Dangerous Attraction Romantic Suspense Boxed Set (219 page)

The moment he entered, Tyler searched the busy area for the private investigator. Black wrought iron tables and chairs were mostly occupied as were seats around the palm trees. But no Jack Weaver.

Tyler checked his watch. Nearly ten. The fireworks display was set for ten-fifteen. Even now, couples and whole families were drifting to the outside upper level deck to find a spot from which to watch.

Unsure of how things would go with the exchange, he wanted back-up. Someone other than Keelin. He couldn’t be put in a situation where his attention was split. He knew he’d hurt Keelin earlier by excluding her, but he would make it up to her. She had to forgive him. He’d never known such a woman existed before.

A woman who was a true innocent.

No one waited any more, he thought, dazed by the unspoken revelation he’d come to while making love to her. At least not that long. Why had Keelin?

The answer was all too clear. Undoubtedly, she’d been waiting for the right man. Tyler could hardly believe it, but there it was. Keelin had waited to share herself with someone special.

Special sure as hell didn’t describe him.

He took a deep breath. His romantic desires would have to wait. First things first. Cheryl.

Not liking firearms himself, especially not around so many innocent people, he suspected Feldman or Brock or whoever would deliver his daughter for the trade would be armed. The private investigator’s having a handgun was supposed to be insurance, just in case something went wrong. Tyler wasn’t going home without his daughter.

So where the hell was Weaver?

The knot in Tyler’s gut loosened a moment later when he saw the investigator stroll into the Crystal Gardens through a southeast door. Wearing a glow-in-the-dark plastic necklace and carrying a cotton candy like a tourist, Weaver barely looked his way before finding himself a seat. Relieved, Tyler strolled through the oasis toward the north end to wait as he’d been instructed.

He checked his watch.

Ten o’clock.

The next fifteen minutes would be the longest of his life.

Chapter Twelve

KEELIN JOGGED A THIRD OF THE LENGTH of Dock Street, pushing her way through gathering crowds, avoiding a couple on bicycles and several younger people on in-line skates. Further down the south side of the pier, a mime was entertaining a group of teenagers and a clown was twisting balloons into animal shapes for some small children. Families were swarming onto one of the tourist boats, while two other vessels were just pulling away from the docks. People were taking seats and watching out to the water as if expectant.

She knew they were gathering for the fireworks the sign at the west entrance of Navy Pier announced in flashing lights. Pounded by loud rock music from above, she stopped, breathless, and glanced upward at what looked like a weird-shaped white parachute, but what was, in fact, the roof of an open-air concert arena. She’d already passed beneath the lit Ferris wheel and Merry-go-round. Hordes of people on the upper level gathered at the railing to stare out over the water.

She hadn’t realized how big Navy Pier was. Cheryl could be anywhere.

What to do?

The Ferris wheel drew her.

Climbing over disgruntled visitors who were using the steps as seats, Keelin reached the upper level, gaze continually roaming the crowd. Hundreds of people in line for the Ferris wheel made the going slower and limited her line of sight.

How would she ever find Cheryl and her captors? An impossible situation, Keelin feared.

Unless…

Praying she could produce just one more lucid vision, that just one more time she could will herself to see through Cheryl Leighton’s eyes, Keelin found a bit of unoccupied railing and pressed her back into the metal. Slipping a hand into her pocket, she grasped the fairy charm. Closed her ears to the rock music and the raucous voices pummeling her. The constantly changing lights of the giant Ferris wheel that towered overhead mesmerized her.

Keelin willed herself to relax.

Legs…arms…body…mind.

She breathed deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth. She concentrated on the pattern of changing lights. Envisioned the pretty face and long brown hair she’d only seen in photographs. Her eyes grew tired, her lids heavy. She let them flutter closed.

At first her mind wandered through a dark space.

Then it raced faster and faster until she crashed into a million flickering lights.

Even with her eyes closed, she was still seeing the Ferris wheel, Keelin realized, though from a different angle…

CHERYL’S HEART POUNDED WILDLY as she was dragged along, bumped and jostled by tons of happy people. She glanced back past the Ferris wheel at the Skyline Stage beyond. She’d been to a concert there once, with her friends. They’d all loved the place and had been looking forward to the next time.

