more than I used to make in a week before I quit Recoveries International. It doesn’t look to me as if your situation’s changed that much, even if you are filling in time by playing secretary for Jess. You’re still a snow princess. Better be on your way before that creamy skin starts to burn.”
She couldn’t afford to take offence at his tone, but a spark of desperate anger flared in her nonetheless.
“Maybe the changes in my life just don’t seem so significant in comparison to your situation.” She gazed steadily at him. “Why did you disappear, Gabe? Was it because you blamed yourself for Leo Roswell’s death?”
“Leo’s death was why I stopped being a hostage negotiator. I knew that if I hadn’t seen what Kanin was planning, the instincts I’d always relied on were gone.” His smile was brief. “As for why I dropped off the face of the earth, I don’t see how that’s any of your damn business, sweetheart.”
“Then I’d better stick to what is my business. I’m here because Jess once told me that if he was ever kidnapped, the only man he’d trust to negotiate his release would be you.”
The sunlight was so strong that Gabe’s eyes seemed a translucent amber, but just for a moment they deepened to black. She saw his jaw tighten as he took in what she hadn’t said.
“When and where?”
For the first time since she’d found him here in this nowhere spot Caro allowed her emotions to show. “Two days ago, just across the border in Mexico. His abductors snatched him while he was down there supervising construction of a new Crawford Solutions plant he’s having built.” She shook her head. “Oh, Gabe—Jess’s business partner Steve Dixon called in Kanin’s firm to handle negotiations for his release. I’m afraid something’s going to go wrong.”
“If Recoveries International’s been hired, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t be able to involve myself.” His tone was flat. “I wouldn’t have the authority to replace—”
“But that’s just it—I do,” she interrupted. “I told you I was Jess’s social secretary. That’s true, as far as it goes, but our relationship’s grown over the year and a half I’ve been working for him. A few weeks ago he asked me to marry him.”
He looked away. “Congratulations, but I don’t—”
“I said I needed time to think it over, but he still insisted on signing some document that gave me power of attorney over his affairs, which is why my choice of hostage negotiator will take precedence over Steve Dixon’s. I won’t lie to you, Gabe—I’ve decided I’m going to tell him I accept his proposal. But first I need your help to bring him home.”
His expression closed. “Jess deserves a negotiator who’ll give him a fighting chance to come out of this alive, not a burned-out case who could get him killed.”
“He deserves the man he asked for when he first suspected this day might come—” she retorted, “the man he has faith in. You’re that man, Gabe, whether you like it or not. Maybe you’ve been able to walk away from the rest of the world, but you can’t walk away from one of your oldest friends.”
“No?” His smile was humorless. “Just watch me, princess.”
She’d gambled and lost, Caro thought dully. But what had she expected? Gabriel Riggs had once called her a rich bitch, and the morning after they’d slept together she’d done everything she could to convince him that his assessment of her had been correct. She’d been insane to think that a plea for help from her would mean anything to him.
“You said Jess suspected this day might come.” About to turn away, he paused. “What made him think he was in danger of being kidnapped?”
“Nothing specific,” she said tonelessly. “Just the feeling once or twice that he was being followed. But when I suggested he hire a bodyguard, he told me he’d never wanted his wealth to curtail his life and he wasn’t going to start now. I guess that attitude made it easy for his kidnappers. The one who phoned to tell us they had Jess certainly seemed to think so.”
“You’re leaving something out.” His gaze sharpened. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He wanted the truth from her—the whole truth, Caro thought. He wanted more than she was prepared to give.
“The kidnapper who called said we’d better make sure nothing went wrong,” she said unevenly. “He said that not only was Jess’s life at stake, but that if they had to kill him they’d come after me and my baby daughter, Emily.”
She saw his eyes darken in shock and answered his question before he could ask it, knowing that her child’s whole world depended on convincing him.
“Emily is Larry’s baby, Gabe,” she lied, her gaze clear and unwavering on his. “I was already pregnant with her when I met you eighteen months ago, but before you try to tell me that as her father he’ll want to take sole responsibility for her safety, you should know that I’ve never told him what his relationship is to her—and I don’t intend to.”
She shook her head. “I told you my circumstances had changed. I’ve changed, too. I’ll do whatever I have to, to give my daughter a happy and secure life. Larry wasn’t fiancé material, and he’s not father material, either. Even if Jess hadn’t offered me a job and a place to live after my father disowned me, I still wouldn’t have approached Kanin for any kind of support in return for letting him play a part in Emmie’s life.”
“Your father disowned you?” He frowned. “Because you were pregnant, for God’s sake?”
“Because I was pregnant and I wouldn’t say who the father was. All I told him was that it wasn’t Larry. Father had been upset enough over the breakup of my engagement. If he’d known it was Larry’s child I was carrying, he would have bulldozed a marriage through, no matter what.”
She tried to smile. “William Moore always gets what he wants. As soon as he realized that this time he wasn’t going to, he told me he no longer considered me his daughter. When I ran into Jess a few weeks later, I’d just been fired from my third job in a row and I was at my wit’s end as to how I was going to survive. I’m not a princess anymore, Gabe, I’m a working single mom.”
“With a marriage proposal from a software billionaire.” There was nothing in Gabe’s voice but detachment. “When’s the handover scheduled for?”
“Sometime tonight. The Crawford Solutions jet will get us to Jess’s Mexican villa in under an hour, and we’re to be contacted there with the exact time and place. Steve Dixon’s flying down with me, although Larry and a contingent of his men are already at the villa.”
“Larry took a contingent of his men? How many is a contingent, exactly?”
Caro blinked. “I don’t know, ten or twelve. Why?”
“Because you don’t need an army to hand over a ransom, for God’s sake,” Gabe replied tersely. “You only need an army if you intend to stage a battle. Kanin’s going to pull some kind of cowboy stunt, dammit.”
“But—” She felt the blood drain from her face. “But that could get Jess killed,” she whispered, appalled. “And then his kidnappers will come after Emily, just as they threatened to.”
The desert heat and
