And my daughter? Rhett asked in a dead-soft voice.
My man will do everything he can to keep her safe. I promise you that.
Rhetts eyes burned into Vallejos. His fingers closed around the other mans forearm in a grip of iron. You promise. Hell keep her safe. You trust him to be able to do that, this man of yours?
Id trust him with my own life. More importantly, with my daughters life, Vallejo said softly. Hes the best there is.
After a long tense moment, Rhett let out the breath hed been holding. Around him, three others did likewise. Okay. His mouth was dry as ashes, his voice a croak. So, when do we move on them?
Vallejo looked at his watch. Were getting our people in position now. As soon as my man lets me know shes safely away, were good to go.
God help you, Rhett thought, his mind holding fast to the knowledge that somewhere out in the Arizona wilderness, an unknown man held his daughters life in his hands. God go with you-whoever you are.
Chapter 3
Bronco heaved a silent sigh of relief as the last of the McCullough ranchs horse barns and outbuildings sank from sight behind the crest of a juniper-studded hill. He wouldnt feel safely away until theyd reached timber, but there was at least a measure of comfort in knowing that they were beyond visual range of the ranch and the road leading to it.
He studied the sky, taking note of the thunderheads gathering over the Superstitions, every nerve ending in his body straining for sounds he didnt want to hear. But he heard only the call of a mourning dove, the screeches of scrub jays feeding among the junipers. He altered his touch on the reins imperceptibly, and Sierra, the long-legged Appaloosa mare he was riding, dropped back even with Linda, the slower stockier gray hed chosen for his prisoner. Meanwhile the magnificent blood bay at the end of a lead rope adjusted his pace to a graceful trot. Bronco didnt spare him a glance; he knew the stallion would follow willingly. That was why hed made sure both saddle horses were mares-Cochise Red would consider them his by right.
With the worst of the pressure off, at least for the moment, Special Agent John Bracco of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms took a moment to study the woman who had complicated his life so unexpectedly.
Other than the fact that she looked every bit as good on a horse as hed thought she would, Lauren Brown wasnt what hed expected-not that hed had a lot of time to form expectations one way or the other. This thing had come upon him with the speed and unpredictability of an avalanche. One minute all hed had to deal with was figuring out which of two terrorists acts he was going to have to prevent-the assassination of a presidential candidate or a missile attack on the convention center-preferably while keeping his own cover intact. And the nextwell, the woman had practically fallen into their laps.
Bronco was fairly sure Gil had had no idea who Lauren Brown was when shed first contacted him on behalf of some ranch in Texas about buying his champion quarter horse stud. It wasnt until the commander had run his customary background and credit check on her that hed realized what he had. The opportunity had seemed to him God-given, the possibilities she presented beyond even his most optimistic dreams. Even then, smart paranoid that he was, Gil had held off on the final decision to go ahead with the plan until after hed met the woman. Until he was sure she wasnt the bait for some elaborate government trap.
A trap. Bronco let out a slow breath. McCullough was indeed riding into a trap, just not the one hed been looking out for. Like Julius Caesar, whose betrayal had come, not at the hands of Cleopatra or any other woman, but through his closest and most trusted friend.
He really is magnificent, isnt he? Laurens voice brought him back from that troubling place. She sounded almost wistful as she watched the stallion dip and weave like a kite at the end of a string, and Bronco knew she must be thinking of the innocent, even joyous quest that had brought her to this. She glanced over at him, and an unexpected smile of irony played around her lips. Id sure love to ride him, just once She left her words hanging there, sounding like a condemned prisoners last request.
No, she wasnt at all what hed expected.
What, exactly, had he expected of Lauren Elizabeth Brown, daughter of former U.S. attorney general Everett Charleton Brown? About to become First Daughter, if the polls were to be believed. About to be instantly recognized the world over, with every move, every breath, every step scrutinized and analyzed to death by both the legitimate and tabloid media.
He knew her parents had divorced when Lauren was ten, that her father had subsequently married Dixie Parish, of the folk-singing Parish Family, which counted among its many real-estate holdings that horse ranch in West Texas. He knew shed been born and raised in Des Moines, Iowa, that she was a graduate of Iowa University and Harvard Law School, and that shed passed the bar on the first try. A bright lady with a bright future-a future that reportedly included marriage to an equally brilliant member of a fine old Des Moines law firm. The media were already salivating over the prospect of a White House wedding. Oh, yes, and there was one brother, Ethan, currently attending UCLA, scheduled to begin his senior year in the fall.
