With a baby suddenly in his care,
he’ll need all the help he can get.
When Nash Dillon’s childhood friend leaves a baby on his doorstep, his days become unpredictable. Thankfully, Emily Lang, an undercover investigator posing as a nanny, comes to his rescue. But once he discovers why Emily is really there—and that both her and the baby’s life are in danger—he unleashes every skill in his law enforcement arsenal to keep them out of harm’s way. Especially once it leads them down a very deadly path.
“There’s something special about us. I felt it from the beginning,” Emily said.
“So did I.” Nash pressed his mouth against hers.
She returned the kiss, inching her hands up his throat. With her fingers laced behind his neck, she pulled him closer and he deepened the kiss.
Nash’s body jerked, and he pulled away from her.
“I—I agree.” She put a hand to her hot cheek. “Bad idea.”
“Shh.” He rose to his feet and turned toward the sliding door that led to their room.
“What is it?” She touched his back, straining her ears for Wyatt’s cry.
Nash lunged forward and charged through the door.
With the adrenaline rushing through her system, Emily stumbled after him. She tripped over the sliding-door track and screamed as she saw Nash tackle a man hovering over Wyatt’s crib.
CHAIN OF CUSTODY
Carol Ericson
Carol Ericson is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true-crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”
Books by Carol Ericson
Harlequin Intrigue
Holding the Line
Evasive Action
Chain of Custody
Red, White and Built: Delta Force Deliverance
Enemy Infiltration
Undercover Accomplice
Code Conspiracy
Red, White and Built: Pumped Up
Delta Force Defender
Delta Force Daddy
Delta Force Die Hard
Red, White and Built
Locked, Loaded and SEALed
Alpha Bravo SEAL
Bullseye: SEAL
Point Blank SEAL
Secured by the SEAL
Bulletproof SEAL
Her Alibi
Harlequin Intrigue Noir
Toxic
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Emily Lang—A fired cop trying to get her PI business off the ground, she takes a job keeping tabs on baby Wyatt, and when that baby leads her to the doorstep of a sexy border patrol agent, she’s only too willing to conceal her dislike of babies and pose as a nanny to get close to Wyatt—and the agent.
Nash Dillon—When an old friend drops her baby off on this border patrol agent’s porch with little explanation, he’s thrilled to find a caring nanny—until he discovers his nanny is a PI with ulterior motives and a fiery temperament to match her red hair.
Wyatt Lemoin—This innocent baby is at the center of a tug-of-war involving petty criminals, drug dealers and child traffickers.
Jaycee Lemoin—Nash’s old friend has gotten herself, and her baby, into big trouble but she could always count on Nash to help her out.
Brett Fillmore—Jaycee’s boyfriend isn’t above using a baby to save his own skin, but he crossed the wrong people this time.
Marcus Lanier—A Phoenix mover and shaker, Marcus hires Emily to follow a baby he claims is his own, but is he a concerned father or something more sinister?
Contents
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Excerpt from Badlands Beware by Nicole Helm
Chapter One
Emily held her breath as the man with the gun leaned over the playpen and ran the butt of the weapon down the front of the baby’s onesie.
“Cute kid.” His lips stretched into a semblance of a smile. “He yours?”
Jaycee started forward and then stopped, licking her lips.
Emily whispered to herself, “C’mon, Jaycee. Do what you do best. Lie.”
Flicking her fingers in the air, Jaycee said, “It’s my roommate’s. I’m making her move and take the brat with her.”
The bigger, beefier man in the room, who clearly didn’t need a weapon for intimidation, strolled toward the window and out of Emily’s view. “You sure you don’t know where your boyfriend is?”
“I told you. Brett and I broke up. I don’t have a clue where that loser is.”
Emily squinted and brought the phone with the video flickering across the display closer to her face. Was Jaycee telling the truth this time?
Emily’s client, Marcus Lanier, was sure Jaycee planned to take their baby and run off with Brett Fillmore. If Brett were in trouble with these two guys, Jaycee wouldn’t be likely to hand him over.
The big man skimmed a hand over his shaved head as he stepped back into the range of the camera Emily had set up in Jaycee’s apartment—without her knowledge. Once Marcus had hired her to keep an eye on his baby, Emily’s first step had been to install some electronic surveillance in Jaycee’s apartment. She hadn’t gotten much info in the five days she’d been tracking Jaycee—until now.
Marcus Lanier, a mover and shaker in Phoenix, had suspected Jaycee of hanging out with a sketchy crowd, and these guys with their guns and veiled threats definitely qualified. Marcus had feared for his baby’s safety due to Jaycee’s relationship with Brett Fillmore, a low-level druggie, but these two were next-level serious.
What did they want with Brett? If they thought he was the father of this baby, what would they be willing to do?
