Cowboy Delirium. Joanna Wayne

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      “Okay, but I’m on your side. My name’s Buerto Arredondo. Jaime works for me.”

      “You’re the art collector?”

      He nodded. “I’m in the States to buy art for a resort I’m building just outside Mexico City.” He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped a stream of sweat from his brow.

      “Tell us what happened to Jaime,” Zack insisted impatiently. He didn’t give a damn what this guy did or didn’t collect.

      “We’d visited an art gallery in the Heights this evening and then gone to dinner. I was walking her to her door when three men jumped us. I tried to stop them but I couldn’t fight off all of them. They threw Jaime in the back of their car and took off.”

      “Did she know them?”

      “No, but I’m pretty sure they knew who she is. They said if I went to the police they would kill her. I was told to make certain her family got that same warning.”

      Zach muttered a curse and slammed his right fist into his left hand. “Not again.” It hadn’t even been two years since they’d had to rescue his nephews, Derrick and David, from a lunatic. It was like they’d become a target for all the crazies in the world.

      “Did the kidnappers say anything else?” he asked. “Did they give any clue as to who they were or when they would contact us?”

      “Nothing.”

      “Did they hurt Jaime?”

      “They manhandled her. That’s all I saw but who knows what they’re capable of. You have no choice but to cooperate with them.”

      “That’s not your decision to make,” Langston said. His voice was firm. He was the oldest brother, the leader of the family, a responsibility he took seriously.

      Zach didn’t question his intelligence or abilities, but kidnapping was a criminal act and that put this squarely in Zach’s saddle. Besides, Jaime was his twin. As different as they were in many aspects, he shared a bond with her that none of the others did.

      “Start at the first, Mr. Arredondo,” Zach said, “and tell us every detail. Leave nothing out, no matter how unimportant it may seem.”

      “Please, call me Buerto. And I think you should know that I am not only your sister’s boss.”

      “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “We’re in a relationship, a very close relationship. I care a great deal for her. This is as hard on me as it is on you.”

      Zach didn’t fully buy that, but all that mattered now was getting Jaime home safely. Whoever the sons of bitches were that abducted her, they’d just taken on the whole Collingsworth clan, and even Buerto Arredondo had best not get in their way.

      LENORA WOKE TO THE SOUND of male voices coming from the kitchen below her bedroom and the odor of freshly perked coffee. She rolled over and checked the time on her bedside clock. Twelve twenty-eight.

      It wasn’t all that unusual for her sons to talk past midnight. With Zack working on that new task force, it had been weeks since they’d all been together. But she didn’t recall their ever making coffee this late—unless something was wrong.

      That fact forced the last dregs of sleep from her eyes. Kicking back the sheet, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and padded to her closet for her robe.

      She picked up on the unfamiliar voice as she approached the kitchen. A cold shudder stampeded through her nerves when she heard him mention Jaime’s name. Had there been a wreck? Had she been riding that motorbike Lenora hated so much?

      Pushing through the door, Lenora planted herself in the center of the kitchen and stared at the stranger sipping coffee from one of her blue pottery mugs. Her gaze left him to scrutinize each of her sons, reading the turbulence that clouded their eyes.

      “What’s wrong? What’s happened to Jaime?”

      Langston wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Sit down, Mom.”

      She yanked from his grasp. “I don’t need to sit down. Was there a wreck? Is Jaime in the hospital? Is she hurt?”

      “She’s been abducted.”

      Lenora’s chest contracted until she could barely breathe. There had to be some kind of mistake. Everyone loved Jaime. No one would hurt her. She stared at the stranger again. “Who are you?”

      “This is Jaime’s boss,” Zach said. “He was with her when three men attacked them and left with Jaime. He’s only here to help.”

      Lenora grabbed the man’s arms. “You let them take my daughter? You let them take Jaime?”

      “I tried to stop them,” he said.

      Matt pulled his mother into his arms. “He’s here to help, Mom. We’ll get Jaime back. You can count on that. Just try to stay calm while we think this through.”

      The empty words of reassurance roared in her head and a pain so intense it blinded her jabbed through her heart. Her chest exploded, and her mind went off in a million fiery tangents.

      The pain hit again, and this time she felt herself crashing against the table. Jaime’s face appeared for a second and then vanished in a frigid swirl of black.

      TWO HOURS AFTER THE ABDUCTION, the black sedan turned onto an isolated, muddy logging road that didn’t appear to have been used in years. In the backseat Rio Hernandez was still fuming at the turn of events and the lack of warning he’d had about what was going down. Not only did this not advance his own agenda, it put a serious kink in it.

      “Where the hell are we going?” Rio demanded. “Or is that top secret, too?”

      “There’s an old fishing camp at the end of the road,” Poncho answered from the driver seat. “You two beasts and the beauty will hold up there until we hear otherwise.”

      The front right tire plunged into a deep pothole and the car shuddered and jerked, throwing the semiconscious prisoner against Rio’s shoulder.

      He steadied her, aware of the softness of her skin beneath his hand and the silky texture of her hair as it brushed his rough cheek. His insides revolted at the quick stir of attraction. Definitely not the time for his libido to get into the act.

      The woman’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up, meeting Rio’s gaze. Confusion clouded the deep blue of her irises, making her appear far more vulnerable than she’d looked when sinking her sharp white teeth into the sinewy tissue of his shoulder.

      A gurgle resonated from deep in her throat, capturing the attention of the other passenger in the car. From the front Luke turned so that he could see into the backseat. “You two getting all cozy back there?” A croaking laugh punctuated what he saw as an amusing comment.

      “What’s it to you?” Rio quipped.

      “No one gave you first dibs on her,” Luke retorted.

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