Shadow Hawk Page 17

  Callen shook her head, eyes fierce. “Oh, no. Hell, no. Don’t you dare say good-bye to me like you’re not coming back.”

  Logan didn’t smile, or try to reassure her. “Callen—”

  “You know what? Forget this bullshit.” And she climbed into the backseat. “I’m in as much danger if I stay behind. I gave Gaines my name when I thought he was your boss, and by now they’ve probably noticed you disappeared just before I left the hospital.”

  Hawk looked at Abby. “This is crazy.”

  Callen lifted a small tape recorder. “Not crazy. I can help. Hey, I might get something useful for you all to use later, right?”

  “Absolutely crazy,” Hawk repeated.

  “There’s no doubt of that.” Abby gestured to the wheel. “You driving, or am I?”

  “Shit.” But he opened the backseat for her, and then got behind the wheel.

  The plan was in motion now, and nothing could stop it. Abby met Hawk’s gaze in the mirror and realized one thing she’d forgotten to do, one thing that was going to haunt her if things went bad.

  She’d forgotten to tell him she loved him.

  GAINES’S RANCH WAS HIGH IN the hills, in rough terrain, and extremely remote. Hawk didn’t take the turn into its long dirt driveway. Instead, he took them on a four-wheel tour through the woods, entering onto the property from the back.

  At the edge of a clearing, he stopped the vehicle. Down a ravine, about a half mile ahead, sat the ranch house, completely isolated. It was surrounded on two sides by running streams, and a third side by a rocky, sheer cliff.

  Terrific.

  “We’re going to have to hike in,” he told Logan.

  They all looked at Logan’s cast.

  “No problem,” Logan said confidently, and lifted his cane. “I’m feeling no pain.”

  Hawk doubted that but he knew he couldn’t keep Logan from going—he’d follow him anyway. Abby was another story. He got out of the car and stopped her from doing the same. Leaning in, he put his hands on her face just to touch her, waiting until she slayed him with those eyes. “Someone needs to stay behind and protect Callen. I’ll leave you the rifle. If we don’t come back, get behind the wheel and drive the hell out of here.”

  “Hawk—”

  “Go directly to Regional. Plant yourself there to protect yourself from Gaines’s revenge, tell Tibbs I kidnapped you against your will, if necessary—”

  “I am not going to put that nail in your coffin—”

  “Abby, listen to me. If I don’t come back, you won’t need the nails. Show him your cuts, your bruises, the rifle, okay? Go back to Selena’s and get my cuffs. The truck. With all the evidence they’ll believe you.”

  Her eyes filled. “If you don’t get out of that ranch house, I’ll kill you myself.”

  He smiled, though he knew his eyes were shiny, too. “That’s a deal.” Hawk smoothed back her hair, and kissed her once because he couldn’t resist, letting their lips cling for a beat. “See you on the other side, Ab.” He wanted to drop to his knees, take her hand and ask her to love him forever. Yeah, he really wanted to do that. But he had to survive the next hour before he asked her for her heart and soul, that seemed only fair. So he turned, and with Logan, walked away.

  But he left his heart with her.

  FIFTEEN SWEATY MINUTES LATER, Hawk and Logan came to one of the streams.

  “Oh, boy.” Logan weaved unsteadily.

  Hawk reached out to grab him. “You okay?”

  “Ask him.”

  Hawk followed Logan’s gaze to a big-ass moose, who stood twenty-five yards away, watching them balefully. Between his huge palmated antlers, his elongated snout wriggled as he took in their scent.

  “Just keep moving,” Hawk said. “I’ve got your back.”

  “Why do I have to go first?”

  “Because you’re the injured one. The one most likely to get eaten. Jesus. Just go!”

  The moose wriggled his nose again but was too lazy to chase them. It took another fifteen minutes to get down to Gaines’s house. Gaines’s deserted ranch house.

  “Think the bastard already took off?” Not looking so hot, Logan sank to the porch swing.

