One Kiss More (2 page)

“Deputy McCabe,” she said, infusing her voice with innocence. “What a surprise. By all means,
don’t
come in.”

The bastard had the nerve to smirk.

“Obviously you know why I’m here,” McCabe said. “So tell me where Javier is and I’ll be on my way.”

Emma relaxed against the doorknob, shifting her weight so that her braced arm supported her. It took a lot of effort to look so calm while her knuckles turned white as her fingers clenched the knob in a death grip. Coming face-to-face with Landon McCabe again was like stepping back in time. He was technically the enemy, but even after all this time Emma couldn’t deny his appeal. His voice tumbled over her like a cascade of warm water, relaxing the tight knot that had settled in her chest. His blond hair was almost too short, but Emma was willing to bet she could still tangle her fingers in its length. And his eyes . . . keen and bright blue running with veins of gold. A warm spark that, when focused on her, ignited something low in her stomach. Her brow puckered as she realized his presence had become even more commanding, his face even more handsome with the passage of years. Totally not fair.

“Why ask me?” She made sure her voice was devoid of any emotion. If she sounded even a little nervous, McCabe would pick up on it. “When Dad was remanded into the
care
of the U.S. government, I was sort of under the impression that you’d be keeping an eye on him. It’s not my fault you guys suck at your jobs.”

“Come on, Emma. I’m not in the mood to play games.”

Emma saw an opportunity not only to intercept McCabe’s innuendo, but to deflect his questioning with her own distraction while she ran in for the touchdown. “That’s too bad, Deputy. I love to play. Maybe later? You can be shirts and I’ll be skins.”

McCabe’s jaw tensed, and it gave Emma a perverse sense of satisfaction to have rattled the cocky deputy’s chain. The quicker she could get him out of there, the better.

“Mind if I come in? Take a look around?”

What part of
don’t come in
did he not understand? “Do you have a warrant?”

His tawny brows pulled down tight over his eyes. “No.”

“Then yes, I do mind.” Emma’s pulse rushed in her ears, nearly drowning out the sound of her own voice. The last thing she needed right now was to have him nosing around her apartment. She fought the urge to glance back at the closed door of her bedroom. No, she
definitely
didn’t need to direct his attention there.

“Don’t say I didn’t try to make this easy on you.” His voice hardened and lowered an octave, causing a pleasant chill to trickle from the top of Emma’s head down the length of her body. “You’d better clear your schedule for the rest of the day,
Miss
Ruiz. A pair of deputies will be along in an hour or so to escort you to the federal courthouse for questioning.”

Yeah, well, Emma could be hard, too. “What’s the matter, McCabe? Not man enough to cuff me yourself ?”

He took a step back from her doorway as though resisting the urge to do just that. He looked down the length of her body, and though she assumed it was meant to be disdainful, a thrill rushed through Emma’s veins. “Just be ready to cooperate,” he said. “Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to issue a warrant for your arrest.”

Without allowing her to respond, McCabe turned on a heel and sauntered down the hallway toward the elevator. Emma couldn’t help it—she leaned out of the doorway to watch him leave, appreciative of the way his designer jeans hugged his ass. Boy was tight. His shoulders rolled as he walked, the precision and grace of every placed step a thing of beauty. Deputy U.S. Marshal Landon McCabe was still the enemy. He was the one who’d arrested her father and the man who was looking to do it again. But, damn, was he ever something to look at.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Emma bristled at the sound of the voice behind her. An icy chill that was nothing like what she felt in Landon’s presence chased over her skin, and she rubbed at her arms to banish the goose bumps that rose up there. “I told you, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, I know,
chica
. I only wanted to be sure you could play your part. Now that I know you can, I’ll leave you alone. For now.”

Emma tried to slow the racing of her heart with a few deep breaths. All of this was her fault. If she’d stayed out of trouble like her dad had asked her to, he’d be okay and getting the care he needed right now. “I know what’s expected of me,” Emma said, still refusing to turn and face the man speaking to her. She just wanted him to get the hell out of her condo.

“Good. That’s good.” His low voice snaked around her, dark and dangerous. “I’ll be in touch.”

