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by Debra Webb

  This superrich tech tycoon will do anything to keep the love of his life and her family safe this Christmas.

  When the woman who left him comes back desperate for help, sexy billionaire Rush Grayson is thrilled. He still wants and needs Lucy Gaines, but Lucy only needs his professional help—to rescue her abducted sister and nephew. The strong-willed independent woman thinks she’s over Rush. She’d never be foolish enough to fall for a man incapable of love.

  But as Rush and Lucy begin a harrowing race against time to free her family, the fire between them blazes. Now they must use Rush’s brilliant invention to outwit the ruthless kidnapper, or neither will live to see a Christmas family reunion…

  Colby Agency: Family Secrets

  “Let me go, Rush. Let me go back to France and save Gwen and Jackson.”

  He crossed the office to sit beside her once more. “I have friends all over the world, Lucy. We can track down where he’s holding your sister and the baby. Let me make some calls.”

  “No! You can’t alert anyone or he’ll kill them. He gave me a week and it’s going by too fast. The man following me might already suspect I caved and told you. It has to be his way.”

  “We’ll find a better option,” he promised.

  She shook her head, tears blurring her vision again. “I’m not taking you down with me. Destroy the ghost files,” she pleaded. “Wipe out all records of Garmeaux. Forget I was here.”

  “I can’t do that.” His voice turned hard again. “I won’t do that.”

  She opened her mouth to say more and he smothered the words with a kiss. What might have originated as a kiss of comfort ignited like a match struck, blazing across her senses.

  INVESTIGATING

  CHRISTMAS

  USA TODAY Bestselling Authors

  Debra Webb &

  Regan Black

  Debra Webb, born in Alabama, wrote her first story at age nine and her first romance at thirteen. It wasn’t until after she spent three years working for the military behind the Iron Curtain—and a five-year stint with NASA—that she realized her true calling. Since then the USA TODAY bestselling author has penned more than one hundred novels, including her internationally bestselling Colby Agency series.

  Regan Black, a USA TODAY bestselling author, writes award-winning, action-packed novels featuring kick-butt heroines and the sexy heroes who fall in love with them. Raised in the Midwest and California, she and her family, along with their adopted greyhound, two arrogant cats and a quirky finch, reside in the South Carolina Lowcountry, where the rich blend of legend, romance and history fuels her imagination.

  Books by Debra Webb and Regan Black

  Harlequin Intrigue

  Colby Agency: Family Secrets

  Gunning for the Groom

  Heavy Artillery Husband

  Investigating Christmas

  The Specialists: Heroes Next Door

  The Hunk Next Door

  Heart of a Hero

  To Honor and To Protect

  Her Undercover Defender

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  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Lucille Gaines—Lucy has recently moved to France for a new job as a personal assistant to a wealthy recluse. After a difficult year, she’s bringing her sister and nephew along to give them all the fresh start they need.

  Rush Grayson—Rush pulled himself out of a bleak childhood and a stint in juvenile detention for hacking into secure sites to create and position his company, Gray Box, at the top of the information-security industry.

  Dieter Kathrein—The elderly billionaire lives a reclusive life in France. With Lucy as his new assistant living and working on one of his estates, he hopes to maintain his privacy amid a formidable electronic age.

  Mathieu Garmeaux—A reporter based in Paris who has turned up what could be the story of his career.

  Sam Bellemere—Rush’s business and development partner, he serves as head of security for Gray Box, keeping an eye out for any attempts to break their system.

  For Debra, the best mentor, writing partner and friend in the world! It’s a joy to be on this marvelous adventure with you!

  Contents

  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

  Excerpt from Kansas City Countdown by Julie Miller

  Chapter One

  France, North of Paris

  Tuesday, December 15, 5:40 p.m.

  Lucy Gaines swapped her heels for flats for the short walk home from her new job. Her employer’s butler watched patiently, opening the door when her heels were tucked into her tote.

  “Have a lovely evening, Miss Gaines,” he said in precise, formal French.

  “Merci,” she replied, crossing the threshold. Outside, she paused on the top step and breathed in the crisp evening air as the butler closed the magnificent oak door with a near-silent whoosh. Every day she marveled that she worked here, lived here.

  December in France. It seemed her new reality might never sink in completely. Just over a month ago she’d been staring down the dark emotional tunnel of a melancholy holiday season in Chicago. Her life had once more taken a U-turn and this time she couldn’t be happier. Practically skipping down the steps, she tugged at the collar of her wool coat, keeping the dropping temperature at bay although the brisk winter air here was balmy compared to the bite of the Windy City this time of year.

  She lived and worked in a dream world. Chantilly and Paris were only a short drive away from this sleepy, rural neighborhood that barely qualified as a town. Commune, she corrected herself with the French term. Growing up, she and her sister, Gwen, had dreamed of trekking through Europe after college, immersing themselves in history, culture and new discoveries with each day. They’d made it, though the timing and circuitous route of ups and downs had been grueling for both of them.

