“Meg, I don’t want to leave you and Travis here alone tonight.”
She’d been longing to hear those words all night, but not under the present circumstances. Not under any circumstances where Ian would feel obligated to stay.
“I think we’re good, Ian. We’re not even sure there was ever anyone lurking around outside.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed to cold slits. “Why are you pushing me away, Meg? I’m not interested in sharing your bed. It’s not just about you anymore. I have a son in there, and I’m here to protect him.”
His words lashed her face and she dropped her head, allowing her hair to create a veil around her hot cheeks. He wanted his son but not her. “Okay, you can stay.”
She jerked away from his gentle touch and pushed up from the couch. “I’ll get you a blanket and pillow.”
When she returned, Ian stepped over the coffee table with one long stride and enveloped her in a warm embrace. When he stroked the back of her hair, she melted against him…just a little.
“I should never have used your tour group. I never meant to drag you into my operation.”
“Maybe it was fate. You discovered your son.” And rediscovered he had a wife who could never admit how much she had missed him.
CAROL ERICSON
MOUNTAIN RANGER RECON
To Angi, my sprinting partner in crime
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carol Ericson lives with her husband and two sons in Southern California, home of state-of-the-art cosmetic surgery, wild freeway chases, palm trees bending in the Santa Ana winds and a million amazing stories. These stories, along with hordes of virile men and feisty women, clamor for release from Carol’s head. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their destinies and her readers’ fantasies. To find out more about Carol, her books and her strange headaches, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, “where romance flirts with danger.”
Books by Carol Ericson
HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE
1034—THE STRANGER AND I
1079—A DOCTOR-NURSE ENCOUNTER
1117—CIRCUMSTANTIAL MEMORIES
1184—THE SHERIFF OF SILVERHILL
1231—THE MCCLINTOCK PROPOSAL
1250—A SILVERHILL CHRISTMAS
1267—NAVY SEAL SECURITY#
1273—MOUNTAIN RANGER RECON#
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Meg O’Reilly Dempsey—Meg enjoys her job leading mountain hikes for tourists, but when her estranged husband shows up on one of her tours bringing espionage and secrets, she realizes it’s time to tell him the biggest secret of all.
Ian Dempsey—A former member of the covert ops team Prospero, Ian has tracked down the next piece of the puzzle to find missing Prospero member Jack Coburn. Just his luck, the clue brings Ian face-to-face with his wife, and the distraction just might get them both killed.
Hans Birnbacher—A German tourist on Meg’s hike, Hans asks too many questions to be an innocent bystander.
Sheriff Pete Cahill—The sheriff has a thing for Meg and isn’t too pleased to see her husband show up. Will his anger jeopardize Ian’s investigation?
Matt Hudson—Meg’s boss isn’t much of a businessman, but would he make a deal with terrorists to save his company?
Travis Dempsey—Meg’s son meets his father for the first time and Ian has to face his fears about fatherhood, which are put to the ultimate test.
Kayla Shepherd—A CIA operative who risks her life to find Jack Coburn.
Farouk—Prospero’s former nemesis has expanded his business model and taken his terror worldwide, and this time it’s personal.
Colonel Scripps—Prospero’s coordinator, the colonel knows he can summon all the former team members with one call. He just hopes it’s not too late to save Prospero’s leader, Jack Coburn.
Jack Coburn—The former leader of Prospero and current hostage negotiator has run into a little trouble. Can he depend on his brothers in arms to save him, or is he going to have to save himself?
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Prologue
He crouched beside the edge of the outcropping that had saved his life and peered at the trail snaking below him toward the small village at the base of the mountain. He narrowed his eyes and assessed the terrain—rugged but doable. He had to get to that town if it killed him. And it just might.
He flattened his belly against the rough slab of rock, scooted toward the edge and swung his legs over the side, sliding the rest of his body into oblivion. He hung onto the ledge with calloused hands, his legs swinging freely beneath him, the sharp pain in his ribs almost cutting off his breath. He fumbled against the side of the cliff with the toe of his boot until it met the foothold he’d scoped out minutes before.
Bracing all of his weight on the meager indentation in the side of the mountain, he released his grip on the edge of the outcropping and did a freefall before clutching at some scrubby bushes for support.
Okay, off his stone savior and pinned to the side of a hostile cliff.
The rough-and-tumble trail below him beckoned, and he extended his long frame, searching for the next foothold. He could do this. Somehow he knew he’d done it before—maybe not this particular cliff, maybe not this particular trail—but his hands and feet moved with a natural rhythm down the face of the mountain.
His head throbbed and he could feel his scalp prickle as the knot on the back of his skull grew bigger and harder. As if to remind him he had other injuries to worry about, a trickle of blood crawled down his cheek and he flicked it away with his tongue—blood, sweat and dirt creating a nauseating taste in his mouth.
He glanced over his shoulder, tempted to release his hold and drop to solid earth, but his aching body couldn’t absorb another fall. He continued his scrappy descent, blocking out the protesting screams and wails from the various cuts, scrapes and bruises dotting him from head to toe.
