Rogue's Passion (15 page)

“Just him, although I think a few of the guys have their suspicions. But they all have their own reasons for hating the army, so no one asks too many questions.”

She could appreciate being around people like that. Fewer questions meant fewer lies had to be told. “Was it one of the men you work with—another Iron Guild warrior—calling for you?”

“This is one of the places where they know they can reach me.”

There was a lot about his world she didn’t understand. “Why don’t you have cell phones? I mean, I know you don’t have them over there, but wouldn’t they make your lives easier over here?”

“Sure would,” he agreed.
 

He moved toward a glass trophy case mounted on the far wall and stared inside, but she had a feeling he wasn’t really looking. He’d probably seen these photos and awards many times. They showed a younger Rand in motocross gear, standing and grinning in front of mud-covered bikes and holding up various trophies. “But we didn’t grow up with technology like you have here, so things like cell phones and computers—even cars—aren’t things many of the men are comfortable with.”

“But you are.”
 

“Unlike the majority of them, I spend most of my time here.”
 

“Why is that?” she asked.

He shrugged. “Not much for me over there.”
 

“You don’t have family?”

“I haven’t spoken to them in years. Let’s just say my stepfather and I aren’t very close and don’t see eye to eye on many things. My little sister left home shortly after I did. Heard she joined a convent and I haven’t seen her since.”

“And your friends?”

 
“My friends are my fellow warriors.”
 

She wondered what had caused the rift in his family, but decided not to probe further. “Modern technology would make your lives easier. And you could, you know, coordinate your efforts better.”
 

“True. But most of us don’t stay on this side as long as I do or have a place to keep more than just a few meager belongings.”
 

“Why don’t you just take it back with you?”

He turned and put his hands on her shoulders. “Because you can’t take objects through the portals. Everything disintegrates. If you need to use something here, it needs to stay here.”
 

“Oh,” she said, finally understanding.
 

Rand came around the corner just then with an extremely pregnant woman leaning heavily on him.
 

“Asher, grab a chair,” he barked. “Mel’s gone into labor and needs to get off her feet.”

“No,” the woman protested, trying to stiff-arm him away. “Jeff will be here any minute.” She closed her eyes and grimaced in pain. “It hurts too much to sit in one place. Let me…walk around till then.”

“What can I get you?” Olivia asked, springing into action. “A sip of water? A cold rag for your forehead?” She used that opportunity to touch the woman’s shoulder. All her vitals looked good and Olivia didn’t pick up on anything abnormal. She wished she could do something to help with the pain, but since Mel’s body was functioning normally, no healing was needed. It was all just a natural process. She marveled at the way the muscles were contracting around the baby, getting ready to deliver a new life into this world.
 

Mel flashed her a grateful smile. “A cold rag sounds wonderful.”

“Ash?” That was all Olivia needed to say and he was dashing off to find one.
 

“This baby isn’t due for another week,” Mel said, “but I guess no one told her that.”

“When it’s time, it’s time,” Olivia agreed.
 

Rand was pacing over by the desk now, running his hands through his hair.

Mel glanced over at him and rolled her eyes. “Childbirth makes them so uncomfortable, when we’re the ones doing all the work. Well, except for their contribution nine months before, which I wouldn’t exactly classify as
work
.”

Olivia smiled. “I think they want to be able to do something. Take action and solve a problem. For once in their lives, they’re completely helpless. I’m sure it’s disconcerting.”

Mel laughed.

Ash returned with the cold rag. Olivia folded it and placed it on the back of the woman’s neck. “Better?”

She sighed. “Much.”

“Is this your first?” Olivia asked.

Mel shook her head. “My third. I’m an old pro at—” She stopped walking and clutched her belly, her pretty face twisted in pain.

Olivia sensed a lot of the discomfort was coming from her lower back, so she rubbed it as the woman focused on her contraction. Eyes closed and concentrating, Mel inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth.

“There you go,” Olivia said in a soothing tone. “You’re doing great.”

After the contraction was over, Mel looked up. “Thanks. Um, Olivia, right?”

“Bloody hell,” Ash said, looking almost as uncomfortable as Rand. “I’m sorry. I should’ve introduced you.”

Mel gave him a sidelong look. “It’s okay, hon. We’ve been a little preoccupied.”
 

“Yeah, I’d say so,” Olivia agreed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking when I came in today. I had a feeling this baby would be coming soon, but I had a few more things to take care of here before I left on maternity leave.”

“Jesus, Mel,” Rand called from the other side of the room. “We’d have been able to figure things out. We’re not completely helpless when you’re not around.”

Mel rolled her eyes at Olivia. “No, they wouldn’t. Trust me.” Then she turned back to Rand and started reeling off a list of instructions. “Payroll’s done and ready to go out on Friday. Don’t forget that the Atlas rep is coming early in the morning. The cake and balloons can be picked up in town tomorrow after three o’clock and the bouncy house is being delivered at four.”

“Shit,” Rand said, eyes wide. “I completely forgot about the party.”
 

“No, he didn’t,” Mel said in a low voice to Olivia. “We talked about it yesterday.”

“Party?” Asher looked at Mel for more explanation.
 

Rand’s expression was one of pure terror. It was the same look you’d imagine he’d have if a doctor came into the shop and said they were ready to do his vasectomy now. “Caitlyn’s birthday party is tomorrow. She wanted to have it here, so of course I said yes.”
 

