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guy hates you and wants to take it out on me, and I can’t go to the police because this jerk has them on his payroll. My nice friend, Deputy Fred, is working for this guy.”
“According to Marco, yes.” He would give anything to take away the betrayal on her face. To remove the danger to her life. “All law enforcement is off the table if we want to be one hundred percent sure of your safety.”
“Seriously? Even the FBI?”
He swallowed, bile in his throat. This wasn’t how he’d pictured their reunion. “We can’t go to them or anyone else. We’re on our own, Jessa.”
“And he’ll spare my son if we take him someplace out of the way?” Jessa’s voice caught, but she had so much strength. She was a mother protecting her child, but she was still listening, assessing, processing. She wasn’t trained for this, but she was handling everything amazingly well. “If I give myself to him, he’ll spare my son?”
“You’re not giving yourself up.” Cole barked.
“We won’t let anyone hurt you,” Burke assured her. “I believe him about not wanting Caleb involved. He would have blown up the house before we fled if he didn’t. We need to get the baby someplace safe. I know you aren’t going to like this, but we have friends, powerful friends. They’ll absolutely protect Caleb. And we’ll protect you.”
He reached for her, but she pulled back. “I don’t like any of this, Burke. But I don’t seem to have a choice. It’s just me and Caleb. My parents won’t lift a finger to help us. My only friend here turns out to be working for the enemy. You two are my only option. I want to talk to these friends of yours. Call them. I can’t just turn over my son to anyone.”
Cole made the call, murmuring, “Gavin James will reassure you, baby. You’ll want to talk to Hannah, his wife, too.”
Burke watched Jessa as she glared at Cole, hand outstretched for the phone. They’d brought her to this place. God, she was never going to forgive them.
He made a right turn toward the highway that would lead them back to D.C. Gavin would come. Dex and Slade, his brothers, would do anything to protect Caleb, too. Hannah would cuddle and love their boy as soon as she heard the story. And if the worst happened, and none of them made it, the James family would take care of Caleb.
Burke resisted the urge to drive his fist through the windshield. God, he wanted to know his son. He’d already missed out on months of Caleb’s life, and now he had to give the boy up? For how long—days? Weeks? He refused to think it could be longer. Or forever. And the thought of Jessa in danger made him even more insane. He began to understand Cole’s violent streak.
His mind wandered as the miles flew by, images of Jessa laughing played through his brain. Happier times.
Would she ever smile for them again?
* * * *
One year earlier – New York City
Jessa hurried inside the little Mexican place, her portfolio in one hand. She was running late, but she couldn’t help the smile on her face. The last few days had been amazing. Burke and Cole had spent Christmas Day with her, taking her for breakfast and lunch, then sitting in the bar while she worked the night shift. They’d had to work the next day. According to her friends on the maid staff, they had been at the hotel for a week, coming and going at odd hours of the night. She wasn’t sure exactly what they did for a living. They had told her something about the import export business, but she just couldn’t see them behind desks. They had too much energy. They were too…dangerous.
She hadn’t figured them out yet.
And she might never. She really didn’t care why they were here. She was just damn happy they were. The restaurant was loud, vibrant, and proudly proclaimed that they sold the largest margaritas in Manhattan.
“Jessa!” Burke stood up, waving her over to the small table he and Cole had claimed.
With a smile, she made her way toward them,