A Father's Sacrifice (Harlequin Intrigue #1021)

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Dylan Stryker looked down at his sleeping son. He'd been working with the virtual surgery program and missed Ben's bedtime again.In the dim glow of a caterpillar night-light, he watched his little boy's lips move slightly with each gentle breath. He looked so small, so innocentso vulnerable.Dylan's heart squeezed with guilt and grief and stinging regret. Looking away, his gaze landed on Ben's leg braces in the corner. In stark contrast to his son's softly lit face, the ultralight titanium sucked up the light greedily, shining with the stark whiteness of bones. They mocked him, a constant reminder that his child's handicap was his fault.Irony twisted his gut. He'd been named a hero for inventing the computer-driven leg supports. Now his own child couldn't walk without them, and it was because of him. He knelt and kissed Ben's cool cheek."I love you," he whispered. "I'd die for you if it would change the past."The bedroom door opened. It was Alfred.Dylan's senses went on full alert. His chief of security never interrupted him when he was with his son. He slipped quietly through the door to the hall."Sorry," Alfred said shortly."What is it? Another breach of the fence?" Next week was the third anniversary of the suspicious car crash that had killed his wife and injured his child. The vehicle that had run her off the road had never been found. And despite his and the government's best efforts to cover up Ben's survival, this time each year the tabloids always rehashed the sensationalistic rumors surrounding the crash.HORROR IN THE HAMPTONS.Mad Doctor Hides HideouslyMaimed Son In AirlessUnderground Dungeon.Alfred shook his head at the latest headline, his weathered face grim. "Campbell called me," he said. "We've been hacked."Dylan cursed. "How bad?" "In and out within a few seconds, according to Campbell. I should have waited until morning. Should have let you sleep." Alfred's face was lined with worry."No. I wasn't asleep. I need to know as soon as anything happens.""What for? So you have something else on your mind to keep you from sleeping? You couldn't have stopped the hacker."Dylan headed for the back stairs. "I could have tried." Alfred followed, laying a hand on Dylan's arm. "He's gone now. Go back to Ben. Try to get some sleep." "I can't sleep. You know that. I might as well work." Dylan rubbed his burning eyes."Son, this is almost certainly a domestic terrorist cell. Why don't you take NSA up on their offer of protection?"Dylan sighed. "I talked to them today." "You've decided to move to a secure location?" Hope tinged Alfred's gravelly voice. As proud as the ex-military man was of his security measures, he'd made it clear that he'd prefer having Dylan and Ben under the government protection.Dylan shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "We've had this conversation. I'm not sending Ben away. And I can't go with him. The interface hardware is at a critical pointtoo delicate to be moved, and we're still debugging the software. I can't afford to lose even a couple of days...." He heard the desperation in his own voice. Alfred knew as well as he did the real reason he was working night and day.Time was running out for Ben. "So why'd you call NSA?" "I