That was what Bronco knew about Lauren Brown-pretty much what the rest of the world knew. What surprised him was the discovery that he would like to have known more. A lot more.
For one thing, he wanted to know what had brought a big-city lawyer to a West Texas horse ranch hundreds of miles from the man she supposedly loved. Bronco had never been in love and didnt expect to be, but he was pretty sure that if he ever did love a woman enough to want to marry her, hed want her near him every day of his life. Hed want her voice and her laughter lighting up his days, and her body warming his bed at night. Hed want the scent of her in his sheets and in his pores. If a man and woman pledged to join their lives together, they should be together. And stay together. That was the way he saw it.
That was what Bronco knew about Lauren Brown-pretty much what the rest of the world knew. What surprised him was the discovery that he would like to have known more. A lot more.
For one thing, he wanted to know what had brought a big-city lawyer to a West Texas horse ranch hundreds of miles from the man she supposedly loved. Bronco had never been in love and didnt expect to be, but he was pretty sure that if he ever did love a woman enough to want to marry her, hed want her near him every day of his life. Hed want her voice and her laughter lighting up his days, and her body warming his bed at night. Hed want the scent of her in his sheets and in his pores. If a man and woman pledged to join their lives together, they should be together. And stay together. That was the way he saw it.
And he wanted to know why a woman raised in a Midwestern city looked so natural and right astride a horse in the mountains of Arizona. This was wild country, the land of his ancestors-Indee, the People. A beautiful land, but harsh and unforgiving of those who didnt understand and respect her delicate balance. The bones of many strong men lay bleaching in forgotten canyons as mute testimony to that. And yet, this woman, tawny-haired and wraith-slender, seemed almost to belong in this sunburned landscape, as much at home here as the deer and antelope hed hunted as a boy.
Close on the heels of that thought came another. As he studied her, it occurred to Bronco that in spite of the fact that shed recently been forcibly abducted by armed men for purposes she could only guess at, she seemed almost happy. She rode with her body relaxed and graceful in the saddle, her face lifted to the warm wind and her eyes half-shut, her mouth softly smiling. As if, he thought as warmth stirred unexpectedly in his own body, in acceptance of a lovers caress. But why, he wondered, fighting off the image of soft lips, slowly parting, did she seem so unafraid? Had she no concept of the peril she was in? Her apparent innocence irritated him, even as her innate sensuality stirred and excited him.
Irritated, stirred and excited was not what Agent Bracco wanted to be. Not ever, actually, but especially not now, not with so much at stake. He told himself hed have to do a better job of keeping himself in balance, focused on the task at hand. He couldnt afford to let himself be distracted just because that task happened to involve shielding and protecting an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
A grim smile stretched his lips as he watched the stallion prancing grandly along behind the little gray mare, so intent on establishing his own sexual dominion that he was oblivious to the lead rope that held him captive. It occurred to him that there wasnt a whole lot of difference between a man and any other male animal when he allowed himself to be governed by histestosterone.
For some reason, the words the woman had spoken earlier that morning came back to him, carried on the wind like the scent of a far-off storm: I should never have danced with you.
He looks so hard and dangerous when he smiles like that, Lauren thought. I wonder what he can be thinking.
A shiver passed through her in spite of the Southwestern sun that burned like a branding iron across her shoulders. Because the only thing she knew for certain was that she could never be certain what that man was feeling. What a consummate actor he was! What a talented liar!
She told herself she was upset because shed misjudged him so badly. That as a lawyer she felt she ought to be more adept at reading people. But in her heart she knew better. The real source of her shame and betrayal lay in the accusation that pounded now inside her head in time to the horses hoofbeats.
Not, How could I have been so wrong about him?
But rather, How could I have been so attracted to him?
She couldnt even look at him now. Whenever she looked at him, her heart would begin to hammer and her eyes burn hot and her mind cloud over with rage. She wanted to fly at him in a screaming spitting clawing fury.
Why, she asked herself, did she feel so ashamed? Because shed watched him ride and admired his skill?
No, her honest heart answered her. Because you watched him ride and thought him beautiful.