"Hey, baby, just bring him into bed." Lan stood in the doorway yawning.
She glanced at the rocker. "I can nurse him in here and then the three of you can get some sleep."
Coop strode up, looking over Lan's shoulder. His face lit up when he saw Mat. "We don't sleep when you're not around. Come on. Bring Matty to bed. You know he'll be up for an hour. Besides, it's close to dawn and we have to prepare for the trip to New York. The plane leaves in four hours. We can sleep on the plane."
She heard Dane's laugh as he joined them. "Sleep on the plane? With two babies? You are an eternal optimist, man. Besides, I just turned on the news and you're never going to believe what I saw."
She still wasn't in love with reporters, but she followed her men into their bedroom to hear the latest. The nursery was a new addition to their wing in the palace. It made nursing her very hungry little guy so much easier. She settled on to the bed and saw that Dane had paused one of the morning shows. She'd barely uncapped her nursing bra before Mat had latched on and was enthusiastically sucking. He was a world champion nurser. She smiled down at his tuft of dark hair. He was the most beautiful thing in the world. "Are they covering the speech at the UN?"
She was due to talk about human trafficking in front of the United Nations Council as a part of her organization's push to raise awareness. All during her pregnancy she'd worked hard. She'd grown the charity with her new friends and she'd seen a counselor who helped her break through the chains she'd been in since that terrible day. And she'd basked in the love of her husbands.
Sometimes bad things happened to the right people. Dane had told her that. Sometimes terrible things happened, but when the right person pushed through and found the other side, she could be a hand to lead others. She could be a voice for those who had none.
"They won't cover your speech until Wednesday, baby. I have a whole lineup of interviews for you. Don't give me that look. You have to do them." Dane had taken over a position with the charity, organizing and planning her appearances. He was a whiz at getting her the best spots. "No, this is about our old friends at Anthony Anders Investigations."
He clicked the remote and the broadcast began.
Dominic Anthony and the Anders brothers, Lawson and Riley. She hadn't talked to them in a couple of months. They had sent Mat a lovely baby gift, but from what she understood, they were involved in a big case.
A picture of a beautiful blonde in a designer wedding gown filled the screen.
"Heiress Kinley Kohl was kidnapped yesterday afternoon from her hotel room in New York City. She was preparing for her five o'clock wedding to the controversial tycoon Greg Jansen. FBI sources have been quietly investigating Jansen for possible criminal activity, but no charges have been filed. At first Miss Kohl was considered a runaway bride, but security camera footage shows the bride in a laundry bin, being hauled out of the hotel by two men dressed as employees."
The grainy security footage flashed on. It was of two men rolling a large laundry cart down a hallway. The top of the cart opened and a woman's head popped out, complete with a veil. She shook a fist and tried to climb out, but one of the men stuffed a rag over her face, and she relaxed in his arms. He was deeply tender as he placed her back in the bin, smoothing the veil down so it didn't cover her face. The men seemed to argue for a moment, and then the camera caught a face.
"Holy shit, that's Law," Cooper said, staring at the TV.
"It could be Riley. They look so alike." Lan looked closer. "Nah, you're right. Only Law can look that mean. Damn. I figured they were serious about finding a woman to share, but I didn't think they would kidnap one."
The report went on, naming the Anders brothers and their boss, Dominic Anthony, as the men responsible for the heiress's abduction.
"Something's up with them. Damn, but I would like to know what," Dane said with a wolfish grin. "I'll have to see if I can get in touch when we get to the States. Well, if they haven't already been arrested, that is."
"Maybe we can offer them asylum in Bezakistan," Cooper offered.
Alea frowned. "They just kidnapped a woman."
But she didn't buy it. She'd gotten to know those men. They were rough but very gentle around women. Dominic had offered his services to her organization, and all three had put in hours of work to shut down trafficking and bring girls home to their families. If they'd taken Kinley Kohl, it was for a good reason.