Troubleshooters - Into The Night Part 27

He didn't blame her.

"Well, I don't want to go back, either," he told her quietly. "But I have to."

"Maybe you don't," she said.

"Yes," he said. "I do. Will you help me write that letter, Charles?" He finally turned to look at her. "Please?"

"No," she said, and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Mary Lou's heart sank as Kelly held open the door for her with a smile and a gla.s.s of beer in her hand. "Come on in." She turned toward the kitchen. "Hey, everyone, Mary Lou is here."

The friendly smile sure was nice, but oh, Lord, she hadn't even considered the fact that there'd be alcohol at this thing.

Mary Lou clung to her handbag as she followed Kelly into a brightly lit kitchen that opened into a living area on one side and a dining area on the other. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that much bigger than her own house.

The windows were bigger, though.

Sliding gla.s.s doors in both rooms opened onto a deck and framed a view of a neatly kept backyard filled with flower gardens and surrounded on all sides by other neatly kept backyards.

"Hey, Mary Lou," Lt. John Nilsson's wife, Meg, greeted her with a wave of a corn chip from her perch at the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area. Her baby girl, Robin, was just a few months older than Haley, yet somehow Meg had managed to slim right down to her pre-pregnancy weight without any trouble at all.

Despite her apparent diet of corn chips and beer.

G.o.d, Mary Lou hated her. She gave Meg a big smile. "Hey, Meg. How's Robin and Amy?" Meg was also more than ten years older than Mary Lou, with a twelve-year-old daughter from her failed first marriage.

"Let's just say that it's three years, ten months, and fourteen days until Ames learns to drive, and between now and then I'll clock three hundred thousand miles," Meg said. "Sailing lessons, dance, theater cla.s.ses, soccer . . ." She laughed. "I'm not working at all right now, and to be honest, I love every minute of it."

She exchanged some kind of pointed look with Kellya" obviously there was an unspoken understanding between the two women. Mary Lou felt a yawning, empty hole in her chest.

Why couldn't Meg be her best friend? What was so great about Kelly Ashton, who wasn't even married to Commander Paoletti?

Somewhere outside, a lawn mower started with a roar.

"Everyone, this is Mary Lou," Kelly announced, crossing to the sliders and pushing them closed against the noise.

There were five women in the kitchen and the only one Mary Lou knew besides Meg was Teri Wolchonok, beauty to the beast who was the SEAL team's heart-stoppingly scary Senior Chief Stan Wolchonok. Delicately pretty Teri actually flew helicoptersa"helos, as the SEALs called thema"for the Coast Guard.

"You know Meg and Teri," Kelly said to Mary Lou. She gestured to a slender young woman who looked an awful lot like Gwyneth Paltrow, only with darker hair. "This is Christy, who's dating Mark Jenkins, and Shondaa""

"Who used to datea"past tense, honeya"Chief Wayne 'the Duke' Jefferson. "The Duke.' Can you believe that?" Shonda was a very dark-skinned African-American woman with short-cropped hair that she'd dyed blond, and a wide smile that lit her from within. "What kind of grown man walks around calling himself 'the Duke'? I gave him up last year for Lent and decided to make it permanent. I come to these 'Wheels Up, Whoops, I'm Sleeping Alone Again Tonight' parties to remind myself that my decision to ditch the man was a smart one."

"Instead you sleep alone every night," teased a womana"a girl, reallya"who was still dressed in a waitress uniform. She held out her hand to Mary Lou. "I'm Ellen."

"What do you know from sleeping alone?" Shonda countered. "Ellen's spending time with Jay Lopeza"and everyone and their baby sister knows our little Lopez has taken a vow of celibacy." She turned to Christy. "Or was that Jenk?"

"No, it definitely wasn't Mark." Christy laughed as if that were a very funny joke.

"Well, it sure as h.e.l.l wasn't 'the Duke,'" Shonda said. "And check out that look on Joan's face. She's thinking' What are these lunatics talking about?' "

"Joan DaCosta's visiting from Washington," Kelly told Mary Lou. "She works at the White House."

"So ix-nay on the President Bryant okes-jay," Shonda said.

