In the Dark
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He threw the washcloth aside and took her in his arms again, taking comfort in her presence, as he always had.
Chapter Nineteen
Naval Air Station Annex Dam Neck
7 December ~ 20:09 EST
Sebastian had never seen the ballroom at the Shifting Sands Club as filled to capacity as it was tonight. Every member of SEAL Team Twelve had come to honor him at his retirement party.
The tables stood decked in snowy linens, chinaware, and shimmering crystal. Elaborate bouquets of white mums and red roses vied for space on the tabletops, as meals of roast beef and Cornish game hen were laid before each guest. With Christmas just three weeks away, the festive scene was enhanced by the enormous decorated tree occupying the far corner.
Because of the tree, the tables were crammed together to make space for the dance floor, already awash with lights reflecting off the mirrored ball. The tasteful background music was a misleading indication of the pounding beats that were bound to come later. Already, the long lines at the open bar earlier had caused the volume to swell. The guests were having a good time.
Sebastian sat at the head table, which had been set upon a dais as if this were a medieval feast. Gazing at the familiar faces to his left and right, he found that the lump in his throat made it difficult to consume his dinner. He laid his fork down and sipped his ice water. He promised himself he would not allow his famous composure to slip tonight. He would not cry.
Leila, who was seated next to him in a heart-stopping scarlet dress that glowed beneath the crystal chandeliers, gave him a searching, sidelong look.
“Are you all right, Sebastian?” she asked, laying her own fork down.
“Of course,” he said, summoning a smile for her. But then he looked past her at Jaguar who was whispering something into Helen’s ear and Luther who was cutting his roast beef into squares, and his chest felt full and tight. He was going to disgrace himself.
Leila removed the napkin from her lap. “Would you come to the restroom with me?” she asked him unexpectedly.
He looked at her more closely. “Are you not feeling well?”
“I’m fine,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I’m not sure where the restroom is, though.”
“All right.” He pushed his chair back and escorted her out into the hall, ignoring curious glances.
Once in the privacy of the hallway, Leila turned to face him, her fingers settling lightly on the arms of his black dress uniform. “I can’t ask you to do this,” she told him, her eyes wide with regret.
He shook his head. “Do what?”
“To retire for me. Oh, Sebastian, you look so sad!”
He put his hands over hers, loving her intensely for her concern. “Of course I am sad, querida. These men have been my family for many, many years. I will miss them.” He cleared his throat, trying to remove the stubborn lump lodged there.
“How can I make this easier for you?” she asked, lacing her fingers through his.
“You have already,” he reassured her with a kiss.
She darted him a mysterious look. “Perhaps this will help.” She withdrew her hands to fish an object from the sequined purse dangling at her shoulder. “I’ve been carrying it around for a few days now, waiting for just the right moment . . .” With trepidation in her eyes, she handed him a plastic square.
“What is this?” he asked, not recognizing the device.
“Look inside the circle. What do you see?”
“A plus sign,” he said. His gaze rose slowly up to hers. He felt the blood slip from his face. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Would you like a family of your own, Sebastian?” she countered tremulously.
He put a hand to his forehead, feeling suddenly light-headed. “We are going to have a baby?”
Her eyes took on a brilliant sheen. “Is that what you want?” she asked uncertainly.
There was nothing forced in the smile he gave her now. “Querida, you have made me the happiest man on earth!” he swore, grinning.
“Are you sure?”
“Am I sure! Come with me.”
Suddenly, instead of comforting him in a private place, Leila found herself being dragged into the ballroom. Every couple in the room took note of their entrance while pretending politely not to stare. Sebastian marched her straight over to the DJ. He leaned forward, whispering something into that man’s ear.
The DJ handed Sebastian a microphone. “May I have your attention,” Sebastian said, his voice especially lilting over the sound system.
Dozens of heads swiveled in their direction. “I know you are just finishing your meals and the cake has not been cut, but I have something to say.”
The room fell respectfully quiet. Close to panic-stricken, Leila sought out Helen’s gaze at the high table. Her friend wore a small, expectant smile. Leila’s heart began to beat unnaturally fast. Surely Sebastian was only going to thank his guests for coming. Perhaps he might even break the happy news that he would soon be a father.
She swallowed against her suddenly parched throat. How would that look to others, when they weren’t even engaged?
“Some of you have known me for ten years or more,” Sebastian began. “We have been to the ends of the earth, where the ocean drops away into darkness.” A moment of profound silence followed those words. “Experiences like those create a bond that time and space cannot erase. So there is no good-bye. Instead, I ask your blessing on this new life that I intend to lead.”
Leila’s ears began to ring. She was aware of Sebastian reaching into his back pocket. He fished out a velvet pouch, loosed the string that held it shut, and pulled out a diamond solitaire. It winked at Leila beneath the turning mirrored ball.
Sebastian sank to one knee. Leila’s own legs wobbled. A low murmur of approval spread through the audience. Taking both her hands, Sebastian looked up at her, his expression more intent, more certain than she had ever seen it. “Leila, it would be my greatest pleasure if you would consent to be my bride and the mother of my children. Will you marry me?”
