Getting Lucky

by Susan Andersen

  Veronica had barely begun telling her when Coop poked his head in the door. “There you are,” he said, gazing at his wife with a soft expression. Pulling his gaze away, he looked over at Lily. “Do you mind if I borrow her for a while? Glynnis is asking to spend a little time with her. She wants to get to know her better before we have to shove off.” He shot her a cocky smile. “I think she wants to make sure Ronnie’s good enough for me.”

  “Oh, by all means, then.” Lily smiled at Veronica. “Thank you for your help.”

  “Thank you for the lunch.”

  “Yeah, it was great,” Coop added. “Ronnie tells me my earlier compliment was—how did you put it, sweetpea?—‘heavy-handed, chauvinistic pap’? So I take back the ‘looking like you do’ part. But you’re still a killer cook.”

  She glanced at Veronica, and they both laughed.

  Coop shrugged good-naturedly. “Still didn’t get it right, huh?”

  “Close enough,” Lily said. “And thank you. I appreciate the sentiment. I just wish you guys were going to be around long enough for me to make you a meal truly worthy of these nice compliments.”

  Coop’s dark eyebrows rose toward his blond hairline. “Tell you what. You get Midnight to bring you by our place on your way back to California, and we’ll take you up on that. We’ll supply the ingredients if you’ll do the cooking.”

  “Deal.” But when Lily thought about it after Coop and Veronica left, it plunged her back into a case of the poor-pitiful-me’s. Zach was out flirting with Cassidy in the other room while she did the Cinderella-sans-the-prince thing here in the kitchen. What did that say about him wanting the kind of relationship with her that included spur of the moment side trips to visit his friends?

  Not much.

  She was taking her frustration out on a messy pan with a scrubby and a lot of elbow grease when two strong arms suddenly slid around her waist and a warm mouth pressed a kiss into the contour of her neck. With a startled squeak, she jumped.

  “Hey, there,” Zach murmured, bending his knees and snuggling up behind her. “You almost finished with KP duty?”

  “What do you care?” She hunched her shoulder, dislodging his lips from the susceptible spot in her neck. “The last time I looked, you seemed pretty darn pleased to be otherwise occupied.”

  He stilled, and for a moment she thought he was going to withdraw. But before she could decide whether she would welcome or regret a retreat, a soft sigh escaped him and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “You’re talking about Cassidy, right? Look, I’m, uh, sorry about that. I got the impression today that maybe she’s not as bad as she’d like us to believe, and I was feeling my Wheaties, so when she started to flirt I just kinda went with the flow. C’mon.” Tightening his arms around her, he wiggled his pelvis against her bottom. “Don’t be mad at me, okay? I’m feeling too good.”

  And because she’d seen that glimmer of humanity in Cassidy herself, and considering how enamored she was with this playful side of Zach, she relaxed her tense shoulders. “Hmm.” She leaned back against him. “You do feel good.”

  He made a contented sound and went back to nuzzling her neck. “You always smell so fine,” he murmured, kissing his way up the side of her throat. “Like lemon cookies, or something. It makes me wanna just eat you up.”

  She dropped the scrubby into the pan and reached for a towel to dry her hands. While she was occupied, he removed the belt that had been returned to her when Richard was released into the sheriff’s custody, sliding it off and dropping it to the floor. Then his hands stole up over her ribs beneath her sweater. A second later warm fingers cupped her breasts.

  “Oh!” She dropped the towel, and reaching up and back, curled her hands around the back of his neck, an action that pressed her breasts more firmly into his hard-skinned hands.

  He sucked in air. “What color bra are you wearing today?” His voice was a husky rasp. “You always have the greatest underwear.”

  “Pink. Or maybe bronze. Lord, I don’t remember.” Reluctantly breaking contact, she turned in his arms. “We could check it out.” And her hands went to the hem of her top.

