Secret Intentions. Paula Graves

pulled out his phone and dialed his brother Rick’s cell number.

      Rick answered on the first ring. “Where are you?”

      Jesse caught his brother up on what had happened. “I’ve got Evie, but I’m not sure I should take her back to the church. Can you call Evie’s cell number? Someone will answer and you can tell them Evie’s safe.”

      “I’m not ruining Rita’s wedding!” Evie protested.

      Jesse slanted a quick look at her. “That can’t be a consideration, Evie. You know that.”

      “Am I your prisoner?” she shot back, her glare lethal even through swollen eyelids.

      “You think putting yourself and the rest of your family at greater risk is going to make her happier?” Jesse argued.

      “Take me back to the church, Jesse.”

      “Take her to the church,” Rick said. “We’ll meet you there.”

      Jesse pressed his lips into a thin line, every instinct telling him to stash Evie in the nearest safe house. But was he letting his affection for Rita’s kid sister get in the way of his good sense? He needed Baxter Marsh’s cooperation now more than ever. Spiriting his daughter away without even consulting him was hardly going to win him over.

      “Okay,” he said aloud, ignoring the twisting sensation in his gut. “We’ll go back to the church.”

      * * *

      “Y OU CAN ’ T POSTPONE the wedding.” Evie looked at her sister in dismay. “All that money going to waste? It’s ridiculous.”

      Rita’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Trust you to look at it from an accounting perspective.”

      “Rita, please. If you postpone it now, we let those creeps win.”

      “You can’t walk down the aisle when you can barely see, Evie.” Rita winced as she looked at Evie’s face. “And I know you were looking forward to being my maid of honor.”

      “I was looking forward to your getting married to a man who makes you happy,” Evie answered, even though her sister was right. She had been looking forward to being her sister’s maid of honor.

      Their relationship over the years hadn’t always been close, especially during the teenage years when Rita had resented her younger sister’s constant tagging along, and Evie had been jealous of Rita’s being first to do everything. But they’d forged a strong bond over the past few years, and being her sister’s chosen attendant had been a big deal to Evie.

      “Oh, Evie,” Rita murmured, her eyes filling with tears.

      “I want you to marry Andrew and be disgustingly happy for the rest of your life. That’s all that matters.”

      Rita’s gaze slanted to her left, where Jesse Cooper stood near the wall of the bride’s room, a silent sentinel. Evie wondered what her sister was thinking about her ex’s presence. She had tried to warn Jesse that coming into the bride’s room with her might not be the best idea, but he’d refused to let her out of his sight. Apparently he’d assigned himself to be her personal bodyguard, and he took the job very seriously.

      “I should thank him,” Rita said, reluctance thick in her voice.

      “It’s not necessary. He lives for this kind of thing.”

      Rita’s lips curled upward again. “I know.”

      Evie supposed she did. Jesse Cooper hadn’t changed much in the past ten years, despite his change of careers. The same strong sense of honor, duty and ethics he’d learned in the Marine Corps had traveled with him to his new job as head of Cooper Security.

      “I’m glad he came.” Rita kept her voice low so that it wouldn’t carry to where Jesse stood watch. Evie suspected it was a futile effort; knowing Jesse, he could probably read lips.

      “Why’s that?” she asked Rita.

      “Because it helped me be absolutely sure I’m over him.”

      “You didn’t know that before you said yes to Andrew?” Evie tried to arch an eyebrow, but the stinging pain of her swollen eyes wouldn’t allow it.

      “I thought I knew. I was pretty sure I knew.” Rita smiled. “But now I know for certain.”

      Evie darted a quick look at Jesse, wondering if he was over Rita, as well. Their courtship had been intense and passionate, their breakup equally explosive. Even now, Jesse couldn’t hide his reaction whenever Rita’s name came up in conversation.

      “Are you sure, Evie? About our going ahead with the wedding?”

      “Positive,” she answered. “And who knows? I have an hour to recover. If I’m feeling better, I can put a little extra makeup on to cover the redness and swelling. Besides, everyone will be looking at you anyway.”

      Rita took a deep breath before she spoke. “Okay, then. We’ll go ahead with the wedding. Try putting cold compresses on your eyes. I want you up there with me.” She gave Evie a quick, fierce hug.

      As Rita followed their mother back to the private chamber to finish her preparations for the wedding, Evie dropped wearily on the nearby bench, pressing her hands to her throbbing forehead. The stinging burn of the pepper spray had mostly subsided, and her vision had cleared up considerably, but those irritations had been replaced by the beginning of a brain-pounding headache. She hoped it would ease off soon because she was going to do everything she could to stand at the altar as her sister’s maid of honor, headache or not.

      “You okay?”

      She looked up at Jesse’s gravel-voiced query. “Yeah. Just working on a headache. All the stress, I guess.”

      Evie’s father crossed to her side, subtly positioning himself between her and Jesse. “Do you need ibuprofen?”

      “That would be great.”

      Her father pulled a small pillbox from his pocket and fished out a couple of pain relievers. He slanted a pointed look at Jesse. “There’s a water fountain in the hall with a paper-cup dispenser.”

      Jesse frowned, clearly not happy about leaving Evie alone, even with her father, but he’d been a Marine long enough to balk at disobeying an order from a general. He disappeared through the door.

      “We need to call the police,” her father said. “They should be looking for the truck.”

      “Jesse thinks the local police aren’t equipped to handle the men who kidnapped me.”

      “Jesse thinks.” Her father grimaced. “Jesse thinks a lot of things.”

      “He’s right about this. You know he is.”

      “He thinks the men who took you were SSU agents.” There was little skepticism in her father’s voice, despite his obvious dislike for Jesse. He knew as well as anyone just how ruthless the mercenaries who’d once worked for MacLear Security could be. One of his most trusted colleagues had already died at their hands, and another had spent nearly a month as a captive of the deadly soldiers of fortune, along with his wife and daughter.

      “I’m pretty sure Jesse’s right about that, too.”

      Her father touched her face, his fingers gentle. “You’re not keeping anything from me, are you? They didn’t hurt you more than you’ve said—”

      “No, they didn’t. But given time, they would have.”

      Her father met her gaze for a long, electric moment, then looked away.

      “You need to talk to Jesse about General Ross’s journal.”

      Her father’s mouth tightened but he didn’t answer.

      Evie gave a little growl of frustration. “I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn about this,