It was all Frisco could do to keep himself from pulling himself up on the running board and slamming his fist into the man’s surly face. But Tash and Mia were watching him. So he did nothing. He stood there like a damned idiot as the truck pulled away.
He stared after it, feeling helpless and impotent and frustrated beyond belief.
And then Mia touched his arm. Her fingers felt cool against his hot skin. Her touch was hesitant and light, but she didn’t pull away even when he turned to glare down at her.
“I sent Tasha to see if Thomas is home,” she said quietly. “We’ll get this upstairs.”
“I hate this,” he said. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. They were dripping with despair and shame. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, to reveal so much of himself to her. It wasn’t a complaint, or even self-pity. It was a fact. He hated his limitations.
Her brown-green eyes grew warmer, more liquid. She slid her hand all the way down to his, and intertwined their fingers. “I know,” she said huskily. “I’m so sorry.”
He turned to look at her then, to really look at her. “You don’t even like me,” he said. “How can you stand to be so nice?”
“I do like you,” she said, trying to step back, away from the intensity of his gaze. But he wouldn’t let go of her hand. “I want to be your friend.”
Friend. She tugged again, and this time he released her. She wanted to be his friend. He wanted so much more….
“Yo, Frisco!”
Frisco turned. The voice was as familiar to him as breathing. It was Lucky O’Donlon. He’d parked his motorcycle in one of the visitor’s spaces, and now sauntered toward them. He was wearing his blue dress uniform and looked to be one hundred percent spit and polish. Frisco knew better.
“Hey, guy, having a tag sale or something?” Lucky’s wide smile and warm blue eyes traveled lazily over the furniture, Frisco’s damned cane, and Mia. He took an especially long time taking in Mia. “You gonna introduce me to your friend?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Lucky held out his hand to Mia. “I’m Lt. Luke O’Donlon, U.S. Navy SEALs. And you are…?”
Mia smiled. Of course she would smile. No one could resist Lucky. “Mia Summerton. I’m Frisco’s neighbor.”
“I’m his swim buddy.”
“Former swim buddy.”
Lucky shook his head. “No such thing.” He looped his arm around Frisco’s neck and smiled at Mia. “We went through BUD/S together. That makes you swim buddies for life.”
“BUD/S is basic training for SEALs,” Frisco translated for her, pushing Lucky away from him. “Where are you going, dressed like that?”
“Some kind of semiformal affair at the OC. A shindig for some top brass pencil pusher who’s being promoted.” He grinned at Frisco, but his gaze kept returning to Mia. “I thought maybe you’d want to come along.”
Frisco snorted. “Dream on, man. I hated those parties when I was required to go.”
“Please?” Lucky begged. “I need someone to keep me company or I’ll spend all night dancing with the admiral’s wife, trying to keep her from grabbing my butt.” He smiled at Mia and winked.
“Even if I wanted to,” Frisco told him, “which I don’t, I couldn’t. I’m taking care of my sister’s kid for the next six weeks.” He gestured to the furniture. “This is supposed to be for her bedroom.”
“The kid’s either fond of the outdoors, or you got yourself some kind of snafu here.”
“Number two,” Frisco said.
“Yo, neighbor babe,” Lucky said, picking up one end of the mattress. “You look healthy. Grab the other end.”
“Her name is Mia,” Frisco said.
“Excuse me,” Lucky said. “Mia babe, grab the other end.”
Mia was laughing, thank God. As Frisco watched, she and Lucky carried the mattress into the courtyard. He could hear Mia’s laughter long after they moved out of sight.
As Frisco picked up the lightweight bookcase and carried it slowly toward the courtyard, he could also hear Tasha’s excited chirping, and Thomas King’s rich voice coming toward him.
“Hey, Navy.” Thomas nodded a greeting as he passed. He knew better than to offer to take the bookcase from Frisco on his way out to the parking lot.
“Thanks for helping out, man,” Frisco said to him.
“No problem,” the teenager replied.
No problem. It was possible that this whole deal wasn’t a problem for anybody—except Frisco.
