by Kris Norris
“Obviously you don’t know what I want, or we wouldn’t be standing here arguing!”
“Discussing, darling. We haven’t yet escalated to arguing.”
“Urgh…” Fallon threw up her hands and all but stomped her foot on the floor. “What do you want from me? Why don’t you just bugger off and find yourself a big breasted bimbo to be your sex buddy?”
“I’ve never treated you as my sex buddy, and you know it.” He took a step closer and palmed her jaw. “I’ve always cared about you. And I always will.”
“I don’t want someone to care about me,” she snapped, stepping away from his caress. She couldn’t think straight when he touched her, and she needed her mind clear. “I want someone who loves me. Who isn’t afraid to let me love them back.” She bowed her head and concentrated on a small patch of flooring. “I’m thirty-two. I need more than just a man in my bed. I need a man in my life. One who’s ready for the same things I am.”
“Such as?” he challenged.
“Such as?” she repeated. “It’s hardly rocket science I just want the usual stuff…a home…a family.”
She grazed her hand across her belly, wondering if her last wish was already coming true. Then she realised Gil was still watching her and quickly snatched her hand away. She looked over at where the other guests had gathered, their laughter ringing through the room. “I guess I want something more to show for my life than just a job.”
“But I thought you loved your job?”
His voice was strangely quiet, and Fallon turned to look at him, despite the voice warning her against it. His eyes were dark and brooding, and the edges of his lips were pulled tight. “All I know for certain is that I’m not happy.” She looked down at her feet again. “Sometimes I think it’d just be best if I started fresh. A new town. A new life…”
“Ah hum.”
Fallon jumped at the sudden deep voice behind her. She whirled around, nearly knocking two glasses out of Jackson’s hands as she spun to a halt. He was standing just off to her left, looking awkward and out of place.
“Sorry. Did I interrupt something?”
Gil stepped forward, but Fallon stopped him with a quick glare over her shoulder. “No. We were just talking.” She pulled at the hem of her shirt, flattening it across her skirt. “Thanks,” she said, taking the drink he held out to her.
“No problem,” replied Jackson, eyeing Gil with a look of apprehension. “So. Jane told me you’re registering in the national cross country race a couple of months from now.” He shook his head and sighed. “Man. A friend of mine raced last year. He said it was the nastiest competition he’d ever been in. A lot of blood and tears.” He nodded in the direction of her drink. “So that’s why you’re not drinking any alcohol. You’re in training.”
Fallon could almost hear the wheels spinning in Gil’s head, as his gaze levelled on her. He knew all too well she wasn’t abstaining from alcohol because of her training. Not when she’d downed more than one cooler that first night, before she’d fully come to terms with the fact she might be pregnant. It wouldn’t take much for him to come up with another alternative, especially if he’d seen her caress her stomach a few moments ago. She held back a curse and simply shrugged the question off. “Something like that.” She stepped closer to Jackson, hoping Gil would get the hint and leave. “Do you race?”
Jackson opened his mouth, but then closed it again as he looked over at Gil. He seemed uncertain of his next move with Gil just standing there, glaring at him. Fallon felt another curse form on her lips. Damn it if Gil didn’t look like the possessive boyfriend right now. Hell, he all but had she’s mine written across his forehead. She closed her eyes and wished she could just jump in her car and go home.
Jackson extended his hand. “The name’s Jackson. I work with Brad.”
Gil nodded and shook the man’s hand, silently measuring the man’s strength. It looked like the guy had a few pounds on him, but Gil suspected he’d come out ahead if things got ugly. “Brad mentioned it earlier. I’m Gil.”
“Do you work at the dispatch centre too?” asked Jackson.
Gil hid his smile as he glanced over at Fallon. “No. I’m with the Bureau.”
“Ah. A Fed. That suits you more.” Jackson looked over at Fallon but seemed oblivious to the anxious twitch of her hands. “Have you two known each other long?” he asked with an arch of his brow.
