The Bad Ass Brigade (6 page)

They pulled into the driveway behind a shiny black and silver Porsche 911.

Erin clapped her hands in delight.

“Oh good, Nate is here.”

“Wow, this is Nate’s car?”

“Yes, isn’t it gorgeous? And I think he likes it as much as he likes me. You should hear him and Sam. I swear they rattle on for hours at a time, and never get tired of discussing this valve or that belt. Talk about boys and their toys. Those two are the poster children for car-crazy men.”

Annika felt a sudden wave of anxiety. She took a deep breath then assumed as casual a voice as she could muster.

“Uh… Erin? Who all is coming to dinner tonight?”

Erin was obviously more interested in getting inside quickly and didn’t pick up on the nervousness behind Annika’s question.

“Just Connor and Kait and the baby. And you, me and Nate. Oh and Sam, of course.”

Annika stepped back, trying not to panic. Damn. Why was this happening to her? These last three days had been a disaster. She’d run into one brick wall after another. Except for the time she’d spent with Erin, not one damn thing had gone right. And now this dinner party. Dammit, she knew she should have refused to come. She never would have thought her nondescript little room at the Motel 6 would be appealing… but compared to this, it was a haven. She tried to think how she could get away. Maybe tell Connor or Erin she didn’t feel well or that she remembered something she had to do. Frantically running through a list of excuses that had served her well in the past, nothing popped up as viable. But oh god. A dinner party with Erin and Nate, Connor and his wife and their baby and… and she and Sam? Oh God. How mortifying. She was sure he didn’t know she was coming. Or he never would have come. How embarrassing.

At that moment, Erin gave a little squeal and rushed up the sidewalk. Annika saw Nate’s towering body in the doorway. When he saw Erin his face lit up with a smile that could have powered a small city for a week. God, what would it feel like to be loved that much by a man and to love him in return? Annika couldn’t imagine it. It wasn’t the first time she realized that she had never been loved, ever—by anyone. She’d always told herself it didn’t matter. Now, she wasn’t so sure.

Annika squeezed her eyes shut, surprised at the tears burning the backs of her eyelids. Oh God, so now she was going to cry? How much worse could this get? She climbed back in the car pretending to be looking for something on the floor, determined to get control of her emotions. Backing out of the car she bumped into a hard, muscular… wall. A wall of… Sam.

She stumbled and would have fallen, but he caught her and pulled her up close to him. Horrified, she looked up and saw that he was smiling at her. He had that hard to decipher expression on his face, the one that made her knees buckle and set off mini fireworks in the pit of her stomach.

As though they weren’t coming from her, and certainly had
not
been cleared by her rigid internal censor, an incoherent rush of words tumbled out of her mouth.

“I… I’m sorry. I… didn’t mean to run into you. And… just so you know I… I didn’t know that you were going to be here.”

Sam chuckled. “Nor did I… know that you were coming. What a pleasant surprise.”

Annika glanced up at him looking for evidence that he was teasing her but saw none. Suddenly realizing that she was clinging to his shirt, she groaned and stepped back, loosening her grip on the fragile material. She reached out and tried to smooth his silky shirt where her fingernail imprints were still evident.

“Um… Sorry. I didn’t mean to wrinkle you. I lost my balance.”

He winked at her and said in a voice mimicking hers, “That why they make irons, Lieutenant.”

For a second Annika didn’t know what he meant, but then she remembered her caustic put-down of Garrett Baker.

His low chuckle sent another wave of sensation through her. Only this time the fiery sparks landed even lower than the pit of her stomach. Stunned at the emotions and sensations flooding her, Annika gave in to the absurdity of the situation and burst out laughing.

Sam joined her and for a glorious moment she laughed even harder.

When she stopped, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, Sam surprised her. He tipped up her chin and gazed at her. “Do you know, Lieutenant, this is the first time that I have heard you laugh. You should do it more often. You have a wonderful laugh.”

At that moment, Connor came bounding down the steps.

“There you are! I was wondering if you got cold feet, Annika, and decided not to come. Glad you made it. But c’mon, I want to introduce you to my wife. As much as Erin and I have been raving about you, Kaitlin’s eager to meet you.”

