Shed lived in the moment. Shed had a two-week-long, incredibly passionate affair with a tall, dark stranger. And the rest, as they say, was history.
All that mattered now was facing Jeff and telling him what shed been unable to tell him for so long. And hope she could get the words out before one of her brothers killed him.
Two
Jeff left his borrowed car in the parking lot of the Shore Breakers hotel and walked the five blocks to Kellys house. In this tiny beachside town, most of the residential streets were one-way and it was almost impossible to find a parking spot. And besides, it felt good to walk down quiet streets without having to worry about watching his back. He smiled to himself as he realized not for the first time that going out on those dangerous missions to every far-flung corner of the world never failed to make him appreciate the simple freedom of taking an afternoon stroll.
A car horn honked, the driver shouted and Jeff chuckled, preferring the everyday noises to that of gunfire pinging over his head. But even as that thought rushed through his mind, he pushed it on and out. Now wasnt the time to be thinking of the job. For the next month, all he wanted to think about was Kelly.
Hed been looking forward to this too much to spoil it now.
A cool breeze scuttled down the length of the narrow street and carried the scent of the ocean along with it. Jeff walked with the wind and felt it pushing him along, though he didnt need any encouragement.
Hell, hed checked into his hotel room, dumped his bag on the bed and left, headed for Kellys house. He didnt really need the hotel room, of course. He could have stayed on base. But when he was on leave, Jeff liked to get completely away from the job. He had a lot of unused pay stored up and besides, after eighteen months of roughing it in some very uncomfortable spots, he figured hed earned a few luxuries. Like that giant Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.
He smiled to himself and quickened his step a bit. Oh, yeah, he wanted to get Kelly into that oversize tub, turn up the heaton the water, as well as Kellyand do a little experimenting beneath the pulse of those jets.
His body stiffened instantly. Man. He rolled his shoulders and shook his head. Better watch the direction of his thoughts, or he wouldnt be able to walk. But it seemed the closer he got to Kellys place, the more difficult it was to think of anything but her. Of putting his hands on her, feeling the brush of her breath on his face.
And that just naturally made his body sit up and take notice.
A whoop of laughter shattered his thoughts as a group of kids on skateboards and scooters raced by. Their voices hung in the clear air like pictures of innocence. Hell, Jeff didnt even remember being that young. That carefree. He pulled one hand from his pocket and scraped it across his jaw.
Hed gone from his last foster home directly into the Corps and had never looked back. Hadnt seemed to be much point in remembering the past. It hadnt been much fun living it, so why the hell would he want to waste time on memory lane?
Jeff glanced over his shoulder to make sure the street was clear, then loped across the narrow road, easing his way between two parked cars. The houses here were crouched together on skinny lots with postage-stamp-sized yards. But he supposed living less than a block from the beach was compensation enough. Most of the places were at least fifty years old, though some had been remodeled recently, going up two, sometimes three stories. Kids and dogs littered the street, the whole place looked like a fifties movie set and ordinarily it was exactly the kind of place Jeff would have avoided like the plague.
Thats a hell of a note, he muttered, smiling. When a man feels more comfortable on a battlefield than in a neighborhood.
Still, seeing Kelly again would make it all worth it. If she was home. If she was still interested. If she even wanted to see him. A whole lot of ifs in there, he told himself, and locked his gaze on the house just ahead. Kellys place.
It looked like a miniature fairy-tale cottage. Complete with rounded turret. Shed told him her late grandmother had left it to her, but Jeff couldnt imagine anyone but Kelly living in it. It suited her, from the neatly trimmed hedges and flowers to the slate-gray tiles on the roof.
And now that he was here, he wasnt going to waste another minute admiring the damn house.
Lifting the latch on the gate in the pale yellow picket fence, he pushed it open, smiling again at the familiar creak. He slid a quick glance at the driveway, noting the navy-blue Explorer. Did she have visitors, or had she bought a new car while he was gone? Hell. Maybe he shouldnt have just left a message on her answering machine saying when he was coming over. Maybe he should have actually talked to her. For all he knew, she didnt have any interest at all in seeing him.
But it was too late now, he thought. If she was busy, hed leave. And as he recalled, she didnt have any trouble speaking her mind, so if she didnt want to see him, shed say so. But hed waited too long to head back to the hotel now without even a glimpse of her. And if her visitor was a new boyfriend? Hell. Hed face that bridge if he came to it.
Decision made, he moved up the walk, took the two short steps to the porch and reached for the dragons-head knocker on the heavy oak door. Lifting it, he smacked it twice on the pewter plate, then stood back smiling and waited.
When the door opened, his grin faded. Hed been expectinghopingto see a short redhead smiling up at him.
Instead, a Marine with dark brown hair and narrowed green eyes glared at him. You Jeff Hunter? he asked.
Instinctively, Jeff went on full alert. His own gaze narrowed in return. Okay, so this little reunion wasnt starting out just the way hed planned. He tried to see past the man into the house, but he was taking up the whole damn doorway.
Who are you? he asked.
The Marine stiffened. Im asking the questions here. You Jeff Hunter?
Yeah, he said, whats th?
The big man moved so fast, Jeff didnt have a chance to react. Before he could get out of the way, a fist plowed into his face, snapping his head back and filling his mouth with the coppery taste of blood. Pain exploded inside his head and his ears rang with it.
Damn, it had been years since hed been blindsided like that. And generally, when he was punched, he had some idea why.
Ive been waiting to meet you, the guy said, and stepped out of the house, swinging that ham-like fist again. This time, though, Jeff was braced and ready. Head still pounding, he ducked under the blow and came up fighting.
His fist slammed into the other mans belly. Who the hell are you? he demanded even as he threw another punch after the first.
No answer. Just a forearm around Jeffs neck and a quick, flying trip to the tidy front lawn.
He rolled and came up on the balls of his feet, crouched and prepared for attack or defense. This was what hed been trained for, after all. But he usually liked to know just who the hell he was fighting.
And somehow, it didnt sit right, pounding on a fellow Marine. But he didnt have much choice when the other man charged him, head down and bellowing like a bull. He got in a good shot and Jeff hit the ground. Thats it. Marine or not, youre goin down, he promised as he jumped to his feet.