looked up and she pretended not to notice the sheen in his eyes, but she lost part of her heart to him then and there.
Or was that the part that had always been his?
“We need to leave now.” His voice broke a bit.
She lifted the diaper bag with the stockings, then remembered the kids’ presents. “Will we return in time for Christmas?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll be right back.” Kat handed Lanie over to Logan and raced into her bedroom.
She tugged a small bag from her closet, filled with a few toys and clothes she’d collected at yard sales over the summer. It wasn’t much, but at least they’d have something for Christmas. She hurried back to the living room where a panicked Logan held their screaming daughter, tears raining down her face. Hayden ran in circles around them.
Logan tried rocking Lanie, his movements awkward, but she just wailed louder. “She won’t stop.”
Rafe knocked on the door, then stepped inside. “Hunter called. Sergei and three men are heading this way. ETA fifteen minutes.”
“Take the bags and put them in the SUV,” Logan ordered Rafe.
His certain tone stopped Lanie’s tears. She blinked up at him.
Logan stroked her cheek. “You like your men more decisive, huh? Okay, we’re out of here.”
She cocked her head sideways and plopped her thumb in her mouth.
He held out the baby to Kat, who had grabbed a kicking Hayden. “Trade you.”
“Gladly.” She took Lanie, and they ran out the door. “We need car seats.”
“Done. Rafe put them in the backseat.” An identical SUV idled behind the black monstrosity Rafe had driven.
She sent him a questioning glance.
“Decoy.” He put Hayden into the backseat, nearly smacking his son’s head on the underside of the roof in his rush, then fumbled with the latches. “These are not meant for fast getaways, and we’re out of time.”
Kat shoved him aside. “Give Hayden his toy. I’ll do it.”
She settled the kids and slid into the front seat. Her heart raced. “How far away are the king’s men now?”
“Ten minutes.”
Logan quickly pulled out and took an indirect route back to the highway. He glanced at the kids. Hayden’s eyes had closed almost as soon as they started driving.
“He’s already asleep?”
“Hayden has two speeds. Dangerous and comatose.”
Lanie snuggled with her blanket and stared out the window at the passing winter landscape. Eventually, her head started to nod, too.
Logan turned the SUV north on a secondary road, leaving the heavy Houston area traffic behind. Despite frequent mirror checks, he became increasingly edgy.
After a few miles of silence, his knuckles had turned white. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” he asked. “I could have been here to help you before this. I could have protected the twins and you.”
“Don’t put that on me, Logan,” she whispered, the past hurt peeling away at her heart. “You sent me away.”
He shook his head. “That’s not the way I remember it. You left a note at the hotel! A damn note—” Logan looked over his shoulder at the kids.
Lanie stared back, her eyes bright with tears.
He lowered his voice. “A note that said nothing. You vanished, Kat. I tried to find you. I tracked down where you used to live. You’d quit your job, left your apartment. You went into hiding. What was I supposed to think? Please, Logan, keep looking for me?”
Lanie reacted to the tension in the car and whimpered, her bottom lip quivering.
Kat glanced back at their children. “Logan, please, we can’t do this now.”
“You’re right,” he said, staring into the rearview mirror. “We have company.”
“What?” She whipped around. A large SUV barreled up behind them.
Logan sped up, but the other vehicle matched their speed then slammed into the back with a jolt. Hayden and Lanie cried out in fear. Logan held the steering wheel tight and somehow managed to keep them on the road.
Everything in Kat called to comfort her kids, but saving their lives came first. She squinted through the back windshield. “I can’t see who it is,” she said. “Their windows are tinted.”
Her entire body shook with anger. Her children were innocent. She gripped Logan’s arm. “What can I do?”
He looked at her, a flash of approval in his eyes. “A van just cut them off. Switch places with me before they catch up again. I’ll try to take them out from the backseat.”
Logan shoved the center console up so they could maneuver across the bench seat. He scooted from behind the wheel. Kat unhooked her seat belt, scrambled over him and took control.
“Floor it,” he said, lifting his foot from the accelerator. He bent down and pulled a military-looking rifle from beneath the seat. He shoved a clip into it and pocketed a second.
The truck rammed them again. The kids screamed louder.
“Hayden, Lanie, there’s going to be some loud noise and bangs so we’re going to hide. Okay?” Kat said.
Hayden curled over his truck, then looked at his sister. “We playing seek and go hide,” he whispered. Lanie put her thumb in her mouth and curled down like him.
“They’re amazing,” Logan said as he reached over her to flip a switch. The back window rolled down partway while Logan crawled over the second seat and into the back.
Hayden popped his head up to watch his father. “Daddy gots a big gun!”
Kat’s stomach dropped at her son’s curiosity. She struggled to keep the vehicle on the road and maintain her cool—for the kids’ sake.
“Hide, Hayden. Hide for Mommy.”
Hayden rolled up into a small ball. “Daddy ‘tect you, Lanie. Don’t be ascared.”
Kat wanted to hold them in her arms, but she couldn’t. Her gaze swept back to the road and she gasped. She bore down on a slow-moving station wagon and swerved around it. A semi barreled toward them. Her heart lurched and she screeched back into her lane. The truck blared its horn.
“Keep it steady,” Logan yelled over the icy winter wind whistling through the vehicle. “They’re coming up fast.”
Bullets sprayed from his rifle. The kids cried out in terror.
