other people in danger. Especially you, Noah. I have to stop the madness before I get you killed.”
He said nothing to that, but his jaw tightened, and she knew he wanted to argue the point with her, or maybe…maybe not believe her. She couldn’t blame him. “I have no more secrets from you,” she promised. “I’ve told you everything.”
“Bailey…are you sure Alan didn’t warn you about this, about any of it?”
“No. He just went on his trip like always—Wait.” She closed her eyes to remember exactly. They’d been standing in the foyer of their home, Alan holding his bag as he’d left for his fateful hunting trip. “He was different that time. More somber, lingering to talk when normally he couldn’t wait to leave.”
She remembered being surprised by that, and by the tight hug he gave her. He’d pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes, something he hadn’t done in a very long time. And then he’d said, “Whatever you need after I’m gone. I’ve kept it all safe, Precious.” She repeated the words.
Noah didn’t say anything for a long beat, and she opened her eyes.
His were on her, dark and speculative. “He called you Precious?”
She thought about that, and suddenly, like a one-two punch to her gut, it dawned on her. “Oh, my God.”
“What?”
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “He never called me Precious.” He’d never called her any affectionate pet nick-name, nothing but her given name.
But he had made up pet names for all his houses, all his resorts. “Oh, my God, Noah.”
“Tell me.”
“When they told me about the money, I remembered he just kept safes in his various suites. I figured the house was too obvious, but…” She shook her head. “But he had nick-names for his places, each and every one of them. And the house, our house, he called it—”
“Precious,” they said together.
“Yes…” She clutched his shirt. “We’ve got to get back. Kenny was right, it’s not what I thought. None of it is what I thought.” She gulped hard, then shook her head to clear it. “I’ve been on a wild goose chase. And…” She let out a helpless laugh. “And I’ve led the bad guys on a wild goose chase.”
As she said that, there was movement on the top floor of the hotel. A sliding glass door of the supposedly deserted penthouse suite opened.
A figure stepped out.
Stephen.
He looked down at them, right at them, and even from this distance Bailey had no trouble reading the malice and hate directed toward her. “Noah.”
“I see him.” She felt his hand settle on her arm as he leaned forward and spoke to the cab driver.
The cab driver nodded and pulled away. They were going, and she’d never been so glad to leave any place in her life.
Chapter 23
Maddie sat behind her desk at Sky High Air, working her keyboard, her cell phone, and her radio all at the same time, twisting in her chair to work a second keyboard as well. She was lining up her chicks: Noah was in a cab on the way to the Cabo airport, Shayne was due to land there any second, where they would hook up with each other, get Bailey out of Baja, and presumably all would be well.
A job well done.
But all her jobs were well done. She always saw to that. Perfection was incredibly important to her. Some called her anal, some called her obsessive, some just called her a cold-hearted bitch.
She could be all of the above, she knew, but that was fine with her. She didn’t care what people thought.
Brody came out of his office, and she had to revise that, because she did care what he thought.
Of her.
Too bad he was a stubborn ass and never let a thing slip.
He walked as though he didn’t give a shit what people thought either, and she knew he didn’t. His stride was long-legged, easy, confident; all tall, dark and completely one hundred percent attitude-ridden as he headed directly toward the vending machine at the end of the hallway.
That he was doing so didn’t tell her a thing about his mood because he headed to the vending machine several times a day, always for a soda and something with milk chocolate, though in a pinch, dark chocolate would do.
Sometimes, in the deep, dark of the night, she had dreams about that, about covering herself in chocolate, just to see what he would do.
In her dreams, he licked it off.
All of it.
Every inch…
He was facing the vending machine, feet spread, hands on either side of the machine as he studied his choices. His shirt was stretched taut across his shoulders, his jeans soft and faded, fitted to his extremely nice butt. Then he unexpectedly glanced at her over his shoulder and caught her staring. “What?” he said.
“Nothing.”
He frowned. “You’re all flushed.”
“Just a little hot.” For you.