“Sorry, hon, that I won’t be here to help,” Mel said. “But everything’s organized and ready to go. All the presents are wrapped. You’ll be fine.”
 

“Is Caitlyn’s mom not around?” Olivia whispered.

Mel shook her head. “She died a few years ago, when Caitlyn was little.”

Olivia’s heart wrenched for the loss he and his daughter had suffered.

“I’d be fine if it was just her and a friend or two and they wanted to ride dirt bikes,” Rand was telling Ash. “But a bunch of nine-year-old girls running around screaming?” He looked shell-shocked.
 

“What if Ash and I were here?” Olivia said. “Would that help?”

Rand’s head jerked up. “You’d do that?”

“Of course, man.” Ash clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We’ll be happy to stick around.”

“It’d be a huge fucking help, thanks.” Rand’s shoulders, which had been up around his ears, relaxed a little.
 

“Where’s your purse?” Olivia asked, turning her attention back to Mel. “Anything else you need to take with you?

“My purse is in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Oh, and Asher, the number of your friend who called earlier is posted on the yellow sticky on my monitor.”
 

Rand jumped as if someone had snapped him with a whip and grabbed her purse. Asher removed the note and tucked it in his pocket.
 

“I’ve got the rest of my things packed and in the car already,” Mel said.

“In your car here or the one Jeff’s driving?” Asher asked for clarification.

“The one here. I was afraid it would get lost in his.”

“Let me get it for you, then.” He took a step toward the door.

“I’ll help.” Rand was right behind him.
 

“I hope the hospital isn’t far away,” Olivia said. Things seemed to be moving along quickly.
 

Mel braced her hands on her knees. “Ten. Minutes. Tops.”
 

“Good.” Olivia continued massaging her lower back.

“Man, that was a big one,” Mel said breathlessly a moment later. “If you’re around, you and Ash are welcome to come visit us in the hospital. You can meet our new little peanut…who doesn’t feel like a peanut right now.”

“I’m not sure what Ash has planned, but I’d love to. I’ll definitely be with him the rest of the week.”

Mel looked up, a confused expression on her face. Olivia was sure she was going to ask her more about what she meant, but instead she said, “I had an interesting conversation with him this morning when he came down to get the laundry. He was going on and on about you. I can’t imagine what you two went through downtown, but he kept saying how amazing you were. And I’m pretty sure he wasn’t just talking about in the bedroom.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Men are crazy when they’re in love.”

Panic bloomed in her chest. “I don’t know about that,” she said, trying to laugh it off. “We just met.”
 

Asher wasn’t falling for her and she wasn’t falling for him. She might be his pseudoslave for a week, but that was it.

Mel shrugged. “Jeff and I met at a friend’s wedding. We knew right away that we were meant to be together. Sure enough, two months later, we were engaged. Six months after that, we were married. That was ten years ago.”

Since no one at Reckless besides Rand knew who Asher was and what he was doing over here, Mel couldn’t know that a relationship between the two of them would never work.
 

“He’s a man with secrets,” Mel continued, almost as if she was following Olivia’s train of thought. “Many of the guys who work here have them. But he’s a good man and I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“We do seem to click,” Olivia admitted. “And he makes me laugh.” Her heart did a little somersault at the truth of those words. They did have an awful lot of fun together, and she wasn’t just thinking about in the bedroom. But things were too new. Too shiny. It was silly to let herself think there was anything more between them than a short-term good time.

Mel gave her a knowing look from a woman who’d been there, done that. “And that’s how all good relationships start. A passionate friendship, if you will. I know a man would never admit this, but there’s more to it than awesome sex. Sure, that’s important, but when you’re changing diapers at two in the morning or worried about bills, that fact that you can both orgasm together really doesn’t matter.”
 

Just then, a breathless man came crashing through the door. “Melly, are you okay?” His eyes were wide as he rushed over. He gave his wife the sweetest kiss Olivia had ever seen, with one hand cupping her chin and the other on her belly. It was as if he were kissing both mother and child at the same time.
 

“Yeah, hon, I’m fine,” Mel said softly, touching his face.
 

“And the baby?”

“She’s fine, too.”

Her husband straightened. The look of panic and terror was gone, replaced now by steely determination. “The guys have all your things, right? Anything else?”

“Nope. I’m ready to go.” She turned to Olivia. “Thanks for your help, doll.”

Olivia smiled. “Good luck.”

Despite Mel’s protests that she was capable of walking on her own, her husband swept her into his arms and carried her out to the waiting car. A moment later, gravel was flying everywhere, pinging off the side of the metal building like shrapnel, as their car disappeared around the corner.
 

Chapter Twelve

David Fuller was many things to many people. Former MMA champion, ruthless businessman, ladies’ man. But among his associates, both professional and private, he was best known for being true to his word. After all, when you ran an illegal fight club not governed by signed contracts drawn up by fancy lawyers, your word—and your might—was your bond.

The man who’d introduced himself as simply Carl the Fixer sat next to him ringside just as the bell sounded. David had seen some pretty fucked up looking dudes in this business, but this guy took the cake. Although he wore a knit cap and dark sunglasses, it didn’t completely cover the sinewy ropes of puckered scars that ran along one side of his head and neck.
 

Two fighters came together and began a bare-knuckle brawl while their supporters yelled and cheered. It was no holds barred in this underground fight club and David loved every minute.
 

“The last man standing will be included on next month’s fight card,” he explained to his guest. “Just to be on it is worth a grand, and what guy couldn’t use that kind of money regardless of whether he wins or loses?”