Expecting Trouble. Delores Fossen

her being followed. It was one thing to monitor calls and e-mails, but tailing a person required just cause and a lot of manpower. Since Jenna wasn’t a suspect in a crime, there shouldn’t have been sufficient cause for close surveillance.

      And that brought them right back to Holden Carr.

      “You’ve heard from Holden recently?” he asked. A lie detector of sorts since he knew from the director’s briefing that she’d been in contact with the man in the past twenty-four hours.

      “Oh, I’ve heard from him all right. Lucky me, huh? He’s called a bunch of times, and right after I got back from Monte de Leon, he visited my office in Houston. And get this—he says he’s always been in love with me, that he wants to be part of my life. Right. He’s in love with my estate and accounting firm, and what he really wants is to be part of my death so he can inherit it.” She paused. “Please tell me he’ll be arrested soon.”

      “Soon.” But Cal had no idea if that was even true.

      “Good. Because as long as he’s a free man, I’m not safe. That’s why I left Houston. I thought maybe if I came here, Holden wouldn’t be able to find me. That he’d stop harassing me. Then yesterday afternoon he called me again, on my new cell phone.” She moistened her lips. And looked away. “He threatened me.”

      That didn’t surprise Cal. Holden wouldn’t hesitate to resort to intimidation to get what he wanted. Still, that was a problem for the back burner. He had something more pressing.

      “Holden didn’t make an overt threat,” Jenna continued before Cal could speak. “He implied it. It scared me enough to decide that I need professional security. A bodyguard or something. But I don’t know anyone I can trust. I don’t know if the bodyguard I call might really be working for Holden.”

      Unfortunately, that was a real possibility. If Holden knew where she was, then he would also know how to get to her.

      She paused and blew out a long breath. “Okay, that’s enough about me and my problems. Why are you here?” She conjured a halfhearted smile. “Gosh, that’s a déjà vu kind of question, isn’t it? I remember asking you something similar when you were rescuing me in Monte de Leon. Is that why you’re here now—to rescue me?”

      “No.” But why the heck did he suddenly feel as if he wanted to do just that?

      From that still panicked look in her eyes, it wasn’t a good time to bring up his anger, but Cal wasn’t about to let her off the hook, either.

      “Why did you lie about who your baby’s father is?” he demanded.

      Jenna blinked, and then her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

      “Well, it wasn’t a lucky guess, that’s for sure. This morning my director called me into his office to demand an explanation as to why I slept with someone in my protective custody.”

      “Ohmygod.” Jenna leaned against the wall and pulled in several hard breaths. “I had no idea. How did your director even find out I’d had a baby?”

      Because she already had a lot to absorb, Cal skipped right over the Justice Department eavesdropping on her, and gave her a summary of what Director Kowalski had relayed to him. “You told Holden Carr that the baby was mine.”

      Jenna nodded, and with her breath now gusting hard and fast, she studied his expression. It was as icy as the Antarctic. “This could get you into trouble, couldn’t it?”

      “It’s already gotten me into trouble. Deep trouble. And it could get worse.”

      He would have added more, especially the part about Director Kowalski demanding DNA proof that Cal wasn’t the baby’s father. But he caught some movement from the corner of his eye. A thin-faced man in a dark blue two-door car. He drove slowly past them.

      “That’s the guy,” Jenna whispered, tugging on the sleeve of Cal’s leather jacket. “He’s the one who followed me to the grocery store.”

      The words had hardly left her mouth when the man gunned the engine and sped away. But not before Cal made eye contact with him.

      Oh, hell.

      Cal recognized him from the intel surveillance photos.

      He cursed, dropped the grocery bag and slipped his hand inside his jacket in case he had to draw his gun. “How long did you say he’s been following you?”

      Jenna shook her head and looked to be on the verge of panicking. “I think just today. Why? Do you know him? Is he a friend of yours?”

      There was way too much hope in her voice.

      “Not a friend,” Cal assured her. “But I know of him.” He left it at that. “Where’s your baby?”

      “In the apartment. My landlord’s daughter is watching her. Why?”

      Cal didn’t answer that. “Come on. We’ll finish this conversation there.”

      And once they had finished the discussion about the paternity of her child, he’d move on to some security measures he wanted her to take. Maybe the Justice Department could even provide her with protection or a safe house. He’d call Hollywood and Director Kowalski and put in a request.

      Cal tried to get her moving, but Jenna held her ground. “Tell me—who’s that man?”

      Okay, so that wasn’t panic in her eyes. It was determination. She wasn’t about to drop this. Not even for a couple of minutes until they could reach her apartment.

      “Anthony Salazar,” Cal let her know. “That’s his real name, anyway. He often uses an alias.”

      She stared at him. “He works for Holden Carr?”

      “He usually just works for the person who’ll pay him the most.” Cal hadn’t intended to pause, but he had to so he could clear his throat. “He’s a hired assassin, Jenna.”

       Chapter Three

      Jenna was glad the exterior wall of the café was there to support her, or her legs might have given way.

      First, there was Cal’s out-of-the-blue visit to deal with.

      Then the news that he knew about the lie she’d told.

      And now this.

      “An assassin?” she repeated.

      Somehow she managed to say aloud the two little words that had sent her world spinning out of control—again. She’d had a lot of that lately and was more than ready for it to stop.

      Cal cursed under his breath. He picked up the grocery bag he’d dropped and then slipped his arm around her waist.

      Jenna thought of her baby. Of Sophie. She couldn’t let that assassin get anywhere near her daughter.

      She started to break into a run, but Cal maneuvered her off the sidewalk and behind the café. They walked quickly into the alley that ran the entire length of Main Street. So they’d be out of sight.

      “You didn’t know that guy was here?” she asked as they hurried.

      “No.”

      That meant Cal had come to confront her about naming him as Sophie’s father. That alone was a powerful reason for a visit. She owed him an explanation.

      And a Texas-size apology.

      But for now, all Jenna wanted to do was get inside her apartment and make sure that hired gun, Anthony Salazar, was nowhere near her baby. And to think he might have been following her on her entire walk to the grocery store. Or even longer. He could have taken out a gun and fired at any time, and there wouldn’t have been a thing she could do to stop it.

      He could have hurt Sophie.

      Maybe