Guarding Camille. Judy Christenberry

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      The spark of interest in her eyes told him she liked his idea. The pleasure he derived from doing something for her alarmed him. It was just his job, after all.

      Then she frowned. “Can you access my bank account? I don’t have any money with me.”

      “I’ll take care of it. You can pay me back when all this is over.”

      A wistful look filled her eyes. “Will it ever be over? It’s crazy that I’ve been in hiding so long.”

      “Yeah, it’ll be over. We’ve got evidence against Vince now, thanks to some of the clues you gave us. And he’ll face charges from the hostage episode at the clinic day care in April. All we have to do is find him. He’s gone underground, but he won’t have the patience to stay there.”

      In fact, though Jake would never have agreed to use Camille as bait, that was exactly what was happening. Eckart was desperate to find his ex-wife and had trailed her to Texas. Jake was certain someone had passed on the information to Eckart and wondered if the leak had been instigated by his superiors in the FBI.

      “Are you sure?”

      He frowned, wondering if she’d read his mind. “Sure about what?”

      “I mean, will the government advance you money?”

      “Yeah.” The government…or his mother. How strange to have met a woman who was unaware of his family’s wealth. He’d vowed never to marry after he’d discovered his first love was coolly calculating his inheritance. Between that and his family’s social prominence, she’d intended to cut a large swath through Texas society.

      “Can you call Abby? I don’t know Anna and—”

      “Abby stays pretty busy with her practice.”

      “I know that.”

      She should, Jake thought, since Abby had delivered the baby—Jamie, he finally acknowledged. “Anna plans weddings. She’ll know where to get a dress quickly.”

      He reached for the phone, and as he’d expected, his sister immediately agreed to help. He handed the phone to Camille so she could discuss color and style.

      “Jake?”

      He whirled around to see what Camille needed. “Yeah?”

      “Anna wants to bring some dresses out here. Is that okay?”

      They were staying on Garrett Lord’s ranch in a cabin remotely situated from the main house. Jake didn’t want to risk Eckart following his sister out here in the hopes of finding Camille.

      He took the phone. “Anna, can’t we do this differently? Take a dress to Mom’s and Camille can change when we get there.”

      “But it might not fit, Jake. Since she just had a baby, she’s not sure of her size.”

      “She’s wearing pants she wore before the baby— I mean, before she was pregnant. So the same size should do.”

      Camille tugged on his sleeve. “Jake, I—”

      “Well, you are,” he told her, anxious for this conversation to be over.

      “Yes, but—on top I’m—I’m bigger.”

      Her cheeks were flushed, but Jake figured they were pale compared to his face. Damn, he didn’t want to think about her breasts. But it was all he could think about now.

      “Anna, bring the dresses to the main ranch house and we’ll meet you there.” He pressed the phone closer to his ear. “And don’t tell anyone what you’re doing.”

      “Of course not. But does Camille need anything else? I might as well pick up other things while I’m shopping for her.”

      Anna sounded amused, which irritated Jake all the more. He handed the phone to Camille with a gusty sigh. “Anna wants to know if you need anything else.”

      “Can we afford—”

      “Yes, whatever!” He didn’t want any more talk about Camille’s body or her wardrobe.

      Camille began a discussion with Anna, but a thin wail stopped her almost at once. “Oh, Jamie—”

      “I’ll get him. Finish up with Anna.”

      He fled the room. He’d much rather deal with a newborn baby than continue this conversation.

      The baby was kicking his legs and waving his arms, his face puckering as he yelled. Jake sighed. He was learning how insistent a newborn could be. The first thing to do was check his diaper. Jake knew that much.

      After changing him, Jake eased his big hand under the baby’s body and lifted him to his shoulder. “Now, listen, Jamie, Mom’s kind of busy, so you need to stop that yelling.”

      Much to Jake’s surprise, the baby quietened. For a minute. Then little whimpers began to build. Panic filled Jake. What was he supposed to do? He drew a deep breath, determined not to be bested by a seven-pound infant. Even if he was a cute one. He cradled Jamie in his arms, then tucked the baby’s small fist into his tiny mouth, hoping he could fool the baby into believing he was being fed.

      The sucking noises were a dead giveaway. The kid wanted to eat. Jake was proud of himself for correctly assessing the situation, but he knew he didn’t have the equipment for a successful resolution. Which, of course, brought his mind back to Camille’s breasts.

      Man, he needed some distance from his two captives! He left the nursery and returned to the living area, where Camille was on the phone.

      It didn’t take Jamie long to realize that his fist wasn’t providing satisfaction. Just as Jake came into the room, the baby let out another wail.

      “Oh, Anna,” Camille said when she saw him, “thank you so much, but I have to feed the baby now. Oh. Yes, of course.”

      She handed the phone to Jake. He transferred the baby to her arms, surprised by his reluctance to give up the warm bundle. Then he spoke to Anna.

      “So we get to meet the mystery woman now?” Anna asked softly.

      “Yeah, Mom insisted. But it’s important that no one talk about her, especially to that pest Chelsea. Too many people know about Camille already.” In the past year his family had been besieged by Chelsea Markum, a television reporter for a gossip show called Tattle Today TV. There was no way he wanted her to do a news item on Camille being guarded by the Maitlands’ youngest son.

      “You know we wouldn’t tell her anything,” Anna protested indignantly.

      “I know, Anna, but this is a matter of life and death.” He turned to stare at Camille, who’d begun nursing Jamie. Her eyes were shuttered, but her lips had tightened with fierce protectiveness. He regretted his words. But damn it, he’d only spoken the truth.

      Anna made her promises and then asked him to bring Camille to Garrett’s at four that afternoon.

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