Cowboy's Secret Son
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FROM SOLITARY COWBOY...
TO PROTECTIVE DADDY
His Texas ranch has been a refuge for Jared King ever since tragedy tore his life apart. But when the widowed rancher is reunited with the one-night stand he never forgot and meets the child he never knew existed, he quickly learns just how much danger they’re both in. Now, with Courtney Jamison trusting him to keep her and their son safe, will the city girl who invaded his heart stick around once the danger has passed?
Jared couldn’t move. He blinked once. Then again.
It couldn’t be. Not her.
She stood still, in her four-inch heels and tailored dress, looking like a city girl who had been dropped into a foreign land.
Jared crossed the yard. About ten feet away, he paused.
Her cobalt blue eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe it was him.
He strode the last few steps, forcing himself not to hurry too fast. What was she doing here? How had she found him?
For a moment, they stood staring at each other.
“I’m Courtney Jamison.”
Courtney Jamison. He rolled it over in his mind several times. Her name suited her. It suited New York, and the Waldorf Astoria, where they’d met, where they’d spent one incredible night together.
Her name didn’t suit the Last Chance Ranch. Not by half.
He had a million questions, but he’d start with one.
“What are you doing here...Courtney?” Her name caressed his tongue, and he lingered on the taste.
“I came for your help. Our child is in danger.”
COWBOY’S SECRET SON
Robin Perini
Award-winning author Robin Perini’s love of heart-stopping suspense and poignant romance, coupled with her adoration of high-tech weaponry and covert ops, encouraged her secret inner commando to take on the challenge of writing romantic suspense novels. Robin loves to interact with readers. You can catch her on her website, www.robinperini.com, and on several major social-networking sites, or write to her at PO Box 50472, Albuquerque, NM 87181-0472.
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Courtney Jamison—When her nine-month-old baby’s life is threatened, the museum curator must contact the man she never expected to see again—her child’s father—in order to save her son.
Jared King—After losing his one chance at a family to a murderer, this ex-soldier buried himself on his ranch until an out-of-his-league socialite begs him to help protect the son he never knew he had.
Dylan Jamison—This nine-month-old is the pawn in a dangerous game. Can his parents save him—or will he become the victim of an unknown assailant?
Edward Jamison—Courtney’s father kept too many secrets for far too long. Have his actions put his family in jeopardy?
Alyssa King—Is her unsolved murder connected to the threat against Jared’s son?
Léon—This mysterious stranger has a past no one can imagine. Can the man assigned to protect Courtney and Dylan be trusted, or does he have an agenda of his own?
Roscoe Hines—Trusted foreman on Jared’s ranch for two generations. Does he know more than he’s letting on about a past tragedy—and the present danger?
Derek Hines—This prodigal son was Jared’s best friend. He says he’s come home to help, but does he have an ulterior motive for returning to the Last Chance Ranch?
Ned Criswell—Jared’s neighbor isn’t opposed to blackmail in order to get what he wants, but is he capable of kidnapping and murder?
Covert Technology Confidential (CTC)—This organization of elite operatives helps those who have run out of options. Can they uncover the truth before a diabolical kidnapper achieves his revenge?
This book is dedicated to my family. I’m blessed to experience unconditional love every single day. You are my strength, my heart and my world. I love you all.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from The Deputy's Baby by Tyler Anne Snell
Prologue
Five years ago
The Texas night sky broke open with the boom of thunder and sizzle of lightning, splitting the heavens with a malicious hand. Oblivious to the violent rainstorm, Jared King stood on the end of the pier at Last Chance Lake, a large duffel at his side. Peering through the curtain of water streaming off his Stetson, he searched for any sign of his wife. Was this just another cruel twist in the kidnapper’s perverse game?
Where was she? Where was Alyssa?
His phone rang, piercing the roar of the torrent. He grabbed the cell and tapped the screen. “King,” he snapped.
A spine-chilling and all-too-familiar chuckle sounded through the line. “You look upset, Jared.”
His chin shot up and he spun in a 360. The guy was watching.
Jared squinted into the darkness, searching for any indicator to the kidnapper’s location, shunting the full-blown terror that had gripped his heart and soul in a dark place.
Why had he ever left her alone?
When she’d taken the chance of marrying him and coming to live in the middle of nowhere, he’d promised to take care of her. Always. And look what had happened.
She’d been taken by a madman.
Another quick flash illuminated the large lake and his heart picked up the pace, thudding at the clip of a galloping stampede. Was that a boat near the swimming platform at the center of the lake?
Was it them? It couldn’t be the sheriff. He’d agreed to stay out of sight until Alyssa was safe. Jared refused to take chances with her safety.
