Surrogate Escape

by Jenna Kernan

  She turned toward the speaker before she could stop herself. A lean, athletic man with a blond goatee smiled at her. “So good to see you again,” he said, with just a hint of a foreign accent. Austrian? Russian?

  “I... I’m sorry. You must have me confused with someone else.” She turned to face the elevator once more, but she could feel his eyes on her.

  He stepped closer, brushing against her arm. “Oh, but I am sure I am right. I would never forget such a beautiful woman.”

  She said nothing, teeth clenched, willing the elevator doors to open so she could make her escape.

  “You are living with the evangelist, Daniel Metwater, now, are you not?” the man asked.

  Daniel wasn’t an evangelist. Not in the sense most people used the word. He was a prophet and a teacher.

  The man touched her arm. “I would very much like to meet your boyfriend. Perhaps you could arrange it, no?”

  She jerked away. The gilded doors of the elevator opened and she hurried inside. The man started to follow, but a dark-haired man shoved him out of the way and slipped in after her, immediately hitting the button to close the doors. “What floor?” he asked, his back to her.

  “Fourteenth,” she said, still shaken from the encounter with the blond.

  He pressed the button for fourteen, then turned to face her. She gasped as she recognized his face, and pressed her back against the railing on the inside of the elevator car. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  The vertical line between his dark brows deepened as he frowned at her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

  She wasn’t afraid of him. Not exactly. Officer Simon Woolridge wore his disdain of her and the other members of the family she belonged to on his face for all to see, especially his contempt for the man who led them, their Prophet, Daniel Metwater, but he had never given Andi reason to be afraid of him. He had never tried to befriend her the way some of the members of his organization, the Ranger Brigade, had. After a lifetime of dealing with frauds and posers, she could appreciate that kind of honesty.

  “Why are you here?” she asked again. “Is something wrong? Has something happened to the Prophet?”

  The elevator door opened and Simon touched her elbow. “Let’s go to your room, where we can talk.”

  He walked beside her to her room at the end of the hall, a tall, commanding presence at her right elbow. She was used to seeing him in uniform, but today he wore jeans and a black Western shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The clothes made him seem less familiar and more...intriguing. She hadn’t bothered to look much past the uniform before, but now she was aware of him as a man most women would give a second—or a third—look to. He waited while she slipped her card key from her purse, slid it in the lock and opened the door. Then he followed her inside.

  She braced herself for him to make a disparaging remark about her luxurious suite, a sharp contrast to the tent she had been living in since she had joined Daniel Metwater and his followers five months previously. But he only gave the room a cursory glance before turning to her. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  The question caught her off guard. “I’m fine,” she said automatically.

  His gaze swept over her, his dark eyes intense, making her want to cover herself, even though she was fully dressed. He reminded her of a sleek cat, preparing to pounce on its prey. “You look pale,” he said. “Your ankles are swollen and you keep arching your back, as if it hurts.”

  She put a hand to her lower back, which did ache, as did her swollen feet. She didn’t know whether to be flattered he had noticed so much in such a short time, or to be unnerved by his scrutiny. “I’m fine,” she said again.

  “You’re a lousy liar. Who was the man you were talking to by the elevator downstairs?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “He acted as if he knew you.”

  Yes. And that had been unsettling. “He knew who I was,” she said. “He called me by my name—my real name.”

  “I heard him ask about Metwater.”

  “Yes. He wanted to meet him. Maybe he was simply a fan.” Yes, that was probably it. The Prophet attracted many followers wherever he went.

  Simon turned away from her to prowl the room like a restless predator. “Metwater must be doing pretty well siphoning money off his followers,” he said. “If he can afford to hide you away here.”

  There was the cynicism she had been expecting. “I’m not hiding,” she said. “And the Prophet has money of his own. He inherited it from his father.”

  Simon paused in his circuit of the room and looked back at her. “Then why does he need your money?”

  Andi didn’t answer.

  “You signed the agreement, didn’t you?” Simon asked. “The one that gives Daniel Metwater all your assets—now and in the future, as long as you remain with him.”

  “The money goes to the Family,” she said. “We pool our resources so that no one has more than anyone else.”

  “The money goes into Daniel Metwater’s personal bank account. I have the records, if you don’t believe me.”

  The Rangers had no business looking into the private affairs of the Prophet, though of course, they thought their badges gave them the right. “He decides the best use of the funds for the Family,” she said.

  “I guess this week, stashing you in a suite in the Brown Palace was the best use of the funds.”