  Zach’s own hands itched as he watched the soft material inch its way up, exposing first Lily’s smooth-skinned, tiny waist, then the rounded undersides of her breasts, covered in some cobweb fine, sheer material. “Blue,” he said huskily. “With green thready stuff.”

  “Embroidery.” Which disappeared from view when she promptly dropped the top.

  “Hey,” he protested. “That’s what’s known as negative progress.”

  “It’s all the progress you’re going to see, though, buddy. Because if you think I’m taking my clothes off in the middle of the kitchen, you’re deluded.”

  He looked around him. “Oh. Yeah. Good point.” He bent to kiss her again, and was pleased to see the heavy-lidded arousal back in her eyes when he lifted his head to gaze down at her. Using his index finger, he rubbed the small slick of moisture left behind into her soft lower lip. “Wanna come upstairs with me?”

  Still heavy-eyed, she gave him a sleepy smile and nodded.

  Weaving their fingers together, he stepped back. For a second, he got caught up in the sight of her hand in his. It was all but swallowed within his grasp, and he found it amazing that so much competency could come out of something so delicate. Then he tightened his grip and headed for the door with her firmly in tow.

  Before they could make their escape, though, the door banged open and Glynnis danced in. She stumbled to a halt a few feet away and eyed them speculatively for a couple of heartbeats. Her gaze dropped to their joined hands.

  Zach fought a guilty urge to pull his free. Dammit, he was allowed a lov—that is, a sex life without accounting to his sister. He gave her a level look, quirking his eyebrows questioningly.

  Her curled lips reminded him of a cat with a canary, but she didn’t say a word about Lily’s hand in his, nor did she ask any questions. Instead she met his gaze. “Coop and Ronnie and Rocket are getting ready to leave. You’d better come say good-bye.”

  He’d rather go upstairs with Lily, but all in all he felt too great to bitch about the interruption of something he should’ve known better than to start in the first place. Trying to sneak off in a house full of people—a good portion of whom were his friends—hadn’t been his brightest move. Besides. He grinned down at Lily. It wasn’t as if he were going to miss out altogether. He was simply putting off celebrating in his favorite manner until later.

  Dropping Lily’s hand but bidding her to come with them, he followed his sister back into the foyer, where he found his friends standing by the front door talking to David. The group turned at their approach, and Coop flashed Glynnie a smile.

  “You found him, I see.”

  “I did, but he’s not acting like himself, Coop. After lunch I saw him flirting with David’s cousin. Then just now, I found him in the kitchen holding hands with Lily.” Looking up at Zach, she shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flirt with one woman, let alone two. And for a guy who’s a Mr. Grumpy Pants half the time, you’re frighteningly cheerful today.”

  “Yeah, Zach,” John agreed. “You’ve gotta do something about this good mood you’re in. You’re scaring us.”

  Amid the laughter, Ronnie protested, “Hey, that’s not fair. Zach has never been anything but easygoing with me.”

  “You tell ’em, sweetheart,” Zach said, and adopted a look of injured innocence. “Why, I’m known far and wide for my cheerful disposition. Just ask Lily.”

  “You get to call him Mister Grumpy Pants?” Lily demanded of his sister. “Wow. That must be because you’re related. He made me call him Master Sergeant Grumpy Pants.”

  “Hey!”

  “But, come on, Glynnis,” she continued as she nimbly dodged the fingertips he flicked at her butt. “Let’s give credit where it’s due here. If you find his behavior unusual today, you’re the one who’s gotta suck it up and be accountable. Because having you home sa
fe and sound is what’s got him—how did you put it a while ago, Zach? Feeling your oats?”

  “My Wheaties.”

  “Yes, that was it, feeling your Wheaties.” She flashed him a smile so brilliant it nearly stopped his heart in his chest. Then she turned back to his sister. “He’s beside himself with happiness to have you back.”

  “I know.” And grinning, Glynnis launched herself into his arms and danced them around the foyer. Stopping, she tilted her head back to meet his gaze and crowed, “I’ve got the power!”

