One arm under her head, she rested against the door, her dark hair lying silky and thick against her shoulder and arm. She looked delicate and young, her smooth complexion and unlined skin pale in the light from the dashboard. If he looked closely enough, would he notice a slight swelling of her abdomen? Some other telltale sign of her pregnancy? A baby. His baby. Ford still couldn’t quite believe it. Believe it or not, you’re going to be a father. Ford frowned, pulling out his cell phone, dialing Special Agent McGraw’s number and waiting impatiently while it rang several times. Finally, McGraw answered. “McGraw here.” “It’s Ford Jensen. We’ve just hit Billings.” “Good. I’ve got a team lined up to offer twenty-four hour protection at a safe house in the area.” “You’re not going to move us to a new location?” “The team discussed it, but we think the Martinos will be expecting that. What they won’t expect is for us to keep Olivia in Montana.” “You hope that’s not what they’ll expect.”
