She was already firmly under the spell of Marlene Kelly, and for all she knew, the woman had changed her mind about her the moment Sam gave her the story.
Talk of safe houses and leaving turned Sophie in Sam’s direction. He was speaking to Steele, and Rio had closed in on the small circle of men surrounding Sam. Garrett and Donovan stood on either side of Sam, and she was struck by how fierce their expressions were.
She struggled to lean forward so she could hear, and Marlene and Sam both saw her at the same time. Sam turned in her direction, going silent as his gaze roved over her. Marlene left the shelter of her husband’s arms and slid onto the couch next to Sophie.
“How are you feeling, dear?” Marlene asked as she laid a hand on Sophie’s arm.
Not wanting to be rude, she yanked her gaze from Sam and turned to Marlene.
“Better. The bath and the food did wonders.”
“Are you hurting? Do you want some more pain medicine?”
Sophie paused, realizing she hadn’t given her shoulder any thought. She hadn’t awakened with the vicious ache. Tentatively she tested her motion, raising her arm at an angle.
She winced and immediately dropped it back to her side.
Before she could respond to Marlene, Sam was next to her, his eyes flashing with disapproval.
“Don’t move your arm more than necessary. You don’t want to open those stitches.” He glanced over at Donovan. “Van, you want to take another look before we bug out?”
Sophie blinked in confusion and then looked between Sam and his mother.
“I’m fine, Sam. He just looked at it, and I haven’t so much as moved it until just a second ago. It wasn’t even hurting until I did.”
“Well don’t move it then,” he said gruffly.
“Are you leaving?” she asked. The idea of him going sent panic up her spine.
His eyes narrowed and then he blinked. “Did you think I was leaving you? You’re coming with me, Sophie.”
Her lips rounded to an O. “Where are we going?”
She was so relieved that her head was slightly swimmy.
“We’ll have plenty of time to discuss that on the road. Sit tight here with Mom while I get all the details worked out with my men.”
He touched her hand briefly as he rose, but warmth traveled her entire body. He glanced one more time at her before returning to his men.
“Is there anything I can get you?” Marlene asked.
Sophie shook her head and focused on Sam. She wanted to hear what he had to say and find out what his plan was. She’d needed the sleep, but now she was at a disadvantage. She’d missed a lot while she dozed.
“Rio, I want you to bug out with Mom, Dad and Rusty. Donovan’s staying with you. Stay low until you hear from me. Steele, you’ll pull recon at Eagle One with Cole, P.J. and Dolphin. When you give me the all clear, I’ll bring Sophie in. I want Baker and Renshaw on the first plane to Hawaii to watch over Ethan and Rachel. I’ll send Garrett to meet Resnick and bring him in. You’ll maintain the perimeter at all times. I’m not taking any chances.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Steele said.
It was the first time she’d heard Steele say anything. He mostly stood and watched, his intense blue eyes taking in everything around him. He looked . . . cold and intimidating.
Instinctively she found Rio, and he flashed her a quick grin.
She wanted to interrupt and ask where the hell they were going, but she remained silent. She didn’t want everyone’s attention on her. Sam had promised to protect her and their child, and for now that was enough.
CHAPTER 14
“SAM, I think Sophie should be examined by a doctor before you leave,” Marlene said in a worried voice.
Sam looked down at his mom, who had her hand on his arm. “Van checked her over, Ma. He stitched her wound and gave her antibiotics.”
“But Donovan isn’t going with you. He’s staying with us. Garrett isn’t a medic and neither are you. Besides, what does Donovan know about pregnancy?”
Sam frowned.
“This is your child, Sam,” Marlene persisted. “This woman has been through hell. You need to make sure everything is all right with the baby.”
Sam cupped the back of his neck and twisted his head from side to side. Fatigue and tension had a firm grip on him. “I have to see to their safety, Ma. You know that. I can’t let anything happen to them. We can’t walk into a clinic even using a different identity. Her father would be on to us. I’m sure he has a net several hundred miles wide around us.”
