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“We’re here. I can get a helicopter. Otherwise it’s an hour and a half drive to my ranch.”
    â€œThere’s no need for a helicopter,” she said. “I’ve slept most of the flight. A car will be fine.”
    â€œYou’re sure?” he asked.
    She nodded, smiling. “I’m sure.”
    His gaze did things to her. She looked away to gather her things. He ushered her out of the plane and down the steps to the tarmac.
    Two armed officers immediately approached them. “Mr. Logan, we need to question you about the kidnapping of Valentina Devereaux.”
    Zach blinked. “Excuse me?” he said.
    â€œOh, no,” Tina whispered. “This is either my brother or my security guard. Or both.” Refusing to be a victim, refusing to allow Zach to be a victim, she went into Princess-mode. “Pardon me, officer, but there’s obviously been a misunderstanding. Mr. Logan graciously allowed me to be a passenger on his jet. I was being pursued by the paparazzi and he provided me with a safe escape.”
    The uniformed men exchanged glances. “His Majesty, Stefan Devereaux, insists you were taken against your will.”
    â€œHis Majesty is mistaken,” she said, lifting her chin. “I am here and this is where I wish to be.”
    â€œGive me a minute,” one of the officers said.
    The two men exchanged an extensive whispered conversation, then turned toward her. One pulled out a cell phone. “Clear it with His Majesty. I don’t want a diplomatic incident on my head,” the man said with a southern drawl.
    â€œClear it,” she echoed, unable to keep the indignation from her voice. “I’m an adult. I don’t have to clear this with any—”
    â€œTina, make the call or I’ll be here all night,” Zach said.
    Giving a heavy sigh, she took the officer’s phone, stabbed out her brother’s personal cell number and waited. One ring. Two rings. He damn well better pick up, she thought.
    â€œStefan,” the male voice finally announced. Two seconds later, he swore. “What the hell are you doing, Valentina?”
    â€œI’m visiting Texas by my own free will,” she said. “I sent both you and Rolfe a text message explaining my plans.”
    â€œThe paparazzi said you were carried out of a museum by a madman,” Stefan said.
    â€œHe was protecting me,” she said.
    â€œHumph,” Stefan said, disbelief oozing through his voice. “Who is this Zachary Logan?”
    She paused a half beat, then decided to break the news. “He’s the father of my baby.”
    Silence followed. “So it’s true,” Stefan said, his voice turning hard. “Tina, how could you?”
    She bit her lip at the disapproval in his voice. “The usual way,” she said.
    Stefan let out a litany of oaths.
    She narrowed her eyes and interjected. “I’m putting you on speaker phone for the armed officers so there won’t be a need for Zachary Logan to be detained.”
    The litany abruptly stopped.
    â€œSo, Stefan, we now agree that there has been a terrible misunderstanding and I have not been kidnapped. Correct?”
    â€œCorrect,” he said in a clipped voice.
    â€œAnd just for the benefit of the kind officers, please state your name,” she said.
    â€œTina,” he said, with a warning note in his voice.
    â€œYou’re the one who pushed the kidnapping charges,” she said.
    Stefan cleared his throat. “Stefan Edward Henri Jacques the fifth.”
    â€œThank you, Stefan,” she said and he hung up. “Good luck,” she whispered, thinking of her sweet, but spoiled sisters.
    Zach glanced down at her. “Ready to go?”
    â€œYou have no idea,” she said.
    He slid his hand behind her back and steered her toward the private terminal. “I’ve heard of overprotective older brothers, but—”
    â€œHe’s