Nighthawk & The Return of Luke McGuire (33 page)

His mouth quirked. “No. But then, things in Santiago Beach never do go quite like I expect.”

Boy, isn’t that the truth?
he added silently as he noticed again the spiky length of her lashes. They had to be real, he thought; she just wasn’t the type for tons of makeup. Something to make them darker, maybe, but that was it. And her nose had this cute little tilt to it.

Yanking himself back to the matter at hand, he said in a rush, “I thought you might have heard if David turned up at home.”

She frowned then, which made him notice the full softness of her lower lip. With an effort, he focused on what she was saying.

“—she didn’t seem worried. I tried calling the house just a few minutes ago, but I didn’t get an answer. Of course, David could be there and just not answering. Maybe if you called…”

He shook his head. “He’s still pretty peeved at me, I’d guess. And I sure don’t want to end up with my mother on the phone, if she’s back by now.”

“He’ll get over it,” Amelia said, as if she thought he needed assurance.

Or comforting. And before his mind darted to all the ways he’d suddenly realized he would like to be comforted by her, he shrugged. “Maybe. Eventually. He’s got no reason to really trust me. Just some old memories.”

“But they’re mostly good ones,” she countered. “And when he’s over his anger, he’ll realize you coming here at all is a very big reason.”

Luke shook his head. “You’re an optimist, Amelia.”

This time she shrugged. “Not really. But I’m not a pessimist.”

A fine line, but he supposed it was a line. A silent moment spun out between them, and this time it was she who seemed in a hurry to break it. “How’s your book?”

“Good, so far. I was up too late with it, though.” He’d been fighting a yawn, and better she think that than the truth, that she’d been a big part of his sleeplessness, he thought.

“I didn’t sleep much, either,” she said, and then, as if she’d said something inappropriate, looked quickly away. For an instant Luke wondered if she’d been
thinking
something inappropriate.

I can but hope,
he thought with an inward grin. And then wondered if he meant it. If she had been, what would he do about it? It wasn’t like he planned to stick around here any longer than he had to, and good girls like Amelia didn’t indulge in short flings with visiting troublemakers. Not that he wouldn’t like to try and change her mind….

The computer voice sounded again, and they both automatically turned to look.

It was David.

The boy’s head was down, and he was scuffing his shoes as he walked, looking as downcast as it was possible for him to look. He was still wearing what he’d had on last night, so he apparently hadn’t been home. But he was here, and that was a good sign.

He had nearly reached them when he finally looked up. There was a split second delay while he realized Amelia wasn’t alone, and another while he realized who was with her.

He stopped dead. His eyes narrowed, and he glared at his brother as he started to back away.

“Still ticked at me, huh?” Luke said.

“I trusted you, counted on you to get me out of here.”

“Didn’t your mother tell you I couldn’t be trusted?”

David stopped backing up, surprise showing on his face. Luke sensed Amelia go still, sensed her getting ready to speak, but made a subtle gesture to her to wait.

“Yeah, but I never listen to her,” David said.

“Guess now you think she’s been right all along, then.”

David’s brow furrowed. His gaze shifted to Amelia, his expression changing to one that was almost pleading. Luke realized that right then Amelia had a much better chance with David than he did.

“I’ve got laundry to finish,” he said to her, and the nod she gave him told him she understood he was leaving so she could talk to David, who hopefully would open up to her.

“Laundry,” David said scornfully as Luke walked past him.

Luke winced inwardly but never faltered. And when he stepped outside he let out a long breath; he never would have thought the scorn of a fifteen-year-old could burn so deep. Maybe he had liked that hero worship idea more than he’d realized.

“H
e’ll come around, Luke. I know he will.”

Amelia sipped at the soda Luke had brought along with the number five Chinese dinner for two from the Jade Garden down the street. He’d shown up just after six, startling her but making her stomach growl; she’d donated her lunch to David, who hadn’t eaten since the day before, and now she was starving. She’d been startled, even flattered, when he’d arrived, but then she’d realized he just wanted a report on what had happened with David. Still, it had been thoughtful of him.

Luke leaned back in the guest chair, his feet propped up on her desk, a small white carton of fried rice with shrimp in one hand, a set of chopsticks he manipulated with surprising ease in the other.

“As long as he went home, so she doesn’t call the cops on him,” he said.

There was a world of bitter experience in his voice, and Amelia knew it had happened to him more than once. She set her soda down on her desk blotter. “He said he would.”

She didn’t add that David, still disillusioned with his brother, also said it was only because he wasn’t ready to bail out just yet, he needed to save up a bit more cash, since Luke had copped out on him and he was going to be on his own. Luke was feeling guilty enough already, he didn’t need that added on.

“So…what now?” she asked.

He snagged a shrimp and ate it before saying, almost wearily, “I don’t know. I should probably just get the hell out of Dodge, as they say. I’m not doing any good and probably just making things worse.”

“I know it seems like that now,” Amelia said.