“Wh-what do you want with Brett, anyway?” Jaycee crossed her arms and wedged her back against the playpen, blocking the baby from the intruders.
The man holstered his gun. “Don’t worry about it. If you hear from him, let him know he needs to call us.”
Jaycee finally asked the question Emily was dying to know. “Who’s us?”
The bigger guy, the one who hadn’t drawn the weapon tucked in his waistband, straightened the sunglasses he hadn’t bothered to remove inside. “How many people are looking for him?”
The other man snorted. “Tell him to call us—or else.”
Knots tightened in Emily’s gut. Had Jaycee noticed he glanced at the baby when he said that?
“If I happen to see him, which I doubt, I’ll let him know a couple of guys with guns are looking for him.” Jaycee tossed her dyed blond locks over her shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll get right on it.”
The man with the shaved head leveled a finger at her. “You forgot the ‘or else’ part—and no police,
or we’ll be looking for you, too.”
“Me and the police don’t get along so well.” Jaycee shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll have any contact with Brett, but I’ll tell him if I do.”
Emily blew out a long breath when the two men finally left. She’d been worried about the baby, but Jaycee must’ve been terrified despite her nonchalant attitude.
As soon as the door closed behind the men, Jaycee sprang into action. She ran toward the hallway and stayed out of view for a good ten minutes. She reappeared, dragging a suitcase behind her with a diaper bag slung over her shoulder.
Emily’s heart rattled in her chest. Jaycee planned to leave. She’d better take the car Emily had put a tracker on, because Emily had no intention of letting that baby—or her own fat paycheck—out of her sight.
With one eye on her phone, Emily packed a bag almost as quickly as Jaycee had. She didn’t have to pack baby stuff, but she had her own bag of tricks she might need on the road. She had to be prepared for anything. Jaycee might even try to slip across the border.
When the red dot on her phone indicated Jaycee was on the move, Emily grabbed a bottle of water and a half-eaten sandwich from the fridge. Holding her cell in front of her, she tossed her bag into the trunk of her car and slid behind the wheel.
She lived near enough to Jaycee’s neighborhood in south Phoenix to wait it out on the street in front of her own place until she could determine Jaycee’s intent. When her cell phone showed Jaycee’s car heading for the 10 South, she cranked on her engine and peeled away from the curb.
Following Jaycee, Emily kept her distance—not that Jaycee would recognize her or her nondescript silver hatchback, but she might be keeping an eye out for a tail...at least she should be.
Emily checked her own rearview mirror, scanning the freeway behind her. Had the goons who’d dropped in on Jaycee believed her about the baby not being hers? Maybe they believed her about Brett. If they trusted anything that woman said, they didn’t know Jaycee Lemoin very well—at least if all of Marcus Lanier’s stories about her were true.
A half a sandwich, a bottle of water and about an hour and a half later, Emily watched on her phone’s display as Jaycee cruised past Tucson. She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel. Did this chick really intend to cross the border?
If she did, maybe Marcus should just let her go. Maybe Jaycee and the baby could keep safe by getting lost in Mexico. But Marcus didn’t want to let Jaycee go, and he wanted to keep the baby safe from Jaycee. Emily hadn’t even informed her client of this second threat stalking his son, but it wouldn’t surprise him.
Marcus knew all about the company Jaycee kept and her lifestyle, making him fear for the baby’s safety. He’d hired Emily to watch out for the baby until he could prove his paternity and get his ducks in a row before making a move for custody.
This little excursion of Jaycee’s would give Marcus even more ammunition.
Emily’s gaze darted to her phone and the red dot heading west. Did Jaycee plan to spend the night somewhere before crossing over? Or was she waiting for nightfall before making that surreptitious journey?
Five minutes later, Emily took the same exit—to Paradiso, a small Arizona border town.
Jaycee’s car had stopped, and Emily blew out a breath. She could be a lot more inconspicuous in this little hick border town than in Mexico. If Jaycee decided to stay put in Paradiso, Emily would be able to watch her and the baby better. Then Marcus could take over and do whatever he needed to do to get his son back.
Emily sucked in her bottom lip when she turned off the main road running through the town. She’d expected Jaycee to hole up at a hotel. If she were staying with a friend, surveillance would be more difficult.
As she rolled past a grove of leafy trees, Emily buzzed down her window and sniffed the air, which had a slightly sweet smell. Who knew orchards grew in the middle of the desert?
She squinted and scanned the long, empty road ahead. Jaycee must’ve pulled into the gates on the right. Nothing else but trees stretched on either side of the road. The house behind those gates must be set back from the street because Emily could see just the top of it.
Emily pulled into a turnoff well beyond the gates and dug in her bag for a pair of binoculars. She leaned out the car window and focused on the entrance to the property. She could research the records later for the owners and their connection to Jaycee.
She had barely settled in for her little watch party when Jaycee’s car flew out of the gates, kicking up dust.
