The Colonel's Widow?

“It’s only been two weeks since she called off the search. Fifteen days! And he’s already managed to send a man after Matt and put a plan into place to kidnap Mindy. That’s why I knew I had to call you. He was obviously watching Matt. He knew the instant Irina called him. Hell, he knew before she got in touch with Matt. I’m thinking Novus knew she was calling off the search as soon as we did.”

“That’s not possible,” Rook snapped.

“It is if he’s got a mole on the inside. Look how he got to Mindy and used her to get to me. The SOB was watching her. He knew she was pregnant, something neither Irina nor I knew.”

“You can’t think that one of the BHSAR specialists is working for Novus.”

Irina stepped into the room.

“Would you listen?” Deke snapped. “My helicopter was sabotaged on the ranch. Right there in front of the hangar.”

“Sabotaged?”

“Rook! Deke!” Irina hissed. “There is someone outside. He’s armed.”

“What?” Both men jumped up. Deke grabbed a fireplace tool and shoveled ash over the flames. “Where?”

“At the edge of the woods outside the kitchen window.”

“Did he see you?” Rook asked.

She shook her head. “Not when I saw him. The lights were off. Maybe while I was making the tea.”

“I thought you said you weren’t followed,” Rook flung at Deke.

“I wasn’t. You?”

“Absolutely not. Are they Secret Service?”

“I’ve got a team on alert, but they won’t approach until I call them.” Deke cursed. “See? This is what I’ve been trying to tell you—”

“Who’d you tell about the cabin?”

“Just Dan Taylor. Today.”

“Then how in hell did they find us? LoJack?”

“No way. I swept the SUV before I picked up Irina.”

“But not after? If what you said about a traitor in BHSAR is true, someone could have tapped your car while you were inside.”

Deke cursed and crossed the room. He peered through the corner of the wooden blinds.

Rook shook his head. “No matter. Too late now. Are there still automatic weapons in the safe?” he asked as he walked over to the metal safe set into the far wall.

“Yeah, plenty. I can’t see anything out there.”

Rook dialed in the code and opened the heavy door. He reached in and pulled out two machine guns, along with several magazines of ammunition. “Wow,” he breathed. “You’ve upgraded.”

Deke walked back over to the fireplace. “HK 416s,” Deke said. “Secret Service gave me those after you disappeared. Part of their commitment to protecting Irina. You should find some super-hot night-vision goggles in there, too. And several flash grenades.”

“Nice.” Rook examined one of the 416s briefly and efficiently. His ease with handling the big weapon sent chills down Irina’s spine.

Deke pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He spoke a few words and hung up. “The Secret Service team will be here in less than twenty.”

“Hand me a com unit. And don’t we have some Tasers around here?”

Deke had already pulled a small wired box out of his pocket. “Pocket Tasers and handcuffs are stowed in the duffel bag I brought in.”

Irina watched them in awe. They hadn’t seen or talked to each other in two years, yet they worked completely in synch, anticipating each other’s needs. Their calm efficiency was reassuring and yet profoundly frightening at the same time.

As he grabbed the com unit and inserted the earpiece, Rook nodded at Irina. “You’re going to the basement.”

“Wait. I can take the Sig. I can help—”

“Now!” He pointed a finger at her. “And don’t open the door until you hear my signal. There’s a Glock down there, with plenty of extra ammo. Remember the safe word?”

She nodded stiffly, nearly paralyzed with fear. Years ago, when Rook had bought the cabin, he’d extended the basement to the barn and turned it into a safe room, reinforced with steel.

Since the barn was downhill from the cabin, a short tunnel was all that was necessary to join the two buildings. A door at the far end of the basement joined the back wall of the barn.

He’d gone over a long list of precautions with her. His insistence on such extensive safety measures had spooked her at the time, but they’d never had to use any of them.

For her, Rook’s very presence had always meant safety. But no more. The man standing in front of her with cold determination hardening his face was not the same man she’d married.

“Go!” he barked.

“Don’t—” she choked out through her constricted throat “—don’t get killed.”

ROOK DECIDED to follow Irina down the stairs from the pantry to the basement. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He’d see for himself that she was securely locked in the basement safe room.

He didn’t touch her—he didn’t have to, to know that she was shivering with fear and confusion. That and more radiated from her like a fever. He couldn’t blame her, but he couldn’t reassure her, either.

He wanted to tell her how sorry he was. Wanted to somehow explain. But even if he could form the words, they were meaningless. Mere words couldn’t make up for what she’d been through.

Hell, nothing could.

He opened the basement door and stepped back to let her pass. She went through the reinforced metal door and pushed it almost closed, then paused, peering at him through the narrow opening.

Long ago, he’d promised her that she would never be afraid again. He’d promised himself that she’d never have cause to regret marrying him. He’d broken both promises.

“Why?” she whispered, as if she knew his thoughts. “Why did you let me believe you were dead? All this time—”

He clenched his jaw. “Not now, Rina.”

She recoiled slightly, as if dodging a blow.

He’d hurt her again. More. It seemed that all he’d ever be able to do from now on was hurt her.