“Nearly three years,” answered Gil.
Jackson smiled and began to nod when his eyes widened. “Nearly…Oh. You’re that Gil.”
Gil couldn’t help but chuckle as Fallon’s face turned a deep shade of red, nearly matching the fiery tone of her shirt. “I see Jane told you about me. How sweet of her.” He took a step back. “Good to have met you…Jackson.” He knew he’d injected too much bite into the man’s name, but hell, the bastard was all but caressing Fallon’s arm. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He walked behind Fallon, stopping at her shoulder. “Just let me know when you’re done, and I’ll drive you home.”
He heard Fallon mumble something under her breath and smiled. He’d made his position clear, and for now, that was enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Fallon walked into the kitchen, hoping no one would follow her. Between Jackson and Gil, she hadn’t been able to sneak a moment alone since arriving at Jane’s. And if the ache spreading across the bridge of her nose was any indication, she had a killer headache on the way.
“Hiding, are we?”
Fallon cursed and turned to face Jane. The woman was worse than Gil. “Just taking a break.” She picked up a plate and spooned a few ribs onto it. “I am allowed to eat, right?”
“Of course, darling. But you could have asked Jackson to get you something.”
“Now why would I ask a man to do something I’m quite capable of doing myself?” she countered, sinking her teeth into the soft meat. Damn, it’d been a while since she’d tasted anything so good—other than Gil, of course.
“It’s called courting, Fallon. You should give it a try.” Jane moved over beside her, picking a rib off her plate. “So what do you think?”
“I think Brad should come over and cook for me. These ribs are amazing.”
Jane snorted and rolled her eyes. “Not the food, the man!”
“Oh.” Fallon fumbled with one of the bones. “He’s nice.”
“Nice?” Jane grabbed her by the arm and twisted her around. “He’s more than just nice. He’s fucking hot!” She gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head. “I don’t suppose this has anything to do with Gil?”
“Why would you say that?”
“Oh, I don’t know? Maybe because he hasn’t strayed more than ten feet away from you since you got here.”
“He’s on assignment. After the break-in, he’s worried this creep may be following me.” She tried to shrug Jane’s concerns away. “You know how obsessive he is about his case.”
“Nice try, but it’s more than that. And I’d bet money that it’s you he’s obsessing over, not the case.” She stepped back and gave Fallon a slow sweep. “Oh. My. God!”
“What?” Fallon’s heart was racing as her friend surveyed her again. “Is something wrong?”
“You’re sleeping with him!”
Fallon scowled at her and stepped back. “Says who?”
“Says your body, girlfriend.” Jane waved her hand up and down the front of Fallon’s shirt. “Just look at you. You’re all relaxed, and you skin is practically glowing.”
“I just rode for five hours. My body is exhausted and my skin’s always glowing. It’s called sweat.”
“Oh no. This is totally different. You’ve got that ‘just fucked’ look.” She shook her head again and Fallon had to stop from smacking the knowing smile off her face. “You’ve been fucking him. And more than once.”
Fallon sighed and put the plate down on the counter. “So? You were the one who told me to get laid so I didn’t come across as needy.”
“Yeah, bu
t I didn’t mean with Gil.”
“I don’t see how it matters who I get my sex with, girlfriend!”
Jane sighed and reached for her hand. “Hey. You know I’ve always liked Gil. But…he broke your heart. And after all you’ve been through, I just don’t think he’s the best person for you to get involved with right now. It’s not like anything has changed. And you’ll be the one who gets hurt when he walks away again.” She gave her fingers a squeeze. “Don’t you think it’d just be best to move on, and put Gil and your past behind you?”
Fallon pulled her hand away, doing her best not to cry. Hearing Jane say her deepest fears out loud was more than she could handle right now. “It’s not that simple.”
Jane moved forward and pulled her into a gentle hug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just…you’re still in love with him, aren’t you?”