  “No.” But it was so still as to be eerie. “He’s here, somewhere.”

  Any minute, Tibbs and company were going to burst in with a blaze of glory, and damn it, having Gaines here would be ever so helpful. Hawk stepped into the yard and turned in a slow circle. “He’s probably watching us.”

  “If that was true, we’d already be dead.”

  “Then he’s watching something else.” Narrowing his gaze, he turned again, stopping short at the sight of a surveillance camera mounted in the tree off the right side of the porch. A matching camera was on the left. And he’d bet every last cent he had, there were many, many more. Shit. He whipped back to Logan. “Abby and Callen.”

  “What?”

  “This place is surrounded by cameras. He’s been onto us since we first arrived. He’s probably already at the car.”

  Logan swore and got to his feet, huffing and puffing. “Jesus. I’m worthless. The drugs are wearing off. Just go.”

  Hawk came back to him and shoved a shoulder into one of Logan’s armpits, working as a human crutch. “Like I’m going to leave you behind now, after all these years that I’ve been carting your sorry ass around.”

  “Shut up and run.”

  It felt like it took them an eternity, but in twelve minutes they were back at the top of the hill, where they separated to circle around. Hawk came in from the east and hugged up to a tree. Damn it, he couldn’t see. He’d have to climb the tree, which led him twenty feet straight up into hell before he had a good, dizzying, oh-holy-shit view.

  God, he hated heights. But he hated what he saw even more. In front of the SUV, Callen was crumpled on the ground, eyes closed.

  And Gaines. The bastard was leaning back against the car as if he had all the time in the world, Abby held tight to him, a gun to her temple.

  “Might as well come out and join the party,” Gaines called out.

  Bullshit. Hawk aimed his gun directly between Gaines’s eyes, which unfortunately put him damn close to between Abby’s as well. “Let her go.”

  At the sound of his voice, Abby gasped and looked up until she locked gazes with him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “He got the jump on me.”

  “Of course I found you.” Gaines pressed his cheek to hers. “I always will. Now, here’s how this is going to work, Hawk. You’re going to put down your gun. And Logan? I know you’re out there. Might as well show yourself.”

  Logan did not appear. Hawk had no idea if this was strategy, or if he hadn’t made it around yet. “Let her go,” he repeated, his gun still sighted right between Gaines’s bloodshot eyes. “Do it. Or I promise you, this will hurt.”

  “I’m sorry.” And actually, Gaines did look sorry. He sported a bandage around his shoulder that reminded Hawk he’d shot the bastard last night. “I can’t always be looking for you over my shoulder. You have to die.”

  “No,” Abby gasped, terror filling her gaze, terror for Hawk. “Elliot, don’t be stupid, you’ll never get away with this.”

  “You’d be surprised what I can get away with.” Again, he ran his cheek over hers, his eyes softening. Then he shifted the muzzle of his gun from her temple to just beneath her jaw, and Hawk’s heart just about stopped. The guy’s hands were shaking, he was a loose cannon who was going to go off and shoot her in the process.

  No. He wasn’t going to let that happen. If he could get Abby to go limp and drop, he could get a clean shot. “Do you remember that one thing I wanted from you?” he asked.

  She nodded. Trust. It was there in her eyes for him to accept, take. “Good,” he told her, and nodded his head once, trying to signal her to drop. “That’s real good.” As his finger applied slow pressure, she looked him right in the eyes and mouthed “I love you,” and on that stunning revelation, she didn’t drop but shoved back with he
r elbow, landing it hard in Gaines’s windpipe. A harsh sound expelled from his lungs, and then Abby dropped, in that split second giving Hawk the free target he needed.

  Except that before he got a shot off, a different gun rang out, and both Gaines and Abby crumpled to the ground.

  Hawk slid down the tree, racing toward the pair as Logan burst out of the woods, limping toward them, his gun in hand.

  Hawk had never been so petrified in his life as he was in that very moment, that single moment of clarity, when he knew he was never going to be the same. Abby had just come into his life. With her smile, with every breath she took, she’d made it better.

