After Midnight: (A Penguin Special from Signet Eclipse) (Killer Instincts) by Elle Kennedy

Author:Elle Kennedy [Kennedy, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-10-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Kane had never been to the Egyptian countryside, and he could honestly say he preferred the rural landscape to the brown, dusty city they’d spend the past week in. In Cairo, there was barely a speck of green in sight, but here, lush greenery was in abundance. Even in the darkness, he could make out the flat fields of the neighboring farms, dotted by palm trees that seemed out of place among the crops. The air was fresher too, without smog or car exhaust to pollute it. The wind carried the scent of olives and watermelons, two of the crops grown on the farm they were currently staking out.

The short chopper ride had taken them south, following the Nile then veering west to the small village where Nazara’s mother and Eshe Salib had grown up. Like most of the other houses in the area, Salib’s mud-brick farmhouse had a flat roof and outer walls trimmed with blue plaster; Morgan had informed Kane during the trek through the fields that the Egyptians believed the color blue warded off the evil eye. Whatever that meant. And how Morgan knew that was an even bigger mystery. The boss wasn’t one to spew out trivia or be all chatty, so Kane suspected the man was trying to help keep his mind off the bomb Abby had dropped.

But it wasn’t working, because his brain had been chanting the same two syllables ever since he’d found out. Preg-nant. Preg-nant. Preg-nant. It was like a frickin’ meditation mantra, except the words didn’t bring peace or serenity. Only conflicting emotions that had tangled into a knot in his gut.

He couldn’t believe she was even considering not keeping the baby. Their baby.

Yes, they hadn’t planned it, but it was here, it was real, and she couldn’t just sweep it under the rug or get rid of the baby and expect him to forget about it.

“Kane? Status?”

Morgan’s voice barked in his ear, alerting him to the fact that he hadn’t checked in after he’d gotten into position. Hell. He really needed to concentrate on the task at hand. They were already one man short thanks to Abby’s absence. He couldn’t drop the ball when a little boy’s life was at stake.

“Staring at the front door as we speak,” he reported. “Two lights on, one small window on the left—looks like the kitchen.” He swept his field glasses to the other side of the house. “Larger window on the right—living room.” He zoomed in closer. “Visual on female tango. Late-fifties, yellow housedress, asleep in a rocking chair. No one else in the room.”

He shifted his focus to the dirt driveway, where the rusted brown Volvo they’d glimpsed from the road remained parked. Could belong to Salib. Or it could mean she had a visitor.

“Noelle?” Morgan prompted. As usual, he sounded like he’d rather be addressing a sadistic dictator than speak to the woman.

Noelle, who was stationed at the rear of the house, reported back in an indifferent tone. “One window with a light on—bathroom, I think.

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