She picked at the last of her rice—with a fork, she’d never really tried to get the hang of chopsticks—wishing there was something she could say to give him some hope. He’d cared enough to come here, to the town he surely must hate; she hated to see him leave thinking he’d failed, even pushed his brother from miserable over into desperate.

She hated to see him leave, period.

She quickly turned to drop her empty carton in the trash, more to hide her suddenly flushed face than anything. What a fool she could be sometimes. But she
would
hate to see him leave. If nothing else, she thought, she never got tired of looking at him. There was something about the barely controlled wildness she sensed, something about the way he moved, the way he sometimes looked off into the distance as if he were used to gazing on horizons much broader than little Santiago Beach, that called to some part of her she’d never known existed. Or that she’d buried so deeply she’d thought it dormant beyond revival.

And, she admitted, determined to be honest at least with herself, she did feel flattered by his attention, even though she knew full well that his concern over David was the real reason for it.

Before she could dwell on the foolishness of her own reaction, the Enterprise computer announced a new arrival. She got to her feet.

“Be right back,” she said, and Luke nodded.

But when she stepped out into the store, her heart sank. Jim Stavros had just been in the other day, and he usually came only every couple of weeks. Besides, he was in uniform. He’d never come in like this before, and it made her wonder. Especially with Luke in her office.

Steadying herself, she managed to say cheerfully enough, “Hello, Jim. I hope this isn’t an official visit?”

“No. I’m working nights for a while, but not really.”

Uh-oh. She didn’t like the undertone in his voice, as if he were doing something he didn’t want to. “Problem with your book?” she asked.

“No, nothing like that.” He fiddled with the key ring on his belt. He was a big man, she’d known that, but somehow, in uniform, with his gun belt on, and inside her store, he seemed even bigger.

“What, then?” she prodded when he didn’t go on.

He grimaced, took a breath, and Amelia wondered what on earth could have this big, strong, authoritative cop so nervous. Then Jim said in a rush, “Look, I heard you’d been seen a couple of times with Luke McGuire.”

Oh, no, not another one,
she thought. And wondered if she’d pulled the office door closed.

“I just wanted to…”

“Warn me?” she said when he faltered.

“Yeah. I like you, Amelia, and I’d hate to see you get in trouble, or hurt, or worse.”

It was hard to be angry with him when he put it that way. But he was just the latest in a long line of well-meaning advice givers today, and she’d had about enough. Especially with the taste of the meal Luke had brought still in her mouth.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, Jim. But whatever Luke did or didn’t do in the past, he’s been nice to me since he got here.”

“That may be true, but don’t kid yourself,” Jim said ominously. “It’s not very likely that he’s changed much.”

“But it’s not impossible.”

“Maybe. Do you even know what he’s doing now?”

“No,” she said, only now realizing they’d been so wrapped up in David’s troubles that she’d never asked. “Do you?”

“No,” he admitted, “but I can guess.”

“And you’d convict him on a guess?”

“An educated guess,” Jim amended. “Look, just be careful. I know you and his brother are tight, and that that’s probably all it is, but Joann wanted me to talk to you just in case.”

Great, Amelia thought, a double-barreled warning. “Thank her for her concern.”

After Jim had left, Amelia returned slowly to her office. And found she’d left the door wide open.

She stepped inside. Luke was finishing his own soda, the white carton he’d been working on empty and stacked with hers.

“Thanks again for dinner,” she said brightly. “It’s nice not to have to think about fixing something when I get home.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ll just clear this up. Let me get the bag, and I’ll toss it in the Dumpster out back.”
Lord, she was chattering now.

There was a long moment where the only sound was the rustling of paper and the click of her plastic fork against the chopsticks as she gathered them up.

“He’s right, you know.”

She looked at him then. And saw in his face that he’d heard every word.

“Luke—”

“You really should be more careful. You don’t know anything about me.”

She straightened up, tightening her fingers around the chopsticks because she was afraid they would shake. But she had to say it.

“I know that you care about your brother, that you had reason enough to be a little wild, and have every right to hate your mother. And it’s true, you
have
been nice to me since you got here.”

She watched him as she blurted it all out, making herself meet his gaze, and she saw his expression change from something almost defiant to something much, much softer. And when he spoke, his voice was almost unbearably gentle.

“Is this really the amenable, quiet Amelia Blair I’ve heard about?”

“Maybe I’ve had enough of being amenable,” she said snappishly.

“Digging in your heels?”

“Just ignoring unwanted advice.”

He smiled, a slow curving of his mouth that did strange things to her pulse rate. And then he stood up, moving much like she would guess a wild creature would move, smooth, graceful, seemingly without effort.

Stop it,
she ordered herself.
The man just stood up, that’s all.

“Been getting a lot of advice lately?”

He said it as if he knew others beside Jim had been offering their blunt opinions. And as if he knew exactly what those opinions were.

“Too much of it,” she said, reining in the uncharacteristic flare of temper. It wasn’t she who had to live with it, after all, it was Luke who had to walk around knowing everybody thought he was a hairbreadth away from doing something villainous.

