Running Scared (43 page)

“Oh, God, Daegan, don’t ever leave me again,” she cried, tears of relief drizzling from her eyes. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He chuckled and coughed, his skin a sick shade of blue. One strong arm held her close. “About time you realized it,” he said, pressing frigid lips to her hair.

“Marry me, Daegan O’Rourke,” she insisted and his grin slashed white in the darkness. His arms tightened around her.

“You got yourself a deal, lady,” he said, shivering, “but do you mind if I warm up first?”

The wind swept low over the Montana hillside and Kate stood on her front porch, eyeing the horizon, waiting for two riders. Snow lay in patches on the ground, but the scent of spring was in the air and a few early buds were visible on the fruit trees.

She and Daegan had moved in January after a quick wedding and a long discussion with the administrators of the college in Bend. It had been time for a new start, Kate thought, and time to leave the little town that knew too much about her and her son—their son. She’d even sold her house.

After Jon had saved Todd Neider’s life, Todd had been less than grateful. He’d been running away from his father and blamed Jon and Daegan for making him face the music as well as his old man again. But he’d been moved to foster care, and Carl Neider had promised the social worker he’d change his ways and quit drinking, join AA, and stop beating his son. No one, least of all Todd, believed that was possible.

The Sullivans, according to Sandy, were keeping quiet. Frank was charged in Stuart’s death, Robert refused to speak to his brother, Alicia was getting a divorce, and Collin, recovering slowly, was attempting to reconcile with his wife. But there seemed to be an unwritten law that they would never again bother Daegan or his small family.

Neils VanHorn hadn’t fared quite as well. His trial for the kidnapping of Jon Summers was still pending. Legal experts were arguing on the legality of the first adoption and the manner in which Jon was to be “returned” to the Sullivan family. Meanwhile, the Boston media kept citing VanHorn as he insisted that both Alicia Sullivan McGivens and Robert Sullivan had been accomplices in the abduction and kidnapping. Time would tell. His family had given depositions and Daegan had been assured that everything possible would be done to avoid disrupting Jon’s new life if they needed him to testify in court.

Kate had been working on reconciling Daegan with his mother, now that Frank was out of the picture, and had talked to Mary Ellen several times on the phone as well as having persuaded Daegan to speak with her on multiple occasions. They had all made plans for Mary Ellen to come out to Montana to visit them so Jon could meet his grandmother, and she and Daegan could see each other.

Since Christmas Eve when he’d awoke seeing a vision of Todd drowning, Jon hadn’t had any more visions—or at least none that he talked about. He seemed well adjusted here, catching movies with his friends, spending time after school with his father.

His father.
The thought that Daegan was Jon’s father warmed her heart.

She spied them riding over the ridge, two tall men on lanky horses. Waving frantically, she heard Jon’s whoop and then watched as the two beasts took off at a hard gallop and tore past the barn to slide to a stop just before reaching the fence. It was the regular evening ritual, the race between father and son.

“We’ll be there in a second,” Daegan called to her and her heart thrilled at the sound of his voice. Her husband, the man she’d eloped with on Christmas Day. Absently she rubbed her abdomen and walked back to the kitchen, where the table was set. In the center of the table was Jon’s birthday cake—three glorious layers of chocolate with dark fudge frosting that proudly supported sixteen, as yet unlit, candles.

The coffee had just brewed when she heard their boots on the back porch and the sound of old pipes creaking as they washed their hands. Within seconds, in stocking feet, they walked into the kitchen and warmed their hands by the woodstove.

“Find any strays?” she asked.

“Nope,” Daegan replied and his gaze touched hers in a way that made the pulse at her throat leap in anticipation.

“Naw, but we fixed the fence.” Jon rolled his eyes as he sat at the table and eyed the chocolate cake. When he thought his mother’s back was turned, he scooped a finger full of the icing and plopped it into his mouth.

“I saw that.”

“Yeah, because you’ve got eyes in the back of your head.”

Daegan winked at his son and nabbed a smidgen of frosting on his finger. “Like father, like son,” she said as she poured two cups of coffee and a glass of milk.

“Don’t we have to eat dinner first?” Daegan asked.

She shook her head. “Jon and I have always thought birthday cake should be eaten when you’re hungry. We’ll have dinner in an hour or so. Okay?” She struck a match and lit all sixteen candles. They blazed brightly in the cozy little kitchen.

“Before you blow them out,” she said, “we have a couple of things for you.”

Jon grinned. “A new car! A Fiat, or a kickin’ truck or a Corvette or—”

“In your dreams,” his mother said with a laugh.

“Not quite a Corvette, but transportation.” Daegan reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and handed his boy an envelope.

“What’s this?” Jon asked, opening the folded white paper and scowling as he read.

“It’s Buckshot’s papers. He’s yours now,” Daegan said, and Jon’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “You can sell him if you want and buy a cheap car with the cash—”

“No way!” Jon said, biting his lip and glancing from one parent to the other. “I—I can’t believe it. This is great. Really great. Thanks!”

“And there’s something else—but it’s not from us,” Kate said and handed him another envelope, this one perfumed and sealed with wax.

“Jennifer,” he said, blushing, his Adam’s apple moving. “I’ll read this later.” He stuffed the letter into his back pocket.

“Okay, so let’s get to it.” Kate held her husband’s hand and smiled at her boy. “Make a wish!”

He hesitated, closed his eyes, then filled his lungs and blew out the candles in a rush of air that could have extinguished an inferno.

Kate handed him the knife.