“Well, take a damn break. We’re not slave drivers here.”
“Right.” She slipped out of her sweater, which left her in an admittedly fabulous silky little tank that clung to her curves. She knew this because she’d picked it for this very reason. Plus, it was the same pale, pale blue as her eyes.
Also on purpose.
She had great eyes, and she lowered them now, then peeked at Brody from beneath her lashes.
He was staring at her, a slight scowl on his lips. When he realized she was still looking at him, he didn’t quickly turn away, or show any sign of being embarrassed to be caught staring.
That was probably because the man was never embarrassed about anything.
To have half that confidence and not have to fake the other half. “Oh,” she said casually, running a hand over her breast and down her belly. “Do I have something on me?”
“No.” He jammed his money into the vending machine. “I tried calling you last night. I couldn’t log onto the computer here. You weren’t home.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Figured you were on a date.”
If that was a fishing expedition, he was going to come up empty-handed. “You didn’t call my cell.”
“Didn’t want to bother you.” That said, he went back to studying his selection choices, as if he hadn’t done the same exact thing twice already today.
Damn stubborn mule. She tossed her earphones to the desk. A break. He was right, she needed a break.
She needed to break something right over his clueless head.
To keep from doing just that, she drew a deep breath, picked the earphones back up and tried to call Noah for his ETA, but got nothing. “Damn it.”
Brody stopped dealing with the vending machine and came close, his gaze on her face. “What is it?”
“Probably nothing.”
“But maybe something. Tell me.”
“Noah isn’t answering his cell.”
“Shit.”
The Baja landscape didn’t exactly whirl past them as the cab driver made his way toward the airport.
“Andale,” Noah said. Faster.
The cabby nodded but didn’t speed up, and Noah resisted the urge to tear his hair out one strand at a time. He looked at Bailey, who was sitting with her hands clenched, mouth tight, eyes worried. “We’ll get there,” he promised.
She nodded.
With a sigh, he slipped an arm around her and pulled her closer, pressing his mouth to her temple. “We will.”
“I know.” In his arms, she relaxed some, and the marvel of that was never going to get old.
“Nos estan siguiendo.”
Noah looked up and met the cab driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. They were being followed. Well, that was just perfect. He whipped around and indeed saw a dark SUV working its way around traffic to keep up with them. “Rapidamente.” He couldn’t stress enough the need to hurry, but neither did he want to risk having the cab driver pull over and kick them out. “Mas rapidamente.”
Again, the cabby nodded but didn’t speed up. In all fairness, he couldn’t. They w
ere on a two-lane highway, with a huge rickety old truck weaving down the road in front of them, the back loaded to the brim with goats, all bleating mournfully in the afternoon air.
Coming the other way was a steady stream of traffic as well.
The cabby caught Noah’s eye in the rearview mirror again and helplessly shrugged.
“What?” Bailey asked, gripping Noah’s arm. “What’s the matter?”
The goat truck veered off to the right, and the cabby took his turn, revving the engine.
But nothing happened.
The cab was simply going top speed at approximately forty-eight miles an hour.
“What’s going on?” Bailey asked, searching his face. Clearly she could read him better than anyone else ever could because she looked scared. Hell. What had happened to his poker face? He was famous for it, but she seemed oblivious to the fact that no one was supposed to be able to read his thoughts and emotions like a damn book.
“El ir de la subsistencia,” he told the cabby. Keep going. They’d get to the airport, and he’d figure it out when they did.
Bailey looked behind them and gasped at the dark-windowed SUV behind them.
Finally they began passing some other streets, a residential area. Noah directed the driver into a series of turns, and at the end, miracle of all miracles, they’d lost their tail.
Finally, something going their way.
Then the cab driver met Noah’s gaze in the mirror, his filled with apology. “Gasolina de la necesidad.”
Need gasoline.
Hell. Before Noah could open his mouth to say…what, he had no freaking clue, the cab sputtered, coughed, and then stalled.
“Ohmigod, what just happened?” Bailey asked.
