The Reunion Mission (2 page)

He cut a startled glance her direction. “Nicole.” His gaze
shifted behind her, obviously noting that she was alone. “Why aren’t you
inside?”

“I needed a breather. Too much hot air in there.” She twitched
a grin and hitched her head toward the party. Stepping closer to him, she held
out her hand. “So will you dance with me? This is one of my favorite songs.”

His gaze locked on hers, his regret obvious. “I can’t. I’m on
duty.”

She moved close enough to slide her hand along the polished
buttons of his dress whites. She could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart
beneath her fingers, and the life-affirming cadence struck her as powerfully
virile and maddeningly sexy. “Just one dance. No one will know or care if you
just danced this one song with me.” She slid her arms around his neck and twined
her fingers in the close-cropped hair at his nape. “Please.”

His mental battle played across his face, the tug-of-war
between duty and desire. “Nicole...” Closing his eyes, he settled a hand at her
waist and halfheartedly tried to push her away.

Suddenly the idea of losing this opportunity to dance with
Daniel, because of the rules of his job, or her father’s code of conduct, or any
other stuffy social convention or arbitrary legal dictate, made her want to
scream. She fisted her hand in the back of his dress coat and refused to be
budged. Tears of frustration and rebellion puddled in her eyes, and she raised
her chin to meet his gaze.

“Screw the rules, Daniel. I want to dance with you.”

His dark eyes narrowed on her, and hands that had pushed her
away now touched the bare skin exposed by the low cut in the back of her dress.
The warmth of his fingers against her night-chilled skin spun a delicious tingle
from her head to her toes. A groan rumbled in his throat as he flattened his
palm at the small of her back and drew her close.

A tremor of anticipation spun through her when she aligned her
body with his. The stiff creases of his uniform and the sensual play of his
muscles tantalized her through her sheer dress. Resting her cheek on his
shoulder, she melted in his arms, moving with him when he swayed and shifted his
feet in a slow dance. The tension that had pounded at her temples slipped away
as he held her, and Nicole could almost pretend they were alone, the only two
people in this corner of the world.

Daniel skimmed a hand up her spine, sending sparks of shimmery
heat through her blood. When he reached her nape, his thumb caressed her
sensitized skin with lazy, hypnotic strokes.

“You know,” he murmured, his deep voice a low, sexy rumble, “I
always kind of regretted that we didn’t make it to prom that night. I’d been
hoping I’d have the chance to dance with you.”

She smiled and curled her fingers in the fabric of his dress
coat. “Then this dance was long overdue.”

He drew a slow deep breath, then let it out on a hum of
pleasure. “And worth the wait.”

“Agreed.” She snuggled closer, inhaling the crisp scent of soap
that clung to him. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. But all too soon
the ballad ended and a faster song began. Daniel stopped dancing, but he didn’t
step back right away. He didn’t have to tell her he was thinking about his guard
duty, the rules he’d already broken for her.

Nicole mentally scrambled for a way to extend the precious
minutes she’d had in his arms. She wasn’t ready to say good-night to the
thoughtful Daniel she’d gotten to know on her prom night, the honorable soldier
concerned tonight for his duty, the sexy man whose touch made her feel
thoroughly feminine and on fire.

“I should—”

“Be my date tonight,” she interrupted. Lifting her head, she
met his dark gaze and gripped his arms to keep him from moving away. Hoping she
sounded enticing and impulsive rather than desperate, she flashed a grin. “Come
inside with me, and we can spend the rest of the night dancing.”

His expression dimmed. “I can’t leave my post. Not until my
replacement arrives at midnight.”

Hope swelled in her chest. “What if someone else covered your
post until then? Robert, our chauffeur, is trained in security and often works
protection detail for my father.” She reached in his front coat pocket, pulled
out the cell phone she’d felt there while they danced and dialed.

Daniel opened his mouth to argue, but she turned a shoulder as
Robert came on the line. Within minutes, a scowling and skeptical Robert was in
place at the front steps, and Daniel had no more excuses not to join her
inside.