“I can have Doc come here to look at her. He’s delivered more than one baby. He could at least listen to the heartbeat. And give her some vitamins. She should be taking vitamins.”
His frown softened as he saw the very real worry in her eyes. He leaned down and hugged her tight.
“I’ll get her vitamins. I’ll make sure she eats well. I’ll take very good care of her. And as soon as possible, I’ll get her to a doctor. You have my word. But I can’t do it now. I can’t take the risk and stay here any longer.”
Marlene sighed and reached up to pat him on the cheek. He smiled at the gesture. It always made him feel like a boy again.
“You’re my oldest, and I love you dearly but I have to say, you royally screwed up this time.”
He blinked in surprise as she shook her head and pulled away. Then he laughed. There was nothing else to do. He was being taken to task like a teenager caught having sex in the backseat of his parents’ car. At least then he’d worn a condom.
Blowing out a weary breath, he turned to the others.
“Is everyone ready to roll?” He glanced over at his dad. “Are you, Mom and Rusty packed?”
His dad walked toward the kitchen. “Just let me lock up the house and set the alarm.”
Sam nodded, not having the heart to tell his father that locks and an alarm wouldn’t stop Mouton’s men if they wanted to get in.
His mom hugged everyone, including making the rounds of his men. It was amusing to watch their discomfort over being fussed over by Marlene Kelly, but it’s not like they’d refuse her. She wasn’t the type you refused.
Sophie watched from the sofa, and Sam could see pain that had nothing to do with her injuries deep in her eyes. He made his way over to her and reached for her hand. Her haunted gaze met his, and he squeezed her fingers, hoping to lighten some of the darkness he saw reflected on her face.
“Sit tight,” he murmured. “I’m going to take some pillows and blankets out to the SUV so you’ll be comfortable. Garrett’s going to drive, so I’ll sit in the back with you.”
Now that orders had been given, everyone split up and went their way. One of the two Kelly jets would fly Baker and Renshaw to Hawaii, while the other would take Steele, Dolphin, P.J. and Cole to West Virginia, where they’d prepare Eagle One, one of the KGI safe houses, for Sam and Sophie’s arrival.
Garrett slid into the driver’s seat and looked over his shoulder at Sam, who was stuffing the back with the pillows for Sophie.
“So are you telling her what’s going down?”
Sam paused, then met Garrett’s gaze. “No.”
Garrett raised a brow. “You don’t think she’ll see it as an ambush?”
“Probably.”
“She’s going to be pissed, man.”
Sam stared back at his brother. “You don’t seem concerned with pissing her off.”
“I’m not sleeping with her either. And she’s not carrying my child.”
Sam punched one of the pillows, then withdrew from the back and stood by the door, his hand gripping the top of the window.
“I don’t want her to be prepared for Resnick. If she’s off guard, we might learn more. She’s holding back. What, I’m not sure, but she hasn’t told us everything.”
“We agree on that much.”
Sam watched as the vehicles bearing his family to safety filed out of the driveway, and then he went back into the house. He found Sophie standing in the living room in her sock feet. She looked nervous and lost.
For a moment self-disgust held him immobile. He was feeding her to the wolves. Not that he’d allow Resnick to work her over, but he was taking Sophie into a situation with no warning. Yeah, it would work better that way, but he felt like an ass.
He had a family to protect, and he couldn’t do that without all the information. Information he was positive Sophie held. If Resnick was that confident that Sophie was someone the CIA wanted to question, it stood to reason that she knew something.
“Sophie.”
She looked in his direction, and he could see the strain on her face. The deep sadness in her eyes hit him deep. He stepped forward, wanting to touch her. His fingers traced down her arm until he caught her fingers in his.
“Why do you look so sad?” he asked.
Her lips trembled as she tried to smile. She looked away and stared around the room.
“Do you know how lucky you are?”
That wasn’t at all what he’d expected her to say.
“Why do you say that?”
She tugged lightly with her hand, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let her move away from him.
“You have all of this.” She gestured with her free hand, encompassing the room. “You have magic.”
Again her blue eyes stared up at him, and he was struck by the wash of emotion there. They shone with unshed tears and his gut tightened.