He set the bookcase down at the bottom of the stairs, and looked up to see Lucky come out of his condo, with Tasha in his arms. He was tickling the little girl, and she was giggling. Mia was right behind them, and she was laughing, too.
He’d never seen Mia look so beautiful or relaxed. Lucky leaned toward her and said something into her ear, and she laughed again. She started down the stairs, and Lucky watched her go, his eyes following the movement of her hips.
Frisco had to look away. He couldn’t blame Lucky. At one time, the two of them had been so much alike. They still were alike in so many ways. It didn’t surprise him that his best friend would be attracted to Mia, too.
It took all of ten minutes to transport Tasha’s furniture into her bedroom and to move the boxes that were in there into Frisco’s room.
Thomas headed off to work, and Mia made her excuses and disappeared into her condo—after smiling at the big deal Lucky made out of shaking her hand once again.
“She, uh, said you guys were just friends, huh?” Lucky said much too casually as Frisco walked him to his bike.
Frisco was silent, wondering what he could possibly say to that statement. If he agreed, then Lucky would be dropping by all the time, asking Mia out, working his famous O’Donlon charm and persistence until she gave in. And she would give in. No one could resist Lucky. And then Frisco would have to watch as his best friend dated and probably seduced this woman that he wanted so badly.
It was true. He wanted Mia. And dammit, he was going to do everything in his power to get her.
“She’s wrong,” he told Lucky. “We’re more than friends. She just doesn’t know it yet.”
If Lucky was disappointed, he hid it well. And it didn’t take long for his disappointment to turn into genuine pleasure. “This is great. This means you’re coming back,” he said.
“To the SEALs?” Frisco shook his head. “Man, haven’t you heard, I’m—”
“No,” Lucky interrupted. “I meant to the world of the living.”
Frisco gazed at his friend. He didn’t understand. He was alive. He’d had five years of pain and frustration to prove that.
“Call me sometime,” Lucky said, strapping on his motorcycle helmet. “I miss you, man.”
FRISCO AWOKE TO the sound of an electronic buzzer. It was loud as hell and it was right in his ear and…
He sat up, wide-awake.
It was the sound of the booby trap he’d rigged to the front door last night before he went to bed. Tasha was AWOL again, dammit.
He pulled on a pair of shorts as he rolled out of bed, and grabbed his cane from the floor.
Oh, Lord, he was tired. He may have gone to bed last night, but he hadn’t gone to sleep. It couldn’t have been more than two hours ago that he’d finally closed his eyes. But he’d done it. He’d stared down the night without even a sip of whiskey to help him along.
He may have been exhausted, but he wasn’t hung over.
And that was damn good, because if he had been, the sound of this blasted buzzer would have taken the top of his head clear off.
He quickly disconnected it. It was a simple system, designed for the circuit to break if the door was open. If the circuit was broken, the buzzer would sound.
He pulled the door the rest of the way open and…
Tasha, with Mia directly behind her, stood on the other side of the screen door.
Tash was still wearing her pajamas. Mia was wearing her bathing suit underneath a pair of shorts an
d a T-shirt. Frisco could see the brightly colored strap that tied up and around her neck.
“Good morning,” she said.
Frisco glared at Tash. “Where the h—”
Mia cut him off. “Tasha was coming over to visit me,” she told Frisco, “but she remembered that she was supposed to tell you first where she was going.” She looked down at the little girl. “Right, Tash?” Tasha nodded.
Tasha remembered? Mia remembered was more like it.
Mia mouthed “Positive reinforcement” over Tasha’s head.
Frisco swallowed his frustration. All right. If Mia thought he could get through to Tasha this way, he’d give it a shot. Somehow he mustered up far more enthusiasm than he felt. “Excellent job remembering,” he said to the little girl, opening the screen door and letting both Tasha and Mia inside.
He forced himself to smile, and Natasha visibly brightened. Jeez, maybe there was something to this.
