“Don’t be sorry. Go back to sleep, now.”
Laurie lay back on her bed, looking up at Dante. She felt foolish, but she didn’t want him to leave.
“Can you stay with me for a little while?”
He stared at her for a moment.
“Of course I can.”
He grabbed the chair, pulling it up beside her bed. He held her hand, running his fingers over her knuckles.
“Thank you.” She began to drift off.
“You’re welcome, Laurie. You’re welcome.”
***
Dante
Dante stared down at her tiny hand in his. Her delicate wrists and slim fingers. Her palms were still sweaty. He watched as her face relaxed into a peaceful sleep. He reached down with his free hand and brushed away the hair around her face.
She had scared him half to death. He had woken up out of a dead sleep to hear her yelling for him. He’d vaulted out of bed and entered her room with gun drawn only to find her wrestling with her sheets, whimpering and asking for him to help her.
He held her hand for a long time. He didn’t want to let it go. Not after seeing her face contorted with terror while she slept. She seemed so content for most of the day, laughing and teasing him. She had to be scared, and her fear was playing out in her nightmares. But that was one place he couldn’t protect her. So, he held her hand, keeping watch over her as she slept.
She didn’t move.
He hardly breathed for fear of waking her. After more than an hour, sleepiness stole over him. He released her hand, and returned to his bed, feeling powerless.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, Laurie wandered downstairs. Dante was killing time waiting for her in the living room on his laptop. David stood in his favorite spot, watching the sweeping landscape. The sun streamed through the windows.
“Good morning.” She smiled, but the lines around her mouth were tight. “Did you both have breakfast yet?”
“Yes, ma’am.” David folded his hands together.
“Not yet.” Dante closed the laptop and got up from the couch. He stretched, following Laurie into the kitchen. “What would you like?” Dante walked over the fridge.
“I can make it.” She got out the eggs.
“You made dinner. Besides, breakfast is the only thing I cook that’s any good.” He took the eggs from her hands.
“Well, if that’s the case, I guess I should bow to your strengths.”
Dante chuckled as he set the eggs on the counter.
“So what should we do today?”
Dante turned toward her as he got out the bread.
“Well, it’s beautiful out. I thought we could go on that hike.”
Laurie winced, and he felt terrible instantly. He was trying to cheer her up, but he had forgotten the exact contents of her nightmare.
“Oh, um, sure.” She flushed and stared at the counter in front of her.
His mind raced, searching for something to fix what he’d just done.
“I’d like to show you something near Mauna Kea. I think you’ll like it.”
“What is it?”
She looked up at him again, a small smile formed across her lips.
Jackpot.
“Now, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise when we got there.”
He flashed her a winning smile.
She returned it with one of her own. Her eyes danced as she gazed at him.
His heart squeezed in his chest and he almost dropped the egg he held.
“You have a surprise for me?” She glowed in the morning sunlight now, and he felt light headed.
“Yeah. I have a surprise for you.”
“Well, let’s go hiking then.”
“Good. It’s about a four-hour hike up, another four hours back. Can you handle that?”
“Are you insulting me?”
Dante looked over his shoulder. She was still smiling. He was still good. He raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“I’m not insulting you. I just want to make sure you can handle it.”
“I prefer full day hikes.”
“Well, then all you had to do was say ‘yes.’ ”
His gaze lingered on her a moment or two longer than it should have. He turned back to the business at hand. He fixed them both scrambled eggs, with cinnamon toast. Then he poured her a cup of coffee. Dante poured himself a cup and sat down with her.
“Thank you, master chef.”
Dante nearly choked on the bite of toast in his mouth.
“If my mother ever heard someone call me that, she’d die laughing.”
“Did you grow up here?”
Dante felt himself stiffen. He tried to relax. She asked everyone that question.
“No. I grew up all over. I think I hit most of the continental states by the time I went to college.”
“Why did you move so much?”
“Dad worked for the government, so we had to move a lot.”
“The military?”
“Something like that…”
Dante shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and was about to change the subject when Cheyn strolled in the room.
“Good morning, good morning. It is beautiful out today!” Cheyn went straight for the cabinets.
“Yes, it is. Dante’s taking me hiking. It’s perfect weather for it.”
Cheyn dropped the coffee cup he grabbed from the cupboard, and fumbled to save it.
Dante winced. He hadn’t relayed those plans to his team.
“Hiking, huh?” Cheyn looked at Dante.
“Yeah, are you coming?” Laurie turned to Cheyn, and thankfully missed Dante’s grimace.
“I didn’t know there was going to be a hike, so I don’t think I’m invited.” Cheyn smirked as he poured his coffee.
Dante frowned at him.
“I thought it was a nice day, and Laurie asked me about it yesterday, so I suggested it to her a moment ago.” Dante opened up his newspaper and realized it was yesterday’s newspaper.
“Uh, huh. What does the prosecutor have to say about that, boss?” Cheyn asked.
Dante’s frown turned into a scowl.
“Evan James and the DA don’t dictate what protected citizens can and cannot do.” He refolded the newspaper and dropped it on the table.
