Dark Ops: Hotshot Part 24

Shay hooked a leg around his waist, and he scooped her the rest of the way up until she locked her ankles behind his back, her arms around his neck. She cupped his face and kissed him, water sliding between them and mingling with the taste of her in his mouth. He cupped her hips and raised her higher as he nuzzled his way down her neck, lingering along the curve of a breast.

Sighing, she stroked her hands over the smooth surface of his scalp, her bare thighs squeezing his waist before her lips fell to rest against the top of his head. Something hitched in his chest. He didn't know why, other than that something about the moment felt . . . intense. Control seeped from him as if riding the steam right up the vent.

He eased her away from him and set her firmly back on her feet. "I'll finish up here. You should start getting dressed. You don't want to be late for your big presentation."

The hearing wasn't scheduled to take place until the afternoon, but they had to arrive hours early for the security screening.

Smiling, she smacked him lightly on his b.u.t.t. "Spoil-sport."

While he finished shaving his head, he listened to her bustle in and out of the bathroom, her shape nothing but an outline on the other side of the fogged gla.s.s. He shifted the razor to his face. Time to do away with any category of relaxed grooming standards. Today, he would wear his service dress uniform for the official function.

A clean face later, he swiped his hand over his jaw and head until satisfied he hadn't missed a patch of bristle. He stepped out of the shower and into the empty bathroom.

His gut pitched, then he heard her hair dryer blowing in the other room. Still, he needed to keep her in sight every second in a professional capacity today. He tugged on his underwear and T-shirt, then slipped his uniform pants off the hanger. Routine took over like a checklist in the aircraft. Light blue b.u.t.ton-down with long tie. Black socks and high-sheen black shoes.

His wheel cap waited in the next room with Shay. He hooked the uniform jacket over his shoulder, stepped out of the bathroom, and stopped short.

He'd seen Shay in s.e.xy, leg-hugging jeans. He'd seen her gloriously naked. But this Shay was a new woman he hadn't met yet.

Striding closer one slow step at a time, he eyed her up and down in her pinstriped power suit. The thin skirt ending just at her knees showed off her killer legs. Simple gold at her neck and wrist shouted elegant. "Va-va-va-voom."

"Well h.e.l.lo to you, too, Major."

Her eyes, smoky with desire and a subtle eye shadow, slid to half-mast as she walked toward him on high-heeled pumps. Lord help him, he couldn't wait to see her in those shoes and nothing else.

He extended an arm. "We really don't have time for this."

She c.o.c.ked a hand on one hip. "Not even a quickie?"

"You're too pretty to mess up."

"Thank you-I think. You sound a little surprised."

"No insult intended. I'm just discovering a new side of you. Day-to-day, you're an earthy woman, minimal makeup, a shake-and-go haircut, jeans and T-shirt type. A natural beauty." He sketched his hands over her hair, down her curves, not touching, half afraid of messing something up on this perfectly put together woman. Then his gaze hitched on something familiar. "Of course you always have something flashy on your wrist."

Her arm twitched away from him.

Oh G.o.d. His eye snapped up to her face, his gut somewhere around his polished shoes. Carefully-giving himself time to think, to process-he draped his jacket over a chair. "Is that how you tried to kill yourself?"

She nodded, a hard swallow moving her neck.

He'd a.s.sumed she took a bottle of pills. He should have known better. The signs were there with the cutting on the inside of her thighs, yet for some reason his brain had shied away from this b.l.o.o.d.y, violent conclusion.

Okay. Deal with it. He touched her gold watch, more of a wide, clamp-style bracelet. "I don't know what to say except I'm so d.a.m.n glad it didn't work."

He skimmed a finger on the inside of her band.

She flinched again. "Don't. Please." She wobbled on her heels, backing away. Much farther, and she would be in the hall. "I don't know if I'm ready to show you."

Frustration kicked around inside him when he needed to think of Shay, of rea.s.suring her. "What happened between us against that door actually was a mistake, but not in the way you think." He advanced a step. "I'm not looking for casual s.e.x."

Her back met the wall. "I don't do that, no-strings s.e.x, I mean. What happened between us was an . . . uh . . . anomaly."

Anomaly? Not an encouraging word to say the least. "So if you don't have casual s.e.x, and you don't believe in marriage, are you planning to join a convent? Quite frankly, I can't see you in a penguin suit."

She toyed with her watch with fidgety fingers. "I never said I don't believe in marriage. I said happy ones are rare."

