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completely unglued.
Too much was coming at her at once, and she couldn’t think straight. However, Gabrielle didn’t need to think torealize that what she was doing could be another massive mistake. But what was one more? She’d started out the day with a mistake by taking that unloaded gun out to the ranch so she could get so-called answers from Houston. Well, she’d gotten those answers.
And here she was again. Right back in the very place where she was under Houston’s control. But she was also under his protection.
She kept Lucas snuggled in her arms while they went upstairs to the second floor. He’d slept during the entire drive from the hotel to the ranch—perhaps because the adult occupants of the car had been silent, except for Houston’s quietly spoken phone conversations. Houston and she had argued briefly at the hotel, after he’d told her about the men in the black car getting out at her brother’s apartment.
It was a mistake, she’d tried to tell herself.
Her brother wouldn’t endanger her.
But she had enough niggling doubt in the back of her mind that, when Houston insisted they all go to the ranch where he could keep Lucas safe, Gabrielle had only mildly resisted.
Truth was, Houston might be the only person who could protect Lucas. Gabrielle certainly wasn’t going to rely on the police. The way Mack Sadler bought people off, he could buy off the cops, as well. They could take Lucas from her, claiming she was part of the coverup at the Cryogen Clinic, and it would be a long legal battle to get him back. Houston could prevent his father’s further interference.
Probably.
But she wasn’t stupid. Gabrielle had seen the love inHouston’s eyes when he looked at Lucas, and that love might blind him to fact that this was the child she’d planned and carried. This was her baby.
“Lily Rose, you can stay here,” Houston said, opening one of the doors that lined the massive corridor. He set the nanny’s suitcase just inside the guest room. “Gabrielle, you’re next door.”
He opened that room, as well, and it was even larger than she’d expected. A fourposter bed, a desk and even a sitting area. Decorated in varying shades of pales—blue, white and gray, it was tasteful and serene.
It included a crib and a changing table, which had been positioned against the right interior wall.
“I had the maid bring in some things,” Houston explained. He placed her suitcase and the diaper bag on the floor next to the adjoining bathroom. “And there are some extra diapers and baby clothes.”
Gabrielle had heard him make the request on the phone after the conversation with his father. After that, he had called Sheriff Whitley to tell him that he’d spoken with her, and that she had done nothing wrong at the Cryogen Clinic. However, Houston had added that he personally wanted to speak to the clinic head, because there had possibly been a coverup of some kind. However, Houston hadn’t mentioned his father when he spoke of that coverup.
His next call had been to his security specialist friend, and Houston had asked him to check on Jay and on SAPD’s investigation into the hostage situation. He was trying to determine if those hostage-taking gunmen did have an accomplice. An accomplice who might havebeen in that ominous black car that had stopped at Jay’s apartment.
Houston had gotten several updates on that situation, as well, on the drive over. The two men had indeed knocked on Jay’s door, but her brother hadn’t answered. And according to the last update, the men were still driving around on the south side of San Antonio.
Gabrielle looked around the room and spotted the diapers and clothes that Houston had mentioned. They were stacked on the changing table. “The maid didn’t have much time to set all of this up,” she commented. Houston had made that request less than an hour earlier.
He shrugged. “We keep cribs and baby items for guests. We have extra clothes and toiletries
Too much was coming at her at once, and she couldn’t think straight. However, Gabrielle didn’t need to think torealize that what she was doing could be another massive mistake. But what was one more? She’d started out the day with a mistake by taking that unloaded gun out to the ranch so she could get so-called answers from Houston. Well, she’d gotten those answers.
And here she was again. Right back in the very place where she was under Houston’s control. But she was also under his protection.
She kept Lucas snuggled in her arms while they went upstairs to the second floor. He’d slept during the entire drive from the hotel to the ranch—perhaps because the adult occupants of the car had been silent, except for Houston’s quietly spoken phone conversations. Houston and she had argued briefly at the hotel, after he’d told her about the men in the black car getting out at her brother’s apartment.
It was a mistake, she’d tried to tell herself.
Her brother wouldn’t endanger her.
But she had enough niggling doubt in the back of her mind that, when Houston insisted they all go to the ranch where he could keep Lucas safe, Gabrielle had only mildly resisted.
Truth was, Houston might be the only person who could protect Lucas. Gabrielle certainly wasn’t going to rely on the police. The way Mack Sadler bought people off, he could buy off the cops, as well. They could take Lucas from her, claiming she was part of the coverup at the Cryogen Clinic, and it would be a long legal battle to get him back. Houston could prevent his father’s further interference.
Probably.
But she wasn’t stupid. Gabrielle had seen the love inHouston’s eyes when he looked at Lucas, and that love might blind him to fact that this was the child she’d planned and carried. This was her baby.
“Lily Rose, you can stay here,” Houston said, opening one of the doors that lined the massive corridor. He set the nanny’s suitcase just inside the guest room. “Gabrielle, you’re next door.”
He opened that room, as well, and it was even larger than she’d expected. A fourposter bed, a desk and even a sitting area. Decorated in varying shades of pales—blue, white and gray, it was tasteful and serene.
It included a crib and a changing table, which had been positioned against the right interior wall.
“I had the maid bring in some things,” Houston explained. He placed her suitcase and the diaper bag on the floor next to the adjoining bathroom. “And there are some extra diapers and baby clothes.”
Gabrielle had heard him make the request on the phone after the conversation with his father. After that, he had called Sheriff Whitley to tell him that he’d spoken with her, and that she had done nothing wrong at the Cryogen Clinic. However, Houston had added that he personally wanted to speak to the clinic head, because there had possibly been a coverup of some kind. However, Houston hadn’t mentioned his father when he spoke of that coverup.
His next call had been to his security specialist friend, and Houston had asked him to check on Jay and on SAPD’s investigation into the hostage situation. He was trying to determine if those hostage-taking gunmen did have an accomplice. An accomplice who might havebeen in that ominous black car that had stopped at Jay’s apartment.
Houston had gotten several updates on that situation, as well, on the drive over. The two men had indeed knocked on Jay’s door, but her brother hadn’t answered. And according to the last update, the men were still driving around on the south side of San Antonio.
Gabrielle looked around the room and spotted the diapers and clothes that Houston had mentioned. They were stacked on the changing table. “The maid didn’t have much time to set all of this up,” she commented. Houston had made that request less than an hour earlier.
He shrugged. “We keep cribs and baby items for guests. We have extra clothes and toiletries
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