The Only Way Out Part 4

She didn't have an answer for that. She couldn't bear to think about it.

"What time are you supposed to meet the pilot?" he asked.

"One o'clock."

He glanced up at the sky as if he could use the sun to tell time. "Then we'd better get going." He bent down, picked up his backpack and flung it into the back seat. When she didn't move, he glanced at her. "You driving or do you want me to?"

"Where are we going?" Now that she'd thrown in with him, she was nervous about getting into the Jeep. What if he had been toying with her?

"We need to get out of here. My Jeep is about two miles down the road. It isn't a rental, so it can't be traced. We'll leave yours there and then-"

"I can't just leave this at the side of the road."

"Why not?" he asked as he sat in the pa.s.senger seat.

"The rental company will a.s.sume I stole it. I don't need them looking for me as well as Kray."

"If you're worried about that, you can call the car rental company when you get toFlorida. Tell them that you've returned home unexpectedly and that they should come and collect the car. We'll leave the key under the seat mat."

She couldn't think of any more excuses, so she led Bobby over to the Jeep and opened the driver's door. The boy scrambled into the back seat. Andie then slid in and inserted the key into the ignition.

"Drive back the way you came," Jeff said, not bothering to look at her. "In a few minutes you'll see a dirt turnout, like this one, only deeper. My Jeep is concealed behind some trees. We'll leave yours in its place. With any luck, Kray and his men won't find it before you've left the island."

"I think I used up all my luck getting Bobby," she said and backed the vehicle up so that she could turn it around and head toward town.

Jeff didn't answer her. She wasn't surprised. She could feel the disdain radiating from him. He judged her by Kray's standards. She supposed she couldn't blame him. She still judged herself for what had happened six and a half years ago. She should have known. She should have seen the clues. But she hadn't. She'd been young and stupid, and now she and her child were paying the price.

The steering was stiff on her rental. Andie gripped the plastic wheel tightly and concentrated on the road ahead. There wasn't any traffic this far out on the island. She hadn't seen anyone when she'd driven in, either. That was something. The man beside her sat comfortably in the bucket seat. Almost as if hewere relaxed. If she hadn't noticed the watchful pose of his head or the way his right hand was never far from his gun, she would have a.s.sumed he wasn't worried about what they were doing.

They rounded a bend in the narrow two-lane road. "Over there," Jeff said, pointing toward a turnoff.

As she turned off the ignition, he opened the pa.s.senger door. He bent over and collected her purse from the glove box, then grabbed his backpack from the seat behind him.

"Through here," he said, leading the way without bothering to make sure she followed.

Andie wondered if it was because he a.s.sumed she would trail after him, knowing he was her greatest chance at survival or if it was because he didn't care if she came with him or not. Then she frowned. He'd taken her purse, which had all her cash. Subtle but deadly. That's how she would describe Jeff with-no-last-name.

She opened the trunk and removed the small suitcase she'd brought. Bobby climbed out of the rental and stood next to her.

"I'm hungry," he said.

She opened the bag of bread and pulled out a slice.

He grimaced. "I want a hot dog."

"Later, honey. This is all we have now. When we get toSan Juan, I'll buy you a hot dog."

"He needs to get changed," Jeff said.

"Why?"

"Kray has a description of what he's wearing. It won't put them off much, but it may help if he has on different clothes."

"That makes sense." She opened the suitcase and took out the shorts and T-s.h.i.+rt she'd brought with her.

While she helped Bobby change his clothes, Jeff pulled away several large branches, exposing his Jeep. The vehicle was about ten years older than her rental. The tan paint had given way to rust. The tires were muddy, but closer inspection showed them to be new. The seats were torn and damp from the recent rains. There were a hundred vehicles exactly like this one in the capital city ofSt. Lucas, all of them belonging to poor locals. She saw instantly that between the new paint and rental sticker, her vehicle had stood out on the roads, even though she'd been trying to blend in.

"Did you buy that?" she asked, repacking the suitcase and zipping it closed.

"Yeah. It's more expensive, but easier in the end. Cash can't be traced."

"I should have thought of that."

"Why? You've got no experience at this."

"And you have?"

He didn't answer.

Figures. Rambo types were always monosyllabic. She wondered if they got a pay deduction every time they spoke.

"We've got to get out of here," Jeff said.

