Wanted
wait,
please!”
    “He can jump in
and swim to us. You know he’d want us to go!”
    Tierney was
near hysteria; but she knew he was right.
    “Start the
engine.”
    He hopped over
to the bridge, switched on the engine and steered them away from the dock.
Tierney stood crying as she stared at the hacienda. It could have been heaven
there, with Kiel . But now it would be just another number on a
long list of nightmares.
    “Oh, Kiel ,
I don’t care about the house! We can live anywhere! Please come to me. You’re
all that matters!”
    She hurried the
servants below, waited on the deck for any sign of Kiel . The
gunmen were heading towards the dock, their weapons raised.
    “They’re going
to start shooting, girl!” Travers said in a low, desperate voice. “Get into the
hull!”
    “Wait, what’s
that?” Tierney said. She could hear a faint but growing clatter from the house.
Lights began flashing, bullet sounds whizzing. The gunmen turned back to the
house, ducking and shooting.
    “He’s done it,
by God!” Travers laughed. “Look at those idiots squirm!”
    Tierney was
still trembling. Sure, the gunmen were distracted but only temporarily.
    “Where is Kiel ?”
she whimpered.
    “Here!”
    She was
answered by a running shadow that leaped into the inky ocean and splashed its
way to the boat. Tierney’s heart choked her throat as she tried to help him
onto the deck. He finally had to discard her shaky assistance, eased his big
frame up and surrounded her with cold, wet, wonderful arms.
    “You made it!”
she sobbed.
    “Damn right I
did! Get us out of here, Travers, before they realize we’re not there!”
    The boat
careened out into the black night, leaving Baja behind.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “They won’t
stop, you know,” Kiel warned as he and Tierney lounged in his
bunk, naked to the air and goose pimpled from the coolness of it. “I told them
their secrets would be released if I died. But I guess they think maybe they
can figure out my security system and keep the emails from being sent.”
    “Can they?”
    “It’s possible
… anything is possible. But it’s highly unlikely.”
    She rubbed the
soft hair on his chest, played with his hard nipple. “They think they’ve won
because everything is so under the radar. If you could be out in the open,
watched constantly … like I was on my TV show … well, they couldn’t hurt you,
could they?”
    “What are you
getting at?”
    “I think I’m
going home, Kiel . I’ll step out and show everyone I’m still
alive! Then I’ll restart my reality show … with my new fiancé, Kiel Fortune!”
    He sat up on
his elbow, examined her with wary eyes.
    “I can’t let
you do that, Tierney. Have you forgotten that somebody wants you dead?”
    “No, but I’m
going to be brave from now on. I want to be worthy of a man like you. And I
want to find out who’s been trying so hard to kill me!”
    “You don’t have
to put on a brave act for me. I love you. I’ll admit that. I felt it right off,
though I tried to ignore it, and smother it, and kill it. Be who you are,
Tierney. That’s good enough for any man. Or it should be. And what’s this about
your ‘new fiancé’? I don’t recall asking …”
    “I know. I
always assume these things. But if somebody has to actually do the deed …” she
got down on one knee, “will you marry me, Kiel ?”
    He laughed,
raised her nude body up and sat her on his chest. “Only if you keep me
satisfied. Think you can?”
    “Honey, just
watch me!” she giggled.
    ***
    Once back at
the marina in Pierpont Bay they made a hasty but
affectionate goodbye to Travers.
    “Call me if you
need an extra gun, Kiel . I’m ready and able.”
    “I know you
are, man! Thanks for all you’ve done.”
    He hugged him.
Then Tierney did the same.
    “Will you be
safe here?”
    “Sure. I’ve got
a sweet little cabin in the Malibu hills, bought it in the
Sixties before the prices went through the roof! I’ll hole up there until

Similar Books

My Sister's Song

Gail Carriger

Paradox

A. J. Paquette

Right Next Door

Debbie Macomber

Con Academy

Joe Schreiber

Southern Seduction

Brenda Jernigan

The Toff on Fire

John Creasey