The Pregnancy Plot (Brothers In Arms: Retribution Book 2)
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Authors: Carol Ericson
Tags: #Contemporary, #Fiction, #Romance, #Romantic Suspense, #Thriller, #Crime, #Suspense, #Undercover, #Pregnant, #Protection, #Fake Fiance, #Tempest Organization, #Adult
An undercover agent has one assignment: protect a pregnant woman who may know a lot more than she’s telling...
Nina Moore has no idea her life and the life of her unborn child are in danger. She only knows she’s grateful for the handsome handyman helping her restore her bed-and-breakfast. But Jase Bennett isn’t the average jack-of-all-trades—he’s a special ops agent assigned to protect Nina from Tempest, the organization responsible for Nina’s ex-fiancé’s death. Getting close to the vulnerable beauty is easier than Jase expected...too easy. And when “fake fiancé” is added to his job description, the jaded agent is in over his head. But with the body count rising, Jase must risk it all to save Nina and her baby from Tempest’s twisted plans...
“You have a complicated life, Nina.”
Jase opened the latch of the broken gate and ushered her through with a sweep of his hand.
“You have no idea, Jase.”
He held his breath as she moved past him, her light fragrance tickling his nose. Would she tell him about her pregnancy? Open up about Simon?
She climbed the two porch steps and turned to face him.
He held her gaze, ready for her confidences. Not that he’d be sharing any of his own—revealing his identity was not part of his assignment—yet.
“You know that proposal you made over dinner?”
He blinked. Not what he’d been expecting, but he’d go with it. “About moving in with you? For your safety?”
“Yes. Still interested?”
“Sure.”
“Good.” She turned and shoved open the front door of the B and B. “Because I want you to move in—right here, right now.”
THE
PREGNANCY
PLOT
Carol Ericson
Carol Ericson
lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To learn more about Carol, please visit her website,
carolericson.com
, “Where romance flirts with danger.”
Books by Carol Ericson
Harlequin Intrigue
Brothers in Arms: Retribution
The Pregnancy Plot
Brody Law
Brothers in Arms: Fully Engaged
Run, Hide
Conceal, Protect
Trap, Secure
Catch, Release
Guardians of Coral Cove
Obsession
Eyewitness
Intuition
Deception
Visit the Author Profile page at
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jase Bennett—
A covert ops agent who resents his assignment to babysit a pregnant woman looking for solitude, but he soon realizes his charge is in danger and he’s in even greater danger of falling for her.
Nina Moore—
Her ex-fiancé has dropped off the face of the earth, leaving her alone, pregnant and fearful, making it easy for her to turn to the one man who can protect her and her unborn child.
Simon Skinner—
Nina’s ex-fiancé has disappeared without a trace, or has he?
Lou Moore—
Nina’s stepsister is trouble, and her chaotic lifestyle just might threaten Nina’s safety.
Kip Chandler—
Lou’s casual boyfriend seems befuddled by drugs and alcohol, but is his demeanor all an act?
Chris Kitchens—
Simon Skinner’s long-lost brother is a dead ringer for Simon; his motives for tracking down Nina seem innocent, but they might be a cover for something more sinister.
Caliban—
The mysterious leader of Tempest—the black ops organization that’s trying to throw world affairs into chaos—wants to rule the world and satisfy his vendetta against Jack Coburn and Prospero in the process.
For the LA women (and men)
of the Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA)
Contents
Chapter One
The nurse handed her the blurry picture of her baby boy, and Nina tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out if the white, fuzzy appendage in the upper-right corner of the photo represented a foot or an arm. At just about eighteen weeks that appendage could be anything—even that which distinguished him as a boy.
The nurse smiled and flicked the edge of the ultrasound. “Well, at least if his father can’t be here, you can send him his son’s picture.”
Nina pasted an answering smile on her face, ignoring the knife in her heart. “Yes, I’ll do that.”
If she could ever find her baby’s father.
She hadn’t wanted to get into the whole complicated story of her ex-fiancé’s disappearance off the face of the earth, so she’d just told her obstetrician that her baby’s father was in the military and was deployed. All good lies contained a bit of the truth.
“Make sure you stop by the front desk to make your next appointment.” The nurse closed the door behind her so that Nina could get dressed.
That was another issue she hadn’t discussed with her doctor yet. There wouldn’t be another appointment if she decided to pull up stakes and move to Washington.
The paper crinkled as she slid off the examination table. How had her life gotten so complicated in such a short period of time? She’d been happy with her job, happy with her fiancé and safe.
Safe?
Where had that come from? She crumpled up the paper gown and shoved it into the trash can. She didn’t have to dig too deeply for the answer.
She’d been feeling uneasy ever since Simon had started blowing up at the smallest issue until his ranting and raving had gotten so severe, she’d broken off their engagement over four months ago. Then he’d dropped off her radar for good. Or had he?
She squeezed into her fat jeans, making a mental note for the hundredth time that week to shop for maternity clothes.
Since her breakup with Simon, she’d had the unsettling feeling that her ex-fiancé had been stalking her—watching her, following her. She had no evidence at all to back up that suspicion, only a creeping feeling of dread. Looking over her shoulder and checking her rearview mirror had become habits for her—habits she didn’t like.