A giddy sense of victory swirled through her when Daniel
finally relented and followed her up the porch stairs. Her triumph was all the
sweeter when she thought of the buffer Daniel would provide between her and her
father’s tedious friends.

Daniel offered her his arm as they crossed the porch. “Is this
going to cause a problem with your father?”

Nicole hiked up her chin, remembering the blind eye her father
turned to his business associates’ behavior toward her. “Maybe. But I don’t
care. It will teach him a lesson.”

Daniel frowned as they stepped into the foyer. “I don’t want to
get in the middle of some family thing….”

“Don’t worry.” She tugged his arm, pulling him into the
ballroom, where the volume of music and voices made conversation difficult.
“I’ve got this.”

* * *

Daniel could feel Senator White’s dark glare following
him as Nicole led him out onto the dance floor. When she’d explained why Daniel
was at her side, the senator had clearly been unhappy with her stunt, and
something in Nicole’s manner had rankled Daniel, as well. But once he had Nicole
in his arms again, the senator faded from his thoughts. With Nicole pressed
against his body, his hands on the silky skin of her back, the delicate scent of
her surrounding him, he forgot anything beyond that moment, this woman. And the
fire that consumed him.

When she threaded her fingers through his short cropped hair or
angled her head to flash him a smile with equal parts of sweetness and
seduction, his blood ran hot, and his need wound tighter. Months of anticipation
and longing coiled inside him.

He’d spent the past five years thinking about Nicole and
regretting the chance he’d let slip through his fingers the night he’d walked
her home with her new kitten. His sense of honor and propriety, along with a
belief that she was out of his reach, had lulled him into inaction when she was
sixteen. Since that night, he’d sworn never to miss another opportunity, in any
form, when it knocked. For a kid from the bayou, life didn’t offer many lucky
breaks or second chances.

As they moved together, she chatted amiably, filling him in on
her years in nursing school, her mother’s illness and recent death, her dream of
working overseas in one of the many poor communities where health care was so
desperately needed. She quizzed him on his career plans with the Navy, his last
tour in the Persian Gulf, his specialty in weapons and explosives.

“Why weapons?” she asked with a frown.

He shrugged. “Because...I’m a guy, and guys like guns and
things that go boom.”

Her frown turned to a scowling pout, and he was slammed with
the urge to kiss her plump raspberry lips. He swallowed hard and determinedly
refocused his thoughts. “Because...” he said, schooling his face. “It was where
I was needed. It’s what I’m good at.”

Her smile warmed. “I bet you’re good at a lot of things.”

He grunted in acknowledgment and brushed his thumb over her
bottom lip. “Better at some things than others.”

Her pale blue gaze heated, and she canted closer, tracing his
ear with her finger. “Do tell.”

Lust sent a scalding jolt through him, and as his desire-crazed
brain scrambled, weighing discretion against temptation, a firm hand clapped him
on the shoulder.

“I’m cutting in,” her father said, effectively dousing the
flames licking Daniel’s veins.

Nicole stiffened. “Actually, I’d rather not.” She pulled away
from her father’s grip and gave Daniel a confident smile. “Daniel was just about
to take me home. These shoes are killing me, and my headache from earlier is
back.”

“Nonsense.” The senator took her elbow and guided his daughter
off the dance floor. “If you’re ready to go home, I can leave now, or have
Robert drive you back to the hotel.”

“No, Dad, I—” Nicole turned, met Daniel’s gaze with a silent
plea in her eyes.

Firming his jaw, Daniel wedged through the crowd and cut the
senator off at the edge of the dance floor. “The hotel is on my way, sir. It
would be my pleasure to take Nicole home.”

Nicole beamed, freeing her arm from her father’s grasp. “I’ll
be fine. Good night, Dad.”

Daniel seized the chance to pull Nicole toward the front door.
He could feel her father’s glare burning holes in his back as he escorted Nicole
outside and toward the parked cars.