  Technically, Lucy’s MBA from Stanford University made her overqualified for a position as a personal assistant. But Dieter Kathrein was no ordinary entrepreneur. A French billionaire known for his business acumen and reluctance to socialize, he’d promised her an experience and connections that would make even the interview worth her time.

  Odd how she’d thought he was overselling it then, only to discover he’d left several perks off the original attractive list. Being able to walk to and from work was merely the start. Mr. Kathrein had shown an unexpected degree of generosity when he added a car and driver along with a rent-free cottage to her benefits package. With those worrisome personal details handled, the scales had tipped in favor of her accepting the position.

  Obviously pleased to have her on board, his sharp gaze had turned misty under his bushy white eyebrows as he shared his family’s rich history in this pocket of France. Lucy had been sucked in immediately, thoroughly captivated by the sad and brave story of Dieter’s parents, killed while assisting the French Resistance against the Nazis. The sole survivor, barely out of his teens, he’d pledged his life to preserving the family legacy and ensuring the security of future Kathrein generations.

  He’s certainly done that, Lucy thought, soaking up the views and serene environment. Day in and day out, everything she could see belonged to the Kathrein estate. He and his wife must have been d
elighted to raise their two daughters in such an idyllic area—the perfect balance between the past and present, vibrant cities and quiet countrysides, staggering history and a lovely, hope-filled future.

  She marveled that the man whose extreme preference for privacy and solitude had so graciously shared a corner of this sublime region with her and her remaining family. At the time he’d said, in his cultured French accent, “Family is the only reason to do anything in this world.” She couldn’t agree with him more.

  Following her interview, once she’d signed the contracts, Dieter had entrusted her to the estate manager, who’d given her a full tour, culminating with a walk-through of the cottage. Considering the regal elegance of Dieter’s sprawling residence she shouldn’t have been so stunned by his definition of cottage. The four-bedroom manor house had two parlors, a dining room, a renovated kitchen and a sunroom downstairs—all fully furnished. The modern updates throughout the house had been expertly crafted to blend seamlessly with the original, old-world charm. She’d fallen in love with the space immediately, knowing this would be the fresh start she needed.

  When she rounded the bend of the lane, the front door of the house came into view and Lucy’s shoulders relaxed as the last of the day’s challenges fell away. At ninety-six, and firmly set in his ways, her elderly boss could be more than a little difficult at times. Those speed bumps would smooth out in the weeks ahead. This wasn’t her first experience with an eccentric boss who expected people and details to fall into place. For her part, she knew it was simply a matter of acclimating to his personality, communication style and priorities. The holiday season, with the influx of family and happy traditions, would help them both bridge that gap.

  For now, work was behind her and she’d be home momentarily. Home in France! The lovely thought brought a smile to her lips. In a minute or two, she’d be able to see the progress Gwen had made with the Christmas tree today and then she’d tickle a smile out of her nephew, Jackson. Only eight months old and already the little guy was an incurable flirt. On a second wind infused with happiness, she picked up the pace and hurried along the lane.

  This wasn’t how she’d pictured her life would be at twenty-six, but she thought the three of them were settling into a pleasant and hopeful routine as a family. Despite the headache of the overseas move—no one hated flying more than Lucy—Gwen seemed to smile more often, the grief fading from her eyes with each new day. Lucy celebrated every small, positive change in Gwen after the heartbreaking and unexpected loss of her husband only two months after Jackson’s arrival in the world.

  Having her sister and nephew around gave Lucy a much-needed anchor as she learned her new job and let go of her own heartbreak. Her loss had been mild in light of Gwen’s tragedy, but moving from California to France, embracing a new career and direction in life, had helped them both.

  “I’m home,” Lucy called out as she walked through the front door. She set down her briefcase and purse to shrug out of her coat, hanging it on the antique hall tree. The house was quiet and she didn’t hear any of the typical noises or catch any savory aromas from the kitchen. Maybe Gwen and Jackson were playing in the garden out back.

  Lucy dropped off her purse and briefcase in the smaller parlor room at the front of the house they’d repurposed as her home office.

  Kathrein had requested she keep flexible hours regardless of where she chose to live, since he had an unpredictable sleep pattern. Lucy had yet to seek out a social life, so it didn’t bother her to be available whenever her boss woke with a concern or fresh idea.

  “Where’s my favorite little man?” Lucy singsonged as she walked down the dim hallway. Her shoe caught in something and she bent for a closer look. One of Jackson’s cotton blankets, she noticed, picking it up. How strange. Gwen, older by four years, had always been a bit compulsive about keeping things neat and tidy.

  Lucy slid back the pocket door and stepped into the larger parlor they used as a family room. Her mind went blank. She couldn’t make any sense of what she was seeing.

  It looked as if a tornado had ripped right through the room, overturning furniture and twisting everything in its path. The fresh Christmas tree Dieter had had delivered to the house just days before was toppled over. The pine scent rising from broken branches and crushed green needles weighted the air in the room, making her queasy. The antique glass ornaments they’d inherited from their grandmother were scattered and crushed, strewn along the floor like sparkling, hazardous confetti.

