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be blown to bits when they got close.
    Heart pounding, Rocky watched Ali release the buckle and slide her hands beneath the crying baby’s arms.
    The whole scene seemed to move in slow motion. She lifted the baby from the car seat before Jon got to her.
    Seconds ticked by in the surreal way they do when adrenaline is pounding through the bloodstream during a crisis. But the explosion never came.
    Ali frowned at Jon. “What’s wrong with you?”
    “Get into the other room.” Jon shoved Ali and the baby toward the kitchen doorway, where Rick had already pushed Sierra and Darci.
    Once she was clear of the immediate area, Jon bent low to peer beneath the car seat on the table. Thom hoisted himself off the floor as Rocky stepped forward to join Jon in examining the seat.
    Sad but true, the innocent-looking baby seat could be wired with explosives. The fact they were standing in Rick’s dining room in Virginia in the good old United States didn’t matter. ISIS was here in America. That was a proven fact.
    “What do you think?” Rocky asked Jon.
    “Hell if I know.” Jon glanced up at Thom. “Get over here. You have kids. You’re the only one who knows what this thing is supposed to look like.”
    Thom stepped forward and bent low too, the three of them squinting at a contraption that looked innocuous enough—to a person who hadn’t spent the last decade of their life searching for threats around every turn and beneath every rock.
    Darci peeked past Rick’s bulk as he blocked the women in the kitchen. “You guys are ridiculous.”
    Rick scowled. “Darci, be quiet and let us figure out what’s going on.”  
    “How about you read that note that fell out of the blanket when Ali picked up the baby? Maybe it will give you men folk a clue while us helpless women hide in the kitchen.”
    Darci’s statement about a note had Rocky tearing his gaze away from the seat. He searched the area beneath the table. Sure enough a paper was resting on the carpet by Jon’s feet.
    Jon bent to pick it up. He lifted a brow and then glanced up. “Rocky?”
    “Yeah?”
    “It seems this delivery is for you.”
    Rocky’s eyes flew wide. “What?”
    Thom leaned closer to Jon to inspect the paper. “Yup. Says Rocky right there on it, plain as day. Dude, what have you been doing?”
    “Nothing. I’ve been out of the country with you for most of the last seven months.” His mind spun with all the places he’d been in that time.
    “And it takes nine months to make a baby, so . . .” Rick tipped his head to the side and let that idea dangle in the air as Rocky’s world tilted and spun.
    Thom glanced at Ali, who’d finally quieted the baby and had come back to hover on the edge of the room. “And by the looks of that baby, she’s a few months old. So the question remains, what were you doing about a year ago?”
    Rocky could barely remember this morning, never mind what he was doing last year. Still, a feeling of doom settled in his stomach.
    A baby? What the fuck? Given how little free time he had there hadn’t been a whole lot of women in his life, but even so he’d always been careful.
    “Why don’t you stop thinking so hard and just read the note?” Jon extended the hand holding the fateful piece of paper that could change Rocky’s whole future.
    With his chest so tight he could barely draw breath he took it. He’d faced bullets with less fear than he felt opening that folded paper.
    His gaze shot past the page filled with neat writing, to the bottom and the signature. Isabel .
    Why did that name sound familiar?
    Shit. Was this kid his?
    He forced his eyes to go back to the top, cleared his throat and began to read aloud. “Rocky. We met last night at the strip club when you helped me with my car.”
    Met last night? That hint jogged his hazy memory. He remembered Isabel and the car, but what did that have to do with this baby? As far as he could recall he’d never met her before last night.
    Not yet relieved of the