He reached over and draped a hand over Sam’s shoulder.

“And of course in two months this guy has wormed his way into the hearts of my entire family—including my nine month old son’s. Hell, I won’t be surprised if Gabriel’s first word is Sam. Well, maybe it’ll be Nate; but Sam will be a close second.”

~~~

Annika looked around the table and almost pinched herself to make sure she was awake, not dreaming. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been at a dinner party or any party where she didn’t feel like the odd man out. Of course the fact that Sam’s arm rested on the back of her chair through most of the dinner and his knee hovered perilously close to hers may have had something to do with it. Sipping on the second glass of wine that Sam poured for her without asking her permission, she cautiously allowed herself to enjoy the banter among the three men and begin to relax—at least a little.

“You can’t mean your 911 has more than 500 hp? It ain’t humanly possible!” Connor’s voice rippled with disbelief.

Nate dismissed him with a disparaging shrug. “Hell, Cuz. Look at the damn manual. And that was before I suped it up!”

Annika took a deep breath and surprised herself as much as she did the others when she jumped in.

“Actually, Connor, the base model for the 911 Turbo has 538 horsepower and if Nate says he….”

The rest of her sentence died in her throat when everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and stared at her. Annika almost choked with embarrassment realizing that this was the first thing she had said the entire evening that wasn’t a response to a direct question—usually following a helpful nudge from Sam. Having dug her grave, she decided she may as well keep digging.

“I… I waitressed in a biker bar working my way through college. Most guys into crotch rockets say they hate cars but after bikes and chicks it was their favorite topic. That’s pretty much all I heard for four years of my life.”

Nate whistled.

“Damn! Any woman who can say ‘crotch rocket’ without blushing is my kind of woman! Tell me Lieutenant, what other dirty words did you learn in that bar?”

“Nate!” Erin glared at him then smiled when he winked at her and leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“It’s okay, honey. The lieutenant’s a cop. She’s tougher than she looks, aren’t you, Lieutenant?”

Annika shrugged and did her best to smile.

“I learned a lot in that bar, Detective. Including how to respond to every kind of scooter trash those hogs could think up. It’s served me well.”

In the appreciative laughter that followed her response, Nate gave her a thumb’s up and flashed his winning grin.

Annika took a healthy gulp of her wine and charged forward.

“The bikers loved to taunt the clueless guys who happened into the bar by mistake. One of the games they played for beer was to see who could name the kind of car the poor guy drove—just by looking at him. After four years in that bar, I never had to pay for a beer. I won every time. For example, Erin didn’t have to tell me that 911 Turbo was Nate’s. What else would he drive?”

Connor laughed. “Of course. But even I would know that. What about me, Annika? I hope I’m not as transparent as my cousin.”

Annika smiled. “Sorry, Connor. I’ll bet my next paycheck that you drive a bimmer. And likely it’s gun metal gray.”

Connor choked. “Damn, Annika. I just learned last week that true BMW owners refer to their cars as bimmers. That was after the guy who sold it to me took me aside and made me promise I’d never say ‘beemer’ again.”

In the chorus of appreciative laughter, Sam threw her a challenging grin. “Hey, these two guys are easy. Piece of cake. What do I drive when I’m not living out of a rental H3Alpha?”

Annika pursed her lips and frowned slightly.

Sam put up his hand. “Wait, before you guess, what do I get if you’re wrong?”

Annika laughed a genuine laugh.

“Since you are even more transparent than these two cousins, Commander, you can name the prize if I’m wrong. But, while you’re thinking about it, let me think. Anyone who rents a Hummer for three months has to love cars. And given the way you dress, and those amazing sunglasses you wear, there’s only one car for a man like you. It has to be a Ferrari, and if I’m correct, it would be an FF.”

Sam looked over at Nate and they shared a knowing grin.

Smiling at her approvingly, Sam shook his head. “You’re almost correct, Lieutenant. That’s what Nate guessed I drove and I did until a couple of months before I came to Minnesota. But I traded it in for Audi R8.”

Annika gasped. “A GT?”

Sam shrugged. “Of course. Like you said: I’m transparent.”

Chapter 7

“Wow, girlfriend! Sorry to mix metaphors but you drove that one out of the park. It’s bad enough that Sam is gaga over you but now for the first time, Erin and I have to watch our backs.”