  Again, she said nothing. He had obviously made up his mind. And what business was it of his how the Family spent their money? She opened her mouth to ask him, but he cut her off.

  “Whose idea was it to come here?” he asked her.

  “The Prophet’s.”

  “He wanted you here so that you couldn’t tell us anything we could use against him,” Simon said. “But it’s too late for that now. We already have everything we need to put him away.”

  “Are you saying you arrested him?” She tried to keep the alarm out of her voice, but failed. For months, the Rangers had been harassing Daniel Metwater and his followers. The Family, as they called themselves, got the blame for every crime that occurred on the public lands the Ranger Brigade patrolled.

  “When was the last time you heard from him?” Simon asked.

  “I haven’t heard anything from him since he brought me here three days ago,” she said. “Why? Where is he? What have you done to him?”

  “We haven’t done anything. We don’t know where he is.” Simon’s eyes met hers, black and hard as coal. “I was hoping you did.”

  She shook her head and sank onto the sofa, fearful her legs would no longer support her. “What’s happened? Why are you looking for him?”

  “We found your friend Starfall’s baby.”

  “Hunter!” Fear clogged her throat. Her tentmate’s child had disappeared from camp two days before Metwater drove Andi to Denver. Starfall had accused the Prophet of taking her child, but Andi knew that couldn’t be true. “Is he okay? Where was he?”

  “He’s fine. He was with a couple of guys named Smith. Two brothers. Sound familiar?”

  She shook her head, relief flooding her. “Then you know Daniel didn’t take Hunter,” she said. “Why are you still looking for him when you know he’s innocent?”

  “The Smith brothers told us Daniel Metwater paid them to take Starfall’s baby,” Simon said. “Metwater said he wanted to teach her a lesson.”

  Andi shook her head. “No. He wouldn’t do something like that.”

  “Then why did he kidnap Starfall and try to kill her? He tried to kill Ethan Reynolds, the Ranger who was trying to help her, too.”

  “You’re lying. The Prophet would never do anything like that. He promotes peace.”

  Simon stood over her, his shadow falling across her face, his bulk making her feel even smaller. “Why are you defending him?” he de
manded. “What has he done for you but take your money and sleep with other women?”

  She cringed at the words. “He’s trying to teach me not to be possessive.” Wanting the Prophet of their people all to herself was her personal failing, one she struggled with.

  “A truly good man wouldn’t treat you this way,” Simon said, his voice gentler. “He would cherish you and protect you, not lie to you and use you.”

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  His expression hardened. “Maybe not. But I know you’re in danger if you don’t get away from him.”

  “Danger?” The word shocked her out of her despair. She sat up straighter. “What kind of danger?”

  “Daniel Metwater is running for his life right now. Every law enforcement agency in the country is hunting for him,” Simon said. “He knows sooner or later we’re going to catch him. When we do, he doesn’t want you around to testify against him.”

  “I would never testify against him,” she said, horrified at the idea.

  “You’re not married to him. You can be compelled to tell what you know.”

  “But I don’t know anything.”

  “I think you do,” Simon said. “You’re closer to Daniel Metwater than anyone. You may not realize the significance of the information, but it’s something big enough that he took care to hide you away here, under an assumed name.”

  “If that’s true and he’s so terrible, why didn’t he just kill me?” she asked. “That’s apparently the kind of man you think he is.”

  Simon’s expression didn’t change. “He has to keep you alive until your twenty-fifth birthday, when your trust comes under your control. If you die after that, the money all goes to Daniel Metwater—am I right?”

  He was, though she had no intention of confirming this. “The Prophet would never harm me,” she said.

  “I’ll bet Starfall thought the same thing, until he beat her and stole her baby.”

  Andi pressed her hands against her belly, feeling the child shift inside her. “You need to leave,” she said.

  “I’ll go for now,” he said. “But I won’t be far away.” He headed toward the door. “I have a feeling Metwater is going to come back for you, and when he does, he’ll find me waiting.”

  He left, closing the door firmly behind him. She stared after him, rage and fear and sickness swirling through her. Simon Woolridge was a horrible man. How could he make such terrible accusations against a man who spoke words of peace and caring? Daniel Metwater had saved her, and so many others.

  Simon was a hard, abrasive cop who had no concern for her or her feelings.

  But Daniel Metwater, despite all his goodness, had lied to her more than once. As far as she knew, Simon had never lied to her, even when telling the truth hurt.

  Copyright © 2018 by Cynthia Myers

  ISBN-13: 9781488033162

  Surrogate Escape

  Copyright © 2018 by Jeannette H. Monaco

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