Hero For Hire. Jill Shalvis

trouble, I can feel it. It’s the only reason she’d abandon her baby.” He drew a deep breath. “She has to be found, she needs help.”

      “I’ll find her.” Rick could still see the parking lot of All That Glitters. Two armed guards escorted Nina to her car, where she looked around, craning her neck left and right.

      Looking for him, Rick knew as she got in and started the car. “I’ll get back to you,” he said to Mitch, and clicked off, shoving the phone in his pocket. When she’d pulled away and could no longer hear him, he roared his bike to life.

      Nina would lead him to Terry, he was certain of it, so certain he hurried to catch up, following Ms. Monteverde home.

      Anything to keep his mind off the sound of Mitch’s voice. That gruff, terrorized worry brought Rick far too close to the time when he could feel such things, too. To a time when he could still be disappointed by the people and circumstances in his life.

      When he could still get hurt.

      He’d done some hurting of his own, which would haunt him to his dying day.

      He hadn’t always been a bounty hunter. Once upon a time he’d grown up under the eye of his sweet, lovely mother, a woman who’d been deserted by his father while in labor with Rick. Poorer than dirt and alone in the world together, they’d done fine. Better than fine, actually. His mother had seen to it.

      She’d gotten him through childhood before dying of breast cancer, but by then he had the basics down, her morals and love of life.

      Everything was an adventure back then, wildly dangerous, and right up Rick’s alley. He’d been untouchable in those days, and had thrived on it.

      Until he’d met Mary Jo Anderson, the second sweet, lovely woman in his life, a witness he was charged to protect until she could testify in a murder case. With her help, they could bring down a very wanted man. If all went well, it was a case that would make everyone’s career.

      Rick was in his element. Until he looked into Mary Jo’s wide, innocent eyes, that is.

      Up to that point, he’d managed to go his entire life without sharing his heart. He’d shared his body plenty, but never anything else, so no one could have been more surprised when he fell for Mary Jo. It had softened him, and made him stupid. Careless.

      But nothing could happen to her, not with Rick looking out for her, right? Oh yeah, he’d been a cocky son of a bitch.

      And Mary Jo had been killed.

      His fault. He hadn’t been able to stop her murder, or protect her, though he’d sworn to both his country and Mary Jo to do exactly that.

      Things had gone straight to hell in a handbasket after that. Destroyed, Rick had walked away from all he’d ever known, and spent months aimlessly wandering the globe, looking for trouble and often finding it. He’d finally ended up in Rio. Something about the sinful, wild, pagan city appealed to his troubled soul, and he’d been here ever since.

      It had been four years, and thankfully he’d managed to bury those memories for good. Only in the occasional dream was he forced to relive them, and he’d awaken drenched in sweat and tears and remind himself that having no emotions and no heart was the only way to live.

      It worked for him, allowed him to be the best bounty hunter there was, because without feelings, no one could touch him. He liked that.

      Nina led him out of the ritzy business district and into the ritzy residential district, but as Rick stayed back far enough to remain anonymous, he realized something.

      They weren’t alone.

      A low-profile sedan followed him following Nina, keeping well back, but definitely on their tail.

      Normally, his adrenaline would have kicked in, and so would the thrill of the chase and the highly anticipated victory.

      His adrenaline did kick in, but oddly enough not the thrill. He didn’t like the thought of someone else after Nina. It was the damn memories haunting him now, he knew. But he’d gone soft once, and as a result, had lost the dearest thing to him.

      That could never happen again since he no longer had a heart, but as he drove through the starlit Rio night, Rick hit the gas pedal with an uneasy urgency.

      * * *

      THE FIRST THING Nina did inside her condo was lock and double lock her door. She had goose bumps up and down her limbs, and though she could have called any one of her father’s men over to check on her, she felt silly.

      The tough, brooding American was long gone, and she was safe.

      As always, she raced to check her mail, hoping, praying... Flipping hurriedly through the bills and advertisements, she held her breath.

      But no little letter from Baba, her old nanny, as arranged and promised through Terry. No news of her sister at all.

      Nina sank to the couch, for once blind to the incredible view of the deep-blue bay spread out before her from floor-to-ceiling windows. She felt sick, and so tense she could have shattered.

      Terry, whereever she was, had been sending twice monthly letters through Baba. Those letters said precious little, but they’d been all Nina had, and she’d treasured each one, hoarding it close to her heart for several hours before forcing herself to burn it.

      She hadn’t received one in over a month, and every day Nina grew more frantic.

      Now there was an American asking around and he had a picture of Terry with a man she’d never seen.

      It all combined to tell Nina the truth. Her sister was in trouble, even deeper trouble than being framed for embezzlement and smuggling gems.

      Grabbing the phone, praying Rio’s notoriously bad phone service was in order, Nina dialed Baba. She woke the poor woman up, and quickly asked the same question she’d been asking her almost nightly now for weeks.

      “Any word?”

       “Nada, minha amada.”

       Nothing, my sweetheart.

      Baba didn’t say more, but she didn’t have to—it was all there in her voice, the fear, the worry. Nina hung up and tried to calm herself, but the feeling of dread continued to intensify. Something had happened, something had gone wrong.

      What was she going to do?

      The American kept popping into her head. How had he gotten that picture? And what did he want with Terry?

      Would he just go away?

      She wanted to think so, but despite appearances, she wasn’t that naive. The man had been too focused, too intense for him to simply vanish without getting what he wanted.

      And too extraordinary.

      That she’d even noticed during those few moments of terror really disturbed her, but there was no denying there’d been something in his gaze, something deep and nearly hidden that had startled her.

      Pain.

      The realization rocked her, then made her laugh. The man had terrified her. Yet she’d bothered to notice his hidden pain.

      She needed help, serious help.

      A sound from the kitchen distracted her, and she went still for one second, before grabbing a fire poker from the fireplace she never used.

      The only sound now was her own ragged breathing as she tiptoed to the double swinging doors and peeked in.

      Nothing.

      She’d spooked herself, and just as she let the air out of her lungs, the phone rang, causing her to nearly leap out of her skin. With a hand to her chest, she shook her head at herself and picked up the receiver.

      “Nina, the financials are due in the morning.”

      The gruff, no-nonsense, no greeting was typical of John Henry. He was second in command