Undercover Daddy (4 page)

“Why would those men have killed your wife?” Elaina asked. She shoved the umbrella back into the basket and made sure that Theresa was still in the nursery. She didn’t want the woman overhearing any of this. “You think they did it to get Christopher from her so they could hand him over to the lawyers running the adoption ring?”

Luke adjusted his leather jacket so the weapon wouldn’t be visible. “That’s one theory.”

She snapped toward him. “There’s more than one?”

He nodded. Raked his fingers over his eyebrow. “Right before I went on the deep cover-up last year, I arrested a man named George Devereux. He was slime, into too many different crimes to name. Devereux vowed revenge because I arrested him. I haven’t been able to prove it, but it’s possible that Devereux murdered Taylor shortly after she gave birth. It’s also possible that he or one of his henchmen sold or gave Christopher to the adoption ring.”

Elaina felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. It took several seconds to regain her breath and some semblance of composure. It took her slightly longer than that to manage to think his theory through. On the one hand, it would make her feel marginally better to put the blame on Luke. But on the other hand, she didn’t want a heavy-duty criminal like Devereux to be involved in this.

“So then, why would Devereux’s men come after me?” she demanded to know. “I certainly can’t link him to Christopher’s adoption or to Taylor’s death.”

“Maybe Devereux didn’t want to stop with Taylor.” Luke paused and met her gaze. “Maybe he’s had time to stew while sitting in prison and wants to continue his revenge.”

“Oh, God.” Elaina dropped back a step. “You mean Christopher?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

Elaina groaned and felt the sickening knot form in her stomach. “So, either George Devereux or Kevin might have spawned this?”

“There’s only one way to find out which one. Those two men will provide the answers.”

Yes. The men. With all the talk about Devereux and revenge, she’d nearly forgotten that they might be very close to learning what this was really about. In fact, if the men confessed to trying to kill her, then they’d be off the streets for a long, long time. Their confession and incarceration could give her the safety she’d been praying for and the freedom to resume a normal life.

For all the good it’d do her now.

Luke Buchanan’s arrival had changed everything, and Elaina didn’t think they would agree on what she considered a
normal life.
Heck, he could still try to have her arrested for the illegal adoption.

Elaina felt sick. That feeling didn’t go away when she heard Theresa call out. “I hope those protestors are gone. Christopher’s up from his nap. Is it okay if I bring him out there?”

She was on the verge of saying no, but the word stuck in her throat. Luke, however, seemed to have no trouble responding. Obviously following the sound of Theresa’s voice, he headed straight for Christopher.

Elaina rushed after him. It was like a train wreck about to happen.

Luke paused in the doorway of the nursery, and since he took up nearly the entire space, Elaina had to stand on her tiptoes to see what had stopped the agent in his tracks.

Christopher was there. He wore the denim overalls and long-sleeved knit blue shirt that she’d dressed him in that morning. He was standing, holding on to the arm of the rocking chair where Theresa was seated.

“The protestors are gone?” Theresa asked.

“They’re gone,” Luke assured her, but his attention was focused solely Christopher.

Luke stepped toward the baby. Elaina’s instincts screamed to stop him. But she couldn’t. She could only stand there and watch as Luke reached down and gently lifted her son into his arms.

Luke forgot to breathe.

In fact, he forgot everything when he picked up his son. He’d never thought anything could feel like this. It was magic. Pure magic. And the weight of the world slipped off Luke’s shoulders.

Well, in one way it did.

In another, he knew instantly that he would do whatever it took to protect—and claim—his son.

Christopher whimpered a little and tossed a questioning glance at Elaina before turning those suspicious gray eyes back on Luke. Eyes that were a perfect replica of Luke’s own.

The genetics didn’t stop there. Luke had seen baby pictures of himself, and Christopher was a little DNA copy, right down to his chocolate-brown hair.

His son’s bottom lip quivered, and judging from his expression he was about to cry.