“Aren’t you gonna ask what I wished for?”

She laughed. “And ruin it so it won’t come true?”

“Oh, it’ll come true all right. I already saw it.”

“‘Saw’ it?” she asked, her mouth going dry.

“Umhm.” He took his mother’s free hand and smiled. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

She swallowed hard. “I, well, yes.” She felt color wash up her neck and Daegan grinned widely as he squeezed her hand. Fortunately, he already knew that they were expecting a baby.

“It’ll be born on September 10,” Jon said, and when she was about to protest, he held both hands near his head as if in surrender. “I know, I know that’s three weeks early, but that’s the day it’s gonna happen and you’ll name him Jason.”

“How do you know it’ll be a boy?” she asked, but already guessed the truth.

Jon grinned widely. “I know, Mom, trust me. Hey, this cake is great!” He dug into the chocolate, gulped down his glass of milk, and ate a second piece. Then he scooted back his chair and announced that he was going out to check on
his
colt, but Kate suspected that he really wanted to be alone to savor Jennifer’s letter. They came regularly and Jon wasn’t yet interested in any girls at his new school.

Daegan and Kate cleared the dishes, then Daegan drew her into the circle of his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “You know, Mrs. O’Rourke, you’ve made me incredibly happy.”

She angled her head up at him. “Are you going to show me how happy?”

“Mmm. Later. All night long if you want. But first you should know that Jon’s wrong.”

“Wrong? About what?”

He laid a hand over her abdomen and closed his eyes. “We’re going to have twins, Kate, a boy and a girl, and we’re going to name them Jason and Julianne.”

She laughed and he opened one eye as if checking her reaction.

“Twins? I don’t think so.”

Cocking a dark eyebrow, he said, “You doubt me? Doubt my gift?” His gray eye glinted suggestively.

“Me? Never,” she said, then blew it by laughing again.

“Just wait and see, woman. You’ll be in awe.”

“I already am,” she whispered and wound her arms around his neck, happier than she’d ever been in her life.

On September 10, Kate’s water broke, and at ten minutes to midnight, Jason Patrick O’Rourke entered the world. Twenty-three minutes later on September 11, his sister, Julianne Orchid, joined the family.

An hour after she’d delivered her babies, Kate lay in her hospital bed, a swaddled and sleeping twin in each arm. The hospital was quiet, the lights dimmed, but Daegan, who had spent hours holding his new children, now stood near the bed, as if unable to tear himself away. Tears stood in his eyes and he brushed a kiss across her temple. “Thank you,” he said and emotion clogged his throat.

“Geez, you guys aren’t gonna get all mushy on me, are ya?” Jon said, but his own voice sounded deeper than usual, and even from his chair near the window, he couldn’t take his curious eyes off his new brother and sister.

They, the five of them, were a family, never to be broken. Kate’s throat clogged with emotion as she whispered back to her husband, “Thank
you
.”

“Really, I can’t listen to this,” Jon said, but his lips curved into a smile.

Kate laughed, Daegan cleared his throat, Jason gurgled, Julianne whimpered before going back to sleep, and Jon rolled his eyes. Sighing happily, Kate smiled as she realized that sometimes, no matter what the odds, wishes really do come true.

Dear Reader,

Now that you’ve read RUNNING SCARED, and spent some time with Kate, Daegan, and Jon, I thought I’d let you know what else I’ve got up my writing sleeve!

WITHOUT MERCY is still on the stands, and if you like high-intensity twisted plots, you’ll love the story surrounding Blue Rock Academy, an idyllic-appearing school for troubled teens. The academy, however, has a few dark secrets of its own: One girl has gone missing and a teacher has been dismissed under scandalous circumstances.

Things only get worse when Jules Farentino’s younger sister, Shaylee Stillman is ordered to Blue Rock Academy rather than sent to juvenile detention for committing a crime with her loser boyfriend. Jules is worried, but can do nothing to help her wayward younger half-sister.

Upon her arrival at the school, Shaylee swears that nothing is as it appears! The veil of honesty and caring surrounding Blue Rock is all a diabolical, dangerous act. Jules starts to believe her sister just as students at the school begin to die under mysterious circumstances. Worse yet, when Jules arrives at the institution she comes face to face with her own personal hell: she’s forced to deal with Cooper Trent, her ex-lover and now a teacher at the institution. Trent, like so many of the instructors at the academy, has a checkered past and as students continue to die, under mysterious circum-stances, any one of the teachers and counselors could be the killer. Cut off from the rest of the world by the storm of the century, Jules has to fight her feelings for Trent as well as use her wits to try and flush out a killer.

Before she becomes his next victim!

WITHOUT MERCY is now available in hardcover and will be on the stands in paperback in March 2011, just before my next hardcover, the next installment of the Rick Bentz/Reuben Montoya series, will be in stores in April 2011. This all new Bentz/Montoya novel will be set in New Orleans and a lot of familiar faces will reappear, so check my Web site
www.lisajackson.com
for updates! (By then, I might even have a title for the book!)

Also, don’t forget to look for WICKED LIES, the next book in “The Colony” series co-written with my sister, fellow author Nancy Bush. If you’ve followed the series, you know that WICKED GAME was the first installment. The next two were UNSEEN and BLINDSPOT both already in stores and written by Nancy. WICKED LIES will be available in June 2011! To learn more about it, and all of The Colony Books, please go online to
www.lisajackson.com
and
www.nancybush.net
!

Again, I hope you enjoyed RUNNING SCARED!

Keep Reading!
Lisa Jackson