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“Hey,” Cruz said, looking around at the crowd.

“It’s okay,” she said. She pulled off the shirt.

Cruz smiled. “You wore your suit?”

“I knew there were a lot of water rides. And everybody has a cell phone these days,” she added.

“And you didn’t want to win the wet T-shirt contest,” he teased.

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“Always the Girl Scout,” he said.

Yeah, well Girl Scouts were supposed to be always prepared and she was totally unprepared three minutes later for the feeling of Cruz’s arms around her and Jana as the three of them crowded into another small boat.

It felt so darn good.

And she felt some of the tension in her body ease up.

“Rapids ahead,” he warned, his mouth close to her ear. “Hold on.”

Maybe he realized her heart was about to flutter right out of her chest.

By late afternoon, Jana was so tired she was starting to trip over her own feet. But she pointed to a sign, advertising that last year’s winner of
American Idol
was appearing that night. “I want to go,” she said. “I saw her on television.”

Cruz shook his head and Jana, who likely wasn’t told no very often, started to cry.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Meg assured her. “Maybe you can come back again sometime and see her sing. Or maybe see someone else you like. They have all kinds of famous people here. You might get a chance to see someone you like even more.”

It wasn’t a great explanation but it seemed to calm the child down. “Maybe the Jonas Brothers?” she asked.

“Maybe,” Meg said.

Cruz hoisted Jana up onto his shoulders. “Let’s go home,” he said. He started walking toward the gate.

Once buckled in the car, she was asleep before they got out of the parking lot. “Her legs never stopped moving,” Meg said, settling back in her own seat.

“It’s amazing,” Cruz agreed, checking his mirrors. “How are you doing?”

She was a little sunburned, her swimsuit was still damp from the last water ride, and her fingers were sticky from cotton candy. All in all, she hadn’t been better in years. “Good, but I think I need a shower.”

“Yeah, me, too. What do you say we eat in tonight?”

“I imagine we can convince Jana to eat some more macaroni and cheese,” Meg said.

“If we twist her arm,” Cruz agreed. “Seems fair since she’s got me pretty much twisted around her little finger.”

“Really?” Meg rolled her eyes. “Was it the five rides on that thing that whirled backward that convinced you?”

Cruz shook his head. “I know, I know. Big, tough, Chicago cop is putty in four-year-old’s hands. Makes for a great headline.”

He’d been a little bit of putty but he’d also held the line when it was important. When the little girl had tried to skip ahead of them, Cruz had pulled her back and gently reminded her that she needed to stay with them. When she’d wanted her second sugar-filled drink of the day, Cruz had gotten her a bottle of water.

He’d be a very good dad someday.

Meg felt her throat close up and she could feel the hot burn of tears building. She turned her head to look out the passenger-side window.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Just want to catch my own nap.”

Cruz woke her up a couple blocks from the hotel. They tried to do the same with Jana but she wasn’t having any of it. Once Cruz turned over the keys to the valet, he gathered Jana into his arms and carried her into the hotel. When they got to their room, he laid the little girl on the big bed. She never opened her eyes.

“Why don’t you shower?” Cruz suggested. “I’ll do the same and order room service. What do you want?”

“There’s a shrimp pasta that I like,” she said, grateful to talk about something mundane like dinner. She walked to her room, undressed and turned the shower on. As she rinsed her body, she reflected upon the day.

She’d done okay.

There’d been a brief moment of panic every time Jana had insisted upon trying something new but she’d managed to control her reactions for the most part. Cruz’s calm presence had made all the difference.

He was a rock. Always had been.

Two years into their marriage, when she’d slid off an icy Chicago roadway and hit a telephone pole, almost totaling her car, he’d said nothing about the vehicle. He’d arrived at the scene, checked her over for injuries and held her. A year later when she’d broken her leg in an employee softball game, he’d carried her off the field and teased her that girls didn’t know how to slide. Both times he’d been scared. But he’d known that she was even more scared. And he’d never faltered.