“A little car issue.”
“It broke down?”
“Out of gas.”
She stared at him in horror. “That’s some bad timing.”
“Princess, I couldn’t agree more.” He took in their surroundings, even as he opened his cell phone to call Maddie. No reception.
Oh, this just got better and better.
They were in front of a church, which had its doors flung open. There was a huge courtyard filled with people dressed to the hilt, laughing and clapping and dancing to a band.
It was a wedding, and everyone there was on the floor, partying hard. As far as diversions went, it wasn’t a bad one. Reaching into his pocket, Noah grabbed some cash, handed it to the cab driver, and pulled Bailey from the car.
“What are we doing?”
“Mingling.”
She looked down at their clothing. “At least we’re semi-dressed for it.”
No hysterics. His heart squeezed with pride and affection and something much, much harder to define.
Or maybe not so hard at all. He pulled her into the courtyard with one eye on the road—still no SUV. The wedding music was louder than his thoughts, and so was the crowd. No one so much as glanced at them. “Try to look like you belong,” Noah said. Bailey shot him a look that said she had no idea how to do that, so he tugged her onto the dance floor, spun her away from the street and hauled her close.
“What are we doing?” she hissed, stiff in his arms.
“Dancing.” He slid a hand down her spine. “Do it with me.” He rocked his hips into hers, moving with the music while she just stared up at him.
“You know how to dance?” she asked, clearly shocked.
“Yeah.” He shifted with her in tune to the beat, which was louder and more manic than he was used to, but then again, he didn’t spend a lot of time listening to Mexican carnival music. In either case, he had to figure it out because he was doing the dancing for the both of them.
Unbelievably, the music got louder. Bailey had to go up on tiptoe and put her mouth to his ear to speak. Since it plastered her body to his, he didn’t mind in the least.
“Do you know how to do absolutely everything?” she asked.
No, he didn’t know how to do everything. He didn’t, for example, know how to tell her he loved her.
And he did.
So much he ached.
He also didn’t know how to make her love him.
And he wanted that, he wanted that with everything he was, because when he was with her he felt alive. He felt happy. Hell, even running for their very lives, he felt those things, and he wanted to tell her. Instead, he just pulled her in closer and kept an eye on the street, sure that he could at least do as he’d promised and keep her safe.
No, that was a lie. He was pulling her closer because he couldn’t help himself. He moved with her across the floor, feeling the press and heat of the other bodies, the humid salty air, absorbing the music and the slight weight of her head against his shoulder, her body snuggling into his.
It would have been a moment to treasure for always, if it hadn’t been for the bad guys, or the ear-splitting music, or the fact that they were still in Cabo…
Damn, they had to get out of here.
“What if they see the cab and pull over?” she asked. “They can find us here.” Her fingers dug into his poncho. “We can’t bring trouble to these people, Noah. It’s a wedding.”
“I know. We won’t.” Over her shoulder, he kept checking his cell phone for reception. He needed to know exactly how far they were from the airport, and how fast they could get there.
At least if he didn’t check in with Maddie soon, Shayne would come find them. His only comfort at the moment.
Around them, guests were as loud as the music, and half of them looked plastered, with the other half well on their way. Now they were doing some sort of dance that involved hugging their partner real close and shaking everything they had.
“Let’s sneak into the back,” he said. “Maybe there’s a working phone.”
“And if there’s not?”
“I’ll liberate someone’s car and drive us.”
“Liberate? As in steal?”
“You have a better idea?”
“No.” She let out a soft laugh in his ear. “You really are a superhero.”
He was incredibly aware of her fingers, gliding up the back of his neck, sliding into his hair. Of her body, curvy and warm, pressed to his. “Not a hero. Just a man.”
Pulling back, she smiled into his face. His heart caught, and he fell even harder, if that was possible. “A man,” he said. “Who loves you.”
At that, her eyes widened, her mouth curved into a perfect little “Oh” of surprise.
“I do. I love you, Bailey.”