Soldier's Pregnancy Protocol

Suddenly the window beside Knife shattered. Erin jolted as glass shards blasted across the seat.

“What the—!” The SUV swerved as the startled driver twisted toward the smashed window.

“It’s Kincaid!” Knife brushed broken glass off his shirt and surged forward to shout to his cohort. “He’s on the roof! Shake him!”

Erin gripped the edge of the seat as their driver snatched the steering wheel hard to the left then right again. Alec’s legs slid off the passenger side of the roof, scrambling to find purchase.

Panic roiled inside her. “No!”

The driver yanked the steering wheel again. Alec slipped farther down the side of the SUV. He needed help. Her help.

Snatching off her seat belt, Erin lunged for the front seat, the driver, the steering wheel.

“Hey, get back here!” Knife grabbed the back of her shirt. She fought like a wildcat to grab the wheel, steady the SUV.

Erin heard a thump, a smack. When Knife’s hold on her suddenly fell away, she darted a glance over her shoulder.

Alec hung over the other side of the car now. He reached in through the broken window to land a punch in Knife’s jaw.

Knife’s eyes rolled back. Before the man could even slump all the way to the seat, Alec slid, feet first, through the broken window.

“Manny?” the driver called as he checked the rearview mirror.

“Manny’s taking a nap,” her rescuer said.

“Alec!” Relief swamped her so hard and fast she nearly choked on the tears.

But her relief came too soon. The driver raised an arm, turned, and leveled a gun at her.

She saw the flash from the muzzle in the same instant the ear-shattering blast rang in her ears. She screamed and curled forward to protect her abdomen.

More glass rained on her as the passenger-side window shattered.

“Get up!” Alec shouted.

She glanced up and realized the command was directed to her. He struggled to restrain the driver, keep the thug from shooting again and steer the SUV at the same time. She met Alec’s blazing blue gaze, and instant admiration stole her breath.

He hitched his head toward the front seat. “Hurry! Grab the wheel!”

Erin scrambled to suit orders to action. Somehow Alec managed to hold the SUV in one lane. But as the thug struggled with Alec, the man’s foot moved on and off the accelerator making the SUV jerk, lunge and stall. They drifted toward the next lane and swapped paint with a school bus. Alec cursed.

Heart thundering, Erin clambered into the front seat, wedged her left foot over to the accelerator pedal and wrapped her hands around the steering wheel.

Freed of needing to steady the vehicle, Alec squeezed the driver’s throat, held him immobile until the man went limp.

Erin gawked and leaned out of the way as Alec dragged the man’s body into the back seat. “Is he dead?”

“No. I want these jokers alive to answer questions.”

Erin slid into the driver’s seat and brought the SUV under control.

“You okay?” Alec asked.

“Depends. Define okay.” She met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “If I were shaking any harder, my t-teeth would rattle, and I feel like I m-might throw up, but … I’m not hurt. Does that count?”

“Can you drive for a while?” His face was hard, his gaze razor sharp.

She nodded.

“Good enough for me.” He situated the thugs on the back seat, tying their hands with the seat belt. “Take the next exit, but don’t stop. Drive until you find a place that has some privacy.”

“O-okay.” Erin flipped on her turn signal and changed lanes, heading for the exit he indicated.

Alec climbed into the front seat beside her and raised his shirt to pull out the envelope tucked in the waist of his jeans. He heaved a relieved-sounding sigh and closed his eyes.

Crisis averted. Thanks to Alec’s heroics. Erin exhaled her own relieved sigh, but her hands still trembled. She cast a sideways glance at Alec, and for a moment, she simply savored the sight of his black, windblown hair, the stark bone structure of his brow and jaw, the full cut of his mouth.

When they’d been hauling boxes last week, she’d been transfixed by his taut, muscular frame, by his intensely blue eyes. But it seemed this man’s face was perhaps the most striking, the most interesting of his features. Without being classically handsome, he had a rugged sort of appeal. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth and opened his eyes. She followed his lowered gaze to the envelope in his lap.

She scowled. “That dumb letter must be awfully important.”

He cut her a sideways glance. “It is to me.”

Harsh lines bracketed his mouth, his eyes, and spoke of hard living. A thin, pale scar on his cheek evidenced a past injury. Alec Kincaid was clearly no stranger to a dangerous lifestyle.

Her annoyance cooled when she realized the lengths to which he’d gone to rescue her. He was either the craziest man on the planet or the bravest. She’d wager on the latter.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “For helping me. Saving me.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he turned to stare out the side window, his face an emotionless mask. Finally he slanted a hooded look at her and grunted. “Your gratitude may be premature.”

Chapter 2

Following Alec’s directions, Erin pulled the SUV behind a self-storage building and cut the engine. She cast him a wary gaze across the front seat. “Now what?”

Alec scanned the area with predatory eyes. “I’m going to have a little talk with these cretins. I need to find out who they are and who sent them.”

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” Still shivering from cold and fear, Erin chafed her arms. The action drew Alec’s attention and a dark frown.

“No police.”

“What?” Erin blinked her shock. “They broke into my house, held me at knifepoint, kidnapped me, threatened to kill me…. You better believe I’m calling the cops!”

His expression grew flinty. “No. I’ll handle this.”

“Why? Are you FBI or something?”

“Or something.” Alec climbed out of the SUV and opened the back door. He checked the two unconscious men, then used the knife the first man had held at her throat to slice through the seat belt. With amazing ease and his impressive muscles taut, Alec hoisted the unconscious driver over his shoulder and carried him to the side of the self-storage building.