She was conscious of the quiet that descended over the room as spectators waited for her answer. She waited for a tiny panicked voice within her to cry no!
But the purity in Sebastian’s coffee-colored eyes kept the fearful voice silent.
“I will,” she whispered, trembling from head to toe.
The smile he gave her was as brilliant as the Christmas tree behind him. He stood and tipped the mike toward her lips. “Tell everyone,” he exhorted.
She cast a self-conscious look at the audience. “Yes,” she said simply.
The room broke out in “Hoo-yah, Master Chief!”
The ring slipped silkily up Leila’s ring finger, a perfect fit. Music blared suddenly from the speakers at her back.
“Care to dance?” Sebastian asked, one eyebrow winging over the other.
She thought, with hysterical relief, that at least he didn’t look sad anymore. She went willingly into his arms, thinking, This is where my life begins.
Seated at the end of the high table, Luther watched Sebastian and Leila float with effortless ease about the dance floor. They looked perfect together, both of them dark and slender, intensely bound up in each other. He had the distinct impression they were in a world of their own.
With the feeling that he’d been knifed in the chest, Luther reached for his tumbler of scotch. He took a small sip. As the burning liquid curled down his throat, he set the tumbler down.
Drinking wasn’t going to ease the heartache that kept him constant company. He had to believe that time would help eventually, but it hadn’t yet. Over two months had passed since Hannah left Virginia Beach with her brother and Agent Crawford. He’d welcomed the dangerous missions that had cropped up since. The only thing that took the edge off his constant heartache was unmitigated fear.
Jesus, how long was he going to feel like this? “Excuse me,” he muttered to Teddy and his date. Ignoring their obvious concern, he pushed his c
A bitter wind hit him squarely in the face as he stalked to the cement railing and gazed out over the inhospitable ocean. It was here that he and his squad members had first discussed Jaguar’s charges and what they could do to help him. It was here that Master Chief had told him that Hannah Geary was alive, that the FBI needed help to retrieve her. He’d had no idea how thoroughly she would invade his existence.
Cold, salty air pinched Luther’s cheeks. He welcomed the discomfort.
Hannah. The surf seemed to say her name as it crashed onto shore on the other side of the dunes. Hannah. Hannah. Hannah.
Why was it, if they were so incompatible, that he could close his eyes and feel her inside of him? The thought pushed tears into his eyes that the wind quickly dried.
The sound of approaching footsteps had him turning around alertly. With dismay, he recognized Veronica’s silhouette. She’d come to Master Chief’s retirement party as Ensign Peter’s date.
“Hey,” she said, sounding different with the waves crashing in the background. “I saw you step out. I wanted to tell you something.”
“What’s that?” What had ever drawn him to Veronica in the first place? he wondered. Her dark eyes and stubborn chin gave her an inscrutable look, so different from Hannah’s clarity.
“I’m sorry for telling Eddie about that Hannah woman you were with. I didn’t realize how much he had to hide.”
Eddie? It took him a second to realize she was talking about Commander Lovitt, who’d skulked around Westy’s house intending to shoot Hannah before she could jeopardized his reputation. “You should be sorry,” he retorted, unforgiving. It occurred to him that Veronica had slept with Lovitt, too. She was probably more disgusted with herself than anything else, but he still wanted to wring her pretty little neck for nearly getting Hannah killed. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep him from doing just that.
Veronica shivered but she held her ground, apparently determined to speak to him despite his hostility. “I also wanted you to know that . . . you’re a really good guy, Luther. I’m sorry that I didn’t treat you right.”
Surprise kept him mute for a minute. Well, well. He didn’t feel like a good guy right now. He felt angry and hurt and dangerously unpredictable.
“I want you to have this back,” she added, holding out a shiny object.
He realized it was the ring he’d given her, a ring that had cost him five grand. “Keep it,” he said, not wanting to put his hands on it. It meant nothing to him, less than nothing. If she forced it on him now, he’d fling it into the ocean.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes.” He was positive. At this rate, he wasn’t ever going to get married. He’d never love another woman the way he loved Hannah.
“All right.” With a frown of perplexity, Veronica turned around and walked away from him.
Luther watched her go. He wished he could walk away from himself so easily. Instead he was stuck with this god-awful feeling that he’d let the best thing in life get away from him.
Chapter Twenty
Alexandria, Virginia
1 January ~ 1:53 P.M.
On this first day of the New Year the weather was typical for northern Virginia—just above freezing and inhospitably humid, so that the cold went straight to the bone.
Why, Hannah wondered, had she chosen to jog along the Potomac River, where a chill blew off the water? Her lungs ached, her nose was running, and despite the light sweat she’d worked up under her running suit, her extremities were turning numb.
With the end of the city block in sight, she slowed to a brisk walk and steadied her breathing. She had to be punishing herself. Not a single other soul was cruising the historic area today. They were probably sleeping off their hangovers, still curled up in bed with their lovers.
The thought sent a pang of envy through her heart. Oh, Luther, she sighed.
