Soldier's Pregnancy Protocol

Alec balled the parachute and stuffed it in its pack along with the riser cords and his harness. “Let’s get moving. We still have two miles to hike, and it’ll be dark soon.”

“Two miles?” She gaped at Alec as he hoisted the parachute pack onto his back.

He gave a quick nod. “Uphill. If you’re not up to it—”

“What? You’ll leave me here to fend for myself?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

His scowl returned, and before he turned his back, she thought she saw a flicker of pain in his eyes. “If I were going to leave you behind, I’d have done that long ago. But since we’ve come this far, it looks like I’m stuck with you for the foreseeable future.”

Erin raised her chin and fought back the sting of tears. Darned hormones! She didn’t want to cry in front of Mr. Macho. “I didn’t ask to be involved in your problems! Or to have my life turned upside down by men who want to get at you through me!”

He glanced over his shoulder and sighed. His stony expression relaxed a crumb, though whether from resignation or remorse, Erin couldn’t be sure.

“You’re right. You’re in danger because of me. So I will do everything I can to protect you. But I have other objectives that need attention, and I won’t coddle or babysit you.”

She bristled. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Good.” He started climbing the steep slope. “If the hike is too difficult for you—” he paused and gave her an as-I-was-saying look “—I’ll carry you.”

His offer caught Erin off guard, landed square in her chest, leaving her speechless. Humbled. She had no doubt this man of many talents and reckless daring could carry her any distance he needed. She’d seen the ease with which he’d lifted the SUV driver at the storage building and had admired Alec’s muscular chest and arms from the first day she laid eyes on him.

And he’d obviously already carried her from the SUV to the plane while she slept. The idea taunted her. She had no business entertaining thoughts of getting close to a man with a lifestyle as full of danger as Alec’s, but there it was. His drop-dead physique, shocking blue eyes and breathtaking heroics on her behalf were a potent mix.

“I can handle two miles.” She fell in step behind him, sticking close despite his quick pace. The sinking sun drew the shadows of the trees and mountaintops in ever-deepening pockets of darkness. The sound of her own labored breaths—Alec didn’t seem winded in the least, darn him—blended with the crack of twigs and shuffle of leaves as nocturnal creatures stirred in the settling night.

The frosty bite of the air at this higher elevation burrowed to Erin’s bones. Before long, she couldn’t control the chattering of her teeth or the shivering in her limbs. “H-how much farther? I’m fr-freezing.”

Alec stopped and faced her. “Not far.”

He raked a measuring scrutiny over her and stepped toward her. “How’s your head?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he chose that moment to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to his chest. He chafed his hands along her arms and back in brisk strokes. With her nose pressed against his chest, the tangy scent of soap and man surrounding her and his calloused hands moving over her, all rational thought fled. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. Relying on Alec for support and warmth seemed as natural as breathing.

Even with her nap earlier, she was bone-tired, and she savored the chance to rest. She knew fatigue was normal for a woman in her condition, even before factoring in the kind of emotional and physical extremes she’d been through today.

“Erin?” Grasping her shoulders, he pushed her to arm’s length, and she lamented the lost warmth of his body against hers. He peered down at her, his eyes cutting like lasers through the gathering darkness. “Can you make it just a little farther? The entrance to the safe house is just over the next ridge.”

“Is there anything to eat at this safe house?”

He grunted. “The food thing again? Do you always eat this much?”

His sarcasm nettled her. After all, she’d tried several times to explain the reason behind her huge appetite, and he’d been so busy ordering her around, he hadn’t listened. She brushed past him. “I promise not to eat more than my share.”

She heard the scuff of rocks as he followed her up the hill.

“I keep a couple months’ supply of food up here along with clothes, ammunition, batteries. Whatever I think I might need.”

A chill that had nothing to do with the cold tingled down her spine. “Ammunition?”

“I have to be prepared for anything.” His grim tone and stark warning were reminder enough of his dubious, dangerous existence. And the jeopardy she was in by association with him.

Hardly the peaceful, low-profile life she’d imagined for herself when she moved to Cherry Creek.

They cleared a grouping of trees, and the fading sunlight cast a dim glow over a deep crevasse and the moss-speckled granite face of the mountain on the other side.

Erin looked left and right. The trail, such as it was, seemed to hit a dead end. “Which way?”

“Straight,” he said, moving around her and toward the narrow ravine.

She gave him a humorless laugh. Fatigue, cold and her pounding head were making her sick to her stomach again. “Um, in case you missed it … there’s a big gulch there.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s why there’s a bridge.” Alec started down the slope toward the ravine.

“There is?” She inched forward but saw nothing except a few ropes strung across the gaping space to the rocky slope on the other side. A knowing quiver started in her gut. No.

“Don’t tell me those sorry, rotten-looking bits of twine are the bridge you’re talking about!”

But before she’d finished protesting, Alec put one foot on the bottom rope and gave it a test bounce. The bridge creaked but held his weight. “It’ll hold. You go first.”

Laughter borne of terror and disbelief bubbled up from her chest. “You’re crazy! There’s got to be another way across.”

Heaving a sigh that said she was wearing on his patience, Alec’s shoulders drooped, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s like this, swee … uh … Erin. In about five minutes, it will be completely dark. You won’t be able to see where you’re putting your feet. This bridge is the only way to get to the safe house, and I, for one, don’t intend to freeze my butt off out here after dark.” He climbed up to where she stood again and tipped his head toward the ropes. “We don’t have time for you to be a chicken about this.”

Her spine straightened. “Excuse me! I’ll have you know that I’ve—”

Alec clapped a hand over her mouth. “Spare me the indignant tirade and hustle your pretty buns out there before we lose all our daylight.”

She glared at him. She was no chicken! She’d hung with Bradley on even the wildest of his adventures. Just because she voiced a bit of skepticism and wanted to explore other options didn’t mean she was chicken!

Pulling away from his grip, she peered over the edge of the crevasse into the fathomless shadows. Her heartbeat skittered. Bock, bock. Okay, so she was a little scared. But Bradley used to tell her a little fear was good. It kept you sharp, alert, careful.

“Hold the top ropes for balance, and take it slow and steady.”

She snorted. “No kidding.”

Trembling so hard she was sure her tremors alone would throw her off balance, Erin eased out on the taut rope. She focused on the few inches right in front of her and nothing else. Despite the frigid temperatures, sweat beaded on her face, her back.

One step. One more. On some level, she was aware of the soothing tone of Alec’s voice behind her. He maintained a litany of encouragement, talking her across, praising her every step. His baritone voice lulled her and filtered deep into the cracks in her soul.

When she reached the far side and had scrambled several feet from the edge, her gelatin legs collapsed beneath her. Erin hugged her knees to her chest and gasped deep breaths of icy air, while part of her gave an exulted leap of triumph. She’d done it. She watched Alec cross the ropes in five easy strides, barely wobbling on the swaying ropes. A stroll in the park for him. She groaned. Was there anything this man couldn’t do? Once across the ropes, Alec dug in the parachute pack and pulled out a collapsible knife, flicking open the blade.

Erin frowned. “What are you—?”

She gasped as he sawed through the first rope and let it fall into the crevasse. Then the next. And the next.

“What did you do that for? How are we supposed to cross that ravine without the ropes?”

“We’re not,” he said flatly. He closed the knife and stood. “But neither will anyone else, without a lot of trouble. Which is the point.” He offered her a hand up, but she only gaped at him, at the severed ropes.