The water ran over her like a warm waterfall as steam rose from the shower floor enveloping her and Cade in a misty reverie—a dream world of fulfillment.
After he finished washing her, Andie took the soap and lathered him, using her entire body to slip and slide over him and around him. His cock bobbed upright and delectable, and she reached to take him—wrap her mouth around his girth, but he turned off the water and muttered, “The drought.”
“Forget the drought.” She kissed the glistening tip of his cock while gripping his length. It throbbed and pulsed as he groaned, his thighs quivering. Before he could protest further, she took him in all the way until he slammed against her throat. A thrill shot through her as he surrendered and allowed her to pleasure him as much as he’d given her before.
Later, much later, they dragged their sodden bodies from the shower and fell onto the bed, wet and slippery without bothering to dry themselves.
Andie couldn’t stop stroking and caressing Cade, and he, likewise, touched her everywhere, craving contact and folding her into his arms as their eyes drooped and they fluttered together into a dreamland of loving forevers.
Chapter Seven
A few days later, Andie hugged her mother long and hard before she reached the security line at the airport. “I don’t know how to thank you. I’ll be back home once Cade starts playing again.”
The team had elected Cade as the one player to be put in the short term injured and designated for return slot. If he had been put on the injured release list, he would have been ineligible to play the rest of the season.
“You take care of yourself.” Her mother hugged her tightly, then turned to Cade who was carrying Bret. “Good luck with the season, and take good care of this little guy.”
She kissed Bret on the forehead and tickled his cheek. “I gotta go. Next time I see you, you’ll be a big boy.”
“We’ll bring him to visit in the off-season,” Cade promised. “Bye, Pam, and thanks for everything. I don’t have enough words to thank you for what you did for me.”
“I had a great time too, and thanks for buying me that pinball machine at the auction.”
“It should be there a few days after you.” Cade leaned over and kissed her. “Again, thank your husband for letting me borrow you.”
“He’ll be thrilled to meet you.”
Andie gave her mother one last hug. “I love you, Mom. Tell Dad, I’m sorry.”
“No worries. Everyone has their own destiny.” Her mother blinked back tears. “I have to go now if I don’t want to miss my flight.”
They waved and watched her while she went through the security line, then Cade took Andie’s hand and pressed it to his chest. “I feel so selfish keeping you when your father needs you so much.”
“I’ll go home when your mother’s out of rehab,” Andie said. “Then you’ll have someone to take care of Bret.”
“I’m going to miss you.” He swung her hand as they strolled through the terminal.
A lump grew in Andie’s throat. “I know, but I still need to help my parents. Besides, maybe being back in Itasca can help me regain the gaps in my memory.”
“You don’t have to convince me,” Cade said, as if reading her mind. “I love you whether you’re near or far. Of course I’d prefer you close to me, but until I can marry you, I’ll have to let you do your thing.” He swung Bret like a little airplane to let her kiss his head.
Marry her? He was already thinking that far? Andie’s heart wobbled and her knees felt like jelly. Sure, Cade was a dream come true, but she didn’t even have her entire memory back and her judgment could be impaired. She had, after all, apparently married Declan Reed—not that she could remember it.
Cade raised his eyebrow, probably wondering what her reaction was to his little non-proposal.
But before Andie could say anything, his cell phone jangled. He looked at it and handed Bret to her. “Sorry. I’ve a new agent. Dominique DeMarie.”
“She sounds hot.” Andie stuck her tongue out at Cade, glad for an interruption.
“Not as hot as you.” He let it ring one more time before answering. “Cade here.”
Andie watched as his mouth slackened from a grin to shock. Chills grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and she hugged Bret closer. Something bad had happened.
“What do you mean she’s missing?” Cade barked. “Have you contacted the police?”
His head shook and his eyes darted wildly. “We’re at the airport. I’ll be there in twenty. Call the police and have them meet me there.”
He hung up. “My mom’s missing from the rehab. She went for a walk on the beach and disappeared.”
“How did they let her out? I thought she wasn’t seeing visitors.” This case was getting more and more bizarre.
“She’s not, but she’s also not a prisoner. She must have convinced her counselor she was doing well enough to take a walk.” Cade grabbed her hand, and they rushed toward the parking lot.
* * *
More than a week went by with no sign of Cade’s mother. Every day, Cade called the police and bugged the detective. They’d already scoured the entire city for all the places Barb had been known to hang out at, including the house Cade had bought for her. She also hadn’t touched any of her bank accounts and left no trail of credit card use.
Fortunately, no body had turned up, which was hopeful, but Andie couldn’t get the niggling feeling out of her mind that Barbara’s disappearance had something to do with the football gambling ring, especially since the season opener was less than a week away.
“I’m going to talk to Dick,” Cade said. “He might know something, or maybe she went to him. You know, chickens coming home to roost type of thing.”
“Yeah, old partners.” In bed or crime or both? Andie cuddled the baby and kissed his downy little head. “Will he talk to you?”
