Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers

by Piñeiro, Caridad

  “Turn it on, Jaymee.” She looked down at him. “I mean the new computer.”

  The laughter in his voice sent her scurrying to find the master switch of the surge protector connected to the second computer. She could feel sweat forming at the back of her neck as she snapped the switch on. She couldn’t believe she’d stared at the bulge in his pants, that she had come this close to actually smirking out loud, “What a big...” What was wrong with her? She had to get away from him for a few minutes, to gather herself again.

  “Excuse me for a bit,” she said, trying not to sound flustered. “I’ll be right back. Want a drink? Beer? Soda?”

  “A beer sounds great,” answered Nick agreeably, half-regretting he had to let her go. He was very close to finding the trigger to this mysterious woman, but the answer to his prayers was sitting on the desk in front of him. Seducing Jaymee would have to wait. As soon as she closed the door behind her, he drew the chair close to the table and got to work.

  ***

  In the restroom, Jaymee rubbed her heated face with a damp cloth. She’d gone insane. Somehow eight years without a man had built into a pressure cooker of crazed lust without her knowledge, and a man with hungry eyes and incredible hands had, wittingly or unwittingly, taken off the tight cover.

  She stared into the mirror, seeing the strange wild glitter in her own eyes, the unnatural rosiness of her cheeks. Lust. She lusted after this new man in her life and his hot tough body. And he wanted her just as badly. His body told her so, and his words were just as brutally honest. It’d be a simple affair and no more, something to which she’d never agree. Never. She bit down on her lower lip. She wouldn’t, right?

  She groaned aloud in the little room and rewetted the cloth to wipe her face again. She couldn’t hide the truth any longer. She would. She would settle for an affair if that was what Nick wanted. Or she could try to fight it. It’d be, she decided with firm grimness, just a matter of determination. She refused to be Red Riding Hood, being seduced by his eyes and hands and...and...other big parts.

  There were other fairy tales which had big bad wolves in them. “I’ll be the third little pig instead,” she told her image in the mirror. “I’ll be the smart little pig that built the house of stone.”

  She nodded, as if her solution was some brilliant strategy of war. The wolf couldn’t get the little pig in that story. Then she grinned at the ridiculousness of her thoughts.

  Feeling a modicum of control returning, she turned off the lights and reentered the kitchen. She eyed the closed door to her study, then went to get some beer from the refrigerator. An electronic background, she noted, meant someone with training, maybe even a degree. What was he doing laboring as a roofer in a town in the boondocks? It just didn’t add up. What was it he had to straighten out, and why was he in hiding? She really didn’t want to help him, if he had done anything illegal. The less she knew the better. Let him leave soon. He was far too threatening to her world.

  Nick didn’t look up when the door opened, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he played with the computer’s operating system program. He could detect her floral scent as she came closer, and nodded his thanks when a bottle of beer appeared in front of him. Taking a swig, he sank deeper into the chair and scanned the screen. He was beginning to like the chair a lot.

  Jaymee looked at the screen. Those lines looked like nonsense to her, but Nick appeared to know what they meant as he grunted and typed something, then moved the cursor around.

  “What’s the problem, do you know?” she questioned, pulling up a chair alongside his. “What are these things?”

  “I’m just directing some basic self-testing programs,” he explained. “The computer can zero in on where the problem is. It looks promising. If it’s software, it’s fixable without anything being taken apart.”

  “Oh.” Whatever. If he fixed it, she would be eternally grateful. She had cried at the possibility of spending more money to replace whatever was wrong with it. “Can you really fix it?”

  Of course he could. The Programmer ate computer chips for breakfast, and, he added after giving his companion a brief glance, sexy roofers for dinner. “It might take a while. I’ve nothing to do this weekend, so if you want, I can come back and play with it.” And get to his connections.

  “You’ll have to tell me when. I won’t be home much.”

  “Going somewhere for the weekend?” He wondered what she did for fun.

