Kidnapped At Christmas

There’d been threats before and they were idle. She was always quick to point out to the abusers that if anything happened to her they would be the first stop for the sheriff.

A little voice in the back of her head said that this time no one was threatening. Someone had taken action and they’d done it while the baby was with Stephanie, which would make it harder to tie the crime back to revenge against Meg.

If Meg didn’t know any better, she’d get excited about the possibility of forensic evidence nailing the kidnapper. She knew enough to realize that, unlike crime shows on TV, forensics wasn’t the be-all and end-all answer for most crimes. Furthermore, it took time to process a crime scene. She could only pray that this whole episode was random and that the attacker would be caught before he could make an attempt on another innocent child.

Meg wanted, no, needed to take her baby home. She stood. She knew the drill, so she preempted the sheriff. “If I can think of anything else, I’ll call.”

Wyatt caught her arm as she walked toward the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home. Let’s go,” she said with a finality that he should know better than to argue against.

One glance at him said he fully understood. He released his grip, and she didn’t stop walking until they made it into the lobby. Facing the sea of journalists out there looking for a story wasn’t exactly her idea of reducing stress.

“Maybe we could huddle together and shield the baby,” she said to Stephanie.

“Hold on a minute,” Wyatt argued. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Walking out the front door,” she said slowly, like she was talking to a two-year-old.

“I can see that. The question is why?” Something about Wyatt made her want to stick around and tell him what was going on. Was it a look? His body language? The sympathy she believed she saw in his eyes?

“Because I can tell when I’ve lost a battle,” she said with a little more heat than she’d intended. “There’s nothing else we can do or say in there.”

He stood for a long moment in what seemed like a dare. The first one to move lost.

Wyatt took in a sharp breath, a concession breath. “Fine. Let me take you and the baby out the back way to avoid media attention.”

Meg held her ground. Her heart thundered against her rib cage as Wyatt disappeared into the sheriff’s office. He returned a few seconds later as a deputy motioned for her to follow him toward the opposite hall.

“I’ll grab the truck, circle the block and pick you up.” Wyatt was a study in determination. His outer appearance was calm, too calm. There was a raging storm swirling beneath the surface and Meg didn’t have the energy to withstand the gale-force winds. Not tonight.

Emotions torpedoed through her so fast that she didn’t have time to process them. Aubrey was stirring and she didn’t want her little girl to pick up the tension in her mother when Wyatt spoke.

Before she could agree or argue, he disappeared. He was probably trying to help, but she didn’t need someone walking into her life and taking over. She could think for herself and he needed to see that she’d been fine on her own and especially if the two of them could end up in a courtroom someday.

They could talk in the morning when she had a better perspective and time to gather her thoughts. Meg never fared well when she was caught off guard. She needed to mull things over because all her best decisions came out of respecting her need for time to process information.

As Wyatt walked away she turned to the deputy. “Can you take us home?”

He hesitated and then nodded before leading them out the back and to his SUV. Meg buckled up and held on to Aubrey.

Stephanie flashed eyes at Meg and asked under her breath, “What are you doing?”

“Taking my daughter home,” she said plainly.

“What about him?” Stephanie motioned toward the truck that was now behind them.

“Aubrey comes first. She needs to eat, and both he and I need a minute to cool down. There’s been a lot thrown at both of us today and we need time to process everything before we make an attempt to figure this out,” she said.

“Does that mean he’s planning to stick around?” Stephanie’s brow went up.

“I have no idea what his plans are. He accused me of trying to use Aubrey to get at the Butler fortune.” The accusation still stung and she hadn’t had time to process the fact that he was a Butler.

“What does he have to do with the Butlers?” Stephanie didn’t hesitate.

“Turns out he’s one of them but he didn’t seem happy about it,” Meg said. A self-made man like Wyatt wouldn’t care about the money. The family had been through a lot of trauma since Mr. Butler’s murder. The eldest Butler, a female, had been attacked. Another person, Madelyn Kensington, had been summoned to town by the family lawyer in order to be told Mike Butler was her father. A jealous ex had followed Madelyn and nearly killed her. And one of the Butler twins, Dade, had gotten involved with a local woman who barely survived a stalker.

“That family has certainly had their troubles. But he couldn’t have meant what he said to you,” Stephanie said.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Did you see the way he looks at you?”

Her friend was hallucinating if she thought Wyatt had any feelings left for Meg. He’d been clear about enjoying his single life before. Heck, the times she’d slept over at his place she realized he didn’t even have two coffee mugs. What person didn’t have two coffee mugs? One could be dirty. Meg didn’t have the energy to analyze it again. The message had been clear. Wyatt preferred the number one.

The realization had been a good wake-up call for Meg because she’d been starting down a slippery slope of developing actual feelings for the cowboy-turned-restaurant-mogul. What a disaster that would’ve been.

“I wish someone looked at me like that,” Stephanie said under her breath.

Yeah? Wyatt’s steel eyes had been serious, intense. Stephanie was probably misreading the situation.

Aubrey yawned before starting to fuss. Meg repositioned her daughter and spoke in a soothing tone.

The deputy pulled onto the parking pad and Meg thanked him for the ride.

Aubrey fussed and fidgeted as Meg climbed out of the back seat. “Will you deal with him? I need to take care of her. She’s hungry and I’m exhausted.”

“I’ll take care of the cowboy,” Stephanie said, and Meg’s heart squeezed. Would Wyatt be attracted to Stephanie? She was beautiful. Was Meg seriously jealous of her best—Meg couldn’t bring herself to say only, but it was true—friend? “Besides, we need to get the cars home. We left them at work, remember?”

“Yes. Right. Thanks.” Seeing Wyatt again was throwing Meg for a loop. She buried those unproductive thoughts and darted inside the house before Wyatt could catch up to her.

Inside, she made a beeline for the kitchen to prepare a bottle, which was difficult while trying to soothe a crying baby. Meg had more experience than she cared to think about, and a rogue thought had her wishing for a partner to help. Not just a partner, her mind protested—the child’s father. Wow, her thoughts were careening out of control.

Aubrey belted out a cry that made Meg’s heart fist.

“You’re okay,” she soothed, gently bouncing up and down while finagling the formula and the bottle. She couldn’t breastfeed and feared that was one hit in what would be a long line of disappointments for her daughter.

Meg also noted that in seeing the cowboy, as Stephanie had called him, again that she longed for ridiculous things like a family and a home. What would she want next? A minivan? A dog?

Where would that leave all the families who depended on her? And where would that leave her heart when the fairy tale didn’t come true?

If her own mother could walk out on her and not look back, why would anyone else stick around?

* * *

“I HAVE A right to see Meg and her baby,” Wyatt insisted. He already realized convincing Meg’s friend to let him inside the house was a losing battle and he should walk away, give the situation some breathing room. He could admit to being part bull when he decided to dig his heels in. His were firmly ground this time.

“I’m really sorry. She needs time,” Stephanie said.