“Is hiking going to get you in trouble?” Laurie looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern.
“I’ll clear it with my boss.” Dante got up from the table.
He wished Cheyn had kept his mouth shut. It would have been fine. He left his breakfast half-finished. He took his cell phone out onto the back patio. He hit the speed dial, and the head of the Witness Security field office picked up the phone.
“Dante!” he exclaimed. “How’s my best deputy? How’s the girl?”
“She seems all right, Rick. She goes back and forth between being all right and being pretty terrified.”
“Understandable. I saw your report on the resort incident. Did she really knock out the guy with a lamp?” Rick asked.
“Yes, sir. I’ve informed her such actions could harm both herself and someone else. She understands she should never take that course of action again.”
“Good. She’s still amenable to testifying, right? We can’t afford for this one to get spooked.”
“Well, she’s pretty scared, being away from her friends and all. She lived at the resort for the last decade.”
“But do you think she’ll testify?”
Rick’s voice was half an octave higher now then when they started the conversation. The corners of Dante’s mouth curved up. He looked up at Mauna Kea. He almost felt the fallen leaves and twigs crunching beneath his hiking boots.
“If we can keep her comfortable here, sir, I think she’ll testify.”
There was a hesitant pause.
“Is there anything we can do to make her more comfortable?”
Target achieved. Dante paused for a few minutes, pretending to think.
“Well, she is a
n avid hiker. We do have some excellent, safe trails near the house. If you thought it was wise, I could take her hiking. She does love to hike, and I think it would take her mind off everything. She needs a diversion.”
There was a longer pause.
“You’ve hiked the area a lot?”
“Between almost every assignment. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t.” Dante paced, making a mental checklist of everything they needed for the hike.
“I don’t see why not, if you know the area. Take another man with you. If it keeps her comfortable and gives her the lay of the land, that should be fine.”
“Oh, great. She’ll be very excited.” Dante smiled into the phone.
“But Dante, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how critical her safety is. If anything happens to her on this hike, or at all, there’ll be hell to pay for both of us.”
Rick’s stern warning gave Dante pause. He heard Rick say the exact same thing before he drove out to get Laurie to begin with.
“Rick, I’ve never let you down. I won’t start now.”
“No, you haven’t. That’s why I assigned you to this protection detail. You’re the best I have, Dante.”
“Thank you.”
“Keep her safe and see that’s she comfortable.”
“I will. Any news on Kaimi or Katherine and Easton?”
There was the sound of shuffling papers, and the beeping of Rick’s cell phone.
“No, nothing substantial. They think he may be skipping islands with them. Possibly a small speedboat involved. They’re not quite sure, but Evan James is raising hell over at the FBI field office.”
“Thank you, Rick. I’ll let you know if anything changes here.”
“Take care of her and your team.”
“I will.”
Dante hung up the phone, and walked back into the house. When he got to the kitchen, Laurie was laughing so hard at something Cheyn said, she looked almost purple. Dante bristled. Why was Cheyn still sitting here anyway?
“So what did the big boss say?” Cheyn smirked at him over his cereal.
“Said it was fine. Just need to take another man with me. I’ll need you to take David’s watch.” Dante smiled and shrugged.
“I thought I was going with you.” Cheyn’s brow furrowed as he studied Dante.
“David needs the experience, and you’re already up. We need at least one man on watch while Max sleeps.”
David poked his head into the kitchen.
“Boss, I’m okay with staying here if Cheyn wants to go. I’m not much of a hiker.”
Dante’s irritation magnified. Yet, it made sense to take Cheyn with him. He had wilderness training. David knew how to handle the watch. He took a breath. He didn’t know what he was getting so worked up about anyway.
“All right, David. You can stay, but I do want to get you out and exploring around the house at some point. Cheyn, get the wilderness gear ready. I’m going to finish breakfast. Then we can get going.”
“How can I help get ready?” Laurie turned her dazzling blue eyes on him.
“Just get yourself ready. Cheyn can handle the rest.” Dante sat down at the kitchen table.
He finished his cold breakfast, while Laurie went upstairs to change.
Cheyn got the backpacks together, and they left the house an hour later.
Dante followed an invisible path from the house up into the tree line. As they approached, he found the entrance to the narrow pathway that cut through the dense foliage. Ferns and low hanging palm trees almost blocked the mouth of the dirt path.
It felt so good to be outside, in the lush greenery. The sounds of the jungle enveloped him—calling birds, angry insects buzzing away from them, the leaves blowing in a light breeze. The rainforest got hot and sticky. They all began to sweat. Even the dense branches of the immense trees couldn’t keep them cool.
For the most part, they remained silent as they climbed, content to listen to the surrounding noise. Dante stopped every so often to point out the tracks of a dog, or cat. He even spotted wild boar tracks, as they headed higher toward the volcano. He showed Laurie how to tell if an animal had been through there recently or hours ago. He could identify several animals just by sound. He enjoyed teaching her.
All at once, the forest stopped at the base of the volcano. There was a short field of grass before even that disappeared into a swath of gravel, ash, and rock. They stopped for a little while to take a break and eat some of the snacks Cheyn had packed, lounging in the shade. The path curved around the base of the volcano to the right and left. As they stood up to continue, Cheyn started to the left.
