Dangerous Testimony

Marco shook his head. “No, no law breaking unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“That doesn’t reassure me.”

“And this doesn’t reassure me,” Marco said, waving an arm toward the broken kitchen window. “This could have gone very bad if that was a fragmentation grenade.”

A fragmentation grenade? Candace didn’t even want to know what sort of damage that might have done. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. The two men were eyeing each other like angry bears.

“We’d like to go with Marco,” she said to Ridley. “For now, I think that would be best.”

Ridley was shaking his head, still staring Marco down. “We’ll step it up. You do your part by staying out of the way.”

He folded his arms across his muscled torso, his expression stone cold. “Sorry, but I’m not answering to you when it comes to the safety of my girls.”

My girls? Was that how Marco saw them? Her initial flush of pleasure at the thought surprised her and awakened guilt right alongside. She and Tracy were Rick’s girls. Always. She would not let any man take that away, not even Marco.

No time to worry about that now. There were more pressing matters at hand.

“We’d like to go now,” Marco was saying.

Ridley started to answer when they heard a phone ringing from inside the house. Through the broken window they heard the answering machine pick up.

“Four rings,” said the voice, before it cut off.

The breath was squeezed right out of her. Four more rings to go and she would be dead at Rico’s hands.

Marco snaked an arm around her shoulders and gripped her tight.

“Like I said, they’re on my watch now,” he said, firing the challenge at Ridley.

She allowed the feel of Marco’s strong palm to keep her from flying away into panic. She didn’t want to rely on him, especially since his presence sent her feelings into a confusing spiral, but right at that moment she didn’t see how she would make it without him.

My girls?

Later, she vowed. Later she would straighten out her relationship with Marco. Right now, she would do what was necessary to keep her daughter safe from Jay Rico and his gang of murderers.

SIX (#u506f236f-e42f-5331-ba20-9ece899d158b)

Marco finally got Candace and Tracy into his truck and on the road. Tracy fell asleep almost immediately with her arm curled around Bear in the backseat. He rewound the tape in his memory.

My girls. He’d actually said that and noticed the startled flicker in Candace’s eyes.

It’s a mission, he reminded himself, like all the others. During the course of his career, he’d gone on too many missions to count, from counter narcotics operations in South America to dismantling enemy compounds in the Hamrin Mountains in Iraq. He’d stood side by side with brave men in sniper squadrons and assault teams, and his resolve to succeed and keep his military family safe had never wavered. The same determination flooded him now. That was it—resolve, nothing more.

He blinked back to the present at Candace’s question.

“Where are we headed?”

“To a beach house. Buddy of mine owns it.”

“A beach house where?”

“Angel Vista, a village up the coast. North of Long Beach. Angela’s coming, too, to help with Tracy. Brent and Donna are staying with your mom to run the office and keep an eye on her, since the first threat was delivered there.”

“And how many SEALs will be joining us?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “How many would you guess?”

“I don’t know, twenty?”

“Doesn’t take twenty SEALs to get a job done.”

“Oh, right,” she said. “I forgot you are all invincible.”

“I prefer to think of it as well trained and outrageously skilled.”

She laughed and he was thrilled to hear it. It’s what they needed to do, keep the conversation casual, light, away from his earlier remark in front of Ridley.

“Lon will stay and protect my mom?”

“Yes, and he’s going to eat well, for sure.”

Candace nodded thoughtfully, peeking behind her to check on the sleeping Tracy. “Marco,” she said.

He knew what was coming and kept his gaze riveted out the front window. “Yes?”

“We love you, Tracy and I—you know that, don’t you? I mean,” she added quickly, “you’ve been amazing to us, through Dad’s death and with my mom and sisters. All of the Gallaghers love you.”

He nodded, breath held.

“But I need Tracy to remember Rick as her father and I need...” She twisted a finger in the hem of her shirt. “Well, that’s just the way it is. Do you understand? I don’t want her to be confused.”

He nodded. “I did not mean to overstep. I’m going to take care of you, that’s all I meant.”

She seemed to relax a fraction. “Thank you.”

Since he didn’t want to deal with the pang of embarrassment, he focused on the road. They aren’t your girls, Quidel. Don’t get it confused. Candace was a spirited, stubborn, intelligent woman who needed him only for protection and nothing more.

So why did his skin prickle when her arm brushed against his? And what was the reason he wanted to run his fingers through her curly hair and feel the weight of it?

He blinked. You had that once, remember? Marco believed marriage was a forever commitment, and he’d had his one chance with the love of his life. It ended in disaster because he had failed Gwen.

But he wasn’t going to fail Candace.

Checking the rearview for the dozenth time, he reassured himself that Rico’s men had not followed them. There had been a car some three miles back, but nothing further.

His Bluetooth signaled a call.

“Chief.”