the distinct click click that reverberated through the Firebird. He felt something cold and metallic, looked down at his right wrist, and was shocked to see the handcuff there. Instinctively, he pulled, only to find the other end attached to a piece of steel that had been welded under the dash. How convenient. that reverberated through the Firebird. He felt something cold and metallic, looked down at his right wrist, and was shocked to see the handcuff there. Instinctively, he pulled, only to find the other end attached to a piece of steel that had been welded under the dash. How convenient.
"Samantha?" he asked, feeling a little disoriented.
"Will, I hate to do this, but you left me no choice." She slid out of the car before he could ask exactly what she hated to do. "Stay here. I"ll be back."
Like he was going anywhere. "Samantha?" But she was already gone, jogging toward the Lazy Rest. He thought about calling after her as he watched her run, her ponytail pendulumming back and forth-but he didn"t. What would be the point? He doubted she"d have handcuffed him to the car if anything had been up for discussion.
The short guy who"d come out of the rest home was standing by the car, looking around. He seemed edgy when he saw Samantha. Will couldn"t blame him.
She"d almost reached the tan Buick and Shorty, when she stopped beneath a large willow tree and leaned with her palms against the thick trunk to stretch her calves. Very nice calves, he noticed.
The man beside the Buick, he saw, was noticing, as well.
Just then, another man came out of the rest home, this one taller and a little less stocky, but definitely muscular. He had a kid with him, a small boy wearing a Mariners baseball cap and a navy backpack over his red jacket. The kid had the cap pulled down so low his ears stood out like thumbs from his head; a pair of headphones hung around his neck; and he cradled what looked like a CD player in his hands.
The man had one hand on the boy"s shoulder. He looked around, and noticed Samantha stretching.
Samantha straightened and started jogging again-right toward them. The man"s steps slowed as he and the boy approached the Buick, and Shorty, who was waiting there.
Samantha didn"t appear to notice as she jogged in their direction, but Will had the distinct impression she was watching them. That she"d been waiting for them to come out. And if she kept running she"d connect with them in a matter of- "What the-"
To his amazement, Samantha tripped and fell. She tumbled onto the lawn just feet from them and grabbed at her ankle. From where he sat, he heard her cry out in pain.
He jerked on the handcuff, wanting to go to her. What had the woman been thinking, locking him up like this?
The two men seemed startled, almost leery of her, and glanced around as if looking for something or someone. The quiet neighborhood dozed in the warm fall afternoon sun as Samantha cried and hugged her ankle.
After a moment, they hesitantly stepped over to her. No doubt her skimpy attire helped convince them.
Will couldn"t hear what was being said even though the driver"s window of the Firebird was still down, but it was obvious they were offering some sort of a.s.sistance. The short one helped her to her feet. The second man released the boy to take her other arm.
She appeared afraid to put weight on her injured ankle. Slowly, she attempted a step.
Then everything happened so fast Will wasn"t even sure later what he"d seen. Maybe because he was hoping he"d just imagined it.
He watched in horror as Samantha dropped Shorty with a swift kick, sent the other man sprawling face-first onto the gra.s.s with some sort of karate chop, and grabbed the kid.
In the blink of an eye, Samantha was running back toward the Firebird with the boy in her arms. She opened the driver"s door, tossed him the kid and leaped in.
The Firebird engine roared, and she peeled out, throwing gravel and dust as she whipped a cookie in the middle of the street, then took off in a tremulous thunder of engine and speed that flattened him against his seat.
"Wow," the kid said.
"Samantha?" Will asked quietly, the way he might talk to a disturbed patient on a mental ward. "I know this probably isn"t a good time, either, but could you tell me what"s going on here?"
The Firebird screamed around a corner. "I"d suggest you get the boy buckled in," she said calmly. "You might want to do the same."
Being handcuffed to the dash didn"t make the task easy, but as she took the next corner on two wheels, Will managed to get the kid buckled in between them on the bench seat before the Firebird rocked back down on all four tires. He snapped his own seat belt as she took a gravel-throwing turn.
"Nice car," the kid said.
Will looked down at him. The boy was all of five, with large brown eyes that twinkled in a positively angelic face. Along with the Mariners cap and red jacket, he wore faded worn jeans, a Pokemon T-shirt and sneakers. The headphones still hung around his neck, with a cord that ran to the CD player cradled in his lap on the small navy backpack. Unlike Will, the boy didn"t seem all that surprised by this turn of events.
Will turned to catch sight of the Buick coming up fast. Great. Great. "Just tell me you don"t kidnap children. I mean, this isn"t just some random thing you do, right? You know this child, right?" He looked expectantly at her, waiting. "Just tell me you don"t kidnap children. I mean, this isn"t just some random thing you do, right? You know this child, right?" He looked expectantly at her, waiting.
"Only from a faxed photo of him. He"s cuter in person." She shot the kid a quick smile, then went back to her driving, which Will was thankful for. "His name is Zackarias Lucien O"Brien, age five-and-a-half, of Seattle, Washington. That about covers it."
"Just "Zack,"" the boy said quickly. "Just Zack" didn"t appear in the least upset as Sam took a turn on two wheels.
"Am I missing something here?" Will asked.
Samantha turned onto a paved two-lane and tromped down on the gas. The car took off like a rocket.
"What is under the hood?" he yelled over the roar of the engine. he yelled over the roar of the engine.
She shot him a grin. "You like it?"
Not really. He liked it when he thought she was someone else: a nice, single woman who drove a Lexus.
"Sorry about the cuffs, but I couldn"t let you ruin my show."
She made the whole thing sound theatrical and almost innocent. He nodded, telling himself again that she"d have a good explanation for this. It was just getting harder to believe.
She glanced over her shoulder. He looked back, too. The Buick wasn"t far behind them now.
"And those men?" he enquired.
She shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." She looked over at Zack. "Who are those guys?"
He shrugged, too. "They said they were friends of my birth mother"s."
She raised a brow as she looked at the boy.
Will wished she"d keep her eyes on the road. Not that she didn"t seem capable of doing any number of things while driving. "Where exactly are we headed?" he asked, as the flat landscape flashed by in a blur and he realized they"d left Wolf Point far behind.
"Seattle, eventually. Right now-" she glanced into her rearview mirror "-anyplace where they they aren"t," she said, indicating the Buick gaining on them. aren"t," she said, indicating the Buick gaining on them.
Seattle? He thought about telling her that Seattle didn"t fit into his plans. But what she did next made him lose the thought. He thought about telling her that Seattle didn"t fit into his plans. But what she did next made him lose the thought.
He watched her reach under the seat, pull out a handgun and lay it across her sun-browned thighs. He told himself he shouldn"t have been surprised, but he was. How could he have been so wrong about a woman?
He wondered what Jennifer Finley was doing right now.
"You can just drop me off when you get the chance," he said-not that she seemed to be listening. "Anywhere would do." He noted that the Firebird was pegged at over a hundred miles an hour and that the Buick was right behind them.
"See that box on the floor at your feet?" she asked.
He looked down to see a cardboard box about eight inches square. "Yes?"
"I"d appreciate it if you"d pick it up."
Amazingly, it didn"t seem like such a strange request, all things considered.
He rattled the handcuff. "I"m not sure I can do it locked to your dash."
She shot a look at him. "Oh, I think you can handle it."
He wasn"t sure that was a compliment. Worse, it appeared she wasn"t ready to uncuff him.
He lifted the box from the floor with his free hand. It was much heavier than he"d expected. "What"s in here-iron?"