Two feet above terra firma, he dropped to the ground, his heavy boots cushioning the impact. As he hit the dirt and gravel feetfirst, he crouched down and folded his body forward, almost touching his forehead to the ground.
The rising sun warmed his back, and he rolled his shoulders to spread its heat through his stiff torso. He jerked his head up at the tinkling sound of a bell and gazed at the village hugging the bottom of the mountain.
Licking his lips, he pushed to his feet. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly against the pain that shot through his skull. Then he put one foot in front of the other as he trod down the trail toward civilization. He hoped to God someone down there could tell him how the hell he’d awakened on an outcropping in the middle of a mountain range.
Oh, and it would be a big plus if someone could tell him his name.
Chapter One
Meg O’Reilly’s heart slammed against the wall of her chest. And it had nothing to do with the altitude.
A tall, athletic man hopped off the Rocky Mountain Adventures van and Meg gulped, feeling like one of those cartoon characters with the googly eyes. The drop-dead gorgeous tourist with the short brown hair and drool-worthy body ignored her—and her googly eyes—while he helped a blonde adjust a backpack.
But she hadn’t missed the dark brows shooting up to his hairline when he’d caught si
ght of her. Meg clung on to the strap of her own backpack, hitched over one shoulder, and scanned the group for a hidden camera or some reality TV host jumping from behind a tree and screaming, “You’ve been punked!”
Gabe, the driver of the van, hopped from the last step and swept his arm in Meg’s direction. “This is Meg O’Reilly, your hiking guide. If you feed her chocolate chip cookies, she might tell you about her adventures climbing Mount Everest.”
Impressed murmurs merged with the roaring in Meg’s ears, but she pasted a smile on her face anyway, and with a trembling hand waved to the assembled group. Tall, dark and handsome broke away from the pack, striding forward, extending his large, gloved hand.
“Good to meet you, Meg. I’m John Shepherd, and this is my wife, Kayla.” He jerked his left thumb over his shoulder toward the smiling blonde as he gripped Meg’s hand in a clasp strong enough to snap her bones.
Meg narrowed her eyes and squeezed back. She knew darned well Ian, or rather John Shepherd, or whatever he was calling himself these days, wasn’t married to some buxom blonde.
He was still married to her.
“Welcome to the tour…John. This is a rugged hike. Are you sure you’re up to it?” She scanned the muscular frame that made her question ludicrous, before allowing her gaze to meander back to his face. Then she turned up her lips in a false, sweet smile.
He flashed an answering grin, his broad shoulders relaxing. Why the tension? He must’ve known she wouldn’t blow his cover. Hadn’t she always been the dutiful little spy’s wife?
Until the end.
“I think I can handle it, even though I’ve never attempted Everest. That must’ve been some experience.”
Ian should know. They had met on her first and only Everest expedition. Formed an alliance on that mountain. Had each other’s backs. Fell in love.
Swallowing the annoying lump in her throat, Megan brushed past Ian and greeted the rest of her group—several couples, a single man from Germany, a mother-daughter duo and a trio of women celebrating a fortieth birthday. They all looked fit and ready for the arduous twelve-mile hike up to the top of the mountain, including Ian’s “wife” Kayla.
As Meg explained the rules of the hike to her group, she stole a few glances at Kayla, assessing the fresh-faced, sturdy woman in red fleece. She had to be Ian’s fellow agent in Prospero, the undercover ops group that had consumed Ian’s life during their two short years of marriage.
The question remained. What the hell were they doing on her hike?
“Are there any questions?” Besides her own. Meg hooked the left strap of her backpack over her shoulder and snapped the catch in the front. She answered a few questions about photo ops and first aid, thankful she could recite the answers in her sleep, since Ian’s presence on the hike had her brain in a fog.
“We travel twelve miles to the top and take the train back down. Stay on the trail and drink plenty of water, even though it feels cold. We’ll make several photo stops, so keep your cameras ready for some awesome pictures of waterfalls and gorges.”
While the hikers drank some water and stamped their feet against the cold ground, Meg turned on her radio and slipped it into the pocket of her down vest. Wedging a shoulder against the door of the van, she said to Gabe, “Are you going straight back to the office?”
“Yeah.” He started the van’s engine. “I’m making another pickup there for Jason’s hike to Cascade Falls.”
“Make sure the radio’s on at the office.” Meg tipped her head back and surveyed the gray morning sky. “I don’t think it’s supposed to snow yet, but we’ll probably get an afternoon thundershower or two, and you never know this time of year.”
Gabe rubbed his gloved hands over the steering wheel, huffing out a cold breath. “Call Scott if you need help. He’s out on the trails today. But it looks like you have a good group here. I even had them singing on the van.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “You would. But singing isn’t going to keep them safe on a muddy trail with a ten-thousand-foot drop.”
“Singing won’t, but you will. You haven’t lost one yet, Meggie.”
Meg snorted and smacked the door after Gabe cranked it shut. Then she spun around to face Ian and the rest of her group.
