02 Unforgivable - Untouchable

by Lindsay Delagair

  “Oh—oh sure, I’ll go get her.” The slight-built man hurried off to relieve her from her register. It didn’t take long for the twenty-something, gum chewing, curly haired cashier to greet her visitors.

  “Hi, ya’ll. My manager said you needed to see me about someone that I rang up a couple days ago, but there are a lot of folks that come through—”

  “You might remember this couple,” Micah interrupted, showing her a picture of Leese and watching her reaction as she earnestly studied her face. Then he handed her one of Ryan.

  “Those two! Oh, Lord, yes. Who could forget those blue-eyes? He was a real card, half crazy, I think. I thought there was something wrong about them.”

  “Why?” Gwen asked.

  “The girl, she was real quiet, but he was talkative enough for the both of them. He said they got married the day before—I mean the diamond on her hand didn’t look like nothing he could afford, but she never denied it, never said a word. And then he got kinda nasty-talkin’, sayin’ she lost her voice from screamin’ on their weddin’ night. I couldn’t believe he said that.”

  Micah inhaled and his muscle mass seemed to double in size.

  “Anyway,” she continued, apparently enjoying the fact that she had something to tell, “she hauled off and slugged him in the arm, hard, too. It was no love tap, honey.”

  Micah smiled slightly, losing a little of the anger.

  “But when he started to pay, she spoke up and said she had it, and then pulled out brand-new hundred dollar bills.”

  “Was that all?” Gwen pressed.

  “Did they mention anything about where they were headed after here?” Micah added.

  “No, I don’t recall, but he did say they flew in from California, if that helps.”

  “Thank you for—” Gwen started to say.

  “So did he like kidnap her? I knew that boy wasn’t right in the head.”

  “We’ll be in touch if we need anything else,” Gwen dodged.

  The flight back to Louisiana was quiet for the first hour.

  “Micah, I’m sorry, but I think you need to seriously consider what Mom told you last night.”

  “I’m not divorcing her, Gwen.”

  “It’s not a divorce, it’s an annulment.”

  “I don’t care what it’s called, I—”

  “You worked too hard to risk your fortune on—”

  “She has more money than me,” he said raising an eyebrow at his sister.

  “Maybe she does and maybe she could care less about your millions, but you also thought she was going to be a faithful—”

  “Shut up, Gwen. It isn’t right. I still don’t believe she left me for Ryan. He may have been helping her, but he isn’t the reason. You heard the cashier about how Leese was acting in the store.”

  “Micah, wake up! Didn’t you notice something a little odd in that house? If she wasn’t after Ryan then—”

  “Don’t say it. Of course I noticed the—the bed.”

  “They left in a hurry and they didn’t take time to make the bed—there was only one bed that was—”

  “Stop it! I’m not an idiot, Gwen.”

  “You’ve been denying what happened since she left. It’s time to see the truth. She left with Ryan on her own. I’m sorry, I thought she was the real deal too, but in the end she’s just a rich, spoiled, eighteen year old girl who didn’t realize she already had the greatest guy on the planet.”

  Micah cut his eyes at her. They didn’t speak to each other again.

  As the plane approached the runway in New Orleans, Micah pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial, “Hey Bill, I need some legal work. It’s not too late for an annulment, is it? No, I’m afraid it didn’t work out, she—she ran away with another guy a couple days later. Yeah, but not as shocked as me. I’ll stop by your office tomorrow.”

  They walked off the plane as Micah thanked his sister for helping him. His cell phone went off again and a strange look came across his face as he looked at the caller’s identity.

  “Who is it?” Gwen asked, worried it might be the person she just convinced him to get an annulment from.

  But it only took one name to realize she would have preferred that it was Leese.

  “D’Angelo,” he said, answering the phone and walking away.

  Chapter Eleven

  After we fueled in Murfreesboro, it was a three hour run for Colorado Springs.

  “That’s about our maximum range,” Ryan commented as we left the Tennessee runway. “We’ll be pretty close to empty by the time we get there.”