She was going to love him forever.

And for his own good, she was going to let him go. Again.

Dinner was already on the table by the time Meg got out of the shower and dressed. Her clothing choices were still limited so she opted for a simple black knit sheath dress, leaving her legs and feet bare.

Jana was still sleeping. “Did you tell her that macaroni and cheese awaits?” Meg asked.

Cruz shook his head. “I think she needs sleep more than food. If she wakes up later and she’s hungry, we’ll raid the vending machines. It will give my sister another reason to bust my chops when she picks her up tomorrow. And you know how she loves to do that.”

The Montoya clan was as close as close could be. It was something Meg had envied. She took a sip of the wine that Cruz had ordered and sighed in appreciation. “I had a good time today,” she said.

He put down his fork and studied her. “I guess it’s the kind of thing that I always saw us doing. Before, you know.”

Before she’d left him with some lame excuse about needing to find herself. “It’s complicated, Cruz. But what happened the other night,” she said, deliberately keeping her eyes from straying to the bed, “can’t happen again.”

He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I don’t understand why the hell not? I never stopped loving you, Meg. We can fix whatever is wrong. And...and if things have happened in this last year because we weren’t together anymore, I can get past that. I don’t want the details because quite frankly, I might want to kill someone. But I’ll get past it. I just want you back. Five years from now, I want us to take our son or daughter to the amusement park. I want us to be a family.”

He was breaking her heart. He deserved to know the truth. “Cruz, I have—”

His cell phone rang. He glanced at it and frowned. “It’s Myers. I better take this.”

When she nodded, he punched a button. “Montoya.” Then he listened. And all the color drained out of his face. “Thanks for calling,” he said finally. “I’ll check it out and let you know what I find.”

“What?” she asked. Her stomach was cramping up in fear.

“Did you tell anyone that we were going to Six Flags today?” he asked, his tone flat.

She shook her head.

“No one? You’re sure?”

“I’m positive. You asked me not to and I didn’t. Cruz, you’re scaring me. What happened?”

“Did you write it down somewhere? On a desk calendar? Or in your electronic calendar in your computer?”

“No. I didn’t know we were going until late last night. I called Charlotte and told her I’d be out of the office today. That’s all I said. What is going on?”

“Somebody dropped off a package for Myers at the police station. It was photos. Of the three of us at Six Flags. The bastard was there, taking pictures.”

She swallowed hard. “How do we know it was him?”

He took a deep breath before answering. “There was a note. ‘She can run but she can’t hide.’”

Chapter Thirteen

Meg pushed back her chair, ran to the bathroom and threw up everything she’d eaten. When she was done, her skin felt clammy and her legs were weak. Jana, sweet, innocent Jana, who had laughed her way through the day had been in the sights of a maniac. She’d been in danger. Because of Meg.

It was the continuation of a nightmare that had started so many years ago.

“We must have been followed,” she said, as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She waved away his concern. “If you didn’t tell anyone and I didn’t, either, that’s the only reasonable explanation.”

“I’m a hundred percent confident that we weren’t,” he said. He started pacing around the small room, running his hands through his hair.

“Maybe there was a tracking device on our car?”

He shook his head. “No time to set it up. I rented the car under the name of Milo Martinez and paid for it with a credit card under the same name.”

She recognized the name as one he’d used before, when working undercover. If the rental company had checked his driver’s license, there would have been one on file in Illinois under that name.

“The car got delivered to the hotel,” he continued on. “There was no way for anybody to know it was for us. Even if somebody watched us get into it, they wouldn’t have had a chance to tag the car.”

She tried to think, to reason, but her brain felt as weak as her legs. “None of it makes sense,” she said.

He didn’t say anything for a minute. When he did, he surprised her. “Earlier today when we wanted lunch, you knew right where the food was. And you led the way to the water rides, like you knew the park. But you’d said you’d never been there before.”

It took her a minute to catch up. “They...uh...have a diagram of the park online. I couldn’t sleep last night. I got up sometime around two. I jumped onto the public Wi-Fi here at the hotel.”

