The Bounty Hunter's Baby Surprise. Lisa Childs

that she expected him to take any responsibility for their baby. He hadn’t taken any responsibility when he’d used her to apprehend her dad and oldest brother.

      He hadn’t cared then that he’d broken her heart. He’d only cared about collecting his bounty for apprehending the fugitives.

      How high was the price on her head now?

      Maybe those other men weren’t Tom Kuipers’s minions. Maybe they were bounty hunters like Jake, and like Jake, they were ruthless enough to use whatever means necessary to apprehend her.

      At least he’d only taken her heart. The way these guys had fired into the cottage and then tried to run them off the road, they seemed determined to take her life.

      “Over here!” someone shouted.

      “You’ve got the woman?” another called out.

      And she tensed, worried that her hiding place had been discovered.

      “I don’t see her,” the first voice replied, “but I saw the man run that way. She’s probably with him.”

      She heard the snap and crack of twigs and branches as the men chased after Jake. He’d led them away from her. And away from where the vehicles had been left.

      He’d told her to stay put and wait for his return. But there were a lot of men after him. There was no guarantee that he would return.

      Pain clenched her heart at the thought of him getting hurt. Or worse...

      How could she still care so much after the way he’d treated her? After the way he’d acted since seeing her again? He seemed angry with her, like he was somehow the victim when she was the one he’d used.

      And the one that Tom Kuipers had framed.

      But Jake hadn’t given her a chance to explain that she wasn’t guilty of those charges—not that they’d had a chance to talk yet. Maybe she shouldn’t have thrown open the passenger’s door and ran. But her instincts had been screaming at her to escape, not just the men but Jake, as well.

      Maybe Jake more than the men. She hadn’t wanted him to see that she was pregnant. She hadn’t wanted him to know that he was going to be a father. She hadn’t believed that a man as heartless as he had proven to be could be a loving father to a child.

      Her baby kicked again, and she knew why she cared about Jake despite how much he’d hurt her. Because even though she had every reason to hate him, she loved the baby Jake had given her. She hadn’t planned for him or her. But Lillian was very happy that she was pregnant.

      And she wanted her baby to be safe and secure. Lillian needed to get her and her unborn child the hell out of there. Holding her breath, she listened and waited until the rustling of brush faded far into the distance.

      Then she crawled from beneath those low-lying pine boughs and pushed herself up from the ground to her feet again. She moved more quietly now, following the path beaten down through the brush back to where the truck was parked. She’d thought she had been running for so long, but she hadn’t gone that great a distance from the vehicle. It was as if she’d been running in quicksand.

      She moved faster now as she approached the truck. Running around the front, she reached for the driver’s door. But before she opened it, she remembered the dome light flashing on and alerting the men in the van to where they had stopped. She shouldn’t have done that.

      But she had been almost as anxious to escape Jake as she was those men, maybe even more so now. She peered through the driver’s window and saw no keys dangling from the ignition. Her hands were shaking too badly right now for her to try to hot-wire the truck, if she could even remember how Dave had showed her to do it.

      She glanced toward the road. The white van was visible through the trees, parked on the shoulder where the two-track road began.

      Had the men blocked their escape?

      She probably wouldn’t be able to drive around that van even if she was able to start the truck before the men returned. Were they all chasing Jake through the woods? Was the van sitting empty?

      Realizing it might be her best option to escape, she crouched low and used the brush for cover as she moved toward the road and the van. The front window, which had shattered like a spiderweb, lay crumpled on the hood, as if someone had shoved it out so they could see through it. But she saw no one sitting behind the steering wheel. Since the van was on the road and clear of the trees, the moon shone inside it, illuminating the front.

      Lillian could see no one inside. They must all be chasing after Jake. She felt a twinge in her heart again—a twinge of fear for him. She wanted him to be safe, too.

      But Jake could take care of himself. He wouldn’t have survived his years as a US marshal and as a badass bounty hunter if he weren’t tough. Lillian didn’t need to worry about him.

      She needed to worry about their baby. It was her responsibility to take care of him or her. She smoothed her palm over her belly where the baby kicked again. He or she must have been feeling all the fear and anxiety that coursed through Lillian.

      She had to get the hell out of there—away from those men and Jake. So she moved around the front of the van and reached for the driver’s door. As she opened it, that damn dome light flashed on, so she jumped quickly inside and swung the door closed behind her and extinguished the light.

      The glow of the moon was illumination enough to see the keys that dangled from the ignition. She didn’t even have to try to hot-wire it. But as she reached for the keys to turn them and start the van, she heard something...

      A cock of a gun, and she felt the barrel press against her temple. This wasn’t Jake. There was no way he could have circled back around without her knowing it. And even if he had, she doubted he would have pressed a gun to her head.

      He couldn’t be that angry with her. Nor could he ever be that ruthless, especially after he’d discovered she was pregnant. No. This had to be one of the gunmen. They weren’t all chasing after Jake. One of them had her.

      * * *

      “This damn well better be good news,” Tom growled into the phone as he picked it up. It was late now—so late that all the who’s who of River City were gone, the party long over and he had already fallen asleep until the ringing cell had awakened him.

      Fortunately, the ringing had not woken up his wife. She lay on her back, snoring away. He would have killed that bitch if he’d thought he could get away with it. But he knew he’d be blamed if anything happened to her.

      So he’d found another way to get rid of her. Take all of her and her rich daddy’s money.

      A smile curved his lips as he thought of his escape. Everything was in place. Well, almost in place.

      He slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After closing the door between it and the master bedroom, he asked, “Did you kill her?”

      “Not yet...”

      “Not yet!” Rage coursed through him, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. Hell, he would probably be awake the rest of the night now. “It shouldn’t be this damn hard to catch that stupid little girl!”

      But she’d already been missing for months.

      He should have tried harder to find her then. But he’d been certain that she’d show up for court, and she’d be convicted and sentenced to jail. He didn’t really believe that flash drive existed.

      Despite the flicker of doubt he felt now and then.

      “I’ve...got...her.” The man finally spoke again, but he sounded winded, like it was a struggle for him to talk at all.

      Tom didn’t know which one it was. He didn’t think he’d talked directly to this guy before. But usually his men didn’t talk, they just listened.

      And followed orders.

      “Then why isn’t she