  “So you say you know some people out there, but you never said how.”

  “I lived there when I was younger. My dad was an instructor at the Academy for about three years before he went back to flying combat missions.”

  “Wow, that’s pretty impressive. You’re mom doesn’t look that old, was your dad—”

  “A little—ten years; he would have turned fifty one next month, he was forty seven when he was killed.”

  I watched his brow furrow and I knew it was time to change the subject, “So you were living with your sister in Pensacola? I never met her, how old is she?”

  “Dianna is twenty-two. Her husband, Clyde—”

  “Clyde?” I was trying not to giggle, but it sounded funny.

  “Yeah, I know and what’s even funnier is that’s his nickname. Did you ever see the movie ‘Every Which Way But Loose’ with Clint Eastwood?”

  My smile got a little broader, “No, I’m afraid I never watched any of his movies.”

  “You’re kidding, right? You’ve never seen a Clint Eastwood film?” He was genuinely surprised.

  “I’m not a big movie buff, but go on and tell me what the connection is between them.” I was getting the feeling from the expression on Ryan’s face that it was going to be funny, however it ended.

  “Eastwood’s character in the movie is a boxer named Philo Beddow who travels with an orangutan named Clyde.”

  “He’s named after a monkey?” The laughter was beginning to roll up from somewhere in the middle of my stomach.

  Ryan was trying to keep a straight face, but he was already chuckling, “Orangutans are apes, not monkeys. And no, his mom named him Philo after the boxer, but he had such shock red hair that everyone said he looked more like Clyde the ape and that’s how he got the nickname.”

  “That’s awful! You’re kidding about this, right?”

  “Swear to God, it’s the honest truth—his hair is redder than mine.”

  “He’s at least a handsome redhead right; he doesn’t look like an ape in the face?”

  “Hey, that’s a girl’s department to judge. I don’t rate guys, but it’s just the color of his hair that earned him the nickname. My sister likes his looks. Man, when we land I’ve got to get some Clint Eastwood movies for you to watch.”

  “Finish telling me about Dianna and Clyde; you got side-tracked.”

  “Oh, yeah. Anyway, Clyde is thirty and he’s a master sergeant with the 46th Test Wing at Eglin. They live off the base and Mom thought I needed another male influence in my life so she decided I should stay with them for a little while. Well, that and the fact I could be in the Air Force ROTC at Pensacola High.”

  “I thought you said your mom is against the idea of you enlisting?”

  “She is, but she said she can’t live my life for me, I’ve got to make my own choices, so she let me go.”

  “She sounds like a good mom. Where does Palm Beach fit into all of this?”

  “She is. Mom is originally from there. Her family is old money and no matter where we moved with Dad when he shipped around the states, Palm Beach was always home base. We moved back there when they sent him overseas.”

  “So you still have friends out here?” I asked as we neared our destination.

  “Yeah, I have a couple buddies that are already enlisted and a few that are finishing up high school—like us,” he emphasized, letting me know he still wanted bot
h of us to get our diplomas.

  “I don’t know how we’re going to do that, at least not for a little while until we make sure we don’t have to move again.”

  “We’re going to be okay here, Leese. He only found us because of what happened at the airport.”

  “You don’t know his family,” I said, trying not to let the pain hit me. “His mother is an expert when it comes to tracing people and finding out every detail about their lives. I wouldn’t be surprised if Micah knows every place you’ve ever lived.”

  “Maybe, but until then we’re going to settle in and get comfortable here. If we have to go, we’ll pick someplace that neither of us has ever been.”

  I was thinking if it came to that, I was leaving here without him. He looked at this as a game until this morning when we actually had a near encounter. He didn’t know Micah like I did. He’d never watched him empty himself of emotion and become the person he was trained to be. Ryan would hate me for running without him, but it would be one time I would leave a big enough trail that Micah would come straight after me and leave him alone.

