The 9-Month Bodyguard
Cindy Dees
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
About the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Copyright
CINDY DEES started flying aeroplanes while sitting in her dads lap at the age of three and got a pilots licence before she got a drivers licence. At age fifteen, she dropped out of school and left the horse farm in Michigan where she grew up to attend the University of Michigan.
After earning a degree in Russian and Eastern European studies, she joined the US Air Force and became the youngest female pilot in its history. She flew supersonic jets, VIP airlift and the C-5 Galaxy, the worlds largest aeroplane. She also worked part-time gathering intelligence. During her military career, she travelled to forty countries on five continents, was detained by the KGB and East German secret police, got shot at, flew in the first Gulf War, met her husband and amassed a lifetimes worth of war stories.
Her hobbies include professional Middle Eastern dancing, Japanese gardening and medieval re-enacting. She started writing on a one-dollar bet with her mother and was thrilled to win that bet with the publication of her first book in 2001. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at www.cindydees.com.
Chapter 1
If one more person told her that her thirties were going to be the best years of her life, she was going to spend that decade in prison, doing hard time for murder.
Silver Rothchild realized her pasted-on smile was slipping and reinforced it quickly.
Thirty years old. Gamblers all over Las Vegas must be losing their shirts tonight betting over whether or not shed live to see this birthday. A few years ago, no one would have bet a plugged nickel on her chances of making it this long.
She had to admit that her twenties had been one heck of a wild ride. The holier-than-thou crowd was offended at any hint that shed actually had fun jet-setting around the world, rocking out in front of huge audiences as a pop singer, partying till dawn and pulling dozens of crazy stunts, any one of which should have killed her. But the fact was, a lot of it had been a blast. Self-destructive in the end and rendering her jaded and cynical far beyond her years, but a blast, nonetheless.
Of course, shed done a lot of growing up since then. Shed buried enough of her friends by now to know the dangers of the lifestyle, too. Since those days shed sworn off harmful substances, and shed made a concerted effort to drop completely off the celebrity radar. Heck, shed made an appearance in a celebrity magazine a few months back in a where are they now? article. How pathetic was that? Thirty years old and she was a has-been.
You okay, snookums? You look like roadkill.
I hate it when you call me that, Silver muttered to Mark Sampson, her bodyguard and ostensible boyfriend of the past several months.
Its cute. Like you and your perky little
She stepped away from his hand as he made a clumsy grab at her rear end and hissed through her fake smile, Stop acting like white trash.
Now, snookums. Be nice. Wouldnt want me to get all mad and accidentally say something to them reporters over there about our arrangement.
She sighed. He was right. She was the one whod made the offer to him in the first placeshe had no business getting bitchy with him over it. She looped an arm through his and guided him out to the dance floor. Dance nasty in front of Mark and hed forget all about his threat. Men were such incredibly simple creatures.
Not particularly enjoying either the song or gyrating around in as slutty a fashion as she could muster, she was vastly relieved when a sharp vibration tickled her right hip. Her heart leaped in anticipation. Could this be the call?
Shouting over the blaring music, she yelled at Mark, Phone! Ive got to take this call.
He nodded, turned to the nearest half-naked bimbo without interrupting his own hip-thrusting Elvis impersonation, and kept on dancing.
Some bodyguard.
She found a secluded corner behind a potted palm in the hall outside and pulled out her brand-new crystal-encrusted cell phone, a birthday present from her stepsister, Natalie. She hit redial quickly.
Hello, this is Silver Rothchild
Silver! Hi, this is Debbie, from Dr. Harriss office.
Her blood pressure jumped twenty points right then and there. Oh, God. It was the call. Her test results were back. She let out a long, steadying breath and steeled herself to hear the news either way. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. Im sorry I couldnt stick around the office to wait for the results, but I couldnt be late for my own birthday party.
The nurse at the other end of the phone laughed. Well, Ive got a birthday present for you, Silver. Your results are positive. Youre going to have a baby.
A baby.
The word washed over her and through her like a warm and gentle blessing, calming all the way down to her soul. Her most cherished dream had finally come true.
Silver? Are you there?
Uh, yes. Im still here. Thatsthats fabulous!
Jubilation erupted in her heart all of a sudden, an elation that wouldnt be contained. She let out a whoop of joy that startled a couple walking past.
Youll need to set up an appointment for next week. We need to do a sonogram and get you started on prenatal vitamins. And of course, the doctors going to want to talk to you about managing your blood pressure. As you know, this pregnancy poses a certain risk, given your tendency to high blood pressure. Write down any questions you have as they occur to you or youll forget them during your appointment.
Right. Ill call back first thing in the morning.
Silver floated out from behind the palm tree, her feet several inches above the floor. Her hand stole to her flat belly. A tiny human being was growing in there! It was miraculous.
There you are, Silver! a female voice called out with a hint of irritation from down the hall. Your father wants to give you his birthday present. Youd better hurry before he changes his mind.
Silver spied her perfectly groomed stepmother, only four years her senior, coming her way in a pair of high heels that mere mortals wouldnt dare attempt. But Rebecca, in true trophy-wife fashion, was a former model and wore the four-inch stilettos like they were an extension of her magnificent legs.
Okay, so sue her. She was jealous of her glamorous stepmothers height. It sucked being five foot two in a town full of six-foot-tall show girls. She looked like a twelve-year-old compared to them.
Im coming, Rebecca, Silver called.
A spark of curiosity grew within her. What had her father cooked up for her birthday? Hed been so mysterious about it. Usually, she could coax any secret out of him. But this time, despite her very best cajolery, he hadnt given so much as a hint of what her birthday present wasother than the fact that it was going to blow her mind.