Emily pulled her head back in the car and tossed the binoculars onto the seat next to her. “Damn. On the road again.”
She followed Jaycee into town and to a gas station on the edge of it. The woman hadn’t made her once on the trip down and wouldn’t take notice of another car fueling up.
After Jaycee got her gas, she walked into the mini-mart to pay, but she didn’t have the baby with her. No wonder Marcus was concerned. That action right there screamed negligence. She’d add it to her list for Marcus’s custody battle.
With her palms sweating, Emily scrambled from her car and strolled past Jaycee’s at the pump. She glanced into the back seat of Jaycee’s little compact and tripped, clutching a hand to her throat.
What had Jaycee done with the baby?
* * *
BORDER PATROL AGENT NASH DILLON logged off his computer and stretched his arms to the ceiling. It had been a rough few weeks after he’d come back from the rodeo in Wyoming. That headless body at the border before he’d left had ushered in a floodgate of information about a cartel’s tunnels between the US and Mexico, and Border Patrol had been dealing with the fallout ever since.
As Nash locked his desk drawer, Valdez, a new agent, called out to him, “Hey, Dillon, do you have women tracking you down at work now?”
“I hope not.” Nash grabbed his hat from the corner of his desk. “Someone looking for me?”
“A woman called earlier and asked if you were working today and what time you’d be off.” Valdez winked. “Maybe you got a surprise waiting for you.”
“God, I hope not.” Nash clapped his hat onto his head. “You didn’t give her any information, did you?”
Valdez’s baby face sported two red spots on his cheeks. “I—I told her you were off at five.”
“Valdez.” Nash shook his head. “Someone needs to teach you some basics.”
“Sorry. She sounded...sweet.”
“They all sound sweet, Valdez—until they’re not.” He leveled a finger at the green agent. “Do not ever give out information like that about anyone in this office. Got it?”
“Got it, Chief.” Valdez touched his fingers to his forehead. “Let me know if she is sweet.”
Nash fired a crumpled napkin at Valdez’s grinning mug and stepped into the early summer heat of the Sonoran Desert. He shook out his sunglasses and perched them on his nose before sliding into his truck.
He hoped one of those women who followed the rodeo circuit in the Southwest hadn’t tracked him down. His day hadn’t put him in any mood to hang out with a woman tonight—even a sweet one.
He snorted. Not too many sweet ones around as far as he could tell.
He drove through town, grumbling under his breath about the traffic. Even Tucson drivers would scoff at his idea of traffic, but Paradiso had been growing thanks in large part to his family’s groves of pecan trees. His family used to ship the pecans to be processed and packed, but some savvy business people decided to bring the processing to the pecans. The new processing plant had brought jobs, people and...traffic.
He turned onto the road that led to those pecans and his house, rolling his shoulders and blowing out a long breath. Peace, quiet and a cold beer waited for him beyond those gates.
He stopped at the front entrance to his property and picked up the mail. His tires crunched over the gravel as he made his way u
p the circular drive.
He threw his truck into Park and snatched his hat from the seat next to him. He exited the truck, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. He took two steps toward his porch and jerked to a halt.
A misshapen object draped with a blanket greeted him on the second step. His hand hovered over the gun in his belt.
The last delivery to a Border Patrol agent’s porch had turned out to be a severed head in a box.
Nash twisted around and scanned the entrance to his driveway through narrowed eyes. Then he glanced at the camera at the corner of his house recording everything. Whoever had dropped off this present would’ve been captured on video.
His nerve endings alight, he stalked to the porch. Standing on the first step, he reached out and swept the powder blue blanket from the object beneath.
The object blinked and yawned, and Nash stared down into the face of a baby.
Chapter Two
Nash frantically scrolled through the contacts in his cell phone until he found Jaycee Lemoin. He stabbed at the name with his forefinger. The phone rang and rang on the other end without even a voice mail pickup.
“Damn it.” He threw the phone at the couch and then eyed the baby, still strapped into his car seat on the floor by the door.
He’d been afraid to even pick him up. Why in the hell would Jaycee choose him as the caretaker of her baby while she went off doing God knows what?
At the kitchen table, he smoothed out the note Jaycee had left with the baby. She promised she’d be back in a day or two and just needed him to watch little Wyatt—keep him safe.
Little Wyatt gurgled from his corner, and Nash crumpled Jaycee’s note in his hand and peered over his shoulder at the baby. He couldn’t even turn to his friend April for help. She and his fellow agent Clay had run off to Vegas to get married and then on to Hawaii for a honeymoon. He didn’t begrudge those two their happiness, but, man, he could use April right about now.
He approached the baby, who watched him coming with wide eyes. He crouched before the car seat and niggled his finger against the bottom of Wyatt’s foot. He jerked back as Wyatt kicked out his legs and waved one arm.
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