  We landed at COS and I gave Ryan a roll of cash to cover the costs for storing the airplane. He left me for a little while when he went to talk to the guys at the office. I dug into my duffle while he was gone, realizing I never even brushed my hair this morning, but it was so short I could straighten it out with my fingers if I had to. I looked in the mirror and still couldn’t get over how good of a job he had done. I put on my makeup. Then, making sure no one was around, I changed my clothes. I folded and repacked my bags and then sat there wondering what was taking Ryan so long. I considered opening his bags and folding his clothes, but I didn’t want it to appear that I was simply snooping through his things.

  Finally, my wild redhead appeared at the door of the plane.

  “Wow, leave you alone for a little while and you get all dolled-up.”

  I smiled, “I’m not ‘dolled-up’ I just put on a little makeup and some decent clothes.” I passed him the bags as he reached for them. “Did you call for a taxi? I’m sure there are some hotels here at the airport that—”

  “We’re covered. I’ve got a couple friends coming to get us, we’re going to stay with them tonight, and tomorrow we can start looking for our own place. And by the way,” he said as everything was unloaded and he put out his hand to help me down the stairs, “You are a doll with or without the makeup.”

  He let go of my hand and placed both hands around my waist and lifted me off the stairs and set me gently on the tarmac, surprising me as I looked up into his happy expression. He was evidently enjoying our time together no matter the circumstances.

  I heard a car approaching as Ryan reluctantly let go and grabbed up the bags, “Okay, here we go baby, get ready for some wild people.”

  “What?”

  “Just smile,” he said out of the corner of his mouth.

  A white Chevy Caprice barreled toward us with two massive young guys in the front seat. They were built like Micah, wide chests, thick necks and burly biceps, but they both had crew-cuts and were whooping and hollering out the windows before the car even stopped.

  “Who did you call?” I questioned through gritted teeth.

  “Friends,” he gritted back. “Take off your rings,” he whispered and then stepped in front of me to provide a little cover.

  I quickly pulled the wedding set off my hand and slipped them into the pocket of my jeans.

  “Andy! Ty! How’s it going!” he shouted at them as they rolled out of the car and headed our direction.

  They practically dog-piled Ryan, which isn’t easy to do to someone his height, but it was no problem for these two monsters. He got slugged a couple times, in teasing of course, but I could still tell it hurt. They were laughing and asking what happened to his hair as they roughed his head.

  “My hair?” Ryan scoffed, “You guys are ones to talk. What happened to your hair?”

  “We got ours cut, but someone didn’t turn our asses over and dip us in friggin’ pumpkin colored paint!”

  “It’s red, not pumpkin,” Ryan rebutted, defending his color choice.

  “It’s my fault,” I spoke up, causing all three heads to snap my direction. “I’m responsible for the color job, but we’re dying it back to black tonight.”

  Both guys straightened up and big smiles came across their faces. “Damn, Ryan—you’ve done all right for yourself, son,” the largest one stated.

  I felt the blush hit my cheeks.

  “Andy, Ty, this is Leese, she’s—”

  “A good friend,” I finished for him, reaching out to shake hands. I didn’t expect to get grabbed but the one Ryan referred to as Andy, pulled me next to him and wrapped his arms around me.

  The smile fell off Ryan’s face.

  “Well, girlfriend, if he’s just a buddy, I’m your new man,” he laughed and gave me a brief hug and turned me loose.

  Ty reached out and took my hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it, “Not if I have anything to say about it,” he quipped. “Nice to meet you, Leese. And don’t mind my brother, he’s a dipshit, but I know how to treat a lady.”

  Ryan pushed them both away from me and stepped between, “Back off you idiots, she’s here with me and she’s not looking for a Romeo—or a pair of clowns.”

  “Ah, man, you’re just jealous because we look better than you, Pumpkin Head,” Andy laughed.

  “Maybe we’ll look for that apartment today,” Ryan growled, turning to me.

  “The hell you say!” Andy responded. “Momma’s got a room ready for you and supper planned. She’ll kick your ass if you bail on us now.”