It took a lot to blow her mind. Like right now. She was pretty blown away by the idea of a baby of her own. She loved kids. Always had. Born into another life, shed have been a schoolteacher in a heartbeat.
As it was, her life had gone in a radically different direction. Shed always been a good singer, and with Daddys money and the resources of a show town like Vegas behind her, shed been trained into a polished performer. A few Rothchild connections in the music biz, and voilà, shed become a recording artist and pop star. Whether or not shed deserved it was open to debate. At twenty-two, she hadnt cared if shed stolen the dream of someone more talented and less connected. But nownow she wondered about it sometimes.
Given a do-over of her life, it might be interesting to see if she couldve made it in the music business without any help at all from her father. Of course that was easy to say with a wall full of gold records and the fame and fortune to go with them.
Not having to fake a smile this time, she joined her party once more.
Theres our birthday girl! her father boomed.
She made her way to him through the crowd of well-wishers. She hugged several of her longtime partners-in-crime whod managed to survive their youths and grow up to one degree or another. There was no sign of Mark, for which she was abjectly grateful. Had he actually been her boyfriend, shed have been furious that hed vanished to who-knew-where with who-knew-whom. But now that she was pregnant, it was a good thing shed taken the precaution of setting up their arrangement.
Her father gave her a hand up onto the raised dais along the back side of the room. Wait till he found out he was going to be a grandpa. Once he got over the initial shock and got done lecturing her about not being married, hed be tickled to death. At least, that was the plan. Harold was fiercely loyal to his family, but could bemercurial. Which was to say, he could be a died-in-the-wool son of a bitch. It made him a great casino mogul, but at times, it made him a difficult father to deal with.
Silver acted appropriately amused as a giant, black-frosted cake was wheeled in. The Rothchild Grands pastry chef had outdone himself, decorating the beastly thing with miniature fondant coffins, plastic wheelchairs, and tiny blue marzipan bottles of Geritol. It really was ghoulish. As if she needed the reminder that she was no longer twentysomething and in the bloom of her youth.
Then the toasts began. Oh, they were meant in good funthe references to slowing down, growing up, and getting old. But the underlying message of it all was much, much worse. Shed become safe. Bland. Boring. To her, that was a thousand times worse than turning thirty. Where had the adventurous Silver gone? The one who dared to take the music business by storm? The one who didnt give a damn what anyone else thought? Who chased all her dreams, no matter how far-fetched?
The only thing that kept her from waxing suicidal at the black balloons, funeral dirge in lieu of Happy Birthday, and nonstop old age jokes was her delirious secret. They could say whatever they wanted. She was finally going to have a baby.
When the birthday roast was finally over, her father raised his champagne glass. A toast to my lovely daughter. May her next ten years be as successful as her last ten, and a lot less hard on this old mans heart.
The crowd laughed, and on cue, she looked appropriately abashed. For all his ranting and raving over the years to get her act together and grow up, he could really get over her twenties any day now. She had. She hadnt done anything to frighten or embarrass him in nearly seven years, but he still took every opportunity to remind her what a screwup she was.
That was Harold personified. Never missed a chance to sink a barb into someone if he could. Some people said it was impossible to love and hate a person at the same time. Obviously, theyd never had him for a stepfather.
Of course, now that she was turning thirty, she probably could get away with distancing herself from him and his overbearing ways. Maybe she should consider moving out of Las Vegas. Out of Nevada, even. Heck, out of the country! It was a shocking thought. Daring. But it took root in her head as surely as a baby had taken root in her womb. A new start. No ties to her past. No Rothchilds. No Harold.
Her father was speaking again. better thirtieth birthday present than to give my beautiful and talented daughter a special engagement at the Grand Casino
Whoa. Rewind.
Engagement? At the Grand? Herperform again?
Silvers mind went blank. She wanted to resurrect her career almost as bad as she wanted this baby. And he was going to give her a shot? In total shock, she looked up at her father.
She whispered, Are you serious?
He laughed heartily. As a heart attack, kiddo.
My own show?
Yup. Seven nights. On the big stage. Orchestra, backup dancers, pyrotechnics, the works.
She flung herself into his arms and did something she hadnt done since shed been a little girl. She burst into tears. Even he was startled by that.
Hey now, whats this, kiddo? Youre not unhappy, are you? I can cancel it
Oh, Lord. Was pregnancy weepiness kicking in already? Or maybe she was just overwhelmed by being broadsided with two such enormous pieces of news in quick succession. No! Im overjoyed, Daddy. Its incredible. Ive dreamed of restarting my career for yearsI dont know how to thank youyoure the best
Whod have guessed he was capable of such a thoughtful and generous gesture? Maybe Candaces death had affected him more than she realized. Her stepsisters recent murder had hit everyone in the family hard.
Damn. Just when shed resolved to cut the apron strings for good, he went and did something amazing. Something that would keep her firmly in Las Vegas for some months to come, preparing and rehearsing for her show. The guys timing was uncanny, as always. Just let the thought of leaving cross her mind, and boom, he roped her back in.
He patted her back awkwardly. No more tears.
She sniffed and smiled up at him damply. Regardless of his motives, it really was an incredibly generous gift.
Quietly, so the audience wouldnt hear, he said, One condition, though. You stay out of trouble. Out of the bars and nightclubs. No wild partying, no more stunts, no more of your pop-star shenanigans. And stay out of the freaking tabloids. A hard edge entered his voice. You go back to your old ways, and Ill yank this rug out from under you so fast your head spins. Understood? Keep it clean, and Ill give you another shot at singing. Screw this up, and Ill see to it nobody ever hires you again.