“So what if I am,” she snapped, pulling out of Jane’s arms. God, her emotions were all over the place. If it weren’t too early, she’d blame it on her hormones. “Look. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.” She huffed at Jane’s frown. “I know what I’m doing, okay?”
Jane threw her hands up just as Jackson walked into the kitchen. “Everything okay?” he asked, looking at Jane back to her.
Fallon sighed and put the phony smile back on her face. “Perfect.” She grabbed a rib off her plate. “Hungry?”
Jackson flashed her a wicked grin and bent down, nibbling the edge of the rib as she held it out to him. Then he ran his tongue along her finger, licking away the drips of barbeque sauce. “Depends on what you’re offering.”
Fallon gasped and dropped the rib, pulling her hand back. She’d only meant to distract him and hadn’t figured he’d take her offer as sexual. Not that he wasn’t perfect sex material. His lean, impeccably honed muscles, the way his lips were soft and smooth. She could tell by the way he carried himself, he’d be a compassionate lover, with more stamina than a seasoned racehorse. The kind of man who could last all night, either in the bed or against a wall. But there was something missing. Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes. She just couldn’t imagine him tying her up or giving her a spanking. Not the way Gil had the other night.
Gil.
She stepped back and looked down at the floor. “Sorry, Jane. As I told Jackson earlier, I’m just not in the groove today.”
Jackson laughed and seemed to miss the mild trembling of her hand as she tucked it against her waist. “I’ll clean it up.”
He bent down, but as he looked back up at her, his face faded, replaced by the glare of wet pavement. Fallon shook her head, watching as his image washed back into focus.
“Fallon? Are you okay? The colour just drained from your face.”
“Huh? Oh, fine. Perfectly fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Damn, she sounded lame, but it was the first words she’d been able to form right. She felt off kilter, but wasn’t sure why.
Jackson stood up and took her hand. “Are you sure your leg is the only injury from your ride today? Maybe you hit your head?” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. “Why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you some more food?”
Fallon stared down at his hand, not sure why she couldn’t pull hers away, when the scene changed and she was staring at another set of hands, clasped around a clean white cloth. They were older, with a few scars criss-crossing the back. She gasped and jerked back, snapping back to Jane’s kitchen as her back collided with a stool.
“Jesus, Fallon. What the hell’s gotten into you?” Jane was standing in front of her, waving her hand in front of her face. “Jackson was only trying to help.”
Fallon pushed herself up and took a shaky step forward. “I’m sorry. I thought I saw a spider drop onto the floor beside my foot. You know how much I hate those things.” Jane and Jackson looked down and Fallon sighed in relief. At least they wouldn’t think she was completely crazy…yet.
“I don’t see anything,” said Jane. “Are you sure…”
Are you sure she’s the one?
“What did you say?” gasped Fallon.
Jane arched her brow and gave Jackson a concerned look. “I asked if you were sure you saw a spider.”
Fallon looked down, unable to process the words. Someone else was talking to her. A dark voice that seemed very far away.
She’s the one. My next salvation.
“Damn it, Fallon, you’re scaring me!”
Jane was practically screaming at her, but her voice didn’t seem to register. Fallon looked up and forced a smile, knowing she had very little time left. “You know, come to think of it, I did bang my head when I tumbled over my handlebars. I guess it’s got me a bit confused.” She turned to Jackson and flashed him her best smile. “Would you do me a favour and grab me another bottle of soda? I’m just going to pay a quick visit to the ladies room and then I’ll meet you out on the deck.”
“Sure thing. But are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor or something?” He looked over at Jane as if seeking support. “You could have a concussion.”
Fallon waved her hand, trying to ignore the way Jackson’s body had become transparent. “Nah. I just need to sit down for a bit and re-hydrate myself. But I’d love the company, if you don’t mind babysitting me for a while.”