"Who's celibate?" Joan asked. "I definitely missed something here. Slow it down a little. Have mercy on me and explain some of these inside jokes."

Joan DaCostaa"thank the Lorda"had an even bigger b.u.t.t than Mary Lou. She really hated being the fattest woman in the room.

She moved over to the windows as the women continued their banter, feeling decidedly like an outsider. Even Joan, a visitor from the East Coast, was more comfortable here than she was.

"Jay Lopez is celibate, and Christy had breast implants," Kelly was explaining.

"Yeah, right," Christy said with a snort. "I went to the plastic surgeon and said, 'Gee, Doctor, I long to be a whopping 32B. Can you help me out?'"

The room erupted in laughter.

"Mike Muldoon is gay," Kelly continued, "and Cosmo Richter... Say it with me, now!"

"Was recruited to join the SEALs from his cell in the lifers wing of a federal penitentiary." Nearly all of the women finished in unison before dissolving into more laughter.

"Well, I kind of believe the one about Cosmo," Joan said. Despite her big b.u.t.t, she was really very pretty when she laughed.

Outside the sliding door, in the next yard over, a man was cutting the gra.s.s. Was that... ? Could it be ... Ihbraham? Mary Lou tried to look closer just as he disappeared behind some shrubbery, and knocked her heada"pretty harda"against the gla.s.s. Which, of course, Kelly and Meg both noticed. They pretended not to, but Mary Lou knew they saw.

G.o.d, she was an idiot. Way to fit in. She moved away from the slider, rubbing her head when no one was looking.

"You wouldn't believe the rumors out there," Teri was saying to Joan. "Stan and I have a hot tub in our backyard, where apparently we have orgies every weekend."

"But you never invite me," the other women all said in unison.

More laughter. Mary Lou forced a smile.

There were four different bottles of wine out on the kitchen counter, along with gla.s.ses.

"Help yourself, Mary Lou," Christy said to her with a smile. "It's a self-serve party. You want it, you get it yourself. Beer's in the fridge."

Kelly slapped her forehead. "Oh, shoot!"

"What?"

"Mary Lou, I'm pretty sure there's some soda in here." Kelly opened the refrigerator. "Tom actually likes to drink that high octane root beer, or..." She opened the freezer. "I could mix up a can of lemonade?"

Mary Lou moved into the kitchen area. "I'll just have water."

"We have cranberry juice... ?"

"That would be great," she said. She hated cranberry juice, but Kelly was determined to offer her something.

"I'm really sorry." Kelly poured the juice into one of the winegla.s.ses.

"It's all right," Mary Lou said as she took the gla.s.s, even though the sight of those wine bottles on that counter were driving her crazy. G.o.d, she needed some air.

But Kelly closed the kitchen window as the sound of the lawn mower got louder. "Figures Ihbraham would show up today."

Mary Lou stopped looking at the bottles of wine. "Ihbraham Rahman?"

Kelly laughed in surprise. "Yeah. Do you know him?"

"He does yard work in our neighborhood. He's really good."

"And apparently quite reasonable. He's out here two or three times a week. Everyone's hiring him."

"I'm glad to hear he's doing so well," Mary Lou said. "He told me that his business is pretty new. He's been working hard to get clients."

Kelly laughed. "Yeah, he keeps telling me two months are free with a yearlong contract. But Tom's really into gardening. It's therapeutic, believe it or not. The flowers out there are his."

Mary Lou moved to the window to look out. "Wow." Their gardens were quite lovely. She never would have guessed in a million years that Commander Paoletti liked growing flowers.

"I've got a total brown thumb," Kelly said. "I told Ihbraham I'd definitely call him if Tom's ever out of town for any length of time."

With a smile, she led Mary Lou back toward the rest of the women. They were still talking about the rumors that were constantly being spread about the SEALs.

"What I want to know is, has anyone ever seen Mike Muldoon with a woman?" Ellen asked.

"I think he really is gay," Christy agreed.

"Why do you think that?" Joan asked. "I've spent some time with him lately, and I don't get that impression at all."

Teri cleared her throat. "He's not gay. I went on a date with him once."