  She’d made him whole.

  Goddamn, but he’d been waiting for that without even knowing it, and now that he’d experienced it, he was afraid he couldn’t live without it.

  Without her.

  21

  BEFORE ABBY COULD DRAW A breath into her compressed lungs, the heavy weight was lifted off of her, and she was yanked into a pair of strong, warm arms.

  Trembling arms.

  “Jesus, Abby.” Hawk pulled back only enough to look down into her face.

  “Hey,” she told him. “Good shot.”

  “It wasn’t me, it was Logan.” He gulped for air. “Tell me you did not just say you love me when I had a gun pointed at your head.”

  She smiled as her eyes filled. She couldn’t help it. “I did.”

  His eyes went misty, and he hauled her back into his arms.

  She let him squeeze the air out of her because that was where she needed to be, in his arms, tight, face plastered into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling as if she’d just come home for the first time in her life. They might have both been victims, but no longer. They had survived, because they were stronger together. “Is Gaines—”

  “I don’t know.” He palmed her head in his hands and held her face to his throat. “Are you—”

  “Fine,” she promised. “Callen—”

  “Logan’s got her, she’s coming around.” They both turned.

  Logan was holding onto Callen the same way Hawk was holding onto Abby, but Callen was shaking her head. “I’m fine, he got me from behind, knocked me out cold, but I’m good now.” She managed to pull the tape recorder out from beneath her shirt. “Like me and the Energizer Bunny, this kept going.”

  From behind the SUV, Tibbs, Thomas and Wayne appeared, running.

  “About time,” Hawk said.

  Tibbs held out his hand for the recorder. “Can I see that?”

  Callen handed it over, and Tibbs tucked it away, nodding to first Logan, and then to Hawk, who visibly tensed.

  But Tibbs didn’t shoot him, didn’t handcuff him, didn’t do anything but let out a slow nod of approval. “Should have trusted me, Hawk. I’m not stupid enough to believe you’d leave incriminating evidence lying around your house. Luckily I was only half a step behind you.”

  Thomas and Wayne crouched at Gaines’s side and turned him over. “Still breathing,” Thomas noted.

  Wayne radioed for the ambulance. “He’s not going to thank us.”

  Logan hadn’t taken his eyes off Callen. “He could have killed you. I’ll never forgive myself for—”

  “But he didn’t kill me. And you’re still alive, too,” she pointed out. “So now that no one’s dying today, maybe we can make plans, and do things right.”

  Logan looked shaken to the core, and as if he’d been hit by a bus. In a good way. “You mean we didn’t do things right before?”

  Callen smiled. “Well, you not being hooked up to any machines will be a bonus.”

  “True.” He snagged her close, pulled her into his lap and just sat there. “Except I’m too tired to move.”

  “Don’t worry. I have enough energy to keep us both moving.”

  Hawk tipped his head down to Abby, not looking nearly as ready to joke as Logan and Callen.

  “You climbed a tree for me,” Abby marveled. “A really tall pine tree.”

  “Thanks for noticing.” He ran a hand down her hair, cupping her jaw. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

  “I’m really okay you know.”

  “Good.” He sank all the way to the ground, holding her tight to him. “That’s good, because I’m not.”

  “What? Did you get hurt?” Panicked, she ran her hands over his chest, his face, his arms, until he caught them in his.

  “No, listen. I love you back, Abby. So much I don’t even know what to do with it all.”

  She stared up into the face of the man she’d given herself over to so completely. “Really?”

  “God, yes.”

  She felt so much joy she could hardly breathe. “Well, I have some ideas on what to do with it.”

  “I knew you would,” he said fiercely, and beneath the setting sun, he kissed her to show that maybe he had a few ideas of his own.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later

  ABBY CLOSED HER CELL PHONE and smiled. She also purred and stretched like a kitten because there was a pair of big, strong hands spreading suntan lotion on her back, smoothing it up and down in a delicious motion as she lay sprawled out in a large, comfy beach chair beneath a palm tree, the gorgeous crystal-clear ocean hitting the shore only five feet in front of her…. “Mmm.”

