The Bounty Hunter's Baby Surprise. Lisa Childs
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Название: The Bounty Hunter's Baby Surprise
Автор: Lisa Childs
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Top Secret Deliveries
isbn: 9781474079013
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She needed to worry about their baby. It was her responsibility to take care of him or her. She smoothed her palm over her belly where the baby kicked again. He or she must have been feeling all the fear and anxiety that coursed through Lillian.
She had to get the hell out of there—away from those men and Jake. So she moved around the front of the van and reached for the driver’s door. As she opened it, that damn dome light flashed on, so she jumped quickly inside and swung the door closed behind her and extinguished the light.
The glow of the moon was illumination enough to see the keys that dangled from the ignition. She didn’t even have to try to hot-wire it. But as she reached for the keys to turn them and start the van, she heard something...
A cock of a gun, and she felt the barrel press against her temple. This wasn’t Jake. There was no way he could have circled back around without her knowing it. And even if he had, she doubted he would have pressed a gun to her head.
He couldn’t be that angry with her. Nor could he ever be that ruthless, especially after he’d discovered she was pregnant. No. This had to be one of the gunmen. They weren’t all chasing after Jake. One of them had her.
* * *
“This damn well better be good news,” Tom growled into the phone as he picked it up. It was late now—so late that all the who’s who of River City were gone, the party long over and he had already fallen asleep until the ringing cell had awakened him.
Fortunately, the ringing had not woken up his wife. She lay on her back, snoring away. He would have killed that bitch if he’d thought he could get away with it. But he knew he’d be blamed if anything happened to her.
So he’d found another way to get rid of her. Take all of her and her rich daddy’s money.
A smile curved his lips as he thought of his escape. Everything was in place. Well, almost in place.
He slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After closing the door between it and the master bedroom, he asked, “Did you kill her?”
“Not yet...”
“Not yet!” Rage coursed through him, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. Hell, he would probably be awake the rest of the night now. “It shouldn’t be this damn hard to catch that stupid little girl!”
But she’d already been missing for months.
He should have tried harder to find her then. But he’d been certain that she’d show up for court, and she’d be convicted and sentenced to jail. He didn’t really believe that flash drive existed.
Despite the flicker of doubt he felt now and then.
“I’ve...got...her.” The man finally spoke again, but he sounded winded, like it was a struggle for him to talk at all.
Tom didn’t know which one it was. He didn’t think he’d talked directly to this guy before. But usually his men didn’t talk, they just listened.
And followed orders.
“Then why isn’t she dead?” Tom impatiently asked him.
“Uh...” The guy’s voice trailed off again. He sounded weak.
Tom hated weakness. “Why not?” he demanded to know.
Had she said something about the flash drive? Had she threatened that it would be turned over to the authorities if something happened to her?
“She’s pregnant.”
Thinking of all the times his wife had begged him over the years to start a family, Tom snorted. What was the big deal about getting pregnant and having babies?
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” he asked.
The guy had been fine with killing a woman. Why get squeamish about killing a pregnant one?
“I—I—uh...” the man stammered.
His patience gone, Tom sighed. “Bring her to me,” he said. “I want to talk to her first anyway.” He wanted to find out what the hell had happened to that flash drive—if it even existed in the first place.
“To—to the house?” the man asked.
What an idiot!
“Hell, no!” he growled. If any woman was going to die within these walls, it was going to be his wife.
Maybe he would find a way to do that anyhow, a way where he would not be blamed.
“Bring her to the warehouse,” he ordered. He didn’t wait for the man to agree. He knew that he would, so he just disconnected the call.
It was better this way. Tom would get his answers from little Miss Lillian Davies. And once he knew the truth about that damn flash drive, then he would pull the trigger and kill her himself.
Yeah, this was better.
When he killed her himself, he would send a message to his men to never mess with him and he would have the assurance that she was no longer a problem.
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