No Place to Run

Resnick stared at her, his brow furrowed.



“Take it,” she said huskily. “You’ll find the vault underneath my father’s home in Mexico. In it is everything that made Alex Mouton who and what he was. His wealth. His contacts. And if he was dealing in nuclear weapons, it’s all there.”



She carefully related the facts she’d given Sam when she’d first told him of the key. Resnick halted her midway through and pulled out his BlackBerry. He typed furiously as she dictated.



When she was finished, Resnick stared at her with admiration and gratitude reflected in the dark pools of his eyes.



He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out what looked like a business card. But when he handed it to her, she saw that it only had a single phone number written in ink across its surface.



“If there’s anything I can ever do, you have only to call.”



She stared at the card between her fingers. A great weight lifted from her shoulders. It was over. It was truly over. Her father was dead. Her uncle was dead. Anyone who could possibly harm her or her child was gone.



She was safe.



“I’ll leave you to rest,” Resnick said in a quiet voice.



She looked up as he turned to Sam and extended his hand. Sam stood and shook it firmly.



“Thank you,” Sam said. “I owe you now.”



Resnick shook his head. “No. Never that. I’ll be in touch.”



Sam nodded and Resnick walked out the door. When he was gone, Sam leaned over and pressed his lips to her temple.



“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured.



She turned so that their eyes met and their mouths were just a breath apart.



“Thank you,” she whispered.



He trailed the back of his hand down her cheek, and she was struck by the intensity of his gaze. He was so focused on her that on another man, she’d have sworn his expression meant he was looking with all the love in his heart.



“I sat here watching while you slept, and I went over what I wanted to say to you. And then I realized how much I needed to say to you. I thought about how much we need to talk about. And it went on and on.”



He turned his hand over and palmed the side of her face. His thumb trailed over her lips, then traced the shape of her mouth.



“But then I realized that all the talking in the world doesn’t change one single fact. It doesn’t clarify it, make it better or worse. It doesn’t change what is.”



She stared at him, her heart beating so hard that she could feel her blood pulsing, hear the roaring in her ears.



“I love you, Sophie. I can’t tell you at what moment I fell in love with you. Maybe it was that first time I looked across the bar in Mexico and there you were. Maybe it was the first time we made love. Or maybe it was watching you fight for our child. And then for my mother. It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.”



Her heart squeezed. She’d always tried to imagine what it would be like to hear those words. To know that she was loved. Nothing had come close. There was so much joy. It hurt. It shouldn’t hurt, but she felt too small for her skin, like she’d burst right out of it.



“I love you too.”



She’d always imagined those three words being so difficult to say. It was so easy, so freeing. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.



Sam smiled, and his voice sounded scratchy and a little hoarse. “I know you do, honey. God, I do know. You’ve proved it time and time again. But thank you for saying it. I needed to hear you say it.”



His elbows were on the edge of the bed now, and their faces were close—so close she could hear each of his breaths. She could feel his nervousness and his uncertainty, and she marveled that she could do that to him. That she could make this man of action be hesitant, even for a moment.



He tugged her hand from its resting spot over her waist and let it rest over his palm. He put his other hand over the top and rubbed his thumb idly across the back of her hand.



“Answer me something, Sophie. What do you want? What do you want most in the world?”



There was vulnerability in that question. Was he afraid she’d want something beyond him? Out of his reach?



“I want us to be a family,” she said softly. “I just want us to be a family. You loving me and our daughter. Me loving you. I’ll always love you, Sam. I’ll never betray you.”



Some of the tension fled his expression. His eyes burned. Deep, intense blue.



“You’ll have a family, honey. You’ll not only have me and our daughter, but you’ll have brothers. A sister. You’ll love Rachel. And there’s Rusty.”



At her grimace, Sam smiled. “Don’t worry. She’s a pain in the ass to everyone. You’ll have a mom and a dad. They’re the best and they’ll love you every bit as much as I do.”



He leaned in and kissed her, his lips melting over hers in the sweetest of touches.



“And you’ll have me. Always.”



Her stomach dipped, and she imagined this was what riding on a roller coaster was like. Or flying. Facing into the sun, riding so high that you couldn’t see the ground.



She wanted to laugh. Wanted to close her eyes and savor this moment forever.



She was free. Finally free.



Free to love. Free to live her life the way she wanted.



Free to choose.



“I choose you,” she whispered.



He smiled and kissed her again. Between them, their daughter rolled once, then quieted as though she didn’t want to disturb the precious moment between her parents.



“And I choose you, Soph. Always you.”



“I don’t know how to live a normal life,” she admitted. “I don’t know what it’s like not to be afraid. I’ve never not been afraid.”



“I can’t offer normal,” he said. “But I can promise you that you never have to be afraid again. You’ll always have me to protect you and our child. Not just me, but my entire family.”



“I’m afraid.” Then she laughed. “See? I don’t know how not to be afraid. What if I screw up?”



He touched her nose, his eyes serious, and soft with love.