She looped her arm in his and leaned into him as they crossed
the grassy lawn. “Thank you. If I’d had to dance with my left-footed father or
one of his ass-grabbing friends again tonight, I think I’d—”

Daniel stopped short. “Ass-grabbing?”

She snorted derisively. “Oh, yeah. Right before I came out and
found you, the sleazeball from the Chamber of Commerce copped himself a
feel.”

He tensed and fisted his hands, feeling the thrum of anger
pounding at his temples. Performing a stiff about-face, he stalked back toward
the mansion. “Show him to me.”

Nicole slipped off her high heels and jogged to catch up to
him. “Why? So you can defend my honor by punching him in the dentures?” She
blocked his path, and when she met his gaze, her eyes sparkled with mirth. “I’m
flattered by your chivalry, but save your energy.”

He sucked in a deep breath, struggling to calm his raging
pulse. “It’s just...when I think of some creep with his hands on your—”

She laughed and ran her fingers up the front of his jacket.
“You wish you’d thought of it?”

He scoffed and caught her hands in his, tugging her closer.
“Believe me,
cher.
I thought about it plenty.”

She laced her fingers with his, her expression coy. “Then why
didn’t you?” She tugged his hands behind her and planted them at the small of
her back. “I think I’d like having your hands on me.”

The coil of lust inside him yanked tighter. With a groan, he
slid his hands down the silky fabric of her dress to palm her bottom. He curled
his fingers, testing the supple flesh beneath her dress and tugging her
closer.

She sighed her pleasure, and when she tipped her head up, her
eyes zeroing in on his mouth, he captured her lips with his. Moving one hand to
cradle the base of her head, he held her in place while he explored the taste
and texture of her kiss. She clutched at his back, returning his passion and
meeting the thrust and parry of his tongue. A sound somewhere between a whimper
and a purr rumbled in her throat, and the seductive mewl threw kindling on the
fire already blazing in his blood. He wanted her so much he hurt.

“Nicole,” he rasped, barely recognizing his own voice, “let me
take you home.”

“Only if you promise not to leave me at the door.” She nibbled
her way down his jaw to his ear. “Last time, in high school, you left
me...aching for you.” Nicole looped her arms around his neck, pressing her
breasts against his chest. “I’m still aching for you.”

He half moaned, half sighed. “The feeling is mutual.”

When he slipped his hands under her dress and filled his hands
with her bare bottom, she gasped. “Daniel...”

He shifted his hand, delving a finger into the moist heat
between her legs, before the slam of a car door reminded him they were in
public. If not for her reputation, he’d take her there in the grassy lawn of the
antebellum mansion. But he wouldn’t subject her to any scandal or scorn from her
social set. Grasping her arms, he kissed her forehead and levered back. “Not
here. Which hotel are you staying at?”

She gave him the name of a posh hotel on Canal Street, and as
he led her to his truck, he stooped to pick up the shoes she’d kicked off
earlier. They seemed ridiculously small to him—size 6—with dangerously spiked
heels. “How do you walk in these?”

She grinned. “Very carefully.”

He smacked another kiss on her lips before closing her door and
circling to the driver’s side. The thirty-minute drive to her hotel was torture.
He fought the urge to pull to the side of the road and toss her in the backseat,
or stop at one of the many lower-rent motels they passed. But Nicole White was
not the kind of woman he could take to a second-rate motor inn. He would wait
another half hour until they reached her hotel room. Even if his body was strung
tighter than a guy wire.

If it killed him, he would wait. For Nicole.

Chapter 2

Present day—Colombia

N
icole woke with a start when a large hand clamped over her mouth and a low male voice growled in her ear, “Don’t make any noise.”

He gaze flew to the dark figure hovering over her, and panic flooded her brain. In the night shadows, she could tell little about her attacker, except that he was large, and strong, and dark featured. When she squirmed, trying to find Tia, terrified this man could have harmed the little girl, the man’s hold on her tightened.

“It’s all right, Nicole. I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, his mouth so close to her that his lips brushed the shell of her ear and his warm breath fanned her neck. In the fog of her fear, it took her a moment to realize he’d used her name. And that he spoke English.