“Didn’t take them long,” Luke said, in a level, undisturbed tone that sounded oddly as if it were all about someone else, not him.

“That’s because most of them are apparently stuck in time a decade ago.”

He walked around the desk and stopped in front of her. Too closely in front of her. She could feel his heat, could smell the faint scent of soap, and suddenly she could barely breathe. And then he reached out and cupped her face in his hands, and she forgot about breathing altogether.

“Nobody in this town ever stood up for me the way you just did.”

He leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her forehead. Her blush returned twofold; she wasn’t sure if it was because he was kissing her like a child or a sister, or because even this slight touch of his lips sent a rush of heat through her.

Before she could decide on that, he leaned forward again and this time gently kissed the end of her nose. Definitely sister, she thought, but again heat rippled through her.

She tried to tamp down her response, but it seemed already out of control. And when he pulled back just slightly and she realized he was staring at her mouth, it was all she could do to stop herself from closing the gap between them.

As soon as she thought it, he did what she’d longed to. He lowered his head, his mouth brushing hers, then returning, lingering. And Amelia knew that the heat she’d felt before had been a mere flicker.

His lips were warm and firm, but that alone surely wasn’t enough to send this wave of sensation rocketing through her. Nor was the way he moved his mouth on hers, gently, slowly, coaxingly….

She heard a tiny moaning sound and was amazed to realize it had come from her. Luke seemed to take it as a sign and deepened the kiss. And then she felt the incredibly hot, erotic swipe of his tongue over her lips, and she gasped at the pleasurable shock. She opened for him without thought, eagerly. He probed deeper, tasting, and Amelia felt a tremor that she couldn’t be sure started in her or him.

At last he broke the kiss and drew back. She smothered the sound of protest that rose to her lips; she couldn’t believe what she’d done. He was staring down at her, his breath coming hard and fast, and the only thing that saved her from total embarrassment was the look of stunned wonder in his eyes.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Indeed,
she thought, completely incapable of forming a coherent, audible response.

She was still unable to speak as he made some fumbling excuse and escaped. Only when she heard the roar of his bike did she let out a breath and sink down into her desk chair.

So that was it, she thought, still a bit dazed. That was the attraction of the bad boy. All these years she’d wondered why she was so fascinated. Now she knew.

He kissed like a fallen angel.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn.

Luke turned his bike inland, heading for the canyon in an instinctive need to put some distance between himself and the woman who had startled him with her response to a kiss that had been supposed to be merely a token of appreciation.

He had a sneaking suspicion his own response was driving him, as well, but there was no way get some distance there. Well, there was, and once he might have resorted to it, the numbing relief of booze or drugs, but not now.

He leaned into the turn onto the canyon road, laying the bike over hard. He accelerated out of the turn, and the bike obediently snapped upright. And he kept right on rolling the throttle forward.

For a few seconds he goosed it up to mind-clearing speed, feeling the power of the wind in his face and the tug of his hair as it whipped behind him. But he knew the cops kept a close watch on this stretch of road, and he didn’t really want a speeding ticket, especially coupled with a helmet violation, so after too short a time he let it edge back down.

He pulled over at the spot near the end of the road where a gap in the hills gave a view down to the Pacific. The lay of the land was such that you could see only the water, not the sprawl of civilization beside it, and if you looked from just the right spot, you could convince yourself you were the only person for miles.

He used to love that feeling and had come up here often seeking it when he couldn’t stand to be closed inside his other secret refuge. Seeking just a few moments of pretending he was alone, free of all the troubles down below. The canyon had been populated with wildlife then, including his favorites, the red-tailed hawk and the clever coyote.

It wouldn’t last much longer, he thought, glancing over his shoulder at the seemingly inexorable march; bulldozers and graders were already at work on the hills behind him. Another wild place lost. The coyotes would adapt, they always did. And maybe even the hawks would survive.

It was creatures like him who had the problem. Who kept having to go farther and farther out to find the places that brought them wonder and peace.

But this time he had the feeling his usual places weren’t going to bring him peace. Not when he could still feel Amelia’s mouth beneath his, not when the tiny cry she had made echoed in his ears as surely as the rustle of the leaves in the afternoon sea breeze.

He heard the sound of a car and turned to look. His jaw tightened slightly when he saw the marked police unit. He relaxed slightly when he saw that the woman in the uniform wasn’t much older than he was; it wasn’t a cop he’d had a run in with before, at least.

She pulled up beside him, looked him over, and apparently decided on a neutral approach.

“Nice view.”

He nodded.

“That all you’re up here for?”

He resisted the urge to ask what else it could be, in this still-isolated area. Maybe she thought he was going to steal a bulldozer. But he’d learned—finally—it was more trouble than it was worth to antagonize the police.

“I used to live down there. I just wanted to see if it was the same up here.”

She looked him up and down again, then at his bike, lingering on the winged symbol on the tank. “McGuire?”

Great,
Luke groaned inwardly,
even cops I’ve never set eyes on know me.
He felt the old feelings welling up, the defensiveness, the urge to either answer sarcastically or clam up entirely.