Before Jared could focus, the world went dark again. He could see nothing. The entire lake had morphed into an endless black hole.
“Where is she?” he asked, desperate to keep his voice steady.
“Do you have the money?” the kidnapper countered in a guttural whisper.
Jared snapped on his flashlight and lifted the duffel, sweeping the beam along the large bag.
“Good. I bet that emptied out your bank account. Did you follow my instructions?”
His unwavering focus probed the storm. If only he could catch a glimpse of the kidnapper or Alyssa. “I told you I would.” Jared ground his teeth at the taunting tone, but inside a niggle of something not quite right set off alarm bells. “Where is my wife?”
“You sound nervous. You should be.” A low laugh filtered through the phone. “I told you not to lie to me. You failed. You didn’t follow all of my instructions,” the man said, his voice unidentifiable. “You contacted the law. I wa
rned you I’d be watching.”
Jared stilled. Oh God. How had the kidnapper found out? He clutched the duffel’s strap with a death grip. Jared had called Carder, Texas, sheriff Kevin Redmond when Alyssa had first been kidnapped. He’d had no choice. He couldn’t raise the cash the man wanted. Not after sinking everything into that new quarter horse stud last week. With no time to liquidate, he’d needed help. He and the sheriff had been careful, though. They’d never met in person.
Obviously they hadn’t been careful enough.
What had he done?
Jared’s knuckles whitened around the phone. “Please—”
“Too late for apologies. You broke the rules. Now you pay the price.”
“Wait!”
“Just remember, this is all your fault.”
The line went dead.
“You hear that, Kevin?” Jared whispered into the small microphone hidden beneath his shirt, fighting against the panic squeezing his heart.
“He could be bluffing,” the sheriff said, through the earpiece.
But Jared recognized the uncertainty lacing Kevin’s voice.
A motor roared to life from the middle of the lake.
“That’s got to be him,” Jared shouted. “He’s on the water.”
“N-no! Please!” a woman’s pleading cry sounded from somewhere in the inky darkness.
“Alyssa?” Jared shouted.
“What the hell—?” Kevin cursed.
A splash sounded. The motor kicked into gear.
“Sounds like he’s heading to the far side.” Jared squinted, trying to make out any movement in the night. “I can’t see a damn thing. Alyssa!”
She’d called out to him. She had to be close.
“I’ll head him off.” Another motor rumbled. The sheriff’s boat. “Keep the comm open,” Kevin yelled over the engine.
Jared had no chance of beating the boat to the other side of the lake in his truck, but he had to try. He shined his high-powered flashlight across the water to catch the direction of the boat’s wake. Maybe, just maybe.
The beam swept past the old wooden platform and he jerked it back. He froze. Two pale hands gripped a post, blond hair shining against the water.
Alyssa.
“I see her,” he shouted.
He tugged off his boots, dove into the icy water, and sprinted toward her. He made it to the structure in record time and stopped, treading water in the twenty-five-foot-deep man-made lake. He spun around, desperately searching for her, barely acknowledging the engine from Kevin’s boat closing in.
She was gone.
“Alyssa!”
Jared dove beneath the surface, but with no moonlight shining down, he couldn’t even see his hands in front of him, he could only feel. Frantic, he whirled in the water, reaching out, searching for something, anything to hold on to, to bring her to safety.
Something long and thin brushed his side. He clutched at it. His fingers clasped the rough surface of bark. A branch. He shoved it away.
His lungs ached. Just a few seconds more and he’d find her. He could feel it.
The water burned his eyes. His mind grew fuzzy. Damn it. He had no choice. He needed air. If he drowned, he couldn’t save his wife.
He kicked to the surface, sucked in a large breath, and submerged beneath the water, but all he could feel was cold, dark and empty. He had no idea which direction to search.
A circle of light illuminated the darkness above him. The sheriff. Thank God.
An odd blue-green aura lightened the water around him. At least Jared could make out shapes and shadows.
A flash of white caught his attention. Nearly out of air again, he swam toward the unusual object.
His heart skipped a beat. Gauzy white material floated past him in a ghostly blur. He lunged at it but grasped nothing but fabric.
It must have come off her.
He swept his arms right and left, each movement more and more desperate. She had to be here. He bumped into something and clutched at it. Another branch?
No. Not rough wood, but soft skin. A hand. An arm.
He grabbed at Alyssa and tugged. She wouldn’t budge. He pulled again.
Still nothing.
Panic rose in his throat. Lungs nearly bursting, he propelled himself lower, running his hands over her torso and legs until he grasped a thick braid of rope. Sliding his hands down the line, he followed the trail to a large tire.
The bastard had weighted her down.
Jared shoved his hand into his pocket and gripped his knife with numbing fingers. Holding it with a death grip, he snapped it open and sawed through the hemp.