“He will if I offer him money,” Cade grumbled. “I heard he was homeless until he found an old friend and moved in with him.”
“Where?”
“Don’t know.” Cade shrugged. “Just rumors the guys pass in the locker room.”
“Maybe he hooked up with your mother again. Didn’t you say they used to be in love?”
“High school sweethearts.” Cade sighed. “I know it’s almost time for you to go home, but with my mother missing …”
“Of course, I’ll stay. Let me call my parents and let them know.” Andie took her phone from her purse and walked outside. No sense letting Cade hear any potential arguments.
She had a missed call from an unknown number with a voicemail tag. She listened to it.
“Time to pay. It’s your fault Barb is missing. Show up at Sparks for the season opener. You know what to do.” It was an electronically disguised voice. “Don’t fail or Bret’s next.”
The message was clear. Barb had been kidnapped and they were threatening Bret. She couldn’t go home and leave them to their fate. Not when she could do something about it.
The first game of the season was this coming Sunday, and she could still go through with the sting. She had to. They’d threatened Bret, and they’d gone too far. Somehow, she had to give Cade the slip and get to Vegas.
She ran back into the house and jogged up the spiral staircase to the room where she’d stayed at the beginning of the summer. Digging under the mattress, she found the prepaid phone the FBI gave her and put it on the charger.
She steadied herself in front of the mirror and calmed her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. You can do it. You have to. As long as the secrets are out there, Barb was in danger. So was she and Bret and ultimately, Cade.
“Andie?” Cade called from downstairs. “What did your parents say?”
“I’m sorry. I have to leave right now.” She yanked her suitcase from the closet. “Dad had a setback.”
“What type of setback?” He jogged up the spiral staircase. “Is it serious?”
“I don’t know the details. I just have to go.”
He hugged her and held her tight. “Let me go with you. I’ll buy tickets. I don’t have to be at the game this weekend since I’m still injured.”
“No, it’s not necessary. You have to take care of Bret and look for your mom.” She couldn’t help squeezing him close. “I love you, no matter what. Don’t forget.”
He kissed her forehead. “It’s not your fault your father suffered a setback. Was it another stroke?”
“Not sure yet. Maybe. They’re doing some testing.” Andie’s tongue was heavy and thick. Ugh. She hated lying to him.
“Why don’t I go with you? Bret and I can come back in a week. I just can’t see you traveling alone.” He feathered his fingers through her hair, his expression one of concern. “It’s the least I can do.”
Andie’s pulse jittered with panic. “I need to do this alone, Cade. I need to know that I’m strong enough.”
“We know you’re strong, sweetheart. Why can’t you accept that I want to be there? Remember how your father wanted to meet me?”
“And he will. Just not this time.” Andie’s lips trembled. “Please, don’t think that way.”
“Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was so bad. I’ll pay for the tickets. I want to go with you, and I have time. Once I start playing again, my time belongs to the team. It’s settled and I don’t want any arguments.”
What was it about macho, protective men that wouldn’t let him give up? He would never, in a million years, let her go through with this plan. She had to get rid of him, despite wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms and be sheltered.
“Sure, let me know which flight you get, and I’ll call my mom.” She let him kiss her, but she couldn’t kiss him back, not with what she was about to do. “What’s the plan on looking for your mom?”
“Actually you gave me a clue,” Cade said. “I haven’t checked her house down in Wilmington. What if she’s holed up there? Or Dick is with her? It’s a perfect hideaway since it’s a close-knit community and their friends and neighbors aren’t the type to blast everything on the internet.”
“Wow, you’re right.”
“Let’s go after I feed Bret,” Cade said. “I’m not calling in case she doesn’t want to see me. We’ll just show up.”
“Sure.” Andie wiped her hand over her face and slumped onto the bed. “Except I’m not feeling well.”
Cade put a hand on her forehead. “You’re a little warm and you’re sweating.”
“I might be coming down with a cold.” She swallowed a few times. “My throat’s kind of raw.”
How many times had she lied in the last fifteen minutes? Andie hated herself, especially when Cade fluffed the pillow and turned down the bed for her. “I’ll bring up a cup of chicken soup. You need to rest, especially if we’re flying across the country.”
“I’m sorry. Everything’s tumbling down and I feel so useless with helping you find your mother.”
“That’s not true. Having you around makes me get up each morning. You give me strength and hope.” His eyes held so much adoration, it made Andie sick to her bones. “Get some rest. Tonight we’ll have to catch the redeye.”
“Cade, you’re too good to me.”
“Never. You deserve the best.” He held her tight and finally released her. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world all because of you.”
Chapter Eight
“Babe, since you’re staying here, can you watch Bret?” Cade brought up a bowl of chicken soup and set it on the table. “I’ve fed him, and he’s ready to go down for his afternoon nap. How are you feeling?”
Andie’s stomach twisted and she swallowed, her heart teetering between another lie or the truth. What was she going to do with Bret? She couldn’t leave him alone now that her mother was gone.
