His Best Friend's Baby. Mallory Kane
the trees.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there, not daring to move, like a rabbit sensing a threat, when she heard it.
The crunch of twigs and rocks.
Someone was coming toward the Hummer from the opposite direction.
Without hesitation, she threw herself down across the seats, avoiding the stick shift.
It was Matt—it had to be. Didn’t it?
She squeezed her eyes shut as the footsteps came closer. Her fingers twitched. If only she had something she could use as a weapon.
Then the driver’s-side door opened.
Panic exploded in her chest and she curled her fingers into claws. Fingernails were better than nothing.
“Aimee.” Matt touched her shoulder. “Good job.”
Relief washed over her. Her scalp tingled. She sat up and tried to hide her trembling nerves. “You sneaked up on me,” she accused.
He slid into the driver’s seat. “Sorry I scared you. I wanted to circle around, make sure we weren’t being watched.”
“I knew you saw someone. Why couldn’t you have just told me? I’d have been a lot less scared.” She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “Who was it? The kidnapper?”
He shook his head and started the engine. “Can’t be sure,” he said shortly.
He was lying. But she’d already figured out that he would tell her just what she needed to know, and then only when she needed to know it—in his opinion.
Once she had William in her arms and they were safe back at home, she’d let him know what she thought about his gestapo tactics. For now, as much as she hated to admit it, his air of command, his complete confidence, and even his predatory edge, made her feel safe.
And feeling safe was dangerous.
Safety was what she longed for. But she’d learned as a child that trusting someone else to keep her safe was a fantasy. As the only child of older parents, she’d grown up with the weight of their health and safety on her shoulders.
When she’d married Bill, he’d promised to keep her safe, but he’d never been able to stand up to his mother. Then he’d promised her she could count on Matt, but he’d trusted Matt with his life, and Matt had let him die.
No. There was only one person she could count on. Herself. She had to stay strong, stay in control. In the year since Bill’s death, maintaining control was the only thing that had kept her going.
Now, at the very time when it was more important than ever to hold on to that control for her baby’s sake, she was tempted to relinquish it to someone else—to Matt—and the urge scared her to death.
She lifted her chin. She was not going to depend on Matt. Her baby trusted her to save him.
She would.
After another fifteen minutes or so of navigating the winding mountain road, Matt pulled over again.
“What is it?” Aimee looked in the passenger-side mirror. “Did you see something again?”
He shook his head. “We’re five miles from the meeting point.” He pointed to the GPS locator on the dashboard. “And twenty minutes from the meeting time. So this is where I get out. I’ll circle around, while you drive the rest of the way alone. You’ve got the case of money. You’ve got the baby seat, formula, diapers and blankets. The GPS locator is programmed for the exact coordinates. It’s a straight shot. Just stay on this road.”
He pulled a folded sheet of paper from a pocket. “Here’s a printout of the route in case something happens to the GPS. You just stay on this road. Now, let’s go over everything one more time.”
Aimee nodded shakily. “Please. I feel like I’m in some weird dream—like all of this is a nightmare and I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning holding William.”
“With any luck, that’s exactly what’ll happen.”
His words were kind, his voice gentle. Aimee had to clench her jaw to keep from crying. Time stretched out before her like an endless road. It would be hours before she’d be back home with William, safe and sound. Many hours and many opportunities for something to go wrong.
“Hey, Aimee,” Matt said. He lifted a hand toward her cheek, then checked the movement. “It’s going to be okay.”
She lifted her chin. “Don’t do that. Don’t spout meaningless promises to me. I need to know what I’m up against. What if the kidnapper doesn’t bring William? What if my baby’s cold, or hungry—?” She bit her cheek. Control, she reminded herself.
“Whoa. You can’t worry about any of that. And remember, being scared is normal. You’re very brave.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m the bravest woman on the planet, driving up this remote mountain to rescue my baby from a kidnapper.” Tears stung her eyes and a lump lodged in her throat.
She was so not brave.
“Matt. I’m so scared.” She touched his sleeve, and then squeezed the material in her fist.
A tender look softened his sculpted features. “Listen to me. You are the bravest woman on the planet. And—” He paused for a second. “Bill was the luckiest man in the universe. Aimee, I—”
“Don’t—” She stiffened and held up her hands. “Please. Don’t start. I have to think about William. I can’t afford to get all emotional about what happened to Bill.”
Matt’s expression closed down. He nodded. “Yeah. Best to hate me for one thing at a time,” he said flatly.
She caught what appeared to be sadness in his dark eyes before he averted his gaze. His words and the look surprised her. It wasn’t like Matt to feel sorry for himself.
He shrugged it off and climbed out of the Hummer, pulling a daypack out with him. Then he leaned his forearms on the driver’s-side door. “I put on the emergency brake. Don’t forget to release it before you head out.”
“I’ve ridden ATVs in these hills all my life. I can handle this Hummer.”
He nodded matter-of-factly. “I’ve got my route planned out. Going straight up, it’ll take me about fifteen to twenty minutes to reach the rendezvous point. If you drive no faster than fifteen miles per hour, we should arrive at about the same time, since this maintenance road snakes back and forth, and the terrain is getting rougher. Just stay on it. Don’t get lost.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Aimee, I can’t stress too strongly how dangerous this man could be. If anything—anything—goes wrong, you have to turn the Hummer around and head down the mountain as fast as you can. With or without William. Understand?”
“No. I don’t understand. There’s no way I’m going anywhere without my baby.”
“Listen to me. I have to know that you’ll do as I say. I promise you, you won’t have to deal with him. I’m going to ambush him. I don’t expect anything to go wrong, but if something does, I have to know you’ll follow my orders. Do what I say. I can’t do my job—I can’t rescue William—if I have to worry about you. Your baby will be safe. I swear.”
Aimee frowned, studying his face. There was something else—something he wasn’t telling her. He wouldn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he stared down at his clasped hands.
Suddenly she understood. “You don’t think he’s bringing William, do you?”
His head ducked lower for an instant. Then he straightened.
“Do you?” Aimee grabbed his hand before he could remove it from the car door. She