She snapped a startled gaze to his, straining to make out his face while her heart drummed an anxious beat against her ribs. No use. In the blackness of the jungle night, she couldn’t see anything distinguishing about his face.

“I’m an American operative. I’m here to take you home. Do you understand?”

Home.
The word held such sweet promise, she couldn’t help the whimper of relief that squeaked from her throat.

Her attacker—no, her
rescuer
—loosened his grip on her mouth. “Promise to be quiet?”

She nodded, and tears of joy puddled in her eyes. She was going home.
Finally.
And Tia could get the medical attention she needed. Nicole’s heart soared, even though the prospect of escaping the camp filled her with a chilling fear.

As he removed his hand from her mouth, the man dragged his fingers along her chin, brushing her hair back from her face and wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. The intimate gesture startled her, and the first uneasy whispers that something was off tickled her nape. He hovered, scant inches above her, and she searched his face, wishing desperately she could see him better in the darkness. Then, with a troubled-sounding sigh, he dipped his head.

And kissed her.

Nicole’s breath caught, and her pulse scampered on a fresh wave of panic. Had he lied about his intentions? When her initial, paralyzing shock passed, she gained the frame of mind to resist. But hesitated.

His lips were gentle. The tender caress of his mouth surprised her, intrigued her. Filled her with a sweet warmth. Her body responded to his kiss as if she’d known him her whole life...and yet the edgy prickle at her neck bit harder.

A groan rumbled from his chest, and he broke the kiss to sit back on his heels, muttering a curse under his breath. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Damn right, you shouldn’t have! Who are you?” she whispered fiercely.

He tensed and angled a hooded glance toward her. “Your ticket outta here. Get up.” His tone was gruff now, in contradiction to his soft kiss, and she shivered, despite the clammy heat of the jungle. “I brought shoes and socks for you. Size 6,
right?”

“I—yes. How did you know?”

“It’s my job to know.” He slid a pack off his back and pulled out a pair of boots. “Can you walk? We have a difficult hike ahead of us.”

“I can, but Tia’s weak.” She glanced to the sleeping girl, whose age she estimated at eight years and who’d shared her cage for the past several months. She’d come to love Tia like a daughter, bonding with the terrified child as she protected her from the cruelty of their guards. “She’s had a fever and hasn’t eaten in days.”

Her rescuer followed her glance to Tia and shook his head. “Forget it. She’s not coming with us.” He shoved the boots at her. “Put these on. Hurry.”

Nicole’s chest tightened. “What? She has to come. She’ll die here if I leave her!” She shifted her gaze down the row of night-darkened cages. “And what about the others? There are twelve of us being held here!”

He clamped a hand over her mouth and growled in her ear. “Keep your voice down.” He grabbed the socks up and shoved one onto her foot. “Our objective is to get
you
out. Only you. We can’t take anyone else.”

She snatched her foot away. “Why? Because they’re not American?” Disdain filled her voice, but she didn’t care. “Their lives still matter. We can’t leave—”

“No. Only you. We only have provisions for you.” His tone brooked no resistance, and he tossed a boot into her lap. “Hurry up.”

“Then...take Tia instead of me. Please. She’s just a child. This is no place for an eight-year-old girl.”

He glanced at Tia again and jammed fingers through his short black hair. Hope fluttered in Nicole’s chest. Clearly the idea of leaving a little girl behind bothered him.

He released a ragged sigh and cupped a hand at the nape of Nicole’s neck. “Don’t do this. I have been planning this rescue for months. I’m here to take
you
home. You, Nicole.” He kept his voice low, but his tone vibrated with fury and frustration.

An odd sense of familiarity sketched down her spine. Something about his voice...

“I will not do anything that could jeopardize my objective. Got it?”

Nicole’s temper spiked. “Did I ask you to save me?”

She felt him tense, his fingers digging into her scalp. “Get your ass moving, or I’ll carry you out of here.”

