“I have something on that right now,” a woman on the team called out,flagging us over to her nearby computer terminal. “I’ve hacked into Lindt’sbank account and found an unusual transaction within the last month. Here,an amount of forty-eight thousand dollars was transferred out of his savingsaccount.”“Where the hell did Lindt get forty-eight thousand dollars?” I asked.“That part’s easy, he rarely spends money on non-essentials. My bankstatements are filled with charges to different retailers, but his are nearly allsimple bills,” the woman answered. “The interesting thing isn’t that he hadthe money, it’s that it’s all of a sudden leaving his account in a lump sum.”“Any idea where the money was transferred to?” Jordan asked.“It looks like it was deposited directly into another account. Right here,”she said, pointing to the line on the screen.“I’ll go over to interview her personally,” Jordan said. “This transactionmay give us a lead on where to look next.”“I’ll go with y
I left before she could call security, which she was no doubt doing, andcalled Jordan from the elevator, even though I would see him as soon as Iarrived in the lobby. "I got the location. I know where he's taken her. We'regoing to need the helicopter fueled.""I’ll get on it. Mind telling me where we’re going?""Lake Placid."IT WAS a ninety minute flight to Lake Placid, but it felt like ninety years.The address, it turned out, wasn’t in the village, but in the woods of theAdirondack Mountains nearby.Of course. The quiet place he’d asked for.We filled all eight seats of the helicopter with the pilot, Jordan, myself,and five men from the security team.On the ride up, Jordan assigned me tasks to keep me busy and feelinguseful. I knew what he was doing, and I was grateful.First, he had me locate a field where we could land the copter. Thenearest spot was seven miles from the log cabin, so the next assignment wasarranging for a van to be delivered from Lake Placid to the fiel
21ALAYNAI WAS IN PAIN. So much pain. Every breath I took was sharp, stabbing,blinding pain.Dizzily, I staggered through the wilderness, looking for bars on thephone, looking for a place where my repeated call to Hudson's cell wouldgo through.And now I had finally gotten to him, finally heard his voice and toldhim the words I had to leave him with. I'd held out for this, fought againstloss of consciousness so he would know before I went."Let them know I loved them.”FOR THE SECOND TIME, I woke up not knowing where I was.This room was much brighter than the last one, everything white andsterile. There was a steady bleep-bleep-bleep sound that matched the blipon the heart monitor next to me. Oxygen flowed through a tube inserted atmy nose, and another tube connected my wrists to an IV drip.I turned my head to look at the other side of me, and there was Hudsonin a chair pulled up right next to the bed that I lay in, so close he'd fallenasleep leaning over on the mattress
I’d been in such a daze, stopping frequently to take breaks and try thephone. The pain coursing through my body had been blinding. My onlyfocus had been climbing upward, guessing at the direction by the feel of theincline as I stumbled along. It had felt like a decade before I’d finally heardthe phone ringing at my ear followed by Hudson’s voice.“I wasn’t sure if I really spoke to you or if it was some sort of dyingmirage,” I admitted. “Though, seeing as how I wasn’t actually dying…”“You talked to me,” he confirmed. “You called, and when I heardyou…”He choked up, a reaction I’d never seen from him before. His eyes hadgotten teary on our wedding day and at the birth of each of the babies, buthe’d never lost the ability to speak, and seeing him do so now made myheart squeeze and brought tears to my eyes.He cleared his throat, which only helped mildly. “Then when you weresaying your goodbyes...I can’t tell you what that did to me, precious. I wasdestroyed.”“I know,” I sai
I stood back, watching, keeping the twins from crawling all over theirmother, in hopes that no one noticed how many times I teared up, sooverwhelmed with gratitude. So much gratitude.After only a couple of hours, I shooed everyone out, declaring thatAlayna needed her rest, and I carried her into our bedroom, and tucked herinto bed with a pain pill.I brought my laptop in to work at her bedside, but mostly, I watched hersleep, amazed that I could watch her sleep, that she was in my bed when Itruly thought for a moment that she never would be again.How my world would have ended.She woke up later, and I served her dinner in our room. Then, after thechildren were bathed and in their pajamas, I let them all come in and gatheraround her—carefully. As a family, we watched Beauty and the Beast, theanimated version, and it was wonderful. Even Holden watchedoccasionally, when he wasn't too busy walking the edge of the bed, from myside to Alayna’s, over and over again.Brett was co
"No," she answered quickly. "He didn't touch me. But he wanted to.And I need you to help me get that memory out of my head."I wanted to know every detail of what he’d said to her, every sickening,crude comment so I could replay it in my head as many times as I knew shewould. So I could replay it and feel the misery along with her.But just because we had no more walls didn't mean we weren’trespecting boundaries. I'd given her all the keys to my life, because Iwanted her in all those spaces, but if right now she didn't want to share thispart of her nightmare, if that was a space that she needed to keep for herself,I had to let her. And I'd be here if she ever invited me in.So carrying that weight for her, with her, was not possible.But if she needed this—if she needed me—I could give her that.I let go of her hand, letting her resume her touch. She understood thecue, and moved her hand inside the fly, her skin hot against my flesh as shewrapped her fingers around my bare co
His features relaxed instantly, lips turning up into a smile. "But youfound me.""That I did."He tugged me gently into his lap, arranging me so that I wasn’t puttingany weight on the side of me with the hurt rib, while being sure not todisturb the wound on my thigh.He nuzzled his face into my neck, simultaneously slipping his handinside my robe to gently cup my breast, an intimate caress more than asexually charged one. As he kissed along my collarbone, his thumb grazedalong my nipple until it stood up, pert and proud."What are you doing out here?" I asked, my voice vibrating on the edgeof a moan."Dreaming," he said, continuing his kisses up my nape and to my jaw."This is not dreaming, Mr. Pierce. I assure you this is very real."His mouth moved up to hover above mine, then he lifted his eyes tomeet my gaze. He studied me for a moment, then chuckled to himselfbefore leaning back into the chair."What?" I played my fingers through the back of his hair."Do you remember th
I sat up excitedly, ignoring the protest of my side. If Brett really marriedone of Gwen's kids, it would tie our families together in even more waysthan we already were. I loved the idea."Which one was it?""Is there a difference? I don't know. One of them."I shook my head. "You are terrible.""I should've known his name. He was working at Pierce Industries. Hekept trying to pitch me new ideas during the boring parts of the ceremony.Some of them were actually good.""Man, wouldn’t that be amazing? Brett marrying Gwen’s son, and thetwo of them taking over your business when you retire. All of it, really.Sounds like an amazeballs future.""I hope it’s our future. But whatever future I have with you will beperfect. The only required ingredient is that you’re in it with me.”I tucked my head under his chin, and thought about what he’d said,holding his dream with him. His dream hadn’t included anything like, “Andyou didn’t have a breakdown after your next baby.” He didn’t even s