Emma closed her eyes as he walked past her through the door. His body brushed against hers and she cringed as she inched away. She waited until the sounds of his footsteps disappeared down the hallway before she closed the door with shaking hands and turned the dead bolt into place. Her mind raced as adrenaline seeped into her bloodstream, making it difficult to focus. Landon McCabe’s appearance in Seattle was going to be a problem. And she hoped that his interference in her life wouldn’t get him killed.

Chapter Two

Landon sat in a bland, undecorated cubicle in the Seattle field office staring at a computer screen with Emma Ruiz’s face plastered all over it. The website was dedicated to local Seattle gossip, and the images depicted a ruffled-looking Emma being escorted into a nightclub under the arm of Tyson Kennedy, the starting sweeper for the Seattle Sounders. People here were crazy for soccer; it rivaled the fanaticism seen in the European leagues. Emma might as well have been hanging on the arm of a king as far as the fans were concerned. One of Tyson’s hands jutted out at the camera, as if to shield her from the gawkers while his other hand was wrapped protectively around her shoulder. And why did that image make Landon want to sock Tyson in the jaw?

“I take it your visit didn’t go well?”

Landon turned his chair around to face Ethan Morgan. As the liaison for the Ruiz investigation, the Seattle-based deputy had been assigned to keep an eye on Emma’s comings and goings as well as monitor her landline and computer usage. A judge had approved the warrant within hours of Ruiz’s escape, but so far, their monitoring of his daughter had failed to turn up any clues as to the former judge’s whereabouts.

“About as well as a dive off a three-hundred-foot cliff without a parachute,” Landon replied. “It’s not like I expected her to cooperate, I just hoped that maybe the son of a bitch would be sitting in her living room or some shit.”

Ethan laughed. “It’d be nice if it worked out that way. But I have a feeling Ruiz is long gone. Probably halfway to Mexico or South America by now.”

Manhunts, like missing-person investigations, focused on the critical first forty-eight hours. It rankled that they’d hit dead end after dead end those initial two days. It was like the son of a bitch had simply vanished into thin air. And while the smart move would have been to hightail it out of the country, Landon doubted that would have been Ruiz’s move.

“Nah. He and Emma are tight. Plus, the man has cancer. It’s a wonder he escaped at all. He’s got to be in the city somewhere.”

“Maybe the old man is already out of the country and Emma’s waiting for the heat to die down so she can fly out and meet him,” Ethan suggested.

“No.” Landon couldn’t explain it, but his intuition told him that fleeing the country wasn’t the plan. “Emma knows where he is and he’s close. We just have to get her to come clean.”

Ethan gave a disbelieving chuckle. “Good luck with that. She makes stubborn look downright accommodating.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Landon laughed.

“She’s agreed to come in for an interview, though, right?”

Landon hadn’t exactly asked, but she didn’t have a choice. It was either come in or be arrested. The eighteen-year-old Emma probably would have opted for the arrest, but would the older, hopefully wiser Emma be more cooperative?
Shit
. Maybe he should have cuffed her and brought her in himself. “I wouldn’t waste any time in picking her up. The sooner, the better.”

Ethan smiled. “I’ll take Courtney and go now. What are the chances of getting the rest of the case files on Ruiz by this afternoon? I’d like to take a closer look so I’m better acquainted with the history.”

“The hard copies of the case files should be here no later than three,” Landon said. “What we have on the case has been archived so it took a little effort to drag it all out again. Six years.” He shook his head. “Why, after so long, would Ruiz attempt an escape?”

“It’s not an attempt,” Ethan replied. “The bastard did it. Sick, no less.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” Landon said. “He wasn’t in a supermax. We’re talking Club Fed. All the amenities a white-collar criminal could ask for, including top-of-the-line medical care. Dude was getting the taxpayers’ money’s worth in that facility. So why bounce?”

“Emma?” Ethan suggested. “Maybe he figured he didn’t have much time left and he wanted to get square with her before he checked out.”

“No. I went through the visitor logs. She saw him once a week. And the drive from Seattle to Sheridan isn’t exactly a short one. They weren’t estranged so it can’t be Emma. But I don’t doubt for a second that she knows not only where he is, but why he planned an escape.”