  The South Pacific was definitely all it was cracked up to be.

  The fingers dug in a little, loosening up her muscles, and she let out a heartfelt appreciative moan. Then a mouth skimmed her ear.

  “What did Tibbs want?” that mouth asked, her own personal cabana boy. God, she loved it when he sounded like that, all low and sexy. She flipped over and smiled up at Hawk, who was pouring more lotion in his hands.

  Her body tingled in anticipation.

  Since she wore only bikini bottoms, he could see exactly what he did to her. His gaze settled on her bare breasts, watching her nipples harden, and he let out a slow smile that had other reactions going on in her as well. She knew that heavy lidded look, knew what it meant.

  Then he settled his hands on her belly and began smoothing in the lotion. Wearing only a pair of board shorts low on his hips, his hard body bronzed from two weeks in the sun, he could have passed for one of the natives here on this South Pacific island.

  “Abby?”

  Right. He’d asked her a question. “He wanted to make sure we’re enjoying our entire forced leave—” She broke off when his hands began their ascent, heading up her ribs…

  “It’s tough, of course,” he said. “The forced leave. But someone’s got to do it.”

  They grinned at each other, and Hawk’s hands continued to glide up her torso to her breasts. They were on their own private little beach, with their own private little luxurious hut behind them, only a quarter of a mile away from Logan’s and Callen’s equally private hut. Tibbs had given the four of them the trip that Gaines himself had planned to take, in reward for their service to the ATF. They’d been ordered to spend the time recouping, recovering and relaxing.

  Abby was doing all three, with flying colors. “He also wanted to remind us that we still have two weeks left and he doesn’t want to see us early. But that when he does, there’s going to be a little change. We’re getting raises.”

  “I like that part.”

  “Me, too.”

  “But I have a change of my own.”

  Hawk’s thumbs slowly circled her nipples, and her breath caught. “Ch-change?”

  “Of status.” Nudging her to scoot over, he slid onto the lounger and pulled her close.

  She shifted so that one of his thighs was between hers but when he cupped her face, looking so serious, her heart skipped a beat.

  “I love you,” he said solemnly, fiercely.

  Ah. She was never going to get tired of hearing that. “I love you back, Hawk. So much.”

  “My own miracle…” He stroked a strand of hair from her face. “I know this might seem fast to you, but I’ve been finding myself feeling…well, old-fashion
ed and proprietary.”

  “Old-fashioned? Proprietary?” Abby looked down at her bare breasts, which were plumped up against his chest. “Meaning what, we have to stop getting naked?”

  “Meaning I want to marry you. And live happily ever after.”

  She blinked as a warmth spread outward from the very depths of her soul.

  “So…what do you think?”

  “That I could get used to old-fashioned and proprietary.”

  Hawk let out a breath and pressed his forehead to hers. “Abby.”

  Cupping his face, she pulled back to see into his eyes. “Just thought of something. Old-fashioned…does that mean we can’t sleep together before we make it legal?”

  A slow, wicked grin pulled at his mouth, and he slid a hand down her spine and into her bikini bottoms, his fingers dipping low enough to make her shiver. “If I said yes, would you—”

  “I’d find a way to get married right here and now,” she declared unevenly as he stripped off her bottoms and his fingers got very, very busy.

  “You know…” Lowering his head, he began to kiss his way down her neck. “Did I ever tell you that Logan is an ordained minister? He did it online several years ago as a joke.”

  “I love Logan.”

  “But you love me more.”

  Abby arched back as Hawk rolled, tucking her beneath him, gasping when he slid into her. “I love you more,” she agreed. “I love you for always….”

  ISBN: 978-1-4268-0191-4

  SHADOW HAWK

  Copyright © 2007 by Jill Shalvis.

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