"I'm ready. Let me just get the box of food." She set the suitcase down next to his Jeep,then returned to her own vehicle. After slipping the key under the mat, she did a quick check to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind. The rental agreement was still in the glove box. She pocketed that, then closed the trunk and picked up the cardboard box containing her meager supplies.

"There's plenty of room," Jeff said, jerking his head toward his open trunk.

She glanced inside, half expecting to see some powerful long-range weapon or a secret decoding device. There was nothing but an oily rag, a jack that looked rusty enough to collapse at the first sign of use and a baseball cap advertising a local beer. She set the box down.

Jeff pulled off his hat and ran his hand through his hair. With the brim shading his eyes and covering his short, cropped hair, she hadn't seen his coloring, but she'd expected him to be dark, like Kray. Instead, Jeff was blond with blue eyes and the clean-cut good looks of aCaliforniasurfer. The image was so contrary to what she'd just experienced that she almost smiled. Almost.

Their gazes locked. She saw a flash of cold determination flicker in his gaze, the confidence and willingness to do anything to get the job done. He wasn't some guy on holiday; he was a professional at this. She didn't know why he was here, and she didn't want to know. Better for both of them if she just got out of his way.

"I'm ready," she said quietly.

He nodded,then dropped his gaze to her legs. "You don't have any shorts, do you?"

"No. Why?"

"We obviously can't pa.s.s as natives. The next best thing is to go as tourists."

At that she did smile. "Yeah, right. No one's going to notice your unusual outfit there, are they?"

Bobby, who'd been following their conversation, sidled over to her and peered at Jeff. "Why's your s.h.i.+rt all funny like that?"

Jeff glanced down at the fatigues he was wearing. He winked at the boy. The friendly act, so incongruous when compared with who he was and what he'd done, made Andie feel as if she were trapped in a carnival fun house. Everything was distorted and nothing was as it seemed.

"I was playing hide-and-seek," he said. "With this s.h.i.+rt and these pants, it's harder for people to see me."

"Mommy didn't see you."

"That's right," Andie said. If she'd seen him, she would have taken off in the opposite direction.

"There's a baseball cap in the trunk," Jeff said as he started unb.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt. "Bobby can wear it." He nodded his head toward the boy.

When he had unb.u.t.toned the s.h.i.+rt to the waistband of his fatigues, he jerked it free. Andie didn't know if she should turn her back or run like h.e.l.l.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trying to fit in. As you pointed out, I don't look like a tourist. Yet."

He pulled the s.h.i.+rt off, exposing a red tank top. He sat on the b.u.mper and unlaced his military boots. After taking off the boots and his socks, he unbuckled the thick leather belt at his waist and laid it on the driver's seat. He unzipped his pants and slipped them down. Underneath he wore wrinkled white shorts. He pulled the pistol from its holster. For a split second Andie thought she'd made a life-threatening mistake, but he tucked the weapon in the waistband of his shorts, against the small of his back, and pulled the tank top over the bulge.

From his backpack, he dug out a second baseball cap. This one advertised a local brand of rum. He slipped one on his head, then took the other from her hands and adjusted it to the smallest size, then gave it to Bobby. A pair of worn leather sandals completed his outfit. In less than two minutes he'd gone from trained military expert to beach b.u.m.

He was tanned, with long legs and strong arms. She could see the ripple of muscles as he moved. The shorts fitted over his narrow hips, then hung loosely past his thighs. He was right he did look like a tourist. She glanced at his face, but the brim of the hat hid it from view. It also covered most of his blond hair. Only a half inch or so stuck out the bottom. Conservative haircut, familiarity with weapons, knowledge of Kray and his line of work. If Jeff wasn't military, he sure was government. She didn't know if that piece of information made her feel better or worse. She shrugged. At this point, she couldn't afford to be picky.

Working quickly, he put his fatigues in his backpack. He transferred money and a mean-looking knife to his shorts pocket, then dropped the backpack into the trunk and closed it.

"Let's go," he said.

Andie nodded and picked up Bobby. Instead of letting him climb into the back seat, she sat down and pulled him onto her lap. Just in case, she thought. She wanted to be able to run with him, if she had to. Despite the fact Jeff hadn't taken her to Kray, she still didn't trust him.