“Once a week seems like a pretty frequent number of visits, even for a doting daughter. Do you think she was in on it?”

“I hope not.” As it was, she’d be in hot water if she was harboring a fugitive. If she engaged in conspiracy by helping her father to escape . . . well, the gossip rags would certainly have a field day with the story and Emma would have thrown her life away to help a dying man escape from prison.

“At any rate, we’ll try to get something out of her. Anything I need to know about the illustrious Miss Ruiz before I pick her up?”

Landon chuckled, “Yeah. Don’t let her fuck with your car.”

Ethan quirked a brow. “I have a feeling there’s a story behind that, and I want it when I get back.”

“Sorry, man. That one’s in the vault.”

Ethan gave Landon a mock salute in parting and took off through the maze of cubicles toward the far end of the main office. As he contemplated their conversation, Landon couldn’t help but wonder if Emma’s frequent visits to the federal prison weren’t part of a motive completely separate from a daughter’s concern for her ailing father.
Come to think of it
. . . Landon made a mental note to have Ruiz’s medical records subpoenaed. Maybe the bastard wasn’t quite as sick as he let on.

He pulled up his contact list on his phone and dialed Galen’s cell. After four rings, he finally answered, “Kelly.”

“You know, when you sound all professional and tough like that it makes my heart skip a beat.”

“Funny,” Galen replied, “Harper tells me the same thing.”

Gag
. The last thing Landon wanted to hear about was Galen’s oh-so-perfect relationship with
The Oregonian
’s star political reporter.
Moving on . . .
“Has the prison transport team been questioned yet?”

Something didn’t add up. No way could Ruiz have escaped without help. Granted, he was a minimum-security prisoner, but still, he would have been outnumbered three to one. Even healthy, he would have had a tough time getting free without outside help.

“The warden sent over their official statements right after the escape, but Monroe and I are headed to Sheridan later today to conduct formal interviews. Want me to look out for anything specific?”

Specifics were tough when Landon wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He knew their chief deputy would be thorough, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was somehow an inside job. “All I know is that something about Ruiz’s escape doesn’t add up. I’m pretty sure he had help. If it wasn’t inside assistance, it was someone who was pretty damned connected. The prison staff could know something. It might not be a bad idea to shake them up a bit. Give them a reason to fold. Damn it, I really should be conducting these interviews myself.”

“Kind of tough to be in two places at once,” Galen said with a laugh.

“No doubt. Morgan is bringing Emma in for questioning soon. We’ll rattle her cage a little, too, because I’m sure she knows more than she’s letting on.”

“So you didn’t charm the information out of her this morning?” Galen joked.

Landon scoffed, “Not even close.”

“She still hot?”

Despite the fact that she’d been only eighteen when they’d first arrested Ruiz, his daughter’s good looks had often been a topic of conversation amongst some of the deputies, Landon and Galen included. Landon considered her long, dark, curling hair, large brown eyes, and full, pouty lips. And he’d been trying
not
to think about the way the lush, more filled-out curves of her body had looked in that little top and spandex pants all goddamned morning. “She’s still hot,” he said. Hotter. Like, surface-of-the-freaking-sun hot. “But she’s still a raging pain in the ass, too.”

“If anything, she’ll keep you on your toes. I’ll check in after we’ve interviewed the prison staff.”

“Sounds good,” Landon said. “Later.”

He ended the call, the gears in his mind spinning faster than his thoughts could keep pace with. The Ruiz case had always rubbed him the wrong way. The man had money to spare and so his motives in extorting money from Mendelson in exchange for a favorable ruling in their case had never quite added up to him. And when they’d arrested the judge, Ruiz hadn’t proclaimed his innocence or acted overly offended by the charges the way some suspects did. Nope, the dude had just whispered something in his daughter’s ear, kissed her on the cheek, and gone with them willingly.

After all this time, the case still bothered him. Six years, and Emma could still get under his skin. But he was on the job and no matter how beautiful or tempting she was, Emma Ruiz was
off-limits
. Landon hoped that he could follow his own advice and keep her at arm’s length. Otherwise, he was as good as fired. With nothing more than a look, she could make him feel a rush that equaled diving headfirst out of a plane. It was a feeling he craved. Couldn’t get enough of
.