  The trunk was opened and our bags were tossed inside. The guys tried talking me into sitting between them in the front seat, leaving Ryan alone in the back, but I politely refused. I think they were kidding, but it was a little hard to tell.

  I wasn’t usually afraid in a vehicle, but Ty drove like a lunatic. I found myself clutching Ryan’s arm to stay upright as Ty took curves and corners too fast. Ryan wrapped his arm around me and braced his legs against the back of the front seats to keep us from sliding around.

  “Do you guys know of any good cars for sale,” Ryan asked as we exited the airport. He could tell I wouldn’t want to ride any more than necessary with these two.

  Andy turned around to answer and got a funny look on his face as he watched Ryan’s grip on me tighten, “I know a guy that has an awesome 1969 AMC Javelin. It’s all original with the 390 engine and a four speed, but he wants like ten grand for it.”

  “Is it on the way?” I asked, my arms twining around Ryan’s waist.

  Andy leaned forward and smacked Ty on the shoulder, “Hey, stop at Pearly’s house, they wanna check out the Javelin.”

  The car took a sharp left and Ryan landed on me as we flopped over in the seat. He was grinning as we righted ourselves. “Ty, do you think you could drive a little less like Bo Duke? Leese’s gonna have bruises by the time we get to your house.”

  “I don’t know,” Ty laughed as he slowed his pace, “I had a big crush on Daisy Duke. If you can talk Leese into a pair of short-shorts and high-heels I might actually drive civil.”

  The guys laughed. I didn’t think it was that funny.

  We pulled down a shaded street filled with older homes and drove down to the end and turned into a driveway. Andy went up and knocked as we waited in the yard. An older black man answered the door and then came outside.

  “You interested in my car?” he asked Ryan.

  “Yes, sir. Is it in good condition?”

  “I’d say. I bought her back in ‘69 right off the showroom floor. I’ve put 78,000 miles on her and that’s all. Come on around to the garage.”

  We followed him to a dilapidated detached building around the side of the house, but when the door was lifted, there sat a shining red Javelin with a black stripe.

  “She ain’t got no rust. The seats are perfect except for one little burn h
ole in the backseat from my stupid cousin Clair. The floor is solid and the mats are original. She runs like a scalded-ass ape.”

  “When’s the last time you cranked her up?” I asked.

  “I crank her at least once a week and I take her out on the road about once a month. I’ve won a couple awards at the local car shows for her,” he added proudly.

  “So why are you selling it?” Ryan asked.

  “Why does anybody sell anything?” he quipped. “I could use the money and my pickup truck gets me back and forth to work just fine. She’s just for show.”

  “Well, stop jacking your jaw, Pearly, and crank her up,” Ty said impatiently.

  “You damn boys might be MP’s but you ain’t the boss of me, so you can just hold your high horse,” he said fishing around in his pocket for the key. “Besides, I see this lady here seems to have an eye for fine cars.” He watched me looking it over. “She might like to crank it. It’s stick though, honey, so you’re gonna have to push in the clutch and put her in neutral.

  “I can drive stick,” I smiled, taking the offered key.

  Andy and Ty made a collective noise like they were impressed that I could drive a manual. Ryan just laughed. He’d ridden with me and he knew what I could do behind the wheel.

  “Give the gas one tap, before you turn the key,” Pearly stated.

  I did as instructed and the engine came immediately to life. I liked the sound right away. “Can we test drive it?”

  “I don’t know,” Pearly stated, giving me and Ryan a hard look, “can you afford it? I want eighty-five hundred for her.”

  “Do you have a current tag on it?” I asked.

  “Yup, just renewed it about five months ago.”

  “Yeah, we can manage the price—if it runs good.”

  “Well, come on, darlin’ let’s take her for a ride.” He motioned Ryan around to the passenger’s side. He looked at Ty and Andy. “You boys can wait here, cuz the trunk ain’t big enough to hold both of you!” he laughed. He had me lean forward as he tipped the seat up and crawled into the back.

  I could see the disappointment written on their faces as they watched me drive away.

  “Which way?” I asked reaching the end of the drive.