A frisson of fear slithered through her. Indecision. Anguish. “I won’t leave her. If you don’t take her, I’m not going, either.” To prove her point, Nicole shoved the boot into his chest and let it drop.

Even with the night shadows, she couldn’t miss the lethal scowl he narrowed on her.

“Lafitte!” another male voice whispered just outside her plywood shelter. “What the hell’s the hold up? Haul ass!”

Her rescuer bit out another curse, in French this time, and pivoted to where Tia slept. Bending over her, he scooped the girl into his arms.

Relief and gratitude swept through Nicole and left her trembling.

When Tia woke and whimpered in fright, the man clapped a hand over her mouth...which only frightened Tia more.

Quickly Nicole scrambled over and stroked Tia’s arm, squeezed her hand. “It’s okay,
mija. Es un amigo.
” She tugged the man’s hand away from Tia’s mouth, then tapped her own finger to Tia’s lips. “Shh.”

Nicole didn’t miss the irony of hushing a girl who hadn’t spoken a word since arriving at the camp, traumatized and alone. Tia raised wide brown eyes so full of blind trust that Nicole’s heart twisted. She prayed trusting these men, attempting an escape with them, didn’t prove a deadly mistake.

When Tia quieted, Nicole jammed the boots on her feet and crawled out of her plywood lean-to in time to see her rescuer pass Tia off to the second man.

“What the hell?” the second man whispered harshly.

“Change of plans,” he grumbled under his breath, then stalked back to Nicole. “Ready?” He offered her a hand up, which she took. When he’d pulled her to her feet, he drew her close, and she grabbed one of his muscular arms while she found her balance. “We have to move fast. If you can’t run, I’ll carry you.”

Judging by the size of the arm she held and the width of his chest, she had no doubt he could carry her for miles. The notion started an odd tremble low in her belly. She shook her head. “No. I can run.”

“Good. Keep your head down, and do exactly as I say,
when
I say. Got it?” His tone and face were hard and unyielding.

She bristled a bit at his high-handedness but swallowed the sharp retort that came to mind. Under the circumstances, she’d forgive his bossiness. “Got it.”

He seized her hand and hauled her with him as he moved to the hole cut in the cage that had imprisoned her. The second man had already carried Tia out and was headed toward the perimeter fence. She scurried through the gap and glanced warily around the dark camp, her heart thundering.

Two shadowy dark figures lay unmoving in the dirt by the weapons cache, and a sick understanding crawled through her. Her rescuers had killed those men and who knew how many others in order to reach her. Bile rose in her throat, and she fought the urge to vomit.

As he rose to his feet, her rescuer shoved a cumbersome-looking pair of goggles on his head, then pulled a large handgun from the waist of his fatigues, reinforcing her recognition of his deadly skill. Her breath hung in her lungs. Apprehension shuddered through her.

Before she could reconcile this lethal soldier with the man who’d kissed her so sweetly and dried her tear moments earlier, he grabbed her arm and ran. She stumbled, trying to keep up with the pace he set, and gritting her teeth, she forced her exercise-deprived legs to move faster. She refused to slow him down, be a hindrance to their escape.

When they reached the hole cut in the perimeter fence, she had precious seconds to rest while the first man shimmied through the hole on his belly. As they coaxed Tia through the gap, Nicole gasped for breath, already winded. The pitch blackness of the jungle loomed beyond the fence that served not only to keep prisoners in, but also to keep wild animals out. Their escape route lay through that dense, wild terrain.

“Nicole.” Her rescuer waved her toward the hole in the fence. “Come on,
cher.
”

The endearment reverberated in her head as she dropped to her knees in preparation to crawl through the hole. She recognized the colloquial Cajun French term, pronounced
sha,
which she heard often in her home state. “You’re from Louisiana.”

He stilled for an instant, and she felt more than saw his gaze boring into hers. “Yes.” Before she could respond, he put a hand on her head and shoved her down. “Go!”