“It’s okay,” Theresa said, her voice soothing. “It’s Da Da. Remember, we talk about Da Da. Well, Da Da’s come home to be with you.”

Even more skepticism came into Christopher’s eyes, but he tested out the syllables he’d heard his sitter say. “Da Da.”

Behind him, Luke heard Elaina’s breath shatter, and he looked back to see the tears streaming down her cheeks. Theresa was crying, too, but Luke was almost positive that the sitter’s tears were of the happy variety.

He couldn’t say the same for Elaina.

Those were real tears of pain and anguish. Luke understood them. Though he hadn’t cried, he’d felt those same raw emotions from the moment that he learned he had a son. It’d ripped his heart into pieces. Now, just holding his baby, just hearing him say those precious sounds, made all the pain and anguish melt away.

“I’ll give the three of you some privacy,” Theresa insisted. She stood and left the room, closing the door behind her.

His son smelled like baby powder and cookies. Luke brushed a kiss on Christopher’s forehead, and because he suddenly wasn’t feeling too steady on his feet, he sat down in the rocker. Elaina sat, as well. Groaning softly, she sank down onto the floor and buried her face in her hands.

That seemed to be Christopher’s cue to get moving. The little boy squirmed to get out of his arms, and though Luke hated to let go of him, his son was insistent. Fearing that he might drop him, Luke finally deposited him onto the floor. He held on to him until Christopher plopped into a sitting position and then immediately crawled toward Elaina.

The only mother his son had ever known.

Christopher used her knees to pull himself up to a rather precarious standing position. He slapped at her hands until she lowered them. Despite her tear-stained face, the little boy smiled at her. It wasn’t an ordinary smile, either. It was a smile of joy and love.

Seeing that love aimed at Elaina put a fist around Luke’s heart. On the one hand, he despised the woman who’d perhaps robbed him of months with his son. On the other hand, she was the center of his baby’s world.

For now, anyway.

She reached out and pulled Christopher to her. “You can’t take him away from me.”

Maybe not right away he couldn’t, but if she was innocent Luke couldn’t see including her permanently in his life. Except for perhaps visitation rights. He only hoped that was enough.

“Concentrate on the here and now,” Luke told her. “I will raise my son, and that’ll be a lot easier to do with your
cooperation.
”

That sent her gaze slicing to his. “And what do you consider cooperation?”

“Help Christopher through this adjustment.”

She huffed. “You’re talking about your plan. You want me to pretend to be your loving wife until you’re comfortable enough to take Christopher.”

“I don’t want him to have too many changes at once,” Luke clarified. “I want this to be the easiest possible transition for him. If we’re in the house that he considers home, if you’re there, and if we can create a safe, nurturing environment for him, then—”

“Then you’ll wait until he gets to know you and then take him.”

Yes. But Luke couldn’t say that to her, not with those tears in her eyes. “We’ll see what we can work out,” he offered.

And under the circumstances, it was the best he could give her.

They sat there, both looking at the little boy they loved and wanted. And there was no doubt about it. Luke did love this child. Unconditional, total love. Even though he’d just met him for the first time, he couldn’t imagine a life without his son.

Christopher babbled something indistinguishable and dropped back to the floor so he could crawl to his toys. Luke got down there with him, but before the playtime could start, his cell phone rang.

Hating the interruption but knowing it could be critical, Luke answered the call. “Agent Buchanan.”

“It’s me, Rusty,” he heard his friend say. “We made it to the jail without incident. The sheriff is booking the guys now. This is all just preliminary, but I checked their IDs. Their names are Damien Weathers and Simon Foster. Neither have a permit to carry concealed weapons so we can hold them. I ran their priors. Both also have records for burglary and some outstanding traffic tickets, but that’s it.”

That didn’t mean the two were innocent of this particular count. Whatever this
count
was. And it didn’t mean they weren’t the ones who’d tried to hurt Elaina a year ago.