  “No, I’ll be in and out, but if you tell me when it’s convenient for you, I’ll be here.”

  “How about eleven in the morning? Then you can feed me lunch.”

  Jaymee nodded. “Fine. How much are you charging me to fix it?”

  Nick shrugged. “Let me work on it first.” He eyed her with outrageous wickedness, and added, “I’m very negotiable about payments.”

  She was determined to stick to business. “Cash, then,” she said, gulping down her milk. “If I’m not home when you arrive, just wait in the back porch.”

  Turning off the computer, Nick stood up, stretching his back. His knees creaked and popped in protest. Hearing it, Jaymee tried to hide a grin. Week one for Roofer Wannabes was always a painful experience.

  “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” He made a threatening step toward her and she quickly pulled the two kitchen chairs between them. “You like seeing me in pain.”

  Jaymee tugged the chairs behind her as she went back into the kitchen. “Is the big construction man in pain?” she mocked back, feeling safe with the chairs as protection. “Come, come. What about those tough muscles?”

  Nick finished his drink and put the empty bottle in the sink. He watched her arrange the chairs at the small table before walking to the counter. Pulling out the top drawer, she withdrew some cash.

  “Come on,” she said, “I’ll help you to your Jeep, poor limping thing.”

  “It is getting dark and scary outside,” he agreed. “Hold my hand?”

  Her voice was Southern sweet in the semi-darkness. “I hope the mosquitoes eat you up, Langley.

  Big Bad Wolf: Chapter Four

  Nick showed up at the little house early on purpose. Jaymee’s truck was where she’d parked it the night before, so she was either home or hadn’t used it to go wherever she had to be. Walking down the path, he admired the clumps of hibiscus bushes in full bloom. He didn’t really look last evening, but the property was quite picturesque, especially in the backyard with the view of the lake.

  A wooden picnic table stood under an elm oak with dipping branches. He recognized Jaymee’s shirts on a clothesline nearby. The lake was quite big, shared by surrounding properties, and he could see an upside down canoe on the bank.

  If he stood quietly at the porch, he could hear the lazy buzz of summer all around — the bees and the frogs competing, the creaky clothesline, the hushing whispers of leaves as they rubbed each other, even the occasional watery plop from the lake. Nick paused for a long moment on the steps. He could see it very well. A laughing Jaymee sitting at that picnic table with her three kids quarreling and fighting in this backyard. They would all have curly dark auburn hair like their mother’s, with the same green and brown eyes, and be just as feisty, probably just as stubborn; and in the middle of all the bedlam, Jaymee would raise her laughing eyes at him and —

  He almost fell off the steps. He had no business fantasizing about Jaymee Barrows like that. It wasn’t like him to make up scenarios that could never be. The moment Command found out he was alive, the instant he was briefed about the situation, he would be gone, with new orders. And Jaymee would still be here, running her small business like it was part of a grand plan. She’d meet a safe man, someone who would give her those things she wanted, and it’d be his eyes she’d seek over the noisy chatter of her children.

  Nick calmly crushed the aluminum can in his hand, and turning away from the backyard, he tapped on the back door. It was Bob Barrows who came to answer, his gaze turning suspicious at the sight of the vis
itor.

  “She ain’t here.”

  “She told me to meet her here,” Nick informed him. He wondered what it was that made this old man so hostile toward his hard-working daughter. “I was just making sure she isn’t home yet.”

  “She’s busy enough without you taking up her time,” Bob said, not opening the door any wider. “You ain’t no good for her, man. Why don’t you just leave her be, so she won’t get her heart broken?”

  “That’s a strange way of caring about your daughter, isn’t it?” Nick politely asked. And because he wanted more details about Jaymee’s past, he added, “Could it be you’re just making sure there’s no possibility of her abandoning the business, and therefore, you?”

  Bull’s eye, Nick thought, as he took note of the man’s sharp intake of breath. The old guy’s switch, he disdainfully concluded, was pathetically easy to find. He knew there was more to the story. Jaymee apparently wasn’t knuckling under a bullying father; she was doing this of her own free will, and he intended to find out the reason.

