Will Parker watched Rayne walk back to the sofa a few minutes later, her face the color of chalk, her arms wrapped around her stomach again.
In the middle of the room, she paused and looked around with tears filling her eyes. "I keep expecting Ethan to dash out of his playroom," she whispered, looking at Parker, her green eyes swimming with tears. "I want my baby. I want to see him smile at me. You have to promise me you'll get him back unharmed. Please, promise me you will."
"Let's talk about the ransom money first—"
"I don't have that much money!" she cried. "Weren't you listening to me? I can't raise 1 billion dollars within hours. I'm not sure I can raise a hundred million dollars, but I'll start trying." Suddenly she launched into feverish haste, heading for her phone on the table beside the sofa. "I'll call my banker—"
"No, you won't," Parker said shortly. "You'll call Ethan's father."