“I’ll come down for the interviews,” Luke insisted.

“There won’t be any, not for a while at least. Both lawyered up, and both are giving us the silent treatment. You’re not getting anything out of these guys.”

Luke mentally cursed. “When will the lawyer be there?”

“Not until morning. No interviews, no interrogations until then.”

He mentally cursed even more. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But on the upside, as long as the men were behind bars, then Christopher was probably safe. Still, Luke wasn’t about to take any chances.

“You take care of things there with your little boy,” Rusty insisted. “I’ll arrange to install the security equipment we discussed.”

Luke had nearly forgotten about that. Not good. He needed to be totally focused because that equipment was a necessity. He wanted it installed in the wooded area behind Elaina’s house. With a motion-activated silent alarm, it would warn in advance if someone tried to sneak onto her property.

“I can get one of the agents from the Austin office to install it,” Rusty explained. “We’ll connect it to your cell phone signal so we won’t need to put any equipment inside Elaina’s house.”

“That’d be a big help,” Luke assured him.

“No problem. I’ll spend the night here at the sheriff’s office. In the mean time, I’ll keep digging and see if I can find any outstanding warrants on them. I’ll have their car impounded, as well. Something might turn up that we can use to put these guys away for a long, long time.”

“Thanks, Rusty.”

Elaina was staring at him when he ended the call. “What happened?”

“The men are in jail. I’ll interrogate them tomorrow after their lawyer shows up.” But no lawyer was going to stop him from getting answers.

“So, what do we do until then?” she asked.

It would not be an answer she liked, but it was the only answer Luke was going to give her.

“We take Christopher to your house,” he said. “
Together.
I’ll start getting acquainted with my son.”

She swallowed hard. “Does that mean you’ll be staying the night?”

It was yet another answer she wouldn’t like. Actually, Luke didn’t like it much, either. “Of course. That’s been my plan all along,” he reminded her.

But he’d come up with that plan before he’d ever met Elaina face-to-face. Before he’d had these stupid lustful thoughts about her.

Luke definitely hadn’t counted on the attraction.

Now, he had to figure out how to get past it. Because if he didn’t, it was going to be a very long night.

S
HE COULD RUN AGAIN
.

That was the one thought that kept going through Elaina’s mind. She could wait until Luke was asleep and try to sneak out with Christopher. Yes, she’d probably be breaking the law, but she couldn’t bear the thought of losing her son.

Elaina unlocked the front door of her house, and as she always did, reset the security system. She motioned for Luke to walk in ahead of her while she aimed a few daggers his way. Not that it would do any good. He obviously wasn’t going to change his mind about this asinine plan.

Luke had a sleeping Christopher cradled in his arms. The baby obviously hadn’t finished his nap because he’d fallen sound asleep on the short drive from Theresa’s to the house. It wasn’t unusual for him to do that, but because Christopher wasn’t awake, that meant she’d have to spend time
alone
with Luke. Elaina was not looking forward to that.

“His bedroom is at the end of the hall,” Elaina explained. She showed Luke the way, but she didn’t give him a tour or even a friendly expression. She simply opened the door to the nursery and pointed to the crib.

Luke gently lay the baby down and covered him with a pale blue quilt. What he didn’t do was leave. He stayed right there, looking down at Christopher.

Elaina didn’t want to speculate about what he was thinking, but she couldn’t help herself. Luke was no doubt realizing how much he loved this child. That love would only make him more adamant about taking Christopher.

Unless she did something to stop it.

She had to either sneak away with Christopher, or convince Luke to give up his plan.

“How long will you be staying in my house?” she demanded in a whisper.

He turned, frowned and walked toward her. Elaina automatically backed up to keep some distance between them, but he closed that distance.

Luke leaned in and practically put his mouth right against her ear. “First things first—how good is your security system?” he asked.

