19 Headed for Trouble (16 page)
As Lindsey kept her countdown going, Sam felt sick because he knew he wasn’t going to make it, he wasn’t going to break through in time …
“Ten seconds,” Lindsey said, and he just kept digging. “Six … Five …”
Nash and Decker each took one of his arms and hustled him back to a safe distance, with the others. No …
“Three,” Lindsey said. “Two …”
“Please God, let Lindsey be wrong,” Sophia breathed the words they all were thinking.
“One,” Lindsey said.
Silence. And more silence.
Sam kept his eyes shut, not daring to hope …
Boom
.
The blast was far noisier than it felt. It didn’t shake the ground or even rain dust and dirt on their heads. Of course, they weren’t trapped in a small area with it. His wife and best friend could well have just been turned into grease smears on the tunnel floor.
“Help me,” Sam said, his voice rough, as he again started to dig.
No one said a word. They just silently got to work. Dave was back by then, too, and he joined in.
Please God, please God, please God, please God …
“I think I’m through,” Jenkins said, and sure enough, there was a small hole.
“Alyssa!” Sam shouted through it. He could smell smoke and … see light? There was light on the other side, and it wasn’t fire from the blast.
“Sam!” That was Jules’s voice. “Are you all right?”
Was
he
all right? “Yeah, is Alyssa with you?” Sam reached his hand through the hole, which was crazy—he should have been using it to keep digging. But, God, he just wanted contact.
“She’s here,” Jules told him—words that made him sag with relief. “She’s hurt, but she’s gonna be all right …”
C
HAPTER
E
IGHT
“Thank God …”
Jules closed his eyes as he clasped Sam’s hand through the hole in the rubble. Thank God, indeed.
“How badly hurt?” Sam asked.
“Her leg’s broken,” Jules told him, “just above the ankle. I don’t want to move her. She’s back aways, along
the far wall. It’s pretty smoky in here—we could both use some water …”
“Someone get me water,” Sam shouted from his side of the rubble.
“She’s very happy to hear your voice,” Jules told his friend. “We both are. Did you get ’em all? It was the New Reich, Starrett. There were at least ten of them—that we knew about. You need to be careful—they’re armed with—”
“We got ’em all,” Sam assured him. “How badly is Lys’s leg broken?”
“She’ll need a team of medics—a stretcher to get her out,” Jules told the former SEAL.
“I will not,” she shouted from across the dusty little room.
Sam laughed. “We’ll see about that.”
“I can hear you.”
“I love you,” Sam called to her. That shut her up.
“Any other casualties on our side?” Jules asked, bracing himself for bad news.
“Nothing serious,” Sam said the words both he and Alyssa were hoping to hear. “Jimmy Nash got what some folks might call cut, but what he calls a ding—a knife slice in the fleshy part of his arm. But everyone else is okay. Tess is going to bring Jim to the surface to meet the ambulances after we dig you out. Other than that … We’ve got guards posted, reinforcements and medics both on their way.”
“There’s a shitload of explosives in here,” Jules told him. “We couldn’t keep the bomb from going off, but we removed as much of the C4 from the timer as we could.” C4 was like putty—he and Alyssa had pretty much pulled the bomb apart, then put the part with the timer and the blasting caps as far away from them and the rest of the C4 as they possibly could. It had gone off with a percussive bang, but had done little damage.
“I’ve got some under my fingernails. I’m going to set off all kinds of alarms when I try to fly home.”
Sam laughed. “We’ll get you a special Navy SEAL manicure, but first let’s get you out of here,” he said. “Move back and just … sit tight.”
“Thanks, SpongeBob,” Jules told his friend.
“Thank
you
, for staying with Alyssa,” Sam said quietly.
“Like I’d leave her,” Jules scoffed.
“My point exactly,” Sam said. “You’re a good friend.”
And okay. Jules had to clear his throat repeatedly as he returned to Alyssa. And it wasn’t just from the dust and smoke that still hung in the air.
She was actually crying, which she rarely ever did, tears making streaks down her face.
“Hurts, huh?” Jules sat down next to her and gave her his hand to hold. Now that dying was off the table, he knew she was starting to feel as if she had a broken leg.
She took his hand. Yow. She had some grip there.
“Actually,” she told him, “I’m feeling really good.” Jules nodded.
“You know what I want?” he said, answering the question that she’d asked just moments before the second bomb had gone off. “I want what you have with Sam. I want someone who won’t freak out when I have a night like tonight. I want trust and respect and … I want someone who’ll say
I love you
in front of a crowd of co-workers and friends.”
She wiped her face as she laughed. “Yeah, that’s pretty nice to hear, huh?”