After tonight, she never wanted to step foot on Navy Pier again.

For a moment, the Ferris wheel mesmerized her, and she got that sensation again, like someone was inside her head, looking around. She must be going nuts.

Wanting to scream, she instead gasped, “Who are you?”

“You know very well who I am.” The grip on her wrist tightened. “Stop dragging your feet.”

“I’m not,” she answered sullenly as they passed the Merry-go-round and the now-familiar sensation receded as quickly as it had come upon her.

She might have to do as she was told, but she didn’t have to keep making things easy. All her fault. What a jerk! What a stupid jerk she was believing all those lies the woman had told her.

How could she have trusted a stranger over her dad?

“Remember, there’ll be a gun aimed at your father. You do exactly as you’ve been instructed if you want him to stay alive.”

Afraid she might screw up again, Cheryl wanted to cry. “I trusted you. I wanted to be with you. Why did you have to turn out so awful?”

Through her tear-filled eyes, Cheryl thought the woman actually looked like she might be sorry…but, as she was roughly shoved inside when she resisted going through the doorway leading into the garden, she figured that had to be her imagination, too.

TYLER’S NERVES WERE ON EDGE waiting for what felt like forever. He sat at the base of a palm tree, the backpack nonchalantly dropped at his feet. The Crystal Gardens had emptied out in anticipation of the coming fireworks. A glance at his watch told him it was nearly quarter past ten. Only another few minutes, then.

He’d figured on them being exactly on schedule, and so he was looking directly at the girl who stood at the other end of the garden for several seconds before realizing he was staring at his own daughter.

“Cheryl!”

He bounded up and took a few steps toward her before caution intervened. Her eyes were wide and she was visibly shaking, obviously scared and nearly in tears. His gaze flew over the few people who were not already outside for the fireworks. No one he recognized except his own private investigator, who was now on the alert.

“It’s all right, Cheryl. Come to me, baby,” Tyler urged, spreading his arms. His heart was in his throat.

He started toward her until her gaze shifted to somewhere over his shoulder. She

pressed her fist into her mouth as if stopping herself from crying out. Tyler slowed and glanced over his shoulder to see a fair-haired woman pick up the backpack.

But it wasn’t Vivian who straightened and looked him straight in the eye.

“You should have called me like I wanted, Tyler,” his ex-wife said. “If you would have been reasonable, adjusted our monetary arrangement like I asked, this wouldn’t’ve happened.”

Not having the slightest idea of what she was talking about, Tyler was stunned. Then his mind raced. She hadn’t done this alone. She’d had a male accomplice. Feldman or Brock?

“Take the money and run,” he told her, turning back to his daughter.

But Jack Weaver was already jumping up from his table and grabbing Cheryl.

“Weaver, what the hell are you doing?” Tyler yelled as he started toward them.

The investigator whipped out the handgun he’d assured Tyler he owned. “I’d stay right there if I were you.”

Realizing how stupid he’d been – he’d played right into their hands by believing Weaver really was Jeremy Bryant’s replacement – Tyler stopped in his tracks, half the width of the garden still between him and his daughter. He felt sick inside.

“No, Jack, let her go!” Helen yelled from behind him. “Cheryl wasn’t supposed to get hurt!”

“She won’t if your ex-husband co-operates.” To Tyler, Weaver said, “We’re going to use your daughter as insurance that we get out of here alive and with the money.”

From the corner of his eye, Tyler saw a bystander move toward the main pavilion door. To get help, he hoped.

“Jack, leave her be!”

“Helen, get out of here now with the backpack or I swear I’ll shoot the kid!” Weaver threatened.

“I’m going.” Helen’s voice was shaky. “Don’t hurt her, please.”

Tyler heard her retreat even as his attention was distracted by a door opening behind the bastard. His heart lurched as a woman slipped through and slid back into the shadows.

Keelin!

“Leave Cheryl,” Tyler told the so-called private investigator. “All I want is my daughter. I promise I won’t come after you.” Though he’d use all his clout to get the authorities to do so later.

“No deal, Leighton. I don’t believe you.”

Tyler felt impotent as Weaver backed up toward the door, Cheryl in tow. This couldn’t be happening! But what could he do without endangering his daughter’s very life?