Erin smiled at her and leaned over and gave her a hug. “Kait’s right, Annika. And you were nervous about coming to the party. You were the hit of the night. Wow, talk about the way to a man’s heart. Forget cooking. Learn your cars!”

Annika laughed. “Well, I am a lousy cook and you’re right. My knowledge of cars has kept more than a few bad dates from being an unmitigated disaster—at least at first.”

Erin jerked back and gave her a funny stare.

“What is that supposed to mean, Annika? Every guy who sees you is hot for you. Surely you know that.”

Annika struggled with what to say as the thick cloud that ruled her life settled over her. She knew what she looked like. She’d been told often enough by men
and
women. She’d given up trying to tell the guys with the groping hands that they were wrong. She wasn’t what they thought she was. The few who had stuck around quickly agreed. Only they ended up calling her a cold bitch instead of the easy lay they’d assumed she was. Looking up, she saw that both Erin and Kait were staring at her. Erin’s lovely face was marred by a frown.

“Annika, I’m going to take a chance here. Hope you don’t mind. I recognize a lot of traits in you that tell me some ugly things happened in your past. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just know that if you ever do—”

Annika put up her hand. “Thanks, Erin. But I decided a long time ago that what’s in the past is done, over, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. And frankly, since I learned how to shoot a gun and put a guy on the floor in three seconds flat, my life has been different. And that’s how I like it.”

In the uncomfortable silence that followed Annika tried to focus on the darling baby that Kait was nursing. It was a tender sight. But instead of calming her, it agitated her. Damn. All this sweetness and light was choking her. She was right earlier. She never should have come to this dinner. How the hell would she ever get Nate and Connor and Sam to see her as a professional woman, when she’d let down her guard the way that she had. And now she was getting all weepy seeing a young mother nursing her baby.

Erin shattered her reverie and her composure at the same time.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, Annika, but Sam is nuts about you. And even though you act like it doesn’t matter, you also like him. And, girlfriend, I will tell you this. You couldn’t find a nicer guy if you spent a lifetime looking. We’ve only known him for a couple of months but every one of us is crazy about him. He’s a winner, Annika. You should give him a chance.

Annika couldn’t contain her frustration.

“For God’s sake, Erin. I’ve known him for little more than a week. And of course he is a winner. He is wonderful. Gorgeous, rich, smart, and the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And also completely out of my league. Do you think if Sam were applying to become an ATF agent he’d be worrying if he was going to get accepted? No. He wouldn’t have to think twice. All they’d have to know is that it’s Samuel D. Carter, the superstar cop, and he’d be a shoe in. They’d be begging for him.”

Erin frowned. “I don’t think you give Sam enough credit, Annika.”

Annika shook her head. “I’m sure I don’t.”

Annika hadn’t realized how strongly she felt and how much Sam had gotten to her until she continued to unload on Erin.

“You say you recognize similar things in our pasts. Well if you do, then you know why a man like Sam isn’t an option for me. And not only because I have crap. A crummy car, a crummy apartment, and for the most part a crummy life. But my crappy life works for me. Because what I
do
have is my job. And it takes every ounce of energy I have to keep succeeding at what I do. To prove to all those guys out there that I am as good as they are and better than most. And yes, I know I look like a blonde bimbo—easy and hot. But I’m not. Ask any guy who’s managed to get to first base. I’m as cold as they come. And just so you know, Sam Carter will never learn that about me. Because as soon as I do what I came here to do, I’m outta here. And my life will go back to being what it was. Which is exactly how I want it to be.”

She slammed her eyes shut to stop the tears that were leaking down her cheeks and to avoid looking at Erin or Kait. What in fucking hell was wrong with her? She’d never let loose like this before. And on a gentle soul like Erin? And Kait who she’d met three hours ago? Holy mother of God. And now she somehow had to get from this room, down the stairs, past three six-foot-plus guys and make it back to her Motel 6, where she could truly break down. All she could hope was that her motel room had thick walls or they’d likely send for the guys in the white coats. Great, just great. And who said there was a god? Not her for damn sure!