He scooped the little girl into his arms and awkwardly spun her around until she began to giggle, then collapsed with her onto the couch. “In fact,” he continued, “you are so amazingly excellent, I think you should probably get a medal. Don’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide. “What’s a medal?”
“It’s a very special pin that you get for doing something really great—like remembering my rules,” Frisco told her. He dumped her off his lap and onto the soft cushions of the couch. “Wait right here—I’ll get it.”
Mia was standing near the door, and as she watched, Frisco pushed himself off the couch and headed down the hall to his bedroom.
“Getting a medal is a really big deal.” Frisco raised his voice so they could hear him in the living room. “It requires a very special ceremony.”
Tasha was bouncing up and down on the couch, barely able to contain her excitement. Mia had to smile. It seemed that Frisco understood the concept of positive reinforcement.
“Here we go,” he said, coming back into the living room. He caught Mia’s eye and smiled. He looked like hell this morning. He looked more exhausted than she’d ever seen him. He’d clearly been sound asleep mere moments ago. But somehow he seemed more vibrant, his eyes more clear. And the smile that he’d sent her was remarkably sweet, almost shy.
Mia’s heart was in her throat as she watched him with his little niece.
“For the remarkable remembering of my rules and regs, including rule number one—‘Tell Frisco where you’re going before you leave the condo,’” he intoned, “I award Natasha Francisco this medal of honor.”
He pinned one of the colorful bars Mia had seen attached to his dress uniform onto Tasha’s pajama shirt.
“Now I salute you and you salute me,” he whispered to the little girl after he attached the pin.
He stood at sharp attention, and snapped a salute. Tasha imitated him remarkably well.
“The only time SEALs ever salute is when someone gets a medal,” Frisco said with another glance in Mia’s direction. He pulled Tasha back to the couch with him. “Here’s the deal,” he told her. “In order to keep this medal, you have to remember my rules all day today. Do you remember the rules?”
“Tell you when I want to go outside….”
“Even when I’m asleep. You have to wake me up, okay? And what else?”
“Stay here….”
“In the courtyard, right. And…?”
“No swimming without my buddy.”
“Absolutely, incredibly correct. Gimme a high five.”
Natasha giggled, slapping hands with her uncle.
“Here’s the rest of the deal,” he said. “Are you listening, Tash?”
She nodded.
“When you get enough of these medals, you know what happens?”
Tasha shook her head no.
“We trade this thing in,” Frisco told her, smacking the back of the couch they were sitting on with one hand, “for a certain pink sofa.”
Mia thought it was entirely possible that the little girl was going to explode with pleasure.
“You’re going to have to work really hard to follow the rules,” Frisco was telling her. “You’ve got to remember that the reason I want you to obey these rules is because I want you to be safe, and it really gets me upset when I don’t know for certain that you’re safe. You have to think about that and remember that, because I know you don’t want to make me feel upset, right?”
Tasha nodded. “Do you have to follow my rules?”
Frisco was surprised, but he hid it well. “What are your rules?”
“No more bad words,” the little girl said without hesitation.
Frisco glanced up at Mia again, chagrin in his eyes. “Okay,” he said, looking back at Tasha. “That’s a tough one, but I’ll try.”
“More playing with Mia,” Tasha suggested.
He laughed nervously. “I’m not sure we can make that a rule, Tash. I mean, things that concern you and me are fine, but…”
“I’d love to play with you,” Mia murmured.
Frisco glanced up at her. She couldn’t possibly have meant that the way it sounded. No, she was talking to Natasha. Still… He let his imagination run with the scenario. It was a very, very good one.
“But we don’t have to make a rule about it,” Mia added.
“Can you come to the beach with us for my swimming lesson?” Tasha asked her.
Mia hesitated, looking cautiously across the room at Frisco. “I don’t want to get in the way.”
“You’ve already got your bathing suit on,” he pointed out.
She seemed surprised that he’d noticed. “Well, yes, but…”
“Were you planning to go to a different beach?”
“No… I just don’t want to…you know…” She shrugged and smiled apologetically, nervously. “Interfere.”