Suddenly Keelin made her move, closing the gap between her and them. Before a frantic Tyler could think of a way to stop her from doing anything foolish, a burst of sound reverberated through the building, an explosion of red and blue light reflected in the transparent panels all around them.

The fireworks seemed to fill the hall, effectively distracting Weaver. His gun hand swung out as he turned toward the source of the threat.

And Keelin lunged forward, grabbing his wrist.

“Get away, Cheryl!” she screamed. “Now!”

Tyler was already running as Cheryl screeched and struggled and somehow loosened Weaver’s grip on her. And then she was flying toward him blindly, tears pouring from her eyes, her flight backed by a series of green flashes that built one upon the other.

“Dad, oh, Dad, I’m sorry.”

Throwing his arms around his daughter, Tyler hugged her tight. He was speechless with gratitude. His thankfulness was tempered by the scenario before him, however – Weaver freeing his gun hand and striking out, clipping Keelin in the chin with the muzzle. Dazed from the hit, she tottered. And the bastard took the advantage, replacing one hostage for the other. Before Tyler could free himself from his daughter’s tight grip, Weaver had hooked an arm around Keelin’s neck.

“Stay right where you are, Leighton, or she dies.” The muzzle of the gun was snugged in the halo of her hair.

“Let her go when you get outside.” Tyler’s order was backed by the blasts of a series of rockets that trailed white against the dark sky.

“I’ll let her go when I’m damn well ready!”

“I shall be fine, Tyler,” Keelin assured him, though she didn’t sound convinced of it. “See to your daughter.”

Weaver changed direction, heading for a north door. Keelin stumbled and was jerked hard for her clumsiness.

Tyler sweated inside his suit and tightened his grip on his daughter. If anything happened to the woman he loved, it would be on his conscience. He’d trusted the wrong person to help him. He’d excluded Keelin. No. The problem was including her in the first place. If he hadn’t, this wouldn’t be happening now. Self-deprecating thoughts raced through his mind as fast as the fireworks burst in the sky.

He should have known Keelin would find a way to put herself in the middle of things. But how to get her out? He didn’t trust Weaver to allow her to live when he was done with her. But how could he go after her without leaving Cheryl alone?

Before he could think of what to do, yet another person burst into the garden, backed by the sound of whining rockets.

Wild-eyed, the disheveled man took in the scene. “Leighton, where’s Keelin?”

Tyler took a breath of relief. “You must be Skelly.”

“Forget the introductions. Where is she?”

“In big trouble. Stay with my daughter while I go after her.”

Cheryl clung to him. “Dad, don’t leave me!”

“You’ll be safe with Skelly,” Tyler assured his daughter, pushing her toward the other man. “Keelin trusts him and that’s good enough for me.”

He started off.

“But, Dad, wait!” Cheryl wailed.

Tearing another hole in Tyler’s heart. He stopped and faced his daughter. “I can’t let anything happen to the woman I love any more than I could to you,” he said, praying she would understand.

Cheryl hesitated only a second. She sniffed and dashed a tear from her cheek. “They have a boat. It’s tied up on the north side of the pier. Hurry before they hurt her!”

Like they’d hurt Cheryl? Tyler thought grimly.

Wondering that a fourteen year old could be worried about someone else after what she’d been through, he ran out to the open upper deck under a canopy of blurred color, half-blind for the emotions affecting his vision.

“SHE’S THE ONE, ISN’T SHE?” Cheryl asked, wiping away her tears as her father disappeared.

She didn’t like his going after her mother and her awful boyfriend, but she didn’t want the woman who’d helped her to be hurt, either. Somehow she just knew her dad would make everything all right.

“Keelin’s the one what?” Skelly asked against another series of explosions.

Embarrassed, she couldn’t quite meet the handsome man’s eyes. “Um, you wouldn’t understand.”

Skelly lifted her chin. “Women usually find it pretty easy to talk to me.”

Cheryl bit her lip. “She was…at least I…you’ll think I’m crazy.

“Try me.”

“I swear someone was inside my head.” The words spilled out so fast they were nearly one. “
Her
.”

Skelly smiled. “My cousin Keelin is an unusual woman. You’re not crazy,” he assured her as four uniformed police burst into the garden from the main hall.