Habits that gave her even more reason to leave LA for her family’s bed-and-breakfast up in the Puget Sound area. The TLC that place needed since her stepfather passed away would be enough to keep her occupied.
Slipping her feet into her wedges, she hooked the strap of her purse over her shoulder. She kissed the ultrasound picture of her baby and slipped it into her purse.
She breezed into the reception area. Leaning over the counter, she said, “I need to make my next appointment.”
“Of course.” The receptionist’s fingers raced across the keyboard of her computer. “Does this same time next month work for you, Nina?”
If the great Pacific Northwest hadn’t called her home by that time. Nina peered at the calendar on the phone cupped in her hand. “Yes, and Tuesday or Wednesday of that week looks good.”
“Perfect.” The receptionist checked some boxes on an appointment card and held it out between two fingers.
“Thanks.” Nina took the card and dropped it into her purse.
While she waited for the elevator that would take her down to the parking garage below the building, her cell phone buzzed. She glanced at the display and sighed.
Six months ago she’d been thrilled to land this job, designing the interior of a beach house in Malibu, but after Simon had gone AWOL and she’d found out she was pregnant, she had no patience for this demanding client.
She answered the call anyway. “Hello, Jennifer. Were the tiles delivered on time?”
“They arrived yesterday. I opened one of the boxes and I’m not so sure I like that yellow and blue.”
Of course you don’t.
The elevator doors slid open, and Nina stepped into the car, nodding at a woman holding a squirming toddler in her arms.
The woman dipped her chin while blowing a strand of hair from her face. “You need to get in your stroller now, Ben.”
How did kids even move that way? He looked like a giant worm. She placed a hand on her belly. Would her baby be wiggly like that?
“Nina? I said I don’t like the color.”
She blinked. “If we send it back, it’s going to be another two weeks, at least, before the vendor can get another shipment from Italy.”
“Two weeks? I can’t wait. Everything will be done by then.”
“You loved the colors a month ago.”
“You’re right. I’ll keep them.”
“I’ll let Fernando know the tiles are in. He and his assistant will be out tomorrow for the installation.”
She ended the call at the same time the elevator stopped at the first level of the parking structure. The woman had coaxed her son into his stroller and rolled him out the door, calling over her shoulder, “Don’t worry. It’s all worth it.”
Nina’s mouth dropped open when the doors slid shut on mother and child. Had she been sending out that silent motherhood vibe?
She shifted her weight to her other foot, vowing to swap her high, wedged heels for flats any day now. She didn’t need a psychiatrist to tell her that her refusal to switch up her clothes to accommodate her pregnancy was a form of denial. She absolutely wanted the baby, but the pregnancy had been a surprise, and coming on the heels of her breakup with Simon, it had been an overwhelming surprise.
But one she could handle, one she couldn’t wait to handle.
The doors swooshed open on her parking level and she got a whiff of exhaust fumes. She waved her hand in front of her face. She’d definitely be breathing cleaner air if she made the move from LA to Washington, but she’d be leaving her life and her friends behind.
As she headed for her car in the far corner of the parking lot, her cell buzzed again. She held her phone up to her face in the dim light of the garage and squinted at a text from Jennifer—more doubts about the yellow tile.
Pinning her purse to her body with the inside of her elbow, she used both thumbs to text Jennifer some more encouragement. She sent the text and looked up.
“Three C?” she said to herself. She’d missed her aisle.
As she backtracked, a slow-moving car on the row above caught her attention. Unlike when she’d arrived for her appointment this afternoon, the parking garage sported plenty of empty slots. No need for that car to be rolling along at such a slow speed past vacant parking spaces.
In contrast to the speed of the car, her heart rate ticked up a few notches. She turned down the aisle where she’d parked her car and moved as fast as her shoes would allow.
Holding her key fob in front of her, she clicked it over and over just to make sure the car would be unlocked when she reached it.
She glanced over her shoulder at the other car, a black sedan, now crawling down the ramp to her level. She slid out of her shoes, grabbed them with one hand and jogged toward her car.
A woman getting into her car turned to stare at her. Nina didn’t care what she looked like running to her car.
She grabbed the handle, pulled open the door and dropped onto the seat, smashing her fist against the automatic lock. The woman who’d been eyeballing her started her own car and pulled out, giving Nina full view of the end of the row.
The slow-moving sedan showed up in the aisle, and Nina cranked on her ignition. If that car decided to follow her, she’d drive straight to a police station. If the driver was Simon, he’d get the picture soon enough that, baby or no baby, she’d press charges against him for stalking if he kept up this cloak-and-dagger stuff. All he had to do was call her.
Her car’s ignition clicked, but the car didn’t start. She tried again, clenching her teeth against the grating sound coming from her car. She didn’t need car trouble now.
She cut off the unresponsive engine, took a deep breath and turned the key one more time. Again, the engine failed to turn over.
The black car had turned around on the next level and was heading back toward her again. A cold fear seized her. She didn’t know if it was Simon or someone else in that car with the tinted windows, but she sensed a powerful evil heading in her direction.