“I’ll help you. We’ll take it one day at a time. Trust me, Soph. Trust me to love you and make you happy.”



She rested her cast on his shoulder and leaned into him until their foreheads touched.



“One day at a time. I think I can safely make that promise.”



CHAPTER 33



SOPHIE never got tired of the view from Sam’s dock. She sat at the edge, dangling her feet in the water as the sun slipped lower in the sky. Her protruding belly made it difficult for her to sit too far forward, so she leaned back, bracing her palms on the sun-warmed wood, and turned her face upward.



Three weeks she’d been here with Sam. Three weeks since they’d come back from West Texas. It had taken a while for everything to sink in. She’d had plenty of time to think during those weeks. The quiet times were good for her soul, but they also gave her time to doubt.



She rubbed at a spot on her belly where she was convinced a tiny foot poked and then shifted to alleviate its discomfort. Her feet kicked up and she sent droplets skittering across the surface of the water.



“Hey, Soph.”



She glanced up, shielding her eyes with one hand, to see Sam standing behind her, hands shoved into his jeans pockets.



“Mind if I sit?”



She smiled and patted the worn wood beside her. He squatted and then maneuvered his legs over the edge of the dock. It was then she noticed he was barefooted and his jeans were rolled up over his ankles.



He didn’t say anything, but then he’d been extremely patient with her long periods of reflective silence. He seemed to understand that she was struggling to come to terms with everything that had happened.



They sat side by side, their feet making ripples in the water below. She put her palms down and curled her fingers over the edge of the dock. She tried to make her voice sound casual, like she was embarking on meaningless conversation.



“Do you ever worry about being a good parent?”



As if picking up on the worry she’d tried so hard to conceal, he turned and cocked his head, his eyes narrowing.



“All the time.”



He reached for her hand and laced their fingers together.



“I worry too,” she admitted. “So much is made of nature versus nurture, but in my case, both aren’t good options. Where does that leave me? How can I be certain I won’t become a monster like my father? I know it sounds silly, but then I remember that I shot my father in cold blood.”



He pulled her into the shelter of his arm and brushed a kiss across the side of her head.



“Have you ever considered that you’ll be ten times the mother of anyone else because of your upbringing?”



She shook her head. “I worry so much. Some days I’m convinced I’ll make sure our daughter never doubts for a minute how much I love her. Other days I worry that I’ll screw up her life forever.”



Sam chuckled. “Welcome to parenthood, honey. I don’t think there’s a parent alive who doesn’t have those same fears, no matter what their upbringing was like.”



She laid her head on his shoulder and absorbed his warmth and strength. “Think so?”



“I know so. You should talk to Ma. She swears over and over that she screwed up so many times that it’s a wonder any of us boys turned out normal. Dad argues we didn’t and that it’s all her fault.”



Sophie laughed and enjoyed the loosening in her chest. She relaxed and stared over the water, soaking up the beauty of the perfect day. The sun was beginning to set, and streaks of pink and gold painted the horizon.



“You know what I regret?”



Sam’s arm tightened around her waist. “What’s that?”



“That we never got to do all the normal things a couple does. You know. Go out on dates. See stupid movies. Go dancing. I used to dream about dancing in a crowded room at New Year’s. Sort of like a fairy tale.” She smiled as the childhood fantasy came alive in her mind. “Me and Prince Charming waltzing as confetti rains down around us, and all the noise and cheering at midnight.”



She was startled from her daydream when Sam pulled away and got to his feet. She stared up at him in surprise, wondering if she’d made him angry with her silly rambling.



But he simply stood over her and extended his hand down.



Still confused, she reached up and let him help her to her feet. Then he pulled her into his arms and pressed his cheek to hers.



His body moved slow and sensual against hers. In a loose circle, he turned them, swaying in rhythm to the wind.



She sighed and closed her eyes. God, how she loved this man.



“Marry me, Sophie,” he whispered close to her ear.



She stiffened and pulled away, shock making her mouth fall open.



He smiled gently and kissed her open mouth. “It shouldn’t shock you that I want to marry you.”



“I-I ...” She trailed off lamely and blinked furiously as tears threatened.



“Marry me,” he said again. “Say you’ll grow old with me, that you’ll have a dozen children with me. That you’ll love me every bit as much as I love you.”



“Are you sure?” she whispered.



He rested his forehead against hers and wrapped both arms around her, until she was molded tight to his body. The baby kicked as if in protest, and they both glanced down at where their daughter lay.



“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Soph.”



“I love you too, Sam. So much. And yes. I’ll marry you.”



He smiled and she felt a tremble work through his body. She marveled at the fact that he seemed so happy with her response. His entire face lit up.



“Dance with me.”



She melted into his embrace as he turned them around. They danced as the last of the sun’s rays slipped over the horizon. They danced to the tune of the gentle waves lapping at the shore. They danced until the stars twinkled overhead and the moon splashed onto the surface of the water like liquid silver.