Crazy for Her(82)

He grunted and turned the page of his magazine. All right, she could take a hint. It aggravated her that he was acting like this, but then, who could blame him? Men didn’t handle rejection well, something she’d learned from her first boyfriend.

“Regan Prescott,” Dr. Gordon’s assistant called.

Dani stood. “Do you want to come with us?”

“I’ll wait for you here,” he said, flipping a page, his eyes never leaving the magazine.

“Suit yourself.” If he really were that engrossed in Parenting, she would do three somersaults across the waiting room.

She followed Amanda down the hall. “How’s that puppy doing?” Dani asked. “What’s his name again?”

The girl grinned. “Trouble, and he’s all that and more.”

Amanda showed Dani into the room, weighed Regan, and then left, saying, “Dr. Gordon will be right in.”

Cradling her daughter in her arm, Dani turned to the aquarium and pointed to a fish. “Can you say ‘fish’?”

“Ish,” Regan said.

The hand that covered her mouth in a crushing hold was unyielding. “Don’t try to scream, Danielle, unless you don’t care who gets hurt.”

She knew that voice, the one that was and wasn’t Evan’s. “Eli?” she said, pushing the name through his fingers.

His arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her against him. “I knew it,” he breathed into her ear. “You’ve been waiting for me.”

Regan’s lips trembled, and her little arms wrapped around Dani’s neck as she buried herself into Dani. “Mama, wont Gan.” Dani had the absurd thought her daughter had somehow learned how to sense danger and knew who could save her.

“Please,” Dani begged, “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt her.”

The body pressed against her back turned hard, anger radiating from him. “We would never hurt you or our child, Danielle. I am he and he is me. You belong to us.”

Oh God, he really was crazy.



 Logan glanced at his watch. He should have gone in with them, but it was killing him to be anywhere near Dani. The entire night, he’d tossed and turned, unable to come to a decision. He could have her, maybe, or he could keep everything he’d worked his ass off to build.

It was the maybe that stopped him from signing K2 over to Maria. If he could be certain it was a sure thing, he wouldn’t think twice. Dani was worth any sacrifice. But if he gave it all up and then lost her, he would have nothing. Would be nothing. Again.

The sound of Regan’s crying reached his ears. Had the doctor given her a shot? He tilted his head and listened for her to stop. Then he heard it.

“Gan, wont Gan!”

Something was wrong. His heart in his throat, he threw the magazine aside and pulled his gun out of his boot. He ran down the hall, pushing past the doctor and receptionist blocking the door to one of the rooms. His blood turned cold, his heart turning to ice when he took in the scene facing him. He raced to the back door, almost tearing it off its hinges as he burst through it, searching the parking lot. Nothing. No car racing away, no Dani.

“Gan!” Regan cried out, and reached for him when he returned to the room.

She was sprawled over a young girl’s chest. The doctor glanced up from cutting the plastic ties from the girl’s wrists and legs. “What’s going on here?”

Ignoring the question, Logan gathered Evan’s baby into his arms and pulled the doctor’s assistant up. “Tell me exactly what happened,” he said, willing her to stay calm enough to talk.

She took a deep breath and then another. “I forgot to bring her file in,” she said with a glance at Regan. “When I came back, there was a man in here and he pointed a gun at me.” Her eyes veered wildly around the room as if to be certain the stranger was gone.

“After he tied me up, he dragged Mrs. Prescott past me. At the last minute, before he pulled her out the door, she tossed Regan onto me. He got really angry when she did that and turned like he was going to grab the baby, but Regan cried out and he pushed Mrs. Prescott out the door.”

She shuddered as she gave Logan a beseeching look. “That’s everything. Please, you have to find her.”

“What did he look like?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Tall, shaved head . . . I’m sorry, I was so scared, I can’t remember anymore.”

Logan tried to find his breath. This was his fault. It had been his fucking pride that kept him from Dani’s side. He willed the Iceman to return. He’d never needed the coldhearted bastard more.

Grabbing his cell out of his pocket, fumbling it as his shaking fingers dialed, he barked orders at Buchanan. His next call was to Jared and Scott. Jared answered and Logan told him to go to Dani’s house, where he would meet him immediately, hanging up before any questions could be asked.