  She did, but he rolled his eyes in mock disgust. “Power, schmower,” he said. Waltzing her several steps up the foyer, he stopped abruptly and dipped her with theatrical drama. Then he snapped her back up against his chest, whirled her out in a fast spin that landed her in front of David, and turned her loose. “She’s all yours, pal.”

  “Thanks.” David tucked her under his arm. “I’ll take her.” The couple exchanged moon-faced-in-love smiles.

  Shoving his hands in his pockets, Zach strolled over to his friends. “You just got here. Are you sure you have to leave so soon?”

  Veronica nodded. “I promised my niece Lizzy I’d make her costume for her part in the spring program at school, and I only had it half done when we left.”

  “We could only get a single night at the B&B, anyway,” Coop added. “And vacancies here on the weekends aren’t exactly thick on the ground.”

  “There’s a decent state park.”

  Coop snorted. “Ronnie’s idea of roughing it is a hotel with no room service. There’s no way in hell I could get her to camp out.”

  Lily beamed approvingly. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, Veronica. Why anyone would want to sleep in the dirt and do all the chores you do at home with none of the amenities is beyond me.” She offered her hand. “It was so nice meeting you. I’m only sorry we didn’t have more time to get to know each other.”

  “I told you,” Coop said. “You come spend some time with us on your way home.”

  She shook hands all around, then touched Zach’s forearm. “I’ll let you say good-bye to your friends.” But she gave them a final, friendly smile. “Have a safe trip.”

  Zach turned back from watching the swing of her hips as she walked away and found Coop regarding him.

  “Hang on to that one,” his friend advised.

  He stared at Ice in surprise. “Whoa, buddy, you’ve got things all wrong. We’re not—”

  “I’m telling you, Zach. This one’s got ‘keeper material’ stamped all over her.”

  “But, hey,” John interjected cheerfully, “if you don’t want her, just say the word. I’d be happy to take her off your hands.”

  His head snapped up. “Over my dead body, pal.”

  His friends laughed as if that settled it, and Zach just shrugged, unwilling to wreck his mellow mood with an argument.

  But late that night, when he was hot and randy and seconds from making love to Lily, he gave his friend’s assumptions a moment’s consideration.

  And wondered if there wasn’t something to it.

  He was shaking a condom out of the box she’d bought him when he noticed the rubber’s dimensions written on the side. “What’s this?” he demanded in mock indignation as he ripped open the foil packet. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head in his hand to stare down at her. “No Magnum extra large?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Please. Do you realize the average condom has a stretching capacity of something like three liters? I read that somewhere.” Taking the condom out of his hand, she pushed him over on his back, then bent to unroll it down his length until her capable fingers had him snugly protected. She held him in a firm, two-handed grip and pressed a kiss on the reservoir tip, then glanced up at him with small smile. “So unless you’re Elephant Eddie and His Amazing Appendage, sizing is mostly a marketing ploy.”

  He’d never known a woman who could make him laugh even as she made the blood in his veins run hot enough to scorch from pure, unadulterated lust. And as he watched her swing a leg over his hips and felt her slowly lower herself down, down, ah, sweet Jesus, down on him, until his raging hard-on was seated deep inside of her hot, tight depths, he had to admit that Cooper had a point.

  She did have “keeper” written all over her.

  22

  ZACH GAZED BLURRILY AT THE FLASHES OF lightning outside the airplane window. His eyes felt gritty with fatigue, while his body ached from sitting. Glynnie slumped astride his lap, her arms limp at her sides and her head heavy on his chest. Every now and then a tiny snore rumbled out of her throat. She stank to high heaven, but since he wasn’t about to risk waking her up to change her diaper he ignored it. They’d been traveling for thirty-four hours straight, with five stops and four plane changes, and she’d been awake and increasingly cranky for most of them. She’d howled nonstop during the layover in Atlanta, and by the time she’d finally dozed off on this last leg of the journey he’d been pretty tempted to put his head down and do some serious bawling himself.