“You have a family. A history. It’s so obvious that there’s love here. It must have been wonderful to grow up in this house.”
He pulled her carefully into his arms and tucked her head underneath his chin. He didn’t know what to say to her other than to agree. What kind of childhood had she endured growing up under someone like Alex Mouton? And where was her mother? She hadn’t said much about her mother at all, and none of his intel had ever mentioned a woman or a daughter.
Resnick had a lot to answer for. He’d sent KGI in without important information. Like the fact that Mouton had a daughter. Sam damn sure wouldn’t have gotten involved with Sophie if he’d known that little fact. Looking back, he realized it had been damn convenient.
But here, now, with her in his arms, and feeling the kick of their child, it was easy to say he wouldn’t have involved himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Even if Sophie was firmly involved in her father’s dealings. If nothing else, his child wouldn’t live with the repercussions of her mother’s or her grandfather’s choices.
Surprising him, Sophie turned into his chest and hugged him fiercely. Slowly his arms came around her, and he held her there as she buried her face in his shoulder.
He wasn’t at all sure what she needed from him. Oh, he could guess, but all he could offer was protection. He was determined to keep the rest of himself locked away—at least until . . . what? She proved herself worthy?
The thought sickened him even as it took root in his mind. There was no way to sugarcoat what he was doing. He hated that he didn’t trust her completely, but he’d be an idiot to offer his faith blind. Too many people depended on him.
The sooner they met with Resnick, the sooner he could get on with the business of dispatching Mouton once and for all. Then maybe he and Sophie could work on the seemingly insurmountable obstacles between them.
“Come,” he murmured into her hair. “Let’s get your shoes. Garrett’s waiting. We need to get on the road.”
She didn’t ask where they were going. She took his hand and let him lead her from the living room toward the front door.
Her trust humbled him and made the sick feeling in his stomach grow larger.
He was very afraid that when this was all over, he wouldn’t have proven himself worthy to
her
.
CHAPTER 15
“I don’t like the idea of leaving you and Sophie alone,” Garrett said as he navigated traffic through Nashville, toward the airport.
Sam leaned against the door, Sophie in his arms, her lower body sprawled across the seat. She’d fallen asleep thirty miles out of Dover, and her soft, even breathing filled the back of the vehicle.
He absently ran his fingers through the strands of blond hair resting on her cheek as he stared back at Garrett’s reflection in the rearview mirror.
“I don’t want to give Resnick our location. He was way too damn eager to know about Sophie. Given half a chance, he’d bring in a team and take her. If you go and bring him in, I don’t have to worry about that happening.”
Garrett nodded. “I’ll make damn sure we aren’t followed. If I have to drug and blindfold the fucker, he won’t have a clue where I’m taking him.”
Garrett drove into the long-term parking lot and cut the engine. Sam gently touched Sophie on the cheek.
“Sophie, wake up. We’re at the airport.”
Her eyelids fluttered and then popped open. She tried to rise, her movements awkward against him. He helped her to a sitting position, and she stared around, her eyes wide.
“Sam, I don’t have any of my documents. My passport.”
“We’re not flying anywhere. Garrett is. But nobody has to know that. We’re going to take a trip into the terminal and then you and I are going to slip back out and change vehicles.”
She frowned. “Where is Garrett going?”
Garrett glanced at Sam and then back at Sophie. “Just a little fact-finding mission. I’ll meet up with you two at Eagle One.”
Sophie shook her head as if clearing the cobwebs as Sam helped her from the back of the SUV.
“What is Eagle One? Everyone keeps talking about it.”
“One of our safe houses,” Sam said.
He tucked her elbow into his palm and directed her toward the elevator.
“Act natural, Sophie. Smile. We don’t want to draw any undue attention.”
Twenty minutes later, Sam and Sophie exited through the passenger pickup and got into a cab. He directed the driver to a location just outside the downtown area and then sat back and pulled Sophie to him.
“Are you hurting?”
She shook her head against the crook of his arm. “I’m feeling much better. I’m hungry again, but I stay hungry these days.”