Just One Kiss
Page 26“Sorry you have to share your bed,” she said, pointing to the array next to him.
He raised one bare shoulder. “The frog is my favorite.”
“Lillie’s, too. When she was little, she kept waiting for him to turn into a prince. She was hoping he would agree to be her baby brother.” She moved toward the bed. “Do you need to get up and use the restroom?”
She wasn’t sure how she was going to maneuver him there and back, but she would make the effort.
“Already went about an hour ago.”
“You got up?”
“It beats making a mess in the bed.”
“You’re not supposed to get up.”
“I’m supposed to take it easy for the next few days,” he corrected. “I was there, Patience. I know what the doctor said.”
“Were you also there when he yelled at you for leaving the hospital in D.C. too early and for nearly bleeding out in my store?”
“I remember a little of that conversation, yes.”
She crossed to the bed and pulled the desk chair close, then sat down. “How are you feeling?”
“Like crap, but better than I did.”
“You lost a lot of blood.”
She started to reach for his hand, then pulled back, not sure if she should. It had been different in the hospital. She wasn’t sure how, but it had been.
He solved the problem by grabbing her hand in his.
“I’m sorry I spoiled the grand opening,” he said.
“You didn’t. You made it memorable.”
One corner of his mouth twitched. “How they’ll be talking.”
“Exactly. It makes my place part of the story, so they’ll be lining up to see where handsome Justice Garrett was shot.”
“I wasn’t shot there.”
“They won’t worry about details like that.” She studied his strong hands, then looked into his eyes. “Can I ask where in the world you were shot?”
“I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.”
“The civilian equivalent of classified?”
He nodded.
She knew so little about him, she thought. She could find him in the dark by scent or touch, but she knew almost nothing about what he did with his day. Where he went, who he worked for. He was a man who disappeared for several days and then came home with a gunshot wound.
“It scares me,” she murmured.
She thought he might ask for clarification, but instead he squeezed her hand.
“I’m nearly done with them. I’m going to be here, opening the academy.”
“Is that going to be enough? You won’t crave the excitement?”
“I’m ready for a change.”
“This is a small town. Are you sure it’s what you want? Maybe you’d be happier in the big city.”
He smiled. “Do you really call other places ‘the big city’?”
She grinned. “Of course, but we always use a condescending tone when we say it.” Her humor faded as she realized he hadn’t answered the question. “You’re not a kid anymore. You can’t be anonymous in a place like this. Everyone knows everything about you. You’ll be expected to get involved. To show up at events and not almost bleed to death.”
“I want you to be sure before you get in any deeper...with the town.”
She didn’t want him to make promises he couldn’t or wouldn’t keep. Because sometime between Felicia showing up and the second he’d collapsed in front of her store, she’d accepted that she was in love with Justice. It wasn’t smart and she wasn’t sure it was going to end well, but she’d given away her heart.
“I came back, Patience.”
“What if that’s not enough? Where did you go and why did you get shot? Who is in your past? What have you done and is it going to be okay now?”
“All good questions,” he told her. “This probably isn’t the time to get into them.”
She glanced at the cat-shaped clock on the nightstand. “You’re right. I’m going to be late.”
He squeezed her fingers, then released her. “We’ll talk,” he said. “I’ll answer all your questions.”
“Okay.” She rose and put the chair back by the desk, then crossed to the bed and kissed him. “Go back to sleep.”
“I will.”
For a second she stared into his dark blue eyes and told herself everything was going to be fine. They would talk and she would find out everything she needed to know. But would the answers make things better, or make things worse? Because finding out the truth wasn’t always happy news.
* * *
ABOUT SEVEN-thirty that morning, Justice woke to the sound of running footsteps on the stairs. He’d barely had time to remember where he was when Lillie burst into his room.
“It’s okay,” she yelled back down the stairs. “He’s awake.” She smiled at him. “Grandma said not to bother you, but I said you wouldn’t mind. Are you still hurt?”
“A little, but it’s better than it was.”
She studied him from the door, as if not sure if she should come in or not. He waved her closer.
She stepped into the room. “Do you like my stuffed animals? I’m getting too old for them, but sometimes they’re nice company.”
“I’m enjoying them. Thanks for sharing.”
“You’re welcome.”
She was so like her mother, he thought. There were the odd bits that had to have come from her father, but mostly she was Patience’s daughter.
Lillie moved to the side of the bed and lowered her voice. “I’m not supposed to know you were shot, but I heard at my friend’s last night. Her mom was talking. Were there bad guys? Like on TV?”
In her world there were still good guys and bad guys, he thought. Where he had gone, there were only shades of gray. The rich oilman who had traveled to a part of Africa where the rules didn’t apply. There’d been an ambush and a shoot-out. He knew who had won, but in the scenario he’d just survived, he couldn’t say who was good and who was bad.
“We were attacked,” he said instead.
“Were you scared?”
“Not when it happened. I didn’t have time. But later, my heart was beating fast.”
She tilted her head. “It hurts, huh? Getting shot?”
“It hurts.”
Ava called for her granddaughter.
“I’m sorry, I have to go eat breakfast,” Lillie said. “I’ll see you after school.”
“Sounds good.”