“Yes, it is,” Jules said. “I want to meet someone,” he continued, “and not think …
maybe
. I want to meet him, I want to look into his eyes, and think, Yes. I don’t want to have to wonder. I want to know, right away, that he’s the one.”
Alyssa was silent. “Unfortunately, sweetie, life’s not a Disney cartoon,” she finally said.
Jules laughed. “No shit, Cinderella.”
She looked at him. “You know, when I first met Sam … Jules, sometimes you meet someone, and you think,
Please God, not him
.”
She laughed, but Jules was silent. He knew, too well, what
that
was like …
“And then,” Alyssa continued, “you go from
no
, to
maybe …
And then, eventually to
yes
. After, you know, you force yourself to admit that you might’ve been wrong about him.”
“What if you’re not wrong?” Jules asked her quietly. “What if you know that he can crush your heart and … destroy you?”
She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed him. She knew full well that he wasn’t talking about Ben. He was talking about Robin—the one man he’d been unable to forget.
Jesus, it had been years since Jules had so much as
seen
Robin, and he was still thinking,
Please God, not him …
“Then you settle for the
maybe
that you’ve got right now,” Alyssa told him gently. “Ben may not be able to tell you that he loves you, not in front of his Marines, but … that
could
change. The same way that the
maybe
you’re feeling could change to a full-throttle
yes
. And if it doesn’t … Well, at least you tried, right?”
“Tried what?” Sam appeared in front of them—having dug his way through the rubble, probably by chewing it into molecules with his teeth. He was covered with dust, and was sweaty as hell, but he kissed Alyssa on the mouth. “What are we talking about?” he asked as he handed each of them a bottle of water, then turned his full attention to Alyssa’s broken leg. He didn’t cut
her pants leg open, probably because he could see it was holding the broken bone in place.
Jules knew right then that Sam was eager to get Alyssa out of there—he didn’t want to wait for the medics to arrive.
“I was just telling Lys that I’m going to sign up for one of those ex-gay camps and then steal her away from you,” Jules told him.
Sam looked up at him askance. “That shit doesn’t work.”
“I know. I’m kidding,” Jules said. He looked at Alyssa. “Sam loses his sense of humor when you almost die.”
“Besides, Squidward,” Sam spoke over him as he gently lifted Alyssa into his arms, careful not to jar her injury, “we like you just the way you are.”
“Told you I wasn’t leaving here on a stretcher,” Alyssa said as her husband carefully carried her out.
Leaving Jules alone with his doubts—his unsatisfactory
maybe
s.
And wasn’t that the way the story always ended? He was like that guy in that old song—alone again, naturally.
But then Sam gave a shout from out in the tunnel. “Cassidy. Move your ass. We’re waiting on you.” In the romance department, Jules’s life may have been a
maybe
, but as far as his friends went, Jules had himself a rock-solid
yes
.
“I’m right behind you, SpongeBob,” Jules shouted back, then followed his two best friends out of the tunnel and up into the clean, crisp, star- and promise-filled night.
Maybe he could live for a while with
maybe
.
At the very least, it
was
worth a try.
ONVERSATION WITH
N
AVY
SEAL
S
M
ARK
“J
ENK
” J
ENKINS
, D
AN
G
ILLMAN
, J
AY
L
OPEZ, AND
I
RVING
“I
ZZY
” Z
ANELLA
2006
This story is set shortly after
Into the Storm
.
IZZY:
(coming into the room) Was
too
.
GILLMAN:
(following him, along with Jenk and Lopez) Was
not
.
IZZY:
Was
too
.
GILLMAN:
Was
not
.
JENK:
Guys. Knock it off. Seriously. Don’t piss Suz off. She’ll be in here any second.
IZZY:
I’m not afraid of her. She’s just a writer.
LOPEZ:
(exchanging a look with Jenk)
Just
a writer. She’s
our
writer.
IZZY:
Dude, I make her laugh. She likes me.
LOPEZ:
Look, if you want my advice, don’t do anything to catch her attention. I mean, yes, it worked out well for Jenkins. He got his happy ending in this latest book, but …
JENK:
What if she decides you’re the next Sam Starrett?
LOPEZ:
Five, count ’em, five books of torment. You definitely don’t want that. So just do what I do. Don’t say too much. Just hang in the background, steady and reliable. (Puts his fingers to his lips) Shhhh.
GILLMAN:
But on the flip side, what does that get
you? You’re, like, number twenty on her list of heroes for upcoming books.
JENK:
Here’s how you know you’re gonna be the hero of her next book. Ready for this? (They nod.)
JENK:
You stop having sex.
