night shift and was driving right by her place.
“Someone’s trying to break in.”
That was the only thing Addison had managed to say before the line went dead. There was no bad weather to cause a dead phone line. No maintenance that he’d heard about. Just the frantic one-line message.
Reed hadn’t been sure what to expect when he arrived at the small country house Addison had recently inherited, but he’d parked by her mailbox, twenty yards or so from the house so that the sound of his truck engine wouldn’t alert anyone. Even with the extra precaution, Reed had figured this would turn out to be a false alarm. Or else he’d find Addison cowering inside while some would-be burglars were making their escape.
But he definitely hadn’t expected blood. Or the toppled furniture.
Maneuvering around the drops of blood, he turned the doorknob. It was unlocked. And he eased open the front door. Reed wasn’t a blood expert, but there were more drops in the foyer, and it looked like high-velocity spatter as if someone had been hit hard.
It didn’t take him long to see that more stuff had been knocked down in the entry. A small table. The landline phone that’d been ripped from the wall.
Most noticeable, though—an empty infant car seat.
Since Addison had recently adopted a baby, the seat wasn’t unexpected, but it put a knot in Reed’s gut to see it tossed on its side like that.
Where was the baby?
And where the heck was Addison?
If it was her blood, then she’d clearly been hurt. Maybe hurt badly enough that she couldn’t even call out to him.
That didn’t help the knot in his stomach.
His backup wouldn’t be there for at least fifteen minutes, but Reed didn’t want to waste any more time in case she was bleeding out. Listening, he quietly stepped inside, pivoted, checking every visible corner of the house. No one was in his line of sight, but he heard some movement in the adjacent living room. He peered around the edge of the wall, and his heart walloped against his chest.
Addison.
There was blood on her forehead and smeared in the side of her light brown hair. Her eyes were wide, and there was a large swatch of silver duct tape covering her mouth. The same tape had been used to tie her hands and feet, but despite the restraints, she was frantically trying to crawl toward him.
Still keeping watch around them, Reed hurried to her and eased back the tape from her mouth.
“They’re upstairs,” she whispered, the words rushing out with her breath. She tried to crawl again while fighting to get her hands and ankles free.
“Who’s up there?” Reed asked, looking in that direction.
“I think they’re kidnappers.”
Hell. Sweetwater Springs wasn’t a perfect town, but he hadn’t expected kidnappers to break into someone’s house.
“Get me out of this,” Addison insisted, still fighting the tape.
Reed pulled out his pocketknife, sliced through the layers, but the moment that Addison was free, she sprang to her feet. Or rather she tried. She stumbled and probably would have fallen if Reed hadn’t caught onto her. She smacked right against him and into his arms.
Despite the nightmare of the moment, that gave him a jolt of memories. Of when they’d been married and she’d been in his arms for a totally different reason. However, Reed shoved those memories aside and instead focused on trying to hold back an injured woman who was hell-bent on barreling up the stairs where she could be killed.
Reed took her by the shoulder and forced eye contact. How many are up there? he mouthed.
She shook her head. “Two, maybe three.” Her breath broke. “I saw them on the porch, then called for help, but one of them hit me.”
That explained the blood. But not why they’d broken in.
“I heard them say something about the baby,” she added in a hoarse whisper. “Emily’s upstairs sleeping.”
Reed figured that was her adopted baby’s name. And if there were indeed two to three kidnappers trying to take the child, then he needed to get to the baby now. The only problem was, he didn’t hear any movement upstairs, and he hadn’t seen any extra vehicles when he’d driven up.
Of course, this could be just a simple burglary, and the men could have mentioned the baby to threaten Addison, to make sure she cooperated and didn’t fight back.
Addison wasn’t rich, but the house she’d inherited from her aunt might have something burglars would want, and it was off the beaten path. The men might be looking for quick cash or jewelry. Or maybe they didn’t even know that anyone would be there because the place had been empty for months. Addison had returned only a few days earlier.
Or so Reed had heard from the gossip mill.
After their bitter split, Reed had done his best to avoid any and all info and gossip about his ex.
He fired off a text to his backup and fellow deputy, Colt McKinnon, who would no doubt be arriving soon. Reed didn’t want Colt walking in on this without some kind of heads-up.
“Stay here,” Reed warned Addison when he finished the text.
She didn’t, of course. Even on good days Addison could be hardheaded, but he doubted anything short of duct-taping her again would get her to stop. Not with her baby in possible danger.
“At least stay quiet and behind me,” Reed amended.
This time she listened, but she grabbed an umbrella from a basket next to the overturned table. She was still shaky, her breathing was way too fast, but she kept up with him as he eased up the stairs. Reed had made it just a few steps from the top when the sounds stopped him cold.
Footsteps and whispers.
“They’re in my aunt’s old bedroom,” she muttered. “I’m using it as a temporary office.”
Better there than the nursery, but that didn’t make things safer. Burglars could still do all sorts of bodily harm—Addison’s head was proof of that—but maybe they’d leave the baby out of this.
Reed eased onto the stairwell but had to take hold of Addison when she tried to dart past him. She didn’t try to go toward the sounds in her office but rather to the room at the end of the hall.
The nursery, no doubt.
There wasn’t anyone moving around in there, not that Reed could hear anyway. The only movement was coming from the room on his right.
He shot Addison a warning glance for her to stay put, and he hoped this time she’d listen. Thankfully, she did. With a death grip on the umbrella, she waited and held her breath.
Reed was holding his breath, too, when he glanced around the edge of the door of her office. Like in the downstairs, things had been tossed and turned in here, too. There