  No. No. The word echoed through Lucy’s mind. This disaster didn’t make any sense. Gwen would never make this kind of mess or leave it for someone else to find. Where are they? Lucy’s heart stalled out in her chest.

  “Gwen.” What she’d intended as a shout came out as a rasp. She cleared the terror from her throat and tried again. “Gwen!” She raced to the kitchen. The destruction wasn’t as bad here, though the chairs were out of place and Jackson’s stroller was missing.

  Maybe they’d missed the terror. Gwen often took Jackson out for a walk before dinner. Lucy clung to that hope right up until she noticed the cracked wood frame around the back door latch. Fumbling with her phone, she dialed Gwen’s cell phone number. No answer. She ended the call before the voice mail greeting finished. Tears threatened to spill over as Lucy raced upstairs, hoping the baby would be in his crib, safe and oblivious to the destruction downstairs. Jackson wasn’t there.

  Her legs weak and shaking, she returned to the kitchen and leaned against the countertop, struggling to breathe. The signs were all too clear. Something awful had happened to her sister and nephew. She couldn’t make her heart accept it. Picking her way through the house again, she searched for a note, missing valuables, anything to put this chaos into context.

  She stood there, helpless and scolding herself. Calling 911 wouldn’t help, and she didn’t know the local equivalent to reach the police.

  Who could possibly gain from targeting a widow and infant? Lucy didn’t have enemies and very few friends were aware of her overseas move. She and Gwen had decided to save the announcement for the annual Christmas letter, a cheerful high point to counter the sadness of the past year. She dialed Gwen’s number again and left a pitiful voice message this time, pleading for a reply.

  Devastated, Lucy fell to her knees, the baby blanket she’d found in the hallway clutched to her chest. Her sobs tangled with fear and desperation. Who would do this? Crime in this area was practically nonexistent. Everyone they’d met in this quiet, isolated part of France had been friendly.

  Too isolated to be random, a small voice in her head declared. Dieter Kathrein might be a recluse, but he was also a legend. The estate was well-known and he had enough staff to make it obvious when he was in residence. At his age, with his massive business success, he’d racked up a few enemies along the way. The attack could be retaliatory and Gwen and Jackson were taken by mistake.

  Her boss could help. He would know who to call and he had nearly limitless resources. He’d help her navigate the system, help her through the next steps. His money and influence would make recovering Gwen and Jackson a priority for the authorities. On a surge of hope, Lucy went into her office, where she wouldn’t have to look at the wreckage while she spoke with him.

  She jumped a little when her cell phone rang in her hand. Gwen’s number showed on the screen and Lucy’s body sagged with relief. “Gwen! Where are you? Are you okay?”

  “Lucy, we aren’t hurt but you need to listen very carefully.”

  Gwen’s voice, normally calm and strong, trembled with fear. The sound dragged Lucy back to that terrible day when her sister had called to say her husband had died. Gwen’s sorrowful tears and inconsolable shock on that day still haunted Lucy. “Where are you?” she asked again.

  “In—” Her sister’s reply ended on a startled gasp.

  “Lucille.” Dieter Kathrein’s curt tone confused and startled her all over again. “This call shall suffice as proof of life.”

  “Mr.
Kathrein?” She’d left his offices less than an hour ago. Had the kidnappers grabbed Gwen and the baby and then attacked his house, as well? Whoever planned this knew how to cull the weak, seizing the elderly, a young mother and a helpless baby. “Are you injured?”

  “I am well.” He didn’t sound the least bit rattled by the circumstances. In fact, this was the tone he used in his business conversations. “We are negotiating new terms.”

  “Pardon me, sir?”

  His English was flawless, though gently rounded by a French accent when he was stressed or tired. Then the accent grew heavier and something else seeped in, drenching the words with a harsh elegance that was tougher to understand.

  “Negotiating.” He enunciated each syllable and added something at the end that sounded closer to German, which only confounded Lucy. “Your sister and her son are with me. They are safe. They will remain safe as long as you do as I say, young lady.”

  “You have Gwen and Jackson?” She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to wrap her mind around it but couldn’t. Behind her closed eyelids she saw the mangled parlor, the broken bits of the few treasures they’d brought to France. “Why?” How, when and where all needed answering, as well, but she limited herself to one question at a time.

  “They are leverage to ensure your cooperation,” he stated, as if it should have been obvious. “You love your family, correct?”

  “More than anything,” she whispered. He knew how much those two people meant to her. Gwen and Jackson were all she had left. She and Gwen had lost their parents in a plane crash during Lucy’s second year of undergrad. Gwen had been the steady, reassuring voice of reason when grief would have derailed Lucy’s goals. She swore. “How could you do this?”

  “As I thought. Look in your desk drawer. The top one. There is an envelope.”

  Thoroughly devastated, she did as he directed, withdrawing a plain white envelope. Only the weight of the paper gave away the means and quality of the man behind this treacherous attack.