She did, with Cajun Man at her heels. Already the second man had disappeared into the thick foliage with Tia. Once through the fence, her rescuer dug in his pack and gave her a pair of goggles like the ones he and his partner wore. “Put these on.”

She obeyed, then marveled at the green images that leaped out of the blackness of the night. Night vision goggles. Of course. She studied him with her newly enhanced vision, but he, too, wore a pair of goggles that obscured her view of his face. The goggles only confirmed for her that he was dark-haired and broad-shouldered and had a heavy layer of stubble covering his cheeks and chin. She’d had little chance to familiarize herself with the goggles before he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the jungle.

Behind them, a voice shouted in the camp. A warning. An alert. Someone had discovered the dead guards or her empty cage.

Cajun Man’s hand tightened around hers. “Damn! Go, go, go!”

Through the overgrown jungle, she heard the rebel encampment waking, engines starting, angry shouts. He tugged her arm, urging her to go faster, and adrenaline fueled her feet.

Their escape path led them up the steep side of a mountain, and soon her muscles trembled from exertion. Nicole used her free hand to grab limbs and roots, anything she could use to help pull herself up the incline as he hauled her forward by the hand. She couldn’t quit, had to find the strength to press on. Letting the rebel soldiers catch her now would mean certain death.

Wide-leafed branches slapped at her legs, her face. Around her, the eyes of nocturnal animals glowed in her goggles, and she fought the fear that threatened to suffocate her. She had to keep moving, keep running. Keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally, they reached the top of the incline, and the terrain leveled out. Cajun Man never slowed their pace. The foliage thinned out in places making their progress easier. Many minutes later, when Nicole thought she might drop from exhaustion, he slowed at last and led her behind a wide tree trunk where his partner had stopped with Tia.

She gulped oxygen and collapsed on the ground beside the little girl. Tia crawled close and buried her head in Nicole’s chest.

“Where are we?” Cajun Man asked his friend, who’d pulled out a small gadget she couldn’t identify in the dark, even with her night vision goggles.

“Chopper’s still a couple miles north,” his partner answered.

Her heart beat so hard she could barely hear their discussion over the pounding pulse in her ears.

Turning, Cajun Man crouched in front of her and squeezed her shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

She nodded, unable to find the breath to speak.

“And the kid?” He jerked his head toward Tia.

“Scared,” Nicole panted. “But...all right.”

The night vision goggles helped her make out general forms in an unnatural green glow, but the details of Cajun’s and his partner’s appearances were still a mystery. She shoved aside her frustration with not knowing what her rescuers looked like. What did it matter as long as they got her and Tia out of that jungle alive? It didn’t. Yet she couldn’t quash the eerie prickle of familiarity his voice evoked.

He handed her a flask from his pack. “Drink.”

She waved his offering away. “I’m okay.”

“Drink,” he repeated more forcefully, shoving the canteen into her hand. “I can’t have you passing out on me later when I need you to run.”

Capitulating, she uncapped the flask and tipped it up to her lips. She almost groaned in pleasure as a sweet fruity drink bathed her tongue. An energy drink. How long had it been since she’d had anything but foul water to drink?

Brushing Tia’s hair back from her eyes, Nicole gave the canteen to the girl and helped her take a sip. When the little girl tasted the sweet drink, she clutched the canteen tighter and tipped it higher for a bigger gulp.

“Hey!” Cajun snatched the container back. “That’s gotta last until we’re outta here. Those of us who are hoofing it get priority.”

Tia shrank away from him, huddling closer to Nicole with a whimper.

Nicole bit back a retort. She had to remember that this man had risked his life to save her and had brought Tia along against his better judgment and despite the limited provisions he’d made. She raised her chin and worked at keeping her voice nonconfrontational. “Could you please try not to scare her? She’s just a kid, and she’s already been through a nightmare.”

He paused in the act of stashing the canteen in his pack, cast a side-glance to Nicole and heaved an impatient sigh as he shoved to his feet. “Enough rest. Let’s move.” He faced his partner and gave a nod. “Alec?”