GILLMAN:
(laughing) What? No way.
JENK:
Yeah. No more flings, no more two-weekers, and
definitely
no one-nighters. You gotta earn the right to find your soulmate, and the first thing that vanishes is the urge to tomcat. It’s kind of weird actually.
IZZY:
So, in other words, you meet some gorgeous woman at a bar and she lets you know she’s available, and you end up going home early and watching
American Idol
on TV, alone in your apartment?
JENK:
Pretty much.
GILLMAN:
God, you scared me for a minute there. I thought you meant that you stop having sex entirely. Like forever. I mean, I thought that was the point of being the hero in a romance novel. You meet this woman who’s perfect for you and then you have a lot of sex and get married at the end.
JENK:
Yeah, except for the internal conflict, which is a total pain in the ass. And except for the part where you don’t really have a lot of sex. You have
great
sex, but it can’t really be defined as a lot until the book ends. I mean, these are romantic suspenses—there’s a lot of plot.
LOPEZ:
Like I said. Shhhh. I’m dating someone right now that Suz doesn’t even know about. I want to keep it that way. It’s a comfortable arrangement, no crises, no conflict. Much better than getting caught up in a five-book story arc like Starrett was.
IZZY:
(uneasy) So how do you know if Suz is planning
to toss you into one of those story arcs? I mean, shit. We were all major characters in
Into the Storm
.
GILLMAN:
Obviously, Jenk’s safe. But damn, I could be in serious trouble. I’ve got a major crush on Sophia Ghaffari.
IZZY:
(scoffing) Yeah, like you’re going to be the hero of
her
book. Two words. Dream on, fool.
GILLMAN:
Two words—
JENK:
Guys. Stop.
LOPEZ:
I know I’m not the hero of the next book because Minnie’s cooking dinner for me right now.
IZZY:
Minnie?
LOPEZ:
Shhh. I shouldn’t have said her name. Bad karma.
GILLMAN:
Someone light a match.
IZZY:
(to Lopez) You’re actually dating a woman named
Minnie
?
JENK:
(to Gillman) He didn’t fart, he just said her name.
GILLMAN:
I thought it might help.
LOPEZ:
Make fun of me all you want, Zanella. You just wish you were getting some of her manicotti tonight.
GILLMAN:
(cracking up) I’ve heard it called a lot of things …
IZZY:
Back on topic. This story arc thing …
JENK:
I think you’re in trouble if you appear in a book, and you’re not the hero, but you’re something that Suz calls a point of view character.
IZZY:
What the fuck is that?
LOPEZ:
It’s like Sam Starrett in
The Defiant Hero
and
Over the Edge
. Part of the story is told from his point of view, like he’s describing what’s happening in those particular scenes.
JENK:
Only he’s not the hero of those books, like I was in
Into the Storm
.
GILLMAN:
I think I’m safe.
LOPEZ:
Me too.
(They look at Izzy.)
IZZY:
I’m totally fucked. In the really not good way.
SUZ:
(entering the room) Hey, guys. Thanks for dropping by today. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I really only have about two minutes. I’m doing an online chat, and I’ve got to run, but—
IZZY:
Am I your next Sam Starrett?
SUZ:
Well, Izzy, you know there’s really only
one
Sam Starrett, so—
IZZY:
You know what I mean. Am I in one of those story arc things? Five books of torment …?
SUZ:
Let’s just say that I have plans for
all
of you. I don’t want to make you any promises, because it could turn out to be seven books of torment and then you’ll be mad at me. Madder. (to Lopez) Hey, Jay, how’s Minnie? I heard she just got a terrific job offer in New York City.
LOPEZ:
Ah, crap.
SUZ:
Oh, come on. Don’t you want excitement and passion? Don’t you want to fall in love with that one person that you absolutely can’t live without?
LOPEZ:
I kind of liked manicotti and clean laundry.
SUZ:
Don’t be a baby. Learn to cook and buy a washer and dryer. (to Jenk) Are you happy? Tell them how happy you are.
JENK:
I am almost insanely happy.
SUZ:
(to the others) See? I gotta run. Later, guys. Thanks again for stopping by.
IZZY:
(calling after her) But Jenk didn’t have five books of … (to Jenk, because she’s gone) What does five books translate to, time-wise?
JENK:
Two, three years. But I’m pretty sure she was looking right at you when she said it was going to be seven books of torment.
GILLMAN:
(to Izzy) Dude, you’re screwed.
IZZY:
Well … you are, too.
GILLMAN:
No, I’m not.
IZZY:
Yeah, you are.
GILLMAN:
Not like you.
JENK:
Guys. Stop. (He closes the door tightly behind them.)
