Her Mistletoe Protector by Laura Scott Page B

sure she’d be able to say no if it came to the kidnappers giving her an ultimatum. Her greatest weakness was her son’s safety. If they threatened to hurt him, she knew she’d go along with whatever they asked of her.
    She turned to walk away, but suddenly Nick grabbed her hand to stop her. Glancing over her shoulder, she found him staring at her intently. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “Nothing. Just—be careful, okay?” he said gruffly. Then, before she could respond, he pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss.
    The kiss was over before she had a chance to register what had happened. But she longed to throw herself into his arms, absorbing some of his strength. This wasn’t the time or the place, though, so she said the first thing that came to mind. “Remember your promise,” she blurted. “No matter what happens, save my son.”
    He stared at her for a long moment. “I won’t forget my promise, Rachel. But my goal is to get both of you out of here safely.” He turned away and began digging a hole for himself in the hay.
    She turned and hurried back to the car. By the time she’d slid into the driver’s seat, she couldn’t hear him any longer. He must have gotten himself hidden very quickly.
    Her lips tingled and she wondered if Nick had kissed her on purpose to distract her. If so, his ruse had worked. For a couple of minutes her stomach hadn’t hurt, although now the pain was back with a vengeance. She took another deep breath and focused on the task at hand, anxious to be ready if the kidnappers showed up early.
    The driver’s seat was all wrong, so she scooted the seat up so that she could reach the pedals and adjusted the mirrors to accommodate her smaller frame. From the way Nick had parked the car, she couldn’t see much of the north side of the barn, which was back and to her left. Using the rearview mirror, she could just barely catch a portion of the stacked hay.
    Nick and Jonah were both armed and ready. She tried to find comfort in the fact that if she couldn’t see Jonah or Nick, then the kidnappers couldn’t see them, either.
    The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, and she resisted the urge to turn on the car to warm up. If she was cold, surely Jonah and Nick were even more so.
    Within five minutes of waiting, she spotted a black Jeep coming down the highway from the same direction they’d come. With a frown, she followed the Jeep’s progress. If this one belonged to the kidnappers, they were fifteen minutes early.
    Rachel clutched the steering wheel and strained her eyes in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her son. She thought there might be someone in the passenger seat, but the Jeep was too far away to be certain.
    At the last possible moment, the Jeep slowed and then turned onto the dirt road. She held her breath as the vehicle approached. The driver was the same big dark-haired man who’d snatched Joey out from the car crash. There was a smaller person in the passenger seat and when the Jeep came closer, she could tell the small person had a dark hood over his head. The Jeep pulled to a stop about thirty feet from her vehicle.
    Panic threatened to overwhelm her. What if the person in the front seat really wasn’t Joey? What if this was nothing more than a horrible trick? What if they planned to kill her and take the money, while keeping her son to sell him in the black market of human trafficking?
    Her pulse thundered in her ears as she pushed open the car door. She grabbed the duffel bag of money and dragged it over the console so that it was right next to her, as she stepped out of the car.
    “I want to see my son!” she said in a loud voice.
    The driver, who had to be Morales, reached over and yanked the hood off her son’s head. Joey squinted and ducked his head, shying away from the light. He reminded her of a prisoner who’d been locked in a cell for days, unable to bear normal daylight.
    Cold fury swamped her. It was all she could do not to rush over