  “Well, is that Miss High and Mighty’s story to you?” Bob Barrows’ runny eyes narrowed into malicious slits. “You may fall for all that college knowledge she pretends to have, but if she was so smart, how come she’s in the hole she’s in?”

  “Why don’t you tell me?” Nick leaned nonchalantly against the railing.

  A crafty smile fanned the wrinkles on the old man’s face. “I can still see pretty good with my old eyes. You want my daughter, don’t you? You got the same look Danny boy had whenever he cast his wicked eyes in her direction.”

  Bob pushed open the screen door and came out, shuffling his feet as if he wasn’t sure how far the floor was. He squinted up at Nick.

  Sloshed. Probably been so since last night. Nick studied him for a second. “Who is Danny?”

  Sitting down slowly in the rocking chair, Bob gave him that shifty, knowing look again. “Why, her fiancé, of course.” And he laughed, enjoying Nick’s surprise. “I knew I could get you with that one, boy! She already got herself a pretty boy, she doesn’t need a second one.”

  Nick was unprepared for the surge of anger that swamped him. A fiancé. He hadn’t expected that piece of information at all. Reason told him the old man was lying, but his own reaction to the news, even if it were untrue, jarred him. This wasn’t him at all. The Programmer rarely acted on emotions. Through the years, he’d gotten used to efficiently studying a system and taking it apart, and out of habit, he did it to people around him. It helped him put distance between him and his targets. This jumble of emotions—anger and yes, jealousy—startled him.

  Before he could probe Bob further, he heard footsteps coming from the side of the house, then Jaymee rounded the corner, with her usual fast strides. She stopped abruptly at the sight of him and her father, looking from one to the other as if to gauge what was happening. Wearing rumpled clothing and with her hair in its usual untidy ponytail, she looked tired.

  Nick narrowed his eyes. She looked like she’d just gotten out of bed. He squeezed the crushed aluminum in his hand tighter.

  “Hi,” Jaymee greeted, climbing the porch steps. “’Morning, Dad. Feeling better?”

  Her father just grunted, rocking the chair, his eyes half closed.

  “Hi,” Nick said.

  “Come on into the house. I need a glass of water. God, it’s hot today.”

  Jaymee frowned slightly, sensing something wasn’t right. Nick had followed her silently into the kitchen and watched her pour water into two glasses. He was angry about something. She could feel it, even though his face was cool and unreadable.

  Nick waited till she drank down the glass of water. “You look tired.” He studied at her disheveled appearance again. Wherever she’d spent the night, she hadn’t taken her truck with her, which meant someone had picked her up and dropped her off. The seed of suspicion put a scowl on his face. “Busy morning?”

  She was looking away, so he didn’t bother hiding his black stare.

  “Hmm,” she agreed, yawning on cue. “Nothing a cup of coffee won’t fix, though. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the study. I’ll be right there as soon as I wash up.”

  He wanted to grab her by the shoulders, turn her around and demand to know where she’d spent the night. Was it with this Danny person? Without a word, he did as she told him, sitting himself in front of the new computer. He didn’t wait for her, turning on the machine.

  Jaymee quickly ran a brush through her tangles and pulled at her clothes in an effort to look less unkempt. Normally, she wouldn’t care what she looked like, but then, she hadn’t acted normal since Nick showed up. She gave herself a critical lookover in the mirror. She made a face. She wasn’t a fresh-faced twenty year-old any more. Eight years of the kind of work she did had dissolved the baby fat around her face, leaving her far too lean and hollow-cheeked. There was nothing there to attract a man. Boring hazel eyes. Boring lips. Bad hair. She sighed. Maybe some lipstick would help. And definitely keep that tangled mess of hair off her face.