She’d anticipated that he might say a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. Though she should have anticipated it. Because after what’d just happened with those men, it was relevant.

“It’s an excellent system,” she explained. Elaina whispered, too, and then she inched back away from him. “I had it installed right after I moved here. It’s monitored through the sheriff’s office and covers all the windows and doors.”

“What about the backyard and those thick trees that divide your house from your neighbor’s property?”

That’d been her concern when she moved in, as well. The lots were huge, at least an acre each, so there was plenty of space in between the individual homes. “There are motion-activated lights that come on in the front and back porches if someone approaches at night.”

He nodded, and it seemed to be an approval. “Make sure the system is on at all times. A fellow agent will be adding some extra equipment in the wooded area. If someone trips the system, I’ll be alerted through my cell phone.”

That hiked up her blood pressure. “You think those men are going to get out of jail tomorrow?”

He whispered again and closed the already narrow space between them. “Not if I can help it. I just need you to be cautious.”

For some reason, that riled her. Maybe it was the comment. Or maybe it was the closeness. Elaina definitely didn’t like being close to Luke. It was too much of a reminder that he was a man.

A man that she was stupidly attracted to.

“Oh, I’m cautious all right,” Elaina insisted. “Remember, I didn’t move to Crystal Creek for the beautiful scenery. I moved here because those two men tried to run me off the road.”

Their gazes met and held.

For way too long.

Something happened. The air changed, maybe. The curl of heat returned. Her body seemed to suggest things that it should never have suggested. She warned her body to knock it off because it wasn’t going to get Luke Buchanan.

Elaina folded her arms over her chest and looked away. “How long will you be here?” she repeated. Best to get her mind back on business.

He glanced back at the crib. “Originally, I’d planned a week or two.”

After the reaction she’d just had to him, that sounded like a lifetime. “And now?”

“It’ll depend on what happens with that interrogation tomorrow. I want to get to know my son, but first, I have to make sure he’s safe.”

“Trust me, that’s my priority, too. What I don’t get is why we have to pretend to be a couple.”

He moved closer still, and some frustration crept into his whisper. “I’ve already told you that I want Christopher to get to know me here, in the place he considers home. I’d rather do that without a lot of questions from your friends and neighbors. Besides, it’s only a temporary arrangement. I’ll be out of your life soon enough.”

That improved her posture. “I don’t want you out of my life, not if that means that you take Christopher with you.”

Another glance at the crib, and he caught her arm to move her in the hall. She welcomed it. No more whispered, cheek-to-cheek conversations.

“I’m trying to be fair about this,” he said, huffing. “Why don’t we call a truce? Just let me get to know my son. Let me take care of these possible security issues. And in a few days, we’ll assess the situation.”

Elaina didn’t like the sound of that last comment. “What does that mean?”

He lifted his shoulder. “My job is in San Antonio. If the security threat is removed, if you’re free to leave Crystal Creek, then maybe you can move back into the city so you can see Christopher more often.”

Her heart sank. That arrangement wasn’t nearly enough. “I don’t want to just be able to see him. I want to be his mother.”

“Trust me, this isn’t easy for me to say. You
are
his mother.”

Elaina couldn’t imagine being more shocked. She stood there. Speechless. It was a huge concession coming from a man who just an hour earlier had accused her of participating in an illegal adoption.

Luke groaned and leaned his back against the wall. “When we were at the sitter’s, Christopher went right to you. He smiled at you. It’s obvious he loves you, and I can’t completely discount that.” His eyes met hers. The gray color turned to steel, and his expression hardened. “Just don’t give me a reason to.”

Elaina hoped she didn’t look too guilty, because, after all, she had been thinking about leaving that night. But that was before she saw how much Luke already loved Christopher. If she took the little boy, Luke would come after her. With his contacts and experience, he’d no doubt find her, too. And he’d have her arrested. She wouldn’t stand a chance of being part of Christopher’s life if she was behind bars.