  But he’d been charged with being a man and taking care of his sister, so he’d fought back the urge. Now, momentarily free of the need to be constantly vigilant, the desire to give in to his emotions suddenly roared back with a vengeance. Gritting his teeth, he blinked rapidly and stared out into the storm buffeting the plane.

  Yet he couldn’t seem to turn off his mind. Or stop wondering what was so wrong with him that his own parents didn’t want him. In every village they’d lived in over the years, he’d seen evidence of the affection the various tribes held for their children. It was in the elders’ voices and in their eyes. It was in even the most casual of their touches. Why didn’t his parents ever tousle his hair as they walked by? Why had Father never swung him up onto his back? Or Mother rarely hugged him to her side?

  Resting his cheek against the porthole glass, he decided that there must be something wrong with him. And now here he was, being shipped to the total strangers that were his grandparents, to another continent where he wouldn’t even have the survival skills he’d had on the veldt.

  But he’d learn. He straightened in his seat. He wouldn’t rest until he knew this strange new place as well as he knew the high plains of Africa. Staring out into the storm, he clenched his jaw tight and vowed that while he couldn’t control the actions of others or the way they viewed him, he did have power over two things. He could and would watch over Glynnie until he was certain she’d be all right. And he could take care of himself. As for his grandparents—well, the hell with them. He was done worrying whether they’d like him or not. From this moment on, he was through caring how anyone felt about him, through craving the things he couldn’t have—like love.

  Screw it. He didn’t need anybody.

  Zach came awake with a start, frowning as he stared at the shadowy outlines of the furniture across the room. Shit. What was it with all this dreaming lately? He flipped over in irritation, only to bump up against Lily’s lushly rounded butt. She murmured a protest, but promptly wiggled close to spoon her back against his front, and he wrapped an arm around her waist. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in her scent.

  It was strangely soothing—if you were into that sort of thing, which he wasn’t. It never paid to get too involved, and clearly this sudden spate of dreams was a wake-up call, a reminder of the hollowness he’d felt for too many years as a youth. They were a warning that he could easily feel that way again if he let things get out of hand with the curvy little blonde nestled against him.

  The dread of losing his sister had forged a quick intimacy with Lily similar to what he’d experienced as a soldier in combat situations. Now that Glynnis’s kidnapping had turned out to be a false alarm, he felt almost giddy with relief. But that didn’t mean he should jump into a more serious involvement with Lily. She was every bit the keeper Coop had called her. Zach just wouldn’t be the one keeping her. She deserved better than to be short-changed that way. Love, at least of the romantic variety, had never been
part of his makeup.

  The only bonds he’d ever had that lasted beyond a week or two were with Glynnie and the Corp. And face it, except for Coop and John, even his brothers in arms had come and gone in his life. He simply didn’t possess the stuff tight relationships were made of.

  But when Lily uttered a little hum of contentment in her sleep, Zach’s arm automatically tightened around her waist and he snugged her a little closer. He blew out an impatient breath. Aw, hell. Why was he inventing problems where none existed?

  So he didn’t have a knack for relationships. Big deal—not all things were intended for all people. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t entitled to a little fling. He and Lily were adults; they knew the score. The two of them shared an eyes-wide-open, you-scratch-my-itch-and-I’ll-scratch-yours type of arrangement. The fact it wasn’t permanent was tacitly understood.

  That wasn’t to say he didn’t care about her, though. Because he did—to his amazement, he realized he cared quite a bit. Somehow, of all the crazy, unlikely things, they’d ended up friends. But that’s all they were, a couple of good friends looking to have a little fun while they could.

  Having settled that to his satisfaction, he wrapped himself more tightly around Lily and sighed with the contentment of having her in his arms. Then, letting go of everything else, he allowed sleep to suck him back into its depths.

  Things would work out fine, he thought hazily just before he drifted off. The only way matters could possibly get screwed up between them was if one of them were to go and do something stupid like fall in love.