The Ransom. Maggie PriceЧитать онлайн книгу.
And the ashen-faced woman staring up at him.
He crouched beside the bed, bringing his face level with hers. “Matthew’s situation is different,” he said evenly. “My parents were grabbed by rebels who wanted to force the Colombian government to release their imprisoned pals. A Colombian general lost patience and ordered an attack on the rebel camp. My parents got caught in the crossfire.”
Reaching out, Clay tucked a wisp of dark hair behind Kathryn’s ear. When heat arrowed straight to his gut, he nearly jerked his hand away. He knew the only way Matthew would stay alive was for everyone involved to keep emotion out of the mix. For him, that wasn’t going to be easy.
“Matthew doesn’t have opposing groups warring over him,” he continued. “His kidnappers want money. You’re willing to pay. We’ll get him back safe if we’re careful.”
Kathryn pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. The man crouched before her bore only a vague resemblance to her lover from a decade ago. Then, there’d been no furrows creasing his forehead. No crinkles at the corners of those dark brown eyes. No lines fanning from the mouth that had so often curved into a cocky grin that had added to the instant, sexual punch. No scar slashing a diagonal line across his right cheek and temple.
She had given him her heart and he’d shattered it. Her own fault, she conceded, since Clay had never pretended his feelings mirrored hers. Nor had he lied about his intentions, or anything else. Knowing that, she now pulled his words to her heart, clinging to them like a safety line to her child.
“Was Mr. Forbes with you in Colombia? Advising you what to do?”
“Yes. It would have been a lot worse if he hadn’t been there.”
She looked toward the window. Already late afternoon shadows had set in. Evening would creep up, then darkness. She couldn’t bear to think about Matthew alone in the dark.
“My appointment with Brad Jordan is in the morning. When I called to tell him Devin was wiring a million dollars to my account and I needed it in cash, I could tell Brad was holding himself back from asking me why. The hospital benefit is tomorrow night. Shannon Burton will be there. She keeps calling, wanting to interview me about Sam. She’ll ask about Devin. About Matthew.”
Kathryn shook her head, overwhelmed by the prospect of making a misstep that might alert someone about her child’s plight. “The ransom message said not to change my schedule. I can’t cancel anything while we wait to get another negotiator’s advice.” She shuddered. “How am I supposed to act normal when I have no idea where my son is? No idea what he’s going through?”
“You’ll do it for Matthew’s sake,” Clay said quietly. “I’ve got an idea how you can deal with Jordan so getting that much cash doesn’t pique his interest. We’ll talk about the best way to handle Burton. My uncle is on the hospital’s board of directors, so we’ll take you to the benefit, give you support there.”
Kathryn stood and wandered to the far side of the room. She paused before the wall of built-in shelves crowded with tanks, Humvees and soldiers. To her right, her laptop computer sat on Matthew’s small desk. Yesterday she had sat there with him on her lap while they wrote an e-mail to his father.
Her gaze went to the picture on the cork board; tears burned her eyes, blurring her son’s face. She took a choked breath. She hadn’t let herself cry. Couldn’t. With fear imbedded deep inside her she was afraid if she started sobbing she would never stop. And no amount of tears would get her son back.
She turned to face Clay. “Mr. Forbes said I can put full confidence in what you tell me. That you know the right things to do.”
She saw a flicker in Clay’s eyes. “I’ll do what I can to help. But you need someone here to give you expert advice.”
“You’re the reason I’ve gotten this far without falling apart, Clay.” She wrapped her arms around her waist. “Mr. Forbes agrees with you that Devin should stay in Tibet.”
“It’s the best thing for Matthew.”
“Which is what you’ve kept in mind this whole time.” She rubbed her fingers across her throat. “If you hadn’t told me to count his pills, I wouldn’t know the kidnappers took any of them. I wouldn’t have the hope they intend to keep Matthew healthy.”
“It was a guess on my part.”
“A good one. Everything Forbes told me, I had already heard from you. He’s an expert and you know how he thinks.” At that instant she realized what it had been that reached so deeply inside her when Clay spoke to her earlier with soothing softness. Forbes’s voice had sounded much the same. Calm. Comforting. A voice that had taken an edge off her fear by instilling hope.
Her gaze returned to Clay. Seeing him yesterday had been a stark reminder of the vow she had made after her marriage crumbled to never again place her hopes, her needs, her wants in the hands of another man. But it wasn’t her heart at stake now, it was her son’s life. Forbes had told her she could put her faith in Clay. That, coupled with a deep, intuitive certainty told her that depending on him was the right thing to do.
Her mind made up, Kathryn retraced her steps across the room. “You’re the best person to fill Forbes’s shoes.”
Clay shook his head. He hadn’t been the best man for anything since he wound up in a pool of his own blood while his parents got dragged away. “You can’t depend on my guesswork.”
“Whatever you tell me won’t be guesswork,” she countered quietly, watching a muscle work in his jaw. “Because you learned from an expert.”
“I wasn’t sitting in a damn classroom.” Clay scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “Forbes and I moved from one roach-infested hut to another while we followed rumored sightings of the rebels holding my parents. Inside, I felt as unsteady as you do right now. I picked up things from Forbes, but I can’t guarantee I know what he would do.”
“You know how he thinks, Clay,” she countered. “And if you’re not sure, you can call him. You know Mr. Forbes, you trust him. I don’t want someone who neither of us knows guessing what I need to do to keep my son alive.”
She moved forward until only inches separated them. The familiar salty clean scent of his skin slid into her lungs. She remembered the swirling fire that scent had once ignited inside her. Remembered, too, the passion that had fueled the man when he’d gone after something he wanted, whether it be the job at the state department, the breaking of a wild bronc—even her for a short time. That same passion would drive him to do everything in his power to help her bring Matthew home alive.
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