In his head, the seconds ticked by. He couldn’t see. He needed to breathe. The knife slipped and sliced across his thumb. He hardly felt the sting.
After what seemed an eternity, the last fibers of rope gave way. Alyssa didn’t move.
He clutched her close. Kicking with everything he had, he catapulted toward the light above.
Jared broke the surface a few feet from the sheriff’s boat. He sucked in more air. “Help her.”
Kevin Redmond leaned over the edge of a small boat. “Got her.” He pulled Alyssa in.
Jared crawled on board.
“Guy took off in a truck,” the sheriff said. “I lost him.”
Didn’t matter. Jared would kill the guy later. With shaking hands, he turned his wife over. Her eyes were wide-open, sightless, the white gown draped across her gently swelled belly.
“Don’t die on me, Alyssa!”
Jared leaned down and rested his cheek against her mouth, his finger on her neck, but no breath escaped, no pulse throbbed under her skin. Rain pelted them. He ignored it. He pressed his hands against her chest, rhythmically, frantically trying to revive her.
He’d heard her call out just moments ago.
“We’ll get her to the hospital,” Kevin shouted. “Keep at it.”
The boat skidded across the surface of the lake toward the pier.
A crack echoed through the night when her ribs gave way. Wincing, Jared hesitated for a bare second but kept going.
He pressed his lips to hers and pushed one breath, two breaths into her lungs.
The boat stopped. An ambulance would never make it way out here in time.
“Get the truck started,” Jared didn’t even look up until he heard his beat-up Chevy purr. The headlights shined at them.
He gazed into his wife’s face, ghostly white. His body went numb. This wasn’t happening.
“Fight, Alyssa. Please, fight.” He pressed his lips to her cold, wet mouth and puffed in once, twice, praying she’d cough up water.
She remained still, unmoving.
Jared scooped her into his arms and raced down the pier. “Don’t give up.” He jumped into the back of the truck and continued performing CPR, willing her to live, willing the family he’d always longed for to survive.
“Don’t give up. Please, Alyssa. Don’t give up on me, and I promise, I’ll never give up on you.”
Chapter One
Present day
If today’s clear skies had reflected the turmoil twisting Courtney Jamison’s heart into a quivering mass of uncertainty, the forecast should’ve indicated hurricane-gale winds, kiwi-sized hail and lightning slicing between skyscrapers across the city.
Instead it was a perfectly wonderful day. For most.
Courtney loved New York. The twenty-four-hour energy, the fashion, the events and especially her position as curator of her grandmother’s legacy—one of the most prestigious art museums in the city.
She never would have anticipated the last eighteen months, but she’d found a joy she’d never expected. Then, one week ago her world had capsized. Whatever happened in the next hour, she had no doubt her life would never be the same.
The heavenly scent of brewed coffee laced with a touch of cinnamon wafted through the shop’s air. The churn of blenders and mixers cut through the sounds of engines and horns piercing the door. She waited in this very ordinary setting for news that could destroy her world.
Maybe she’d been mistaken. After all, she hadn’t been thinking clearly that night eighteen months ago. Just feeling. Maybe her memory of his face, the contour of his cheek, the quirk of his lips when he smiled...maybe the man she’d seen on the news hadn’t been him at all.
It could happen. No need to borrow trouble when there was enough to be found in the world. The valuable advice had been one of the last bits of wisdom her mother had imparted before cancer had stolen her away from a ten-year-old who’d still needed those loving arms. Unfortunately, today was too critical not to worry.
Hers wasn’t the only person whose life could change forever.
A bell’s ring announced another patron. Courtney glanced up and her stomach flopped. The man’s military haircut screamed his thirty-year Marine career. She’d hired him because he didn’t frequent her family’s social circles. No one would think Courtney, Edward Jamison’s high-society daughter, would hire a private investigator who didn’t boast a Fifth Avenue pedigree.
That fact alone made Joe Botelli precisely who she needed.
He gave her a quick nod and crossed the room toward her. “Ms. Jamison.” He placed the folder between them and slid it across the table. “I found him. You were right. He stayed at the Waldorf that night.”
She closed her eyes briefly, bracing herself for the rest. “Tell me.”
The PI flipped open his notebook. “The highlights?”
She nodded. She could read the rest later, in the quiet of her penthouse, where she didn’t have to maintain such rigid control on her emotions.
“Jared King, thirty-two years old. Until about three years ago, desperate to keep his family’s Texas ranch in the black by training rodeo horses and raising stock.”
Jared. She rolled his first name around a few times, attaching it to the all-too-sensual dreams that invaded her sleep much too often. The moniker suited him. From what she’d seen on television, his apparent career was anything but expected.