Ransom At Christmas. Barb Han
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Kelly’s breathing?” Mitch asked.
Will dropped his gaze to her chest, doing his level best to ignore her curves. Relief flooded him when he saw her chest rise and fall, steady and strong. “Seems good.” He forced his gaze away from her full breasts, which were pressing against the sheer white of her dress.
“We’ll seal off the area. Make sure this guy can’t get to the house or the casita,” Mitch said.
“Make sure everyone’s careful. This guy isn’t a good aim but he’s not afraid to pull the trigger and spray shells from here to Louisiana. Wish I’d gotten a better look at him so I could give a description,” Will admitted.
“We can work with what we’ve got.” Mitch paused. “He should be the only one out there aside from you since you were working alone today. Right?”
Will had thought about the possibility of others. “Can’t be one-hundred-percent sure what we’re dealing with. It’s safer to assume there are more.” His family was his rock and always had been. The Kent people were a close bunch and especially after losing both parents in the last four years. “I appreciate you.”
“Goes without saying,” Mitch acknowledged.
This land and this family were Will’s life and had become the only two things he cared about since his ex had walked out. Even so, he’d been restless since returning from his tour. He figured it came with the territory. Leaving the military, where his life was literally on the line daily, and returning to a quiet civilian life had seemed like a good plan. Get back to nature. Get his bearings again. Be normal. But things had changed. He’d changed. He hadn’t quite gotten his footing yet.
“The minute she wakes I’ll find out what I can,” Will stated, still on a whisper so as not to draw unwanted attention.
“Zach will need anything we can give him to work with,” Mitch agreed. “Be careful out there until we can get you some backup.”
“Will do.”
“Love you, man,” Mitch said before he ended the call on a similar sentiment.
Fifteen minutes after the conversation with his brother, Will came upon the spot where he’d left Domino.
The horse was gone.
KELLY BLINKED HER eyes open. She felt woozy and disoriented as she pushed up on her elbows.
Fear seized her as she realized it was pitch black and she had no idea where she was or what she was doing there.
“You awake?” A familiar male voice sent a shiver of awareness through her.
She didn’t respond because warning bells also sounded.
He must’ve realized she was scared beyond belief because he added, “It’s Will Kent. I found you on my ranch about an hour ago.”
She searched her memory… Will Kent? The wealthy kid she remembered from grade school? What on earth would she be doing with him? An image of a large man wearing a tuxedo rippled panic through her.
“What are you wearing?” she said in a whisper. Her voice was raspy.
“What?” He sounded bewildered but she needed to know.
“Clothes. What do you have on?” she choked out.
There was a moment of silence before a sharp breath issued. “Well, let’s see. I have on jeans and a T-shirt.”
Tux was definitely not Will Kent. Relief was a flood to dry plains.
“Where am I?” she whispered.
“In a casita on my family’s land. I’d open a curtain or turn on a light but we can’t risk being discovered until help arrives.” His voice brought a sense of calm over her she knew better than to trust.
She strained to remember but it felt like someone had poured concrete inside her skull and it had hardened.
“Why am I here?” she finally asked, hating that she sounded scared.
“You tell me,” the strong masculine voice said. The deep timbre reverberated down her spine, sending sensual tingles behind it. Her reactions were totally inappropriate to the situation and she mentally chided herself for them.
“Mind if I come closer?” Will asked.
She felt around her body to see if she was wearing clothes and was relieved to find that she was. But then she couldn’t imagine a man like Will Kent taking advantage of her.
“Okay,” she said.
She was being cautious but that was silly because a voice inside her told her that she could trust this man. And then the memory of the tuxedo man flashed in her thoughts. Fear was a living, breathing entity growing inside her. The overbearing smell of piney aftershave hit her—Tux’s aftershave. It had burned her nose and threatened to overwhelm her again just thinking about it.
She gripped her stomach to stave off nausea.
The mattress dipped next to her but she felt his male presence as he walked across the room toward her.
She should be afraid. Instead, warmth blanketed her.
This wasn’t the time to remember the crush she’d had on Will Kent in grade school, or that being near him now brought certain feelings to life. As a grown woman she didn’t do childish fantasies and it felt silly that her cheeks flamed with him this close despite her internal admonishment.
Apparently, reason flew out the window as soon as a hot cowboy entered the picture. Will was more than a good-looking face with a body made for sin, though. He was intelligent but careful. He’d always been a little quiet and intense, which only made him more attractive in her eyes.
Will seemed the kind of man who stood by his principles and didn’t seem to see the need to move his lips unless there was purpose.
“Are you taking medication?” he asked.
“What?” She didn’t bother to hide her shock at his question.
“You seemed out of it when I found you—loopy. And at first, I thought you’d been drinking with it being your wedding day and—”
“Hold on right there. My what?”
Kelly’s reaction threw off Will. But then she seemed to be having a day if ever there was one. “You’re wearing a wedding dress. It seems to fit. I assumed you meant to put it on. So, I’m guessing it’s your wedding day.”
“I put that much together for myself but I have no idea what I’m doing in this getup,” she admitted. If she was lying she was damn good at it.
“You’re Will Kent,” she added.
“That’s right.”
“We were in grade school together,” she said.
“Right again.” His phone buzzed, indicating a text message. He cupped the screen to block light so as not to make it act as a beacon, and checked the message.
“The sheriff is outside.”
He texted back, letting his cousin know the two of them were in position and alone as far as he knew. Zach would take extra precaution so as not to bring the shooter to their doorstep. The last thing anyone wanted was a shootout. A text informing him that Domino had been found spooked but unharmed had come forty-five minutes ago and was a welcome relief. Thoughts of his horse being butchered like the heifer had anger brewing inside him.
He glanced up. His eyes had long ago adjusted to