berserk and tried to find them, but I was too late.”
Gena watched as he lowered his head and swallowed. “I was too late.” The pain etched on his face spoke of just exactly how far off the deep end he’d gone. But when he looked back up at her, he wore a mask of calm. “Because of that, I got sent to a retreat—to rest and regroup—as my superiors put it. Trapped in a desolate place while my pregnant wife lay in a coma. She died, Gena, but not before the baby was delivered. Devon decided to take the baby. My baby. I should have been told the truth. I should have had the chance to decide for myself.”
Gena blinked back the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Eli. I know how it feels to lose someone you love.”
“I’m sure you do. But do you know how it feels to be deceived and tricked by everyone you trusted?”
Gena shook her head. “Devon thought he was helping you by protecting your son.”
He leaned forward. “I should have been the one protecting the boy. That’s why I’m here now. I’m so afraid someone will come after him again.” He sank back in his chair. “The way they did my wife.”
Gena trembled at that thought. “Have you heard something? Tell me, Eli.”
He shrugged. “It’s just a feeling, chère.”
Gena’s pulse burned a beat through her temple. “You can’t just come in here and say that. What do you know?”
“More than I knew back then,” he retorted. “I know I have a son and now I’m going to take care of him, no matter what CHAIM thinks.”
Figuring he was just trying to scare her, Gena reminded herself that she’d been the one watching over Scotty for a long time now. “And what would you have done back then, if you’d known? I think I can answer that. You went out on a vigilante mission and no one could locate you. And by the time they’d found you, it was too late. You were in no shape to do anything, and if you’d known, you would have come back—”
“Back to my wife and my child,” he finished. “You don’t know what I went through.”
“I think I do,” she said, compassion softening her words. “I lost my husband to CHAIM, remember?” She could talk of pain and longing, but she wouldn’t give him any more ammunition to use against her. “That kind of pain paralyzes a person. You almost went mad with grief and anger. Devon wanted to protect you and Scotty. Maybe his motives weren’t pure and maybe his reasoning was out of whack, but his heart was on your side. He agonized over his decision, but he was trying to help.”
Eli slammed his hand down hard against the table. “You and Devon have no idea what agony is. No idea at all.”
Gena didn’t know how to reach him. Since the cold night her brother had called her all those years ago asking her to take in Scotty, she’d heard all about the Cajun from Louisiana. She knew the Disciple was the most dangerous of the whole CHAIM team, knew he hadn’t joined CHAIM so much as a true believer, but as someone who only wanted to measure up to his absent father’s heroic status. He’d only wanted to prove to his bitter grandfather that he was worthy. But Eli’s heart had never been centered on the true cause of CHAIM, to help and protect Christians in danger through amnesty, intervention and ministry. Eli lived for the danger, but from what she’d heard, he sure didn’t seem to live to serve Christ.
“Eli,” she said, hoping to make him understand, “you’ve come so far. You survived a near-breakdown, a gunshot wound from your grandfather and…Lydia told me you’ve been studying your Bible and trying to find God’s love in your life. So why are you doing this?”
He sat like a giant statue, his face chiseled in rock, his eyes shining with the hardness of unearthed coal. “I want my son with me. I never had the luxury of a father growing up. I want him with me, no matter what.”
Gena cupped her hands together as if in prayer. “Do you hear yourself? No matter what? What does that mean, exactly? That you’ll do whatever it takes to just pull him away from me, without any consideration for his feelings or mine? Did you even bother to think this through? Does Devon know you’re here?”
“Devon has no right to stop me.” He leaned back, frustration coloring his tanned skin as he raked a hand over his dark shaggy hair. “And let me see if I can answer your questions to your satisfaction. Number one—I’ve had plenty of time to consider everyone’s feelings in this situation, including my own. Number two—I’ve had nothing else to think about since the night my grandfather died and I got shot—the night your brother informed me that I had a son. And number three—Dev does not know I’m here. That man is busy planning his wedding to Lydia. Why bother him with all the details of my torment and my shame?”
Gena put her hands on the table. “I need to call him.”
Eli had her hands in his before she could get out of the chair and to the phone. “Do not call your brother. This is between me and you. Here, right now. That’s why I left without telling him.”
“You didn’t tell him because you know what he would have said.”
“You’re right there, belle. I don’t have to take orders from Devon Malone.” He held her hands in his with an iron grip, but it wasn’t a cruel hold. More like a plea for her to stop. “I’m not going to do anything to hurt you or the boy. I just wanted to…see him.” His hands went soft over hers. “I just wanted to see him and make sure he was safe.”
Tears pricked at Gena’s eyes. She could see the love Eli had for Scotty there in the shadows around his dark eyes. She knew that same fierce love inside her heart. And she had no right to Scotty, no legal right. Eli could take him by force, or he could just take him. Period. How could she fight that? Worse, how could she fight the pain and torment this man had felt for the last few years? For all of his life.
“I won’t call Devon yet,” she finally said, the heat from his hands making her too aware of him. “But I can’t let you take Scotty away from me. I can’t. I love him so much. Please think about this. You can sleep on the couch tonight, and we’ll talk again in the morning. But understand I’ll be guarding him all night long.”
She watched as his soul went into war. Gena could see it all there like a storm cloud on his face, the pain, the shame, the anger and then as the deep slashes of fatigue caught up with him, the resolve. “You don’t have to guard the boy from me, catin. I am not a thief in the night. I’m just a father who wants to…know his son.”
“I understand that and I want that for you,” she said, a shudder of deep relief sliding down her spine. “If you’d like to stay here in Captive Cove for a while, I can let you have one of the other cottages. There’s a small one right next door. It’s yours for as long as you want.”
“How about for a lifetime?” he said, the words a harsh whisper.
Gena didn’t know how to respond to that question. This man was so different from anyone she’d ever met. He was like the night, dark and mysterious and dangerous. His clipped Cajun accent and the way he spoke the English language with such a colloquial French twist, made her heart do funny little things. Lydia had warned her about Eli. Not about the dangers inside the man, but about the vulnerable darkness that he tried so hard to hide. It was there now in his eyes, in his expression, in the way he sat staring at her like a caged, wounded animal.
And she had always had a soft spot for hurt creatures of any kind. “Eli, you can stay and get to know your son, but on my terms. All right?”
“Do I have any other choice?” he said, getting up to stalk to the sink. “Captive Cove! Now that is a fitting name for this place if ever there was one.” Then he turned and came to tower over her. “But you need to understand one thing yourself. I’m only doing this your way for the boy’s sake. Got that?”
She bobbed her head. “We can agree on that, at least.”
He lifted a hand in the air. “Just give me the key to the cottage. I don’t want to stay in here.”