She cupped her hands over her barely discernible belly, and a surge of protectiveness rushed through her body. She removed her key from the ignition and pressed the red panic button on the remote.
Her car alarm blared alternately with her honking horn as she slid down in her seat.
With her nose just above the steering wheel, she watched the car zoom past her.
A minute later, a man and a woman were knocking on her car window.
She buzzed down the window, and the woman poked her head inside the car. “Are you okay?”
Nina’s heart slowed its gallop. “I’m fine. I...I was trying to start my car, and I hit the alarm on my remote by mistake.”
No point in revealing her emotional instability to anyone else. That’s all it was—pregnancy hormones running amok.
The woman stepped back. “We saw you slip down in your seat and thought you were having some kind of medical emergency.”
“No. I’m fine.”
The man shrugged and turned away, obviously less interested than the woman, concern still creasing her face.
“Can you start your car now?”
Nina turned the key and got the same noise. “I guess not.”
“Can you get a ride?”
The man glanced at his watch.
“I have an automobile club service. I’ll call them.” Nina popped her door handle, since she had no intention of waiting for the tow truck in this rapidly clearing parking lot.
The woman smiled. “You take care now.”
Nina slung her purse over her shoulder and trudged back to the elevator, periodically glancing over her shoulder to look out for the black sedan.
Was it just a coincidence that her car broke down at the very same time a mysterious vehicle seemed to be shadowing her in the parking structure?
Maybe, maybe not, but the scare had just sealed her fate.
She was leaving LA for Break Island, Washington, sooner rather than later.
* * *
J
ASE
FLIPPED
UP
the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands into his pockets, as the ferry chugged into port. Who the hell would leave sunny Southern California for this godforsaken island in the middle of Puget Sound at this time of the year?
Crazy pregnant lady.
When Jase reached land, he ordered a cup of coffee from the window next to the ticket office. He balanced the cup on the edge of a planter and pulled out his phone.
Jack Coburn picked up on the first ring.
“Jack, I made it to Break Island. I have no idea why anyone would want to open a bed-and-breakfast on this rock. No wonder the place closed down.”
Coburn cleared his throat. “Fishing, sailing, hiking, bird-watching at the sanctuary, and ferries to Vancouver and Seattle. The Moonstones B and B didn’t close down for lack of business. Nina Moore’s mother became ill and passed away. After her mother’s death, her stepfather committed suicide.”
Coburn always did his homework. Jase had known all that about Nina Moore’s tragic history, but he’d been too busy arguing with Coburn about this babysitting job to really take note of her background. Sad stuff—and she didn’t even know about her ex-fiancé yet.
Coburn read his thoughts. “You would’ve remembered all that if you hadn’t been so intent on protesting the assignment. I need you focused, Bennett.”
“I’m on it, boss. Protect the pregnant lady.”
“We have to cover all our bases. We don’t know what’s going on right now or what to believe from Max Duvall’s crazy stories.”
“The body of Nina Moore’s fiancé hasn’t turned up yet, has it?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe he’s not even dead.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn’t change our mission.”
“Protect the pregnant lady.”
“Exactly.”
Jase ended the call and squinted through the gray haze that enveloped the small town rolling out in front of him. Maybe the pregnant lady had escaped to Break Island to hide her condition from her ex-fiancé. He snorted and snatched his coffee from the planter.
Wouldn’t be the first time a woman had tried to hide a pregnancy from a man.
He checked into a small motel in the center of town and returned to the office to get to work. He touched the bell on the counter, and the motel’s proprietor came out from the back.
“Everything okay in your room?”
“Everything’s fine.” He picked up a flyer about the island’s bird sanctuary and tucked it into his pocket. “Maisie, right?”
“That’s right.”
In true small-town fashion, Maisie had introduced herself when he checked in. “On my way in on the ferry, I noticed a B and B on the shore. It looked kind of rough but still open. Any chance the owner needs some help fixing up the place? I’m looking for a little work, and that’s right up my alley.”
“I don’t know if Nina’s looking for help, but she should be. Moonstones has been empty for a few years now and could sure use some TLC.”
“Thanks, Maisie.” He rapped his knuckles on the counter. “I think I’ll head over there and see if I can offer Nina some TLC.”
Once outside, Jase adjusted his shoulder holster beneath his blue flannel shirt. He’d fit right in with these lumberjack types.
He jogged down the steps of the motel, which sat at the end of the main street, and headed for the path that led down to the beach. He made a left turn, hugging the shoreline as he scuffed along the sandy path toward Nina’s B and B. Moonstones perched on a rocky beach on the far edge of town, along with a few other beach houses. Nina must’ve really wanted to get away from it all.
He traipsed through the sand and clambered over some rocks to get a good view of the building before approaching it.
A tangled garden spilled over the ramshackle fence that ringed the property. One blue shutter hung by a broken hinge, revealing a crack in the window. This didn’t look like a prime spot for someone expecting a baby.
But Coburn had ordered him to get close to the subject, and this ramshackle B and B offered the perfect opportunity. He wouldn’t be his grandfather’s disciple if he didn’t know his way around a hammer and nail—even though Dad had disapproved.