“It wouldn’t be interfering,” Frisco told her. Man, he felt as nervous as she sounded. When had this gotten so hard? He used to be so good at this sort of thing. “Tasha wants you to come with us.” Perfect. Now he sounded as if he wanted her to come along as a playmate for his niece. That wasn’t it at all. “And I…I do, too,” he added.
Jeez, his heart was in his mouth. He swallowed, trying to make it go back where it belonged as Mia just gazed at him.
“Well, okay,” she finally said. “In that case, I’d love to come. If you want, I could pack a picnic lunch…?”
“Yeah!” Tasha squealed, hopping around the room. “A picnic! A picnic!”
Frisco felt himself smile. A picnic on the beach with Mia. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such anticipation. And his anticipation was for more than his wanting to see what her bathing suit looked like, although he was feeling plenty of that, too. “I guess that’s a yes. But it shouldn’t be just up to you to bring the food.”
“I’ll make sandwiches,” Mia told him, opening the door. “You guys bring something to drink. Soda. Or beer if you want it.”
“No beer,” Frisco said.
She paused, looking back at him, her hand on the handle of the screen door.
“It’s another one of the rules I’m going to be following from now on,” he said quietly. Natasha had stopped dancing around the room. She was listening, her eyes wide. “No more drinking. Not even beer.”
Mia stepped away from the door, her eyes nearly as wide as Tasha’s. “Um, Tash, why don’t you go put on your bathing suit?”
Silently Tasha vanished down the hallway.
Frisco shook his head. “It’s not that big a deal.”
Mia clearly thought otherwise. She stepped closer to him, lowering her voice for privacy from Tasha’s sensitive ears. “You know, there are support groups all over town. You can find a meeting at virtually any time of day—”
Did she honestly think his drinking was that serious a problem? “Look, I can handle this,” he said gruffly. “I went overboard for a couple of days, but that’s all it was. I didn’t drink at all while I was in the hospital—right up ’til two days ago. Th
ese past few days—you haven’t exactly been seeing me at my best.”
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to imply…”
“It’s no big deal.”
She touched his arm, her fingers gentle and cool and so soft against his skin. “Yes, it is,” she told him. “To Natasha, it’s a very big deal.”
“I’m not doing it for Tash,” he said quietly, looking down at her delicate hand resting on the corded muscles of his forearm, wishing she would leave it there, but knowing she was going to pull away. “I’m doing it for myself.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“IS THOMAS REALLY a king?”
Mia looked up from the sand castle she was helping Tasha build. The little girl was making dribble turrets on the side of the large mound using wet sand and water from a plastic pail that Mia had found in her closet. She had remarkable dexterity for a five-year-old, and managed to make most of her dribbles quite tall and spiky.
“Thomas’s last name is King,” Mia answered. “But here in the United States, we don’t have kings and queens.”
“Is he a king somewhere else? Like I’m a princess in Russia?”
“Well,” Mia said diplomatically, “you might want to check with Thomas, but I think King is just his last name.”
“He looks like a king.” Natasha giggled. “He thinks I’m from Mars. I’m gonna marry him.”
“Marry who?” Frisco asked, sitting down in the sand next to them.
He’d just come out of the ocean, and water beaded on his eyelashes and dripped from his hair. He looked more relaxed and at ease than Mia had ever seen him.
“Thomas,” Tasha told him, completely serious.
“Thomas.” Frisco considered that thoughtfully. “I like him,” he said. “But you’re a little young to be getting married, don’t you think?”
“Not now, silly,” she said with exasperation. “When I’m a grown-up, of course.”
Frisco tried to hide his smile. “Of course,” he said.
“You can’t marry my mom ’cause you’re her brother, right?” she asked.
“That’s right,” Frisco told her. He leaned back in the sand on his elbows. Mia tried not to stare at the way the muscles in his arms flexed as they supported his weight. She tried to pull her gaze away from his broad shoulders and powerful chest and smooth, tanned skin. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen him without a shirt, after all. She should be getting used to this….
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