His Best Friend's Baby. Mallory Kane

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      “I’ll have the bird ready to go.”

      “If you don’t hear from me, head for the first rendezvous point. Be there by 0800. Here are the times and places I’ve got mapped out.”

      “Friday 0800 hours? That’s sixteen hours. You’re planning to ride out the storm up there? You could be blown right off that mountain.”

      “Thanks for that image. No. I plan to be back down the mountain in the Hummer with Aimee and the baby, safe and sound. The 0800 rendezvous is if we get caught by the storm or something goes wrong. If everything goes as planned, I’ll call you. It’ll probably be after dark.”

      “Just make sure you’ve got plenty of flares.”

      “Don’t worry. We’ll have flares. Do these times work for you?”

      “Times are fine. And I see you’re planning to move up toward the peak, rather than down.”

      “Right. I figure if we can’t ride back down in the Hummer, we need to be heading to higher ground. The storm’s coming in from the west. I’d like to try to stay either ahead of it or above it. Plus, your bird’s not going to like dodging trees, so the fewer the better.”

      Deke nodded.

      They quickly agreed on two alternate times and places, the second twenty-four hours after the first. Plus a third, twenty-four hours after that, in case the storm stalled.

      “One last thing,” Matt said. “Take these coordinates. This is a last-resort location. It’s an hour’s walk south from the Vicks’ cabin.”

      “The hunting cabin. I forgot about that place. You think you might end up there?”

      Matt shrugged. “It’s good shelter. We might need it, if we have to travel that far.”

      Deke stuck the piece of paper in his pocket. “No problem. I’ll hang on to these.”

      “Thanks, man. I knew I could count on you.” Matt stood.

      “You know there’s another way to handle this.”

      “Not really.”

      “Sure there is. Leave Aimee out of it. You and I go up in the Hummer, get the drop on the kidnapper and get the baby back safe and sound.”

      Matt sighed. “That would work—if one of us could pass for a medium-height, slender female. But there’s another consideration. The baby. If everything goes well, which one of us is prepared to bring back a seven-month-old who needs his mother?”

      He opened the door. “Have you ever been between a mother and her child? I’m not telling Aimee she has to stay behind.”

      NOW CUNNINGHAM was involved.

      He knew them all so well. Of course Cunningham would drop everything to help Parker. They were “brothers,” after all.

      It tended to get annoying, listening to the stories of their childhood friendship, and their oath to save innocents just as that broken-down Vietnam veteran had saved theirs.

      He hadn’t had time to sabotage Parker’s equipment or vehicle. He’d had to trust Kinnard to handle that part of the plan.

      His job was to make sure that when Parker needed help, it wasn’t available. There were two ways he could handle that, but only one was a sure thing.

      All he needed were some tools and a little private time.

       FRIDAY 1430 HOURS

      AIMEE BURIED HER NOSE more deeply into the high collar of her down parka. She’d rolled her balaclava up like a watch cap, ready to pull down over her face if she needed it. The vehicle was heated, but she was still cold.

      The chill didn’t come from the dropping temperatures outside, though. It came from her heart. As often as she told herself that William was safe, that the kidnapper couldn’t afford to hurt him if he wanted his money, her heart remained unconvinced.

      Matt’s grim expression didn’t help. He looked worried as he maneuvered the Hummer’s steel snow tracks over the rough terrain. He glanced at her. “You okay?”

      “Okay?” she croaked, then pressed her lips together. Control, she reminded herself. It’s all about control. She had to hold herself together, for her baby’s sake.

      “If you’re cold, there’s a blanket under your seat.”

      She gave a harsh little laugh. “You think I’m worried about being cold?”

      “Aimee, I know you’re afraid something’s going to happen to William. But I don’t want you to neglect your own health. You’re highly stressed and exhausted. You could become hypothermic without even realizing it. I need to make sure you’re warm and comfortable.”

      “Well, don’t. I don’t need to be comfortable—I don’t want to be. I just want to get up there, get my baby back and get home.”

      “That’s what I want, too,” Matt said.

      She closed her burning eyes. Control. Control. She repeated it like a mantra.

      “Dammit!”

      She jumped and her eyes flew open.

      “Sorry.” His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “I can’t believe I let the kidnapper run the show. I should have jumped in and forced him to do it my way. It’s dangerous for you up here.”

      “Where should I be? Back at home, all safe and warm? Waiting? No, thank you.”

      “Yes. Back at home, all safe and warm. I don’t like putting you in danger. Plus, with you here, I can’t do everything I’d be able to do if I were alone.”

      “Sorry I’m cramping your style.”

      “That’s not—” he stopped and his jaw muscle worked. He kept his attention on the barely discernable path before them as the incline grew steeper, and the sky turned increasingly dark and gray.

      Where they’d started out, near Sundance, spring was in the air, with new shoots of grass and fresh coverings of moss. As they’d climbed higher, the greenery turned brown, and patches of old snow dotted the ground.

      Aimee hunched her shoulders in an effort not to shiver. Matt’s hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel. His face was expressionless, but his jaw was clamped tight. He looked the way he had the last time she’d seen him. The day he’d brought her husband’s body home.

      That memory spawned others. Like the argument she and Bill had a few days before that fateful day.

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