“Cheyn!” Dante nodded to the right. “We’re going this way today.”
“That way? We’ve never gone that way.”
“I’ve gone this way before. Come on.” Dante led the way down the trail.
The path dove back into the forest. The decline was steep, much steeper than the climb they’d just made. As the slope deepened, Laurie took a step and the log she was balancing on faltered. She would have tumbled down, but Dante turned and caught her by the waist. She grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to steady herself.
“Easy, easy.” He shifted to give her all of his strength.
He held her up until she could regain her footing again. Her t-shirt rode up an inch or two, and his thumb grazed the cool, smooth skin of her stomach. He felt his temperature rise ten degrees.
“Sorry.” She turned almost crimson. “The log rolled on me.”
“That’s all right, just take it real slow.” Dante felt her muscles flex beneath his fingers and he sucked in a breath.
Laurie regained her balance. She looked up into Dante’s eyes.
His stomach lurched. Her eyes were luminous, vulnerable. Yet, something dark and hungry was there too. Dante barely glimpsed it before she blinked and it was gone. He released her waist.
Laurie released his shoulders.
“Thank you.”
“Boss, I think we should head back to the other path. It’s a lot easier than this one.” Cheyn came up beside them.
“Can’t do that. I promised Laurie I’d show her something, and this is the only path that will get us there.” Dante turned away from Laurie.
Cheyn threw him a quizzical look, but Dante ignored it.
Dante held out his hand to Laurie as they continued down the embankment.
Laurie tried not to take his help, but she almost slipped a second time. She gave up. She began balancing herself on his arm and shoulder.
He was all too happy to help. In the distance, a rushing sound grew steadily louder. They rounded a corner, and there was the waterfall he was looking for, cascading off the side of the volcano into a pool of blue-green water. All around the water’s edge orchids of all colors were in full bloom. The ground was covered in thick, green grass, with several rocks scattered about to sit on.
“It’s beautiful…” Laurie stood for a moment, staring up at it.
Dante smiled, watching pleasure bloom over Laurie’s cheeks and lips. Her eyes danced and they darkened from sapphire to twilight. A responding pleasure spread from his chest through his whole body until he was lightheaded with it. He wanted her to always look that way around him. He wanted her to look that way when she looked at him. He shook himself out of that last thought. He was traveling on a dangerous road. He shouldn’t let himself go any further.
“I’m glad you like it.” Dante swung his pack off his shoulders. “Let’s sit down and have some lunch.”
Cheyn sat by the pool’s edge on a large flat rock.
Laurie sat opposite him on the soft grass, and Dante sat down next to her. They each pulled out a plastic bag from their backpacks filled with sandwiches and snacks.
“How come you never took me here?” Cheyn waved his sandwich at the waterfall. Dante snorted.
“I didn’t think you’d be interested.” Dante bit into his lunch without even looking up.
“Who doesn’t like waterfalls? D
o you know anyone who doesn’t like waterfalls?” Cheyn leaned over and rested his elbows on his knees.
“Yeah.” Dante flicked his eyes up at Cheyn and back to his lunch.
“You’re lying, boss, you’re lying.” Cheyn shook his sandwich at him.
“Sorry—I didn’t realize it would upset you.” Dante smiled.
“Yeah, well it does. It hurts me man, right here.” Cheyn tapped his heart.
Laurie chuckled at him.
“Have you not seen any other waterfalls, Cheyn?” Laurie smirked up at him.
“No, I have. I’ve seen lots of them, just not this one. Have you been up to Rainbow Falls?” Cheyn asked her.
“Yeah, we used to go every summer when I was a kid.” Laurie’s gaze returned to her peanut butter and jelly.
“You don’t go anymore?” Cheyn quirked his eyebrow at her.
“No.” Laurie shook her head.
“How come?” Cheyn chewed on his lunch, missing Dante’s glare of annoyance.
Laurie paused for a little while, staring at the grass beneath her feet.
Dante wanted to reach over and squeeze Cheyn’s neck. He’d ruined it. She’d been happy a moment ago.
“I don’t have anyone to go with anymore.” Laurie looked up at the waterfall and sighed.
“Parents can’t hike anymore?” Cheyn shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth.
“Cheyn, stop pestering her and let her eat her lunch.” Dante leaned a bit in Laurie’s direction.
“It’s okay.” Laurie put down her half-eaten sandwich. “My parents and my brother died, in a car accident when I was fourteen.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cheyn looked down at her, regret flickering across his features.
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” Laurie shrugged.
“Were you in the car with them?” Cheyn leaned forward on his perch.
“No. I was…well, I was where I shouldn’t have been.” Laurie’s face flushed. She shoved the rest of her sandwich into the plastic bag with her snacks. She pretended to be fascinated by the bags contents. When she looked up, her eyes flicked between Cheyn and Dante’s.
“Where were you not supposed to be?” Cheyn asked.
Laurie sighed. She met Dante’s steady gaze briefly, then looked away.
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