The entire group turned to look at her. They all started talking at once, but Shonda was the loudest. She whooped. "The quiet women always have the biggest secrets! When was this and why is the man still alive? I would have thought dear ol' Stanley would've killed him and scattered his various body parts clear across the state by now."

"Actually, Stan set us up," Teri said. "It was ... a while ago. Back when he was a little confused about our relationship. Back when he thought it was just a friendship." She smiled. "Back before I convinced him he was wrong."

"So did you and Mike... you know?"

"No!" Teri said, laughing. "It was just a date. Nothing happened. We had dinner. We talked. Mostly about Stan."

"So didn't he, like, make a move on you?" Christy asked. "Like, hey, baby, you show me yours, I'll show you mine?"

"No, he didn't," Teri said. "He's pretty shy. He was very nice."

"So how does that prove anything?" Shonda asked. "He was very nice. Hmmm. Nice. In fact, I think it proves that he is gay."

"No, it doesn't," Kelly said. "It proves that he's polite and respectful of women. Some men just need a little encouragement in the love department."

"I'd like to meet one of them for a change. The men I know need encouragement only when it comes to picking up their laundry and putting the toilet seat back down," Shonda said, and everyone laughed.

"You're Sam Starrett's wife, right?" Joan asked Mary Lou. "I met him yesterday. He's... impressive. There's got to be a lot of rumors circulating about him, huh?"

The room fell instantly silent.

No one looked at Mary Lou. It was worse than if they'd all stared at her, because this way she knew they'd actually heard the rumors. And this way she knew they thought those rumors were true. She wanted to shrink down to about an inch tall and run underneath the sofa.

"There's always a lot of rumors about everyone a.s.sociated with the teams," Kelly said brightly. "How about we decide what we want on our pizzas?"

Shonda and Christy started arguing about anchovies, and the moment pa.s.sed.

"I said something really wrong, didn't I?" Joan asked Mary Lou in a low voice. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to..."

"The rumor is that I purposely got myself pregnant so Sam would have to marry me," Mary Lou told her just as quietly.

Joan cringed. "Ouch. That sucks."

"Yeah," Mary Lou said. "Excuse me."

She went into the kitchen, where Kelly was making a list of the various pizza toppings over by those f.u.c.king too-tempting bottles of wine. "What do you like on your pizza?" she asked.

"I'm sorry." Mary Lou set her untouched gla.s.s of juice down on the counter. "I really can't stay. I promised the sitter..."

That was a very transparent lie, and Kelly wasn't fooled. "I'm sorry, too," she said quietly. "I wasn't thinking. We just always have wine and beer and ... Sam says you're really doing well. Eighteen months sober is really great. It's quite an accomplishment."

"Thanks." Of course it didn't really compare with Kelly's accomplishmentsa"going through medical school and becoming a doctor. Sure, she sounded sincere instead of patronizing, but Mary Lou didn't trust her. She didn't trust any of them. And she wanted to get the h.e.l.l out of there.

Now.

Before she burst into tears.

"You know, I can order bottles of soda with the pizzas," Kelly suggested. "We'll put the wine and beer away anda"

"Oh, no, I don't want you to do that. It's really not a problem for me," Mary Lou lied. "It's just... I'm on a diet and pizza isn't... besides, Haley was really cranky when I dropped her off at the sitter's and..."

Kelly was dubious. "Are you sure? We cana"

"Very. Thank you so much for inviting me."

"Well, it was nice seeing you."

Yeah, they were both lying their a.s.ses off now. Mary Lou could practically smell the other woman's relief that she was leaving. "I'll let myself out. Please tell everyone that I'm sorry I couldn't stay."

And with that she was out of there. She practically ran down the hall and pushed her way out the front door.

She ran down the driveway and stood there for a moment, stunned that her car wasn't there, until she remembered she was driving Sam's truck.

The relief that flooded her was too much, and she stood there, at the end of the driveway, taking big gulps of fresh air as she tried not to cry.

Lord, was it too much to ask to have a friend? The only person she could really call her friend was Janine, who had moved across the country to Florida, leaving Mary Lou here, all alone.

"Mary Lou?"