Cruz stopped pacing.

“Oh, no,” Meg said. “Do you think somebody hacked into the public network and looked at what I’d searched for?”

“It’s possible. Especially if your site doesn’t have the best encryption. But I think it’s more likely your laptop. It’s pretty easy to install software on somebody’s machine that allows somebody else to see everything they are doing. It could have been installed by somebody who had access to your machine or you may just have opened an email and downloaded something without having a clue.”

When would she stop screwing up and putting other people at risk? “I’m sorry, Cruz. I’m just so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “Nothing happened.”

“It could have.”

He didn’t respond. She was right. They’d been less careful today, believing that they were safe. The only way Cruz and Jana would be safe was to be away, far away, from her.

Cruz picked up his phone. “I need to fill Myers in.”

She didn’t want to hear the conversation. Didn’t want to relive it. Instead, she went back to her room and brushed her teeth, hoping to get the horrible taste of despair out of her mouth. When she came back, Cruz had just ended the call. He tossed his phone onto the bed. “Myers is on his way over. He wants to see your laptop and to talk to your computer geeks. He’s agreed to let me sit in on the conversation. Can you page the right person and ask them to meet us?”

“Of course.” She picked up her phone. Minutes later, she’d arranged for their chief information officer to meet Cruz in the lobby.

Cruz had his hand on the door. “Myers offered to bring a female plainclothes officer with him. She’ll be here in the room with you and Jana while I’m gone.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“He’s getting bolder. I’m not sure what the hell he’s going to try next.”

* * *

T
HE FEMALE OFFICER
was tall, blonde and looked as if she could have stepped out of a
Sports Illustrated
swimsuit edition. Her name was Greta. It made Meg’s heart flutter a little when Cruz didn’t give the woman any more than a cursory glance.

It had always amazed her that sexy Cruz Montoya had fallen for
her.
It had been so unexpected and so wonderful.

She’d had so little experience, having dated a few times before Missy’s death but not after. She’d studied, worked and tried to ignore the whispers behind her back. When her dad had lost his job, everyone knew it was because she’d done a terrible thing.

It stopped feeling safe in Maiter, especially after rocks got thrown through their living room window and their house almost burned down after someone started a fire in their overgrown backyard.

They left Maiter in the middle of the night, like criminals. Her parents found a small house in Houston and she hoped that life would return to normal. But it had taken months for her dad to find work. Every day she saw her mother get angrier and her father more depressed.

She wasn’t surprised when the two of them decided to quit pretending that it was okay. The divorce happened quickly. Her dad moved to Austin and she stayed in the house with her mother. When her opportunity to go to college came, she took the first bus out of town.

Chicago had been her fresh start. She was no longer Margaret Mae. She was Meg. And every bit as carefree and cool as any other eighteen-year-old girl. On the outside. She worked hard to hide that there were many nights she didn’t sleep. She would wake up to the soft snores of her roommate sleeping close in the crowded dorm room. She’d pull her quilt up to her neck. It couldn’t stop the shaking. Or the terror of reliving the night a two-year-old turned blue and died.

Her mother had gotten sick when she was a sophomore and had been dead by the middle of her senior year. Pancreatic cancer was a cruel beast. Her dad had come to the funeral and had wanted her to come live with him after graduation. She’d have done it but then, exactly thirty-three days later, he’d been killed when a semi crossed the middle line.

And she was truly alone.

She stayed in Chicago after graduation and was happy when The Montray, a wonderful hotel in the high-rent shopping district, offered her an internship.

She worked hard and the internship turned into a full-time job. The people in the big hotel became her family. She loved the complexity of the place, everything from making sure the huge flower arrangements for the lobby got delivered to ensuring that visiting royalty was happy with the thread count in their sheets. She worked in registration, at the front counter, in group sales, in marketing, in accounting and even suffered through a brief stint in the massive kitchen, where she mostly tried to stay out of the way.