LITMIR.BIZ

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but still didn’t respond.

      “So,” Sean said, finally breaking the awkward silence. “About that explanation?”

      Expression grim, Tucker headed for the den, then perched on the arm of the sofa. “I don’t know where to begin.”

      Sean leaned forward, looking from Lucy to Tucker. “If you’re willing to talk, we’d love to hear what you have to say.”

      We’d. Lucy caught the possessive pronoun, aware Tucker probably did, too. Again, the not-so-subtle staking of the claim. Or maybe she was just being hypersensitive.

      “I’ve already told Lucy.” Running a hand through his dark, unruly hair, Tucker turned away. When he glanced back over his shoulder, the vivid blue of his gaze sent a shiver through her.

      Expression surprised, Sean glanced from one to the other. “I guess she can fill me in later. Still, maybe you can give me the short version. Starting with the plane crash. All we were told was that there’d been a crash and all on board were killed. They found your wallet and your cell phone amid the wreckage. Everything else, including any bodies, was burned beyond recognition.”

      “There was no plane crash. Or, let me put it another way. The plane Carlos and I were on landed safely.” Using much less detail than he’d given Lucy, Tucker filled Sean in on his capture and subsequent imprisonment.

      Listening as he told the story again, Lucy closed her eyes.

      “All right.” Sean accepted Tucker’s tale without hesitation. “But after the DEA got you out, they must have told you why. Someone had to know why the cartel held you prisoner for so long.”

      Tucker gave him a long look. “Because they thought I took their money.”

      This was new. Lucy opened her eyes to see a look pass between the two men. Not good, though Lucy couldn’t put a name to it.

      “And now you’re home.” Sean finished the story.

      “And now I’m home. Are you disappointed?” Tucker asked smoothly.

      Sean laughed, as though he thought Tucker was kidding. “Right. Disappointed? Hell, this is freaking amazing. You could write a book and make a ton of money.”

      Lucy noticed Sean didn’t answer the question. Tucker probably caught it, too.

      “The plane crash was a setup,” Tucker said finally. He sounded certain. “And no one has been able to explain to me why someone found it necessary to make everyone believe I was dead. It all goes back to this missing money.”

      “Seriously?” Sean leaned forward again, curiously expectant. “How much money are you talking about?”

      Though Tucker spared him a glance, he continued to focus on Lucy. “Ten million dollars.”

      Sean whistled, clearly stunned.

      Shocked herself, Lucy continued to watch Tucker, unable to keep her gaze from moving over him like a caress. She’d missed him. So damn much.

      “Yeah.” Tucker shook his head, shaking off the bad memories like a dog shaking off water. “Apparently, the drug cartel was using coffee beans to smuggle drugs. The scent can throw the drug-sniffing dogs off. I was questioned not only by customs agents, but the DEA, FBI and CIA.”

      “Ten million dollars is a lot of money.” Sean raised a brow. “Did they ever find it?”

      “Not that I know of.” He sounded unconcerned. “I didn’t take it. Right now, the money is the least of my problems.”

      “Really?” Sean cocked his head, sounding intrigued. “I’d think a missing ten million would be high up there on the priority list.”

      “Maybe if it were mine or even if I knew where it was. Which it isn’t and I don’t. So no. Their missing money is their problem. I was lucky that the DEA had agents undercover to rescue me. After I got back, I’d heard the Mexican police wouldn’t let the US FAA inspectors examine the supposed plane crash. Apparently, the drug cartel controls that area with an iron fist.”

      “How’d they find you?” Lucy asked, her heart skipping as he turned his gaze on her.

      “I don’t have any idea. Since I’d already been declared dead, it wasn’t like there was a missing US citizen that they knew of.”

      “Someone went to a great amount of trouble,” Sean said.

      “They even brought us a box of your effects.” Reaching down inside her shirt, Lucy brought forth the ring she’d been wearing on a chain around her neck ever since it had been given to her. “Your college ring.”

      Fumbling with the clasp, she finally got it open. Removing the heavy ring, she handed it to him. “Here. You’ll be wanting this back.”

      Watching as he slid the ring back on to his finger, she had to struggle to maintain her composure.

      “We had no way of knowing,” she repeated, feeling absurdly guilty. Which was ridiculous. If there’d even been a single indication that she should have hope, she would have fought the devil himself to find him. Surely he understood this.

      Instead, when they’d come to her with news of Tucker’s death, she’d fallen apart. Even remembering the worst day in her life brought back the heavy remembrance of her pain, making her feel queasy.

      Jerking his chin in a quick nod, almost as if he heard her thoughts and understood, Tucker spoke again. “Obviously our people were misled, too, unless our government was entirely in the cartel’s pocket. They only told you what they believed to be true. That I was killed in a freak accident.” Pain warred with fury in the rawness of his voice.

      She could tell from his voice that he was done, that he wanted this to be enough to make his life go back to normal. And maybe it would have been, if she hadn’t gotten engaged to Sean. She’d truly believed him dead. She’d mourned him, felt her life was over, and carried and birthed his child without him.

      “I’m sorry,” she apologized, aware an apology was all she could give him at the moment.

      Gaze still locked with her, he swallowed hard but didn’t speak. Finally, he dipped his head in what could have been a nod. “I’m sorry, too.”

      “You survived. That’s what matters.” She hoped he could hear the truth in her voice.

      “Yes,” Sean interjected. “You made it back in one piece.”

      “Barely, but yes, I did,” he agreed. He closed his eyes, as if by doing so he could shut out the images of whatever horrors haunted him.

      Standing next to her fiancé, with his arm around her, Lucy still ached for Tucker and longed to comfort him. Of course she wouldn’t, she couldn’t even as a friend. Things were different now. They’d never be the same again. She wondered if he regretted this as much as she. Doubtful, considering the issues still unresolved when he’d left for Mexico.

      Eli chose that moment to let out a wail. Lucy pushed to her feet, waiting to see if he’d continue or—hope springs eternal—go back to sleep. Another loud cry came from the nursery, then another. Eli was awake again, and he never went back to sleep if allowed to cry too long. Which meant they’d all been granted a reprieve. For now.

      Giving him one last lingering look through her lashes, she stood. “Eli calls. If you’re hungry, there’s plenty of food in the fridge. Make yourself a sandwich or something. I’ll be right back.

      Tucker watched her go. Motherhood suited her. She’d always been beautiful, but now she had a softness about her. The adoration in her face as she gazed at Eli made his chest tighten. Once, she’d looked at him like that.

      As soon as Lucy left the room, Sean cornered Tucker. He’d expected it, so he was reasonably prepared.

      “What the hell are you up to?” Sean demanded. “Whatever you’re really involved in, you’d better not be doing

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