He closed the last three feet between them. "Something that rare is worth working for. So why"-he tapped her gold band-"are you holding back?"

She s.n.a.t.c.hed her wrist away-no involuntary flinch this time-and whipped past him with brisk strides. "What gives you the right to demand I lay myself bare, just because you've been in my life for a few days?"

He turned to watch her restless walk. "We have a lot more history than that, and you know it. Why do you insist on putting the negative spin on things?"

She spun on her heel and snapped, "That's unfair."

"I don't think so, not when it comes to relationships." Thoughts connected for him, giving power to the notion, taking it down a path he didn't want to go. He hoped she would surprise him with a detour. "Look at how you've reacted to every good thing that's happened between us."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're shutting us down again by holding back." He could see her shutting down even now.

What would it take to break through walls that high?

He yanked his uniform jacket off the back of the chair and stuffed his arms inside. "Everything your father does, you see in a negative light." Anger sending him on autopilot, he fastened the b.u.t.tons, checked the rows of ribbons and silver wings above them. "Your father may have made mistakes, but he's doing everything he can to save your life now."

Uniform crisp and in place, he looked up. At her. Ah h.e.l.l.

Shay stood stone still, staring at him, her lips pursed tight. "Of course you would see it that way." She waved her hand to encompa.s.s his uniform. "You spent most of your teenage life wanting to be my dad, right down to your save-the-world chest of awards."

"Now you're the one being unfair."

"Are you sure?" Rather than backing down this time, she stalked closer. "When I think back, every time something dangerous happened to me or I showed some vulnerability, you were all over me."

"That's total bull."

"Am I just another cause for you?" Her high heels brought her nearly nose to nose with him. "Something to save or fix?"

Defeat derailed him like an oil slick on a wet highway. "You're not going to accept what we have here, are you?"

He could already see her negative answer gathering force behind her darkening brown eyes. Her chest heaved inside her sleek suit coat. He could have kissed that pink lipstick right off her, and within two seconds flat she would be totally turned on. So would he. She would be distracted from the fight-for now.

Eventually they would be right back here.

A knock echoed through the door.

Vince hauled his focus back to where it should have been all along. Keeping Shay safe. His uniform shoes squeaked as he walked across the carpet, not as comfortable or broken in as his boots.

Or maybe they just pinched right now like everything else in his life.

He stopped at the door, peered through the peephole. Agent Wilson. He flipped the locks and opened.

Paulina Wilson filled the door in her own power suit. She glanced from him to Shay and back again. "Is everything okay here?"

"Fine." Shay picked up her black leather case containing her speech and laptop, keeping her eyes steadfastly off him. "I'm ready to go."

"Good." Paulina gave them a skeptical look but continued as if nothing were wrong. "I'll be riding in the limousine with the two of you. You also mentioned an interest in speaking with the aide that visited the community center yesterday. He works with Congressman Mooney. I thought you would appreciate the chance to speak with him one-on-one."

She gestured for Shay to precede her out the door. Vince didn't much like being dismissed by Shay, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it now, and with the way she was squeezing her watch tighter on her wrist, he feared later wouldn't be any better. He reached onto the top shelf of the closet and pulled down his uniform wheel cap. Tucking the round hat under his arm, he followed the women into the hall.

"Ah, here comes Congressman Mooney's aide now." Paulina pointed down the hall, gesturing to the young man padding down the corridor in top-of-the-line loafers and a designer suit paired with a baseball tie. "Shay Ba.s.sett, Vince Deluca"-she paused-"meet Anthony Lewis."

NINETEEN.

Her "perfect" day sucked.

Sitting by Special Agent Wilson, Shay wished she could savor this accomplishment, riding in a limousine on her way to the hearing, finally bringing together a dream.

Instead, it felt like her world was falling apart.

She peered through her lashes at the source of her frustration sitting across from her in the limo, beside Mr. Lewis, neck deep in conversation. Vince filled the leather seat with his bulk and military presence. As much as she cringed at reminders of her father, she couldn't deny how flipping hot Vince looked in his service dress uniform with all those rows of ribbons topped by silver wings. Yet she couldn't deny memories of her dad in the same uniform.

Things had actually been going so well with Vince. At least they'd moved from the door to the bed. Sure, she'd shied away from thoughts about the future, but for the first time in longer than she could remember, she'd been happy. What was wrong with living in the moment?

And the icing on the cake? There had been a wreck downtown that caused a traffic jam, making them late.