Cade put his hand on her forehead then leaned over and kissed her. “You’re not as warm as before, but if you’re really not feeling well, then I’ll go another time. We have to pack for our trip anyway. I got us the redeye so we have to be at the airport by ten tonight.”
“No, it’s fine. I can take care of Bret and pack. I’m sure I’ll feel better after some of this soup.” She rubbed her tummy to dispel the queasiness. What was she going to do now? Hopefully the FBI handler had ideas. Or maybe Owen could find a babysitter.
“That’s my girl. And thanks for watching Bret.”
“He’s no trouble at all. You go ahead and tell Barb I said ‘hi.’”
His lips pressed together and he nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing tightly. “If I find her.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth and clutched her chest. “You don’t think she’s …”
“Hopefully not. But if she’s using again, she might go back to familiar surroundings.”
“Sure.” Andie clamped her mouth shut. She had a horrid vision of Barbara lying dead with a needle in her arm, and she hoped to God Cade wouldn’t be greeted by that scene. “Maybe you should take a friend. I don’t know, Ronaldo, maybe or Joey.”
“They’re probably busy on such short notice. I’ll call you as soon as I get there and let you know what I find.” He glanced at his watch. “Gotta run before the traffic gets too heavy.”
As soon as she heard the garage door close, Andie dug the phone from the charger and called her contact, George.
“I’m ready to go to Vegas. I got a message saying it’s time to pay, that’s why Barb is missing and that Bret is next.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Don’t bother packing. We’ll have everything you need,” George said.
“A slight problem.” Andie scurried down the spiral stairs and peeked into the kitchen. Sure enough, Bret was sleeping in his battery-powered baby swing. “Cade left the baby with me. There are the dogs, too.”
“We’ll call the dog walker, not a problem. As for the babysitter, try to find someone who won’t make him suspicious. Someone who’s watched the baby before.”
“I didn’t know he was going to leave the baby with me. I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t panic. I’ll be over as soon as I can.” George signed off.
Andie’s heart sped as she paced around the kitchen. What was she going to do? Who could she call and what story would she tell them? Who’d watched the baby before except she, Barb, her mother and Roxanne?
It had to be Roxanne. She was the baby’s mother, after all, and she lived in a secure building with Declan.
She punched Roxanne’s number into the phone and waited. Pleasepleaseplease answer and don’t ask questions.
“Andie? You’re calling me?” Roxanne picked up right before it rolled to voicemail.
“Oh, good. I got you. I need—”
“Is Bret okay?” For once she sounded worried.
“He’s fine. I have to make an emergency trip to Itasca. My dad’s ill and I have a plane to catch. Cade left the baby with me.”
“Oh, okay. Why’d he do that?”
“He’s looking for Barb and there was a mix-up. He thinks we’re all flying out tonight at ten, but really, Rox, I don’t want him coming with me. It’s a private family matter.”
“So you want to sneak away.” Her voice carried a note of amusement. “Sure, and you want me to watch Bret.”
“Can you? I mean, you’re not busy are you?”
“Of course I’m busy, but I can drop everything for my son. I’m not that bad of a mother.” She huffed. “I’ll be over.”
While she waited, Andie packed her luggage. She wrote and rewrote notes to Cade, tearing each one up as she crossed out the lies. Finally, she settled on the simple truth.
Cade, I should have been stronger to tell you what I want, but every time you’re near me, my heart gives out and I get tongue-tied and I go along with your agenda. I really need to go alone this time. It’s not that I don’t love you or trust you, but there are things I have to do on my own. I will be back, so don’t worry, and I should have said something, but now it’s too late. Roxanne will take good care of Bret, so call her when
you get this note. I’ll also text you once I’m at the airport. Bye, for now, my love. Yours always, Andie.
She taped the note to the refrigerator and checked on Bret. He was still in snooze city. She put out fresh water and food for Red and Gollie and let them outside for a bit. She’d call them in right before leaving with George.
Her heart was racing a mile a minute, so she went to Cade’s bed and hugged his pillow. This sting had to work. The danger would never stop as long as the mastermind was out there.
She couldn’t just lie here like an idiot awaiting her doom. Her nerves were so high strung it was like she’d had a pure caffeine drip straight into her veins. Leaping from the bed, she threw the pillow and screamed. A flurry of folded pink notes dropped from the pillow case.
Andie picked up the first one and unfolded it.
Darling, tell the truth about the Super Bowl.
It was written in a decorative, feminine handwriting. She opened another one:
Your career is over, why not admit it?
The next one:
You fucked up. Own it. Or else …
Andie tore through the pile, her fingers trembling.
Where’s your mom? Hope you find her.
And another:
You owe us. Own it or pay. Or else …
And another that yanked Andie’s heart from her throat.
What cute baby blues you have.
That did it. She had to save Bret. Someone hated Cade and was a threat to his family. He never meant to throw away the Super Bowl, but someone out there needed him to take the fall badly and Cade wasn’t complying. That much was clear. The only place they could hit Cade was with the people he loved: Barbara and Bret. His family.
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