Since Ian excelled at keeping secrets, she’d probably never find out what he and his partner were doing here. Of course, Meg had been keeping the biggest secret of all, and since she had no intention of revealing her secret to Ian, she didn’t expect him to fill her in on the reason for his appearance on one of her hikes.
She knew it didn’t have anything to do with her. He’d been as surprised to see her here as she’d been to see him…with a wife in tow.
Once everyone had stashed their water bottles and secured their packs, Meg moved to the front of the group and led them to the trailhead. She turned and they gathered around her in a semicircle of expectant faces.
“At the base of the trail we have a little room to spread out, but on some parts of the trail, especially at the higher elevations, we’ll have to walk single file.” She held out her hands, palm up. “We might get some rain, so I hope you all brought some rain gear or ponchos. If not, I have a few plastic ponchos in my pack.”
The group fell in behind Meg as she tromped up the trail. The fallen leaves from the aspens crunched beneath her hiking boots and she inhaled their earthy, balsamic scent. She refused to allow Ian’s surprise appearance to spoil one of her favorite hikes. She hadn’t heard from the man once since their separation three years ago. Not that she didn’t think about him every day of the week.
How could she help it, when each day their son, Travis, looked at her through his father’s green eyes flecked with gold?
Meg took a shuddering breath before stopping next to a clump of aspen. What would Ian do if he found out he had a two-year-old son? Probably shrug it off and return to some God-forsaken part of the globe to protect the citizens of the world. He’d made it clear during their marriage, and after the miscarriage of her first pregnancy, that he didn’t want a family.
Crouching down, Meg scooped up a few pieces of bark and handed them around as she talked about the trees along the first leg of their trail. Ian and Kayla peered at a strip of bark, but Meg knew Ian’s mind was churning, hatching plots and plans. His body almost vibrated with a restless energy—an energy she’d found irresistible when they first met.
The hikers traversed the first mile of the trail, falling into a rhythm and predictability. Several forged ahead of her and others hung back, slowing the group’s progress. She wouldn’t call them the easiest bunch she’d ever led, but then maybe she could blame Ian’s presence for her irritability and impatience.
The German tourist kept close to Meg, peppering her with numerous questions in his slightly accented English. One of the couples dawdled, more interested in each other than the hike—probably newlyweds. Meg tried to suppress her envy. That’s how it had been for her and Ian on Everest. The magnificent scenery could barely compete with their fascination with each other.
Two of the three women in the birthday group kept prodding their companion, who complained loudly about spending her vacation traipsing through a high elevation forest, instead of sitting in front of a bar after an afternoon massage.
Meg nudged the complainer in the side. “You’ll get back in time for a massage, and there are plenty of bars over in Colorado Springs to keep you busy later. And with an air force base, and air force academy, there are lots of military guys in those bars if you like a man in uniform.”
The woman growled, making claws with her fingers, and her friends giggled.
Maybe Ian’s mission had something to do with the Schriever Air Force Base, although another guy in the Prospero unit, Buzz Richardson, was air force, while Ian handled mountain rescue. Was Ian trying to rescue something or someone in these mountains?
Not her problem.
Meg slid her backpack off one shoulder. “Let’s stop here and take a break, get some water. There
are some beautiful views of the waterfall from the lookout point. We’ll be hiking to a platform about midway to the top of those falls, for a closer view.”
A few of the hikers staked out some boulders, collapsing on top and chugging their water. Several dropped their packs and wandered to the edge of the trail for a better look at the falls in the distance. The honeymooners massaged each other’s shoulders.
As Meg unhooked her canteen from her pack, Ian sidled up next to her. “Meg, I wanted to ask you about some purple flowers we saw back on the trail. I can point them out to you.”
Meg choked on her water and it dribbled down her chin. She’d have never made it in her sister’s circle, even if she’d wanted that lifestyle. “Describe the flower to me and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“I’d rather show you. They’re not far, and I don’t see any like them in this spot.” Ian raised his brows, probably incredulous, she wasn’t jumping at the chance to discover his mission.
She wanted to tell him to go to hell, but her curiosity trumped her petty need to strike out. “Okay, but I don’t want to leave the group for too long. We need to get moving if we’re going to meet the afternoon train at the top.”
Nodding, Ian tromped ahead, effortlessly traversing the rugged trail, while the other hikers remained sprawled out behind them, still panting from the morning’s exertion. If he knew the terrain, Ian could lead this hike in her place.
If he knew the terrain.
As soon as they rounded the first bend, he grabbed Meg’s arm. “Thanks for not blowing our cover. I had no idea you were leading this hike. The website listed some guy, Richard.”
Ian hadn’t planned on seeing her at all. She gulped. “Richard got sick. I took his place.”
“Can’t pretend I’m happy about it, but I told Kayla we could count on you.”
Even through Meg’s multiple layers and Ian’s gloves, his touch felt like a brand on her arm. She shrugged him off. “I’m guessing her real name isn’t Kayla.”
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