LILY COULD BARELY HEAR him over the hard thrum of her heart. She hadn’t wanted Chase to know about the baby, but she’d never been a good liar, especially when it came to him. There was no denying the timing of it. She and Chase had been together seven-and-a-half months ago. She knew lying was wrong. But for the first time in her life, she hadn’t cared. Since the instant she’d found out she was pregnant, the baby had come first. She’d done what she had to do and accepted the consequences of her actions.
She just hadn’t expected it to be so damn hard.
“These people want you, Chase, not me,” she said. “Wouldn’t it be safer if you walked away from us and left us alone?”
His jaw tightened. “They know they can get to me through you. If I cut you loose now, they’ll be on you like wolves on a lamb.” Stepping close, he set his hand against her cheek. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen.”
“Chase—”
“If I walk away, I may as well put the gun to your head and pull the trigger myself,” he cut in. “You’re a target now. I’m sorry it went down like this. I wish I could change things, but I can’t. Until I figure out who these bastards are, you need me to stay alive.”
Anger burst through the gnarly layers of fear. “That’s exactly why I didn’t—” She cut the words off abruptly, shocked that she’d nearly said them aloud.
But he finished for her. “Tell me about the baby?”
Lily couldn’t answer. Staring into his striking topaz eyes, she felt the old feelings begin to churn. A cauldron of anger and attraction and something deeper she would not acknowledge. But those feelings were tempered with the certainty that wherever Chase went, danger followed. With a child to think of, Lily could not let herself be drawn into the maelstrom of his life.
Shouting from a newspaper kiosk across the street saved her from having to answer. Chase glanced over his shoulder, his head cocked, his body going stone still.
“My God,” he said.
“What is it?”
“Vice President Davis has been kidnapped.”
“Is that what this blackout is all about?” she asked, shocked by the news. “Someone was after the vice president?”
“He was at the black-tie ball where I picked up the guy who ambushed me.”
“Do you think those gunmen back there are somehow involved in the kidnapping?”
“I’m going to find out.” He reached for his cell phone, hit a button with his thumb and cursed.
“What is it?” Lily asked.
“Battery’s dead.”
She might have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so dire. “What about Irma? Can you recharge the battery using the cigarette lighter?”
His eyes softened at her mention of the limo. “Too far away. I wrecked her not far from the Hancock Tower.”
She looked around the narrow, crowded streets of Chinatown, feeling uncomfortably exposed. “What do we do now?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “We need to get off the street and stay out of sight until I can figure out what’s going on.”
“You think they followed us?”
“Even if they didn’t, it’s only a matter of time until they start looking in this area.”
A chill swept over her at the thought of some unseen gunman hunting them down like animals. Already she loved her child more than her own life. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Chase was right. She needed him to stay alive.
Lily started when he took her hand. Her initial reaction was to pull away: she couldn’t risk getting too close to him. Chase Vickers was her one and only weakness, the one man in the world who could make her lose her head and forget about doing the right thing. With the baby to worry about, she couldn’t risk letting down her guard.
But she allowed him to lead her through a narrow courtyard, past a smattering of quaint shops, most of which were closed. A few of the die-hard shopkeepers who’d kept their stores open stood outside on the sidewalk, chatting in Chinese.
Lily and Chase reached a main thoroughfare. Cars jammed the intersection, engines rumbling, horns blaring. The smell of exhaust filled the still night air. Abruptly, Chase stopped. The next thing Lily knew he had grasped both her arms and ushered her quickly toward a narrow courtyard.
“What is it?” she whispered.
He pushed her against the brick of an old building and placed himself between her and the street. “We’ve got company.”
A deep chill passed through her body. She could almost feel the pistol sights leveled on her heart. Unnerved, Lily leaned against the brick and tried to catch her breath.
“Where?” she asked, resisting the urge to duck.
“Southwest corner. By the newsstand.”
She followed his gaze. Sure enough, the gunmen she’d encountered in the cafeteria stood at the corner, talking into a cell phone and gesturing angrily. She wished she could hear what he was saying because she was almost certain it had to do with Chase and her.