  The sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard came from the study as she crossed the kitchen, her hands busy securing the pin in her hair. She could hear the rocking chair outside the kitchen window, and she stuck her head out to check on her father. He had dozed off, as was his mid-morning habit. Good. She didn’t want him confronting Nick again. He probably hadn’t even noticed him standing on the porch.

  “Any progress?” she asked, walking in and standing beside Nick.

  She had no idea what he was doing as he kept typing senseless sentences. It must be the right thing since the computer seemed to be talking back to him, flashing messages on its screen and blipping encouraging noises.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Several minutes of silence went by before she tried again. “Is it a serious problem?”

  “No.” She found his fast-moving fingers absolutely fascinating.

  “Can I do anything?”

  “No.”

  Jaymee sighed. He was treating the damned machine like some long lost lover, and what was more, it was responding to his touch with a lot more enthusiasm than an inanimate object ought to have. It was obviously a female computer. “Well, I guess I’ll fix us something to eat and do some chores. Holler if you need me.”

  “OK.”

  She studied him a moment longer. So much for freshening up. What’d it be like to be at the receiving end of that unwavering concentration? At that moment, he raked an impatient hand through those dark, luxuriant too-long locks, muttered something back to the machine, and went back to typing. His eyes hadn’t left the screen since she came in. All that lipstick, she mournfully sighed again. Wasted.

  When she left the room, Nick heaved an answering sigh of his own. Frustration dominated the jumbled emotions he felt. Frustration and anger. It was disconcerting. He had, before him, what he needed—easy access to spend time online and break through firewalls so he could leave a message for his contact privately—and he should be feeling elated at his good luck. Instead, all he wanted to do at the moment was lock the study door and kiss a certain woman into telling him her secrets. The memory of the taste of her mouth called him, and the thought of her kissing somebody else after he left her the night before felt like a 100-lb weight on his chest.

  Everything about her told him she was a loner, unattached, and had been for awhile, but he could be wrong. Maybe she did have a fiancé somewhere and he just hadn’t shown his face around the job sites, that was all. And maybe the fiancé would have his face smashed in, if he ever did.

  Nick took a deliberate deep breath and exhaled. She was interrupting his focus. With resolute grimness, he pushed everything to the back of his mind, allowing only thoughts about the computer to remain. He was almost done playing with the operating program. Fixing what was wrong was easy enough, but he needed to rewrite parts of the program for his needs.

  Just as he’d suspected, Jaymee wasn’t using DSL or wireless. He kind of understood her thinking
by now. Hell, he’d seen her cheap cell phone. He’d also noticed the TV antenna on the roof. She was cutting back on every little luxury most people took for granted. That would be over a thousand dollars of savings there in the bank.

  He’d come prepared. Looking under the desk, he disengaged the phone line that hooked up the older computer to the wall outlet. Then he stood up and checked the back of the new computer and found the phone line dangling loose. Holding the line in his mouth, he pulled out a small plastic packet from his back pocket and poured its contents onto the table. Several tiny flat microchips the size of fish flake food scattered out.

  Nick cocked his head, listening intently for Jaymee’s movements outside the study. He heard her moving around the sink area. Making lunch, from the sounds of it. Pulling out a pair of tweezers from the other back pocket, he used them to pick up a chip. He released the line he was holding in his mouth into his other hand, and with a quick practiced twist, he inserted the microchip into the connector, firmly pressing it into place. He plugged it into the outlet in the wall.

  It took another five minutes before his link went through. He hesitated when the password was requested. If he gave it, Command would know he was alive, and so would anyone else monitoring his password. They wouldn't be able to read his message, but they’d know he wasn’t dead, and after the narrow escape from his boat, he had a feeling his demised condition was very important to the enemy. If he’d been betrayed from the inside, then their attempt to kill him had failed.

  No. He would have to break in. There were only a few personnel in his agency who could trace or recognize his encryptions, and really, only one who knew how to decode it, and then disguise a similar message back to him. Step by step, his mind took him through the logistics. Override the security checkpoints. Invade through disguise. Disrupt by merging simple commands. Then make sure only one person would come across it.