Jackson chuckled and gave her a sweeping bow. “It would be my pleasure,” he replied. “You go ahead to the bathroom, and I’ll save a patio chair for you.”
Fallon smiled and pushed past him, hoping her feet would carry her far enough away before the full force of the vision hit. She made for the doorway off the living room, knowing it led down a short hall to the bathroom.
The ground shifted and she stumbled, landing hard against the wall. Half of the room had faded away, leaving only a few feet ahead of her still solid. She lunged forward, grabbing the cold handle as she flung herself inside the room. She had just enough strength to close the door behind her, before her world disappeared and she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
* * * *
Gil stood on the corner of the deck, stunned. He’d done his best to leave Fallon to her new friend, but when she’d finally ditched the guy and made for the kitchen, he’d been unable to stop himself from following her. He’d lagged behind just long enough to give her a sense of freedom before weaving his way to the far door. What he’d heard had caught him completely off guard. She’d been arguing with Jane over her attraction—or should he say, lack of—for Jackson. Relief washed over him and he’d planned to walk away, when Jane had said his name. He’d stopped and listened, his chest tight, his pulse racing, as Fallon had admitted, first her sexual relationship with him, and then her love.
Now he was standing on the deck, shaking. Though he’d assured himself she still wanted him, to hear her say it was more than he’d hoped for. Now he just had to find a way to get her to say it to him.
You’re an idiot if you think she’ll admit anything to you.
He snarled and pounded his fist on the railing. The voice was right. Fallon would keep her feelings a secret unless she had no doubts about his. And he didn’t know how to tell her how he felt. How do you tell someone you love them, when you’ve spent the past six months hiding from them, from the truth?
Carefully.
He smiled at the thought and turned just as Jackson walked out of the door and headed over to one of the tables Brad had set up around the deck. He watched as the man set two drinks down on the table and pulled another chair over to his side. He was obviously expecting company.
Gil turned away and headed for the other door. The last thing he needed was for Fallon to catch him spying on her, even if he had ventured to the deck first. Knowing the kind of mood she was in, she’d only see it one way…her way. He wove his way into the dining room when Jane stomped to a halt in front of him.
“What the hell’s going on?”
Gil looked the woman up and down, but it didn’t look like she was drunk. “I’m sorry, but I have absolutely no idea
what you’re talking about.”
Jane sneered at him and palmed her hips. “I’m talking about Fallon. What is this case doing to her?”
The first inkling of fear prickled his skin as he quickly scanned the room. Fallon wasn’t there. “Why? Did something happen?”
Jane flipped her head up and gave him one hell of a cold glare. “You mean besides you fucking her?” She sighed and motioned towards the kitchen. “We were talking in the kitchen and she completely zoned out on me. Like she was somewhere else. I’m worried. She’s acting strange.”
“Did she say anything, or tell you what was wrong?”
“No. She gave some lame ass excuse about hitting her head while she was riding and then scurried off to the washroom like some frightened mouse.” Jane shook her head. “I can understand her trying to ditch Jackson, but…she’s never lied to me before.”
Gil nodded and grabbed her arm. “Where is she now?”
Jane shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose either in the bathroom, or out on the deck with Jackson. Unless she decided to sneak away.”
Gil shook his head and dropped his hand. “I just came from the deck and she knows better than to go out alone. Where’s your closest washroom?”
Jane pointed to the hallway off to her left. “Through there, down the hall on the right.” She stepped in front of him as he tried to walk by her. “Wait! What’s wrong with her? Is it something to do with the case?”
Gil placed his hands on her shoulders and gently eased her out of the way. “Just do me a favour. Keep everyone away from here until I figure it out.”
Jane nodded as Gil moved past her and down the hall. The door to the washroom was closed, but he could hear someone inside. He inched closer and pressed his back against the wall as he leaned over and listened. The noise was muffled, like someone breathing through a cloth over the phone. He reached under his arm and touched the grip of his gun, wanting to know it was close if he needed it.