Jeff slipped in beside her and started the engine. He pulled the Jeep in a tight circle,then headed toward the road. As they drove out of the brush, she held her breath, afraid that Kray's men would be waiting. There was no one on the side of the road. Just her rental sitting in the shade.

He stopped long enough for her to drive it back into his vehicle's hiding place; then he glanced both ways and hit the gas. They took off toward town.

Andie fought the urge to glance behind them. With the Jeep's open top and low doors, she felt as if they were completely exposed. That as soon as they were spotted, they would be gunned down.

Violent pictures filled her mind. Not just her wild images about what Kray would do to her if he caught her, but ugly memories from six years ago. From the moment when the pieces had clicked into place and she'd realized her husband wasn't the man she'd thought him to be.

"Just a couple more hours and you'll be safe," Jeff said. "Once you get off the island, you'll be okay. When you get back to the States, you're going to have to lay low."

She nodded. She already knew that much. She had money stashed in a couple of safety deposit boxes in different cities. After Kray had stolen Bobby, it had taken her three weeks to figure out parental kidnapping wasn't high on anyone's list of crimes to be solved. Especially when the father in question had taken his son out of the country. Once she'd realized no one was going to help her, she'd come up with her own plan and had quickly put it into action. Ironically, the generous settlement Kray had given her at the time of the divorce would pay for her escape from him.

Bobby leaned back against her and closed his eyes. "You tired, honey?" she asked.

"Nope."

But his eyelids fluttered shut. She couldn't blame him. After the morning they'd had, she was exhausted, as well. She wished she could trust someone enough to watch Bobby soshe could curl up and sleep for a week, but she couldn't. She only had herself to depend on.

"There's a private airstrip north of town," Jeff said quietly, a few minutes later. "Is that the one you're going to use?"

Andie glanced at him. He slowed the Jeep and met her gaze. Dark blue eyes, almost the color of her own, stared back at her. His lashes were thick and only a couple of shades darker than his hair, although the tips were lighter, as if they'd been bleached by the sun. He squinted slightly and lines fanned out to his temples.

He was good-looking enough to be the poster boy for the local tourist commission. Come to St. Lucas and find romance. Only, she wasn't looking for romance, and from what she'd seen of Jeff, he wasn't too fond of her. She wondered how much of that was because she was obviously in over her head and how much was because she was Kray's ex-wife. Did it matter? As long as he helped her get away, he could think what he liked.

"Yes," she said, after a moment. "I'm supposed to meet a pilot there named Michael."

"How will you know him?"

She wrinkled her nose. "He has a tattoo of a snake on his left wrist."

"That should inspire confidence."

She smiled. "I'll admit I would feel better if it had been of a flying creature rather than one that slithers. But he didn't ask any questions."

Jeff returned his attention to the narrow dirt road. "That doesn't mean he won't."

"I know."

"Do you have a story prepared?"

"Yes."

"You want to try it out on me?"

"Not really."

He chuckled. "Good."

She stared at him. He was smiling. Honest to G.o.d smiling. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing. It's good that you've already learned not to trust anyone unless you have to. At least you're not as dumb-" His lips straightened.

"As I look," she finished for him. "Thanks for the compliment."

She was twenty-seven years old. She should be used to it by now. The average male a.s.sumed pretty equaled stupid. No doubt from Jeff's perspective, her coming to Kray's island and kidnapping Kray's only son by herself did seem pretty stupid. So what? Kray hadn't caught her yet.

Andie stared out the pa.s.senger side, watching the tropical trees and vines give way to flatter plowed fields. Her eyes burned. She told herself it was fatigue and the wind, nothing else.

"Look, I'm sorry," Jeff said abruptly.

"Forget it."

"It was just a knee-jerk reaction."

"I'll accept the 'jerk' part of the apology."

"I guess I am, huh?" The Jeep slowed to a stop.

She turned and looked at him. He angled himself toward her, resting his left forearm over the steering wheel. Bobby murmured softly in his sleep. Andie s.h.i.+fted him so her legs wouldn't go numb.

She studied Jeff's short haircut, the lines of weariness around his eyes, the firm set of his jaw. She wanted to look lower, but she was suddenly aware of the fact that his loose tank top and shorts left very little of his lean, tanned body to the imagination.

Something flickered in her belly. Horror filled her as she realized it was attraction. Unnecessary, unwelcome, ill-timed attraction. Oh, G.o.d, not now.

"Who are you?" she asked.