A drink from the limo's minibar sure would be nice.

Limousines ahead of theirs snaked closer to Case Western Reserve University in a well-guarded procession past white stone and redbrick buildings. Mammoth modern art sculptures and fountains broke up the woodsy scenery along their way deeper into the campus. With Brody in custody, authorities weren't as worried about the threats that started with those calls, but par for the course, they were concerned about protestors.

And they still hadn't answered the question of who Brody answered to. Could he simply be an angry youth acting alone? Possible. But they couldn't be certain until he opened up more.

Vince would be attending with her while his crew buddies flew their monitors, sending info via earpieces to him and other security personnel stationed around the Case Western campus.

Lewis turned from Vince to her. "Miss Ba.s.sett, I enjoyed your presentation yesterday afternoon at the community center."

Another moment she should be reveling in-and making the most of.

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to speak before you left." She hoped he had sway with Congressman Mooney. "I'm glad you were able to stop by the center during your time here. We appreciate your willingness to see our operation up close."

"The congressman is all about these kids. He even puts his money where his mouth is. One of his scholarship funds enabled me to put my old life on the streets behind me and get a fresh start. Much as the major here changed his ways."

Shay sat up straighter in the b.u.t.ter-soft leather seat. She'd done her research on the congressman, and even she hadn't known this about him, or about one of his staff members. She struggled to keep from looking at Paulina Wilson to see if the agent knew either.

Vince locked his eyes on her, clouds still shifting behind the deep blue. "Miss Ba.s.sett and her father have a way of reaching these kids."

His determination to push her b.u.t.tons when it came to her father left Shay digging her nails into the backs of her thighs.

"People like the Ba.s.setts," Lewis continued, "like you, Major, and like the congressman could really put a dent in that way of life."

"Way of life?" Vince's eyebrows rose. "More like a dead-end existence."

At least she and Vince agreed on something.

The looming redbrick gymnasium ahead cut short further conversation. They'd arrived at their destination. Cars and people packed the driveway and lots, her late arrival actually increasing the amount of media exposure.

The limo slid to a stop. Her stomach lurched.

Lewis reached for his briefcase. "Well, that brings our discussion to an end for now. Good luck to you, Miss Ba.s.sett. I'll have my eye on you today."

The chauffeur opened the door, a gust of muggy summer air sweeping inside. Shay followed special Agent Wilson out onto the cement walkway leading to the stairs. Security lined the roped-off path, forming a wall between them and- Camera flashbulbs snapped repeatedly, blinding her.

A hand palmed her back, startling her. She searched for security, then relaxed as the feel became familiar. Vince. How could he be so comforting and infuriating at the same time?

He leaned close to her ear, his aftershave teasing her nose and her rocky emotions. "Stay vertical."

"Excuse me?"

"Biker lingo for ride safe. Good luck." He squeezed her waist lightly before ushering her toward the stairs and doors.

As much as she appreciated the encouragement, frustration knocked around inside her. Why did he have to insist on such timetables and benchmarks for revealing their emotions?

She pressed a hand to her head. G.o.d, this wasn't the time or place. She needed to find her composure and get through the afternoon. The crowd grew thicker and thicker as she pressed through the first layer of security. There would be two more checkpoints to clear.

The press of bodies made her claustrophobic.

She glanced over her shoulder, but the crowd had already sealed Vince and the agent out of sight. She'd been briefed ahead of time about going to a quiet room before the hearing. Thank goodness, because she could use a reprieve from the noise and shoving and raw emotions.

Lewis tipped his head down to hers, steering her past gold-plated awards and gla.s.s trophy cabinets. "It's a security nightmare out here. I'll escort you to the waiting room."

"I thought Agent Wilson would do that."

"That's what aides are for."

His logic made sense. She glanced back again. The crowd had thinned, and still she didn't see Vince or the agent.

Wariness crept over her the quieter the hall became. Her intuition shouted, Run, run, run, but she had no logical reason to feel that way. This was a congressman's aide, for crying out loud. She needed to win him over, not totally alienate him. Sure, he'd said he used to be a gang member, but look at Vince. She'd made it her mission to believe these kids could be saved.

Sometime during her rambling thoughts they'd entered it into a deserted hall. Where were the police? She searched for security cameras along the ceiling but turned another corner before she could locate one. Could any of Vince's little bugs be flying around?

She didn't hear so much as a buzz.

"This way." Lewis tapped her elbow, nudging her left.