One Tough Marine

Her gaze softened at the sound of his voice. A hint of guilt flashed in her eyes, then disappeared as desperation took hold of her expression, even as she plastered on a bright, brittle smile.

“Hi, Luke,” she said. “Long time, no see.”

Chapter Two

Abby gazed into Luke Cooper’s familiar face, fighting tears. Despite the disastrous end to their once-close relationship, Luke Cooper had been her best friend once.

And on one bleak, emotional night, he’d become her lover.

She tamped down her sentimental thoughts with ruthless efficiency. Her world had changed since they’d last spoken. And Luke had been nowhere around when she’d needed him the most.

She’d be a fool to forget that fact.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Luke lowered the Glock he’d pulled and slipped it into the holster at his hip. “How did you get in?”

“I knocked,” she said in a feeble attempt at a joke. “I might have broken your bathroom window, too.”

A snuffling sound behind her drew Luke’s gaze to the sofa, where she’d left Stevie napping while she searched Luke’s house.

Luke’s gaze darted back to meet hers. “Yours?”

She nodded, holding her breath. Would he figure it out?

And did she want him to?

“What’s his name?”

“Stephen. I call him Stevie.” It had been Matt’s father’s name. After she’d discovered she was pregnant so soon after Matt’s funeral, everyone assumed he was the father. She’d let everyone believe the assumption; it was easier than the truth.

But Luke knew there was another possibility, didn’t he?

Luke frowned. “You brought your kid on a B and E?”

“Thought I might need backup.” She kept her voice light to hide the fact that she was feeling a little bit crazy and a whole lot desperate at the moment.

“What were you looking for?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.” It was stupid to flail around blindly while the clock was ticking on her son’s life. She should have contacted him directly as soon as an old Marine wife friend told her Luke was still living in San Diego, fifteen minutes away. This cloak-and-dagger rot was for the birds.

She just hadn’t been ready to see him again. And judging by the tremors rocking through her at the moment, she still wasn’t ready.

“Abs, what’s wrong? You’re shaking like a drunk in rehab.”

“Matt took something from somebody,” she blurted. “Somebody pretty damned big and powerful.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “Took what?”

“I don’t know!” She pressed her hands to her throbbing temples. “I don’t think they know, either. It’s like they’re on some fishing expedition and I’m the bait.”

“You have no idea who they are?”

Behind her, their raised voices had awakened Stevie. He whimpered, unsettled by the unfamiliar setting and the strange man growling at his mother. Abby ignored Luke’s question and hurried to her son. Stevie clung tightly to her, his yogurt-sticky fingers tangling in her hair. “Shh, baby, Mama’s okay.”

“Beautiful kid,” Luke murmured. “Looks like you.”

The tears she’d been fighting spilled down her cheeks. “They threatened him, Luke. If I don’t find whatever it was Matt hid, they’ll kill Stevie.”

Luke’s eyes widened with alarm. “They threatened him?”

“They were waiting for me in my apartment when I got home from work. Two men.” She sat down, no longer trusting her trembling legs to keep her upright. Luke shoved a couple of magazines aside and sat on the heavy wood coffee table in front of her. “They said Matt had stolen something important and they wanted it back. By the end of this week.”

Luke’s expression darkened.

She continued. “One spoke with a Boston Brahmin accent—but it slipped once, so I think he assumed the accent. The other guy came across as educated. A hint of a southern urban accent—probably born in a southern city but lost the accent.”

Luke’s lips curved, and she realized she was rattling on about linguistic cues in the middle of the biggest crisis of her life. “Some things never change,” he murmured.

“Everything changes,” she replied darkly. “I’m pretty sure these guys are ex-military, officer rank. SEALs or Rangers, maybe Special Forces—guys who came from tough neighborhoods but took advantage of the training and education. These aren’t goons. Whatever I’m up against, it’s big.”

Luke muttered a profanity, then shot an apologetic look at Stevie. “How does Matt figure in?” he asked, though he didn’t sound that surprised by what she was saying.

“I was hoping you’d know,” she said. “You know he didn’t tell me anything about his work.”

“This wasn’t work,” Luke said quietly.

Her heart sank. She pressed her face against Stevie’s soft cheek. “Then what?”

“The timing is interesting,” Luke added thoughtfully.

Did Luke know what Matt had hidden or where to find it? “You know something.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“But you have suspicions?”

Luke didn’t meet her eyes when he answered. “He was spending time with people I didn’t trust. People we came in contact with in the field.”

Abby realized what he meant. “A woman.”

Luke looked up sharply.

She smiled without humor. “I know he cheated on me. If that’s what you’re trying to hide—”

“Her name is Janis Meeks. Ran field ops for an organization called Voices for Villages.”

“They fund and supply infrastructure construction in Sanselmo’s poverty-stricken areas, right?”

“She and Matt—” Luke rubbed the back of his neck. “We suspected she was involved in something very bad, so I asked Matt to stay away from her. I guess he didn’t.”