She clattered down the stairs as quickly as she’d run up. About a half hour later, he heard her leaving the house. A few minutes later, someone else started up toward his room. Felicia walked in, a tray in her hands.
“Morning,” she said as she approached. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I was shot.”
“That’s not good.” She set his breakfast on the dresser, then walked to the bed. “Can you sit up?”
She ignored his instructions and held out her arm so he could use it to pull himself upright. When he was leaning forward, she shoved all the pillows behind his back.
“I’d forgotten how crabby you get when you don’t feel well,” she said cheerfully.
“Sorry. I don’t mean to be.”
“You don’t enjoy any physical manifestation of what you would view as weakness,” she said, placing the tray in front of him. “Nor do you like the reminder that you’re not in charge of every aspect of your life.”
“Remind me not to invite you to my next party,” he grumbled, studying the scrambled eggs and bacon next to buttered toast. While he wasn’t hungry, he knew the value of eating. The nutrition was necessary to heal.
“You don’t have parties. Besides, you wouldn’t invite me. You’d want me to plan it. I would attend by default.”
He paused, the fork halfway to his mouth. “Felicia?”
She dragged over the chair Patience had sat in earlier, then settled herself on the seat and sighed.
“I’m emotionally unsettled and therefore prone to outbursts,” she told him. “Ignore me.”
“Hard to do when you’re the only other person in the room.” He stared at her. “Look at me.”
She turned her green eyes in his direction.
“I’m sorry,” he told her.
“You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel as if I don’t value your company. I would want you at my party.”
“You’re saying that because you think I’m upset and you don’t want to have to manage my feelings and because you feel guilty.”
He chuckled. “Never give a guy a break.”
“I’m just telling the truth.”
“Fine. If I were to have a party, I would ask you to help, but I would still want you there. You’re all I have, kid.”
She smiled. “That’s not true, either, but it’s nice that you said it.”
“Thanks for bringing me breakfast.”
“You’re welcome.”
He took a bite and chewed. “Don’t take this wrong, but why are you here?”
“Patience called and asked for my help. She’s at work, Ava can’t climb the stairs and there was some concern that Lillie couldn’t manage a heavy tray.”
“I’m a problem,” he said, knowing he had to leave as soon as possible.
“You’re not a problem. They like you. They want to take care of you. I suggest you not try leaving. Patience was very angry with you yesterday. She was also upset about you bleeding. You should stay here while you can.”
She spoke in her usual matter-of-fact tone. In his experience most women were ruled by their hearts more than their heads, but Felicia couldn’t ignore something as powerful as her brain. It wasn’t that she was especially logical; it was that she knew everything, in every situation.
Which made her comment all the more curious. “While I can?”
Felicia sighed. “They’re not like us. Patience, her family. This town. They’re so...”
“Ordinary?”
“Yes. This is exactly what I wanted. I said I wanted to live with regular people. To belong. But now that I’m here, I’m confused.”
“I’m confused, too.”
“You are?”
He nodded. “It’s easier when the bullets are flying.”
He continued eating his breakfast.
“You’re not reacting,” she said.
“I know you don’t mean with me.”
“I don’t. While you’re very physically attractive, I don’t have an internal, chemical reaction when you’re around. There are several possible explanations, if you want to hear them.”
“No, thanks.”
She nodded. “Do you remember Gideon?”
He’d just taken a bite of toast. He forced himself to keep chewing. “Uh-huh.”
“He’s here, isn’t he?”
Justice swallowed. No point in avoiding the inevitable. “You’ve seen him?”
“I heard him on the radio. I haven’t seen him. You know he’s the one I—”
Justice wanted to put his hands on his ears and hum. “Yes, I know,” he said quickly, interrupting her, then swore. “You’re like a sister to me, Felicia. I don’t want to hear about you ha**g s*x with some guy.”
“Despite being my first time, it was a very satisfying encounter.”
He glared at her. “What part of ‘I don’t want to hear’ was unclear?”
“I need to talk to someone about it.”
“That’s what girlfriends are for.”
She winced.
He swore again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. You’re stating the obvious. That is what girlfriends are for.”
But she didn’t have any here. At least not yet. It wasn’t ever easy for Felicia to make friends.
“Consuelo will be here soon,” he said, knowing it wasn’t enough.
Consuelo was going to be one of the instructors. She was small but a great fighter. He never wanted her to know, but he was pretty sure Consuelo could seriously kick his ass.
“We can talk,” he said, trying not to grit his teeth. “Until she gets here. You know, about Gideon.”
“And my feelings?” she asked, her eyes bright with amusement.
“Sure. Feelings are good.”
She touched the back of his hand. “You’re very sweet to me.”
“I want you to be okay. Happy.”
“I am happy. Or I will be.” She drew back and shrugged. “Life is complicated.”
She didn’t mean life; she meant relationships. “Do you, uh, want to be with Gideon? You know, date him or something?”
“I don’t know. There was an attraction before. I would like to find out if that still exists and if it’s a precursor for other feelings or if we simply have a sexual connection.”
Justice winced. “Okay, so you’ll talk to him and find out, right? That’s easy.”
She smiled. “Right. Easy. You’re a lousy girlfriend.”