And this is just the beginning, taunted a voice inside her head. She’d received word of her first assignment shortly after Christmas. She was headed to Greece for two years with a cover job as a secretary in the American embassy. It was a fantasy assignment if ever there was one—Greece! Who didn’t want to go to sunny Greece, the birthplace of human civilization?
She reminded herself how lucky she was. Most rookie case officers got the gritty jobs like Kyrgyzstan or Nigeria. Someone in the agency—probably Westmoreland himself—was looking out for her.
So why the reluctance weighting her down? She stepped off sidewalk and crossed a cobblestone street, vapor trailing out of her mouth. The warm climate of the Mediterranean would be a welcome change.
Only, she didn’t want to go.
She told herself that she was worried for her brother. Kevin had finished his dissertation and graduated with honors, but now he worked such long hours in the Johns Hopkins laboratory that he needed regular reminders to go home and sleep.
Only it wasn’t Kevin’s welfare that kept her from wanting to leave. If she’d be honest with herself, she’d admit it was the dreams: dreams of herself and Luther. There wasn’t a night that she didn’t dream that she’d agreed to stay with him, and she was back in his arms— safe and utterly content. Sometimes there were children with them, little boys with dark hair and deep blue eyes.
She’d mentioned the dreams to her counselor. Dr. Andre Guhl had lost his entire family in a car wreck while he’d been driving. He’d helped her cope with her parents’ deaths and with Uncle Caleb’s betrayal. But when she mentioned her dreams of Luther, he’d just looked at her. “Are you sure you want to leave the country?” he’d finally asked.
“Of course. It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.”
“Until lately,” he pointed out. “Why not forge your own path instead of following your father’s?”
The suggestion had made her think of something Westy said. Sounds to me like you’re running. Or maybe chasing someone.
She’d been chasing her father’s memory all this time, as if it would bring him back. “Just think about it,” her counselor had urged.
Hannah blew warm air on her stinging fingers. She came to a dead stop at the corner of Second Street and North Royal. She’d done nothing lately but think about it. This morning, on the first day of the new year, she was making up her mind.
She wasn’t going to Greece. She wasn’t going anywhere but back into Luther’s arms, where she belonged.
She started running again. Relief made her feet sprout wings. She sprinted down Royal Street, thoughts racing ahead of her. The first thing she needed to do was to contact Luther. But what if he’d moved on already, in search of his ideal mate? No, he couldn’t have. Their bond wasn’t so easily broken.
Hannah flew along the brick-lined sidewalk. Rounding the corner of Bellvue, she blinked in disbelief. There was Luther shutting the door of his truck, starting to pull away. “Luther!” She shouted his name but he didn’t hear. He pulled out into the street.
Hannah gave chase, flailing her arms.
To her relief, he caught sight of her and backed up. She reached his driver’s side door just as he stepped out. The instinct to throw herself into his arms battled with dignity and the awkwardness that came from time apart.
He looked good. He wore a navy blue, button-down dress shirt under a black, wool coat and black jeans. His hair was slightly longer, his cheeks wind-chapped as if he’d spent a lot of time outdoors. He’d obviously forgotten to shave that morning, and an appealing five o’clock shadow darkened his chin.
“I almost missed you,” he commented as the silence stretched between them.
“I was out running. You want to come in?”
He dropped his truck keys into the pocket of his coat. “Sure.”
She led the way to the front step, pausing to fish her hidden key out from under the flower pot. Her fingers shook as she released the lock. “The house is a mess,” she apologized, stepping in. “Sorry. I was planning to clean it today before Kevin came over.”
“He’s on his way?” He looked around.
“No, tonight. Free food. It’s the only thing that’ll lure him away from his work. Have a seat,” she offered, taking off her sweat jacket. She wore an FBI T-shirt underneath. “Can I get you something to drink?”
His gaze was fixed on her T-shirt.
“Valentino gave it to me for Christmas,” she said, tugging at it self-consciously.
“He gave me one, too,” Luther admitted, with a twitch of his lips.
“Mine came with a job offer,” Hannah blurted. Yeah, and now that she thought about it, she’d worn the damn thing a half-dozen times without realizing why she was so attached to it.
Luther looked at her sharply.
“I’m going to take him up on it.” The certainty that flooded her made her feel especially good.
She’d rendered him completely speechless.
“So what do you think?” she asked, breathlessly.
“You’re going to work for the FBI,” he repeated.
“Yes,” she said with a wondrous smile.
His expression darkened. “I thought you couldn’t wait to go back to the Agency,” he said on an accusing note.
“I couldn’t. I did. I even got my first assignment. Greece,” she added, watching his anger morph into puzzlement. “But now I don’t want to go.”
He ran a look up and down the length of her, as if trying to determine whether she was really Hannah Geary or her evil twin. “Do you want to sit down?” she asked again.
She moved into the living area and sat in a high-backed chair, forcing him to do the same. Obviously getting him a drink wasn’t in the script. “I guess we have some catching up to do,” she began.
“I guess so.” He lowered himself onto her love seat. The antique legs creaked in protest.
“I’ve thought about you a lot,” she said, watching his reaction.
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