The voice that interrupted them was definitely female and oddly familiar. They all turned to see a woman coming through the curtain-gorgeous and young, with thick blond hair tumbling down around her shoulders. She was wearing a little black hormone-jangling dress that hugged her trim yet completely female body, topping it off with a pair of strappy high heels and red toenail polish at the south end of a pair of truly exceptional legs.
Despite it being 0940, she looked like a million bucks, dressed and made up for an evening out in one of the town"s pricier restaurants.
Izzy was certain that he knew her from some somewhere, but he squinted, unable to remember where they"d met, or even when. d.a.m.n, she was hot. And, to be honest, if he"d sat down next to her her at that bar last night, the evening could well have ended with a different outcome. at that bar last night, the evening could well have ended with a different outcome.
Of course, she was probably supernice, too. And as long as he was being honest, he needed to admit the fact that, should he have sat down next to her at that bar last night? He would"ve come up with a dozen solid reasons for not sleeping with her her, too.
1. She was not Eden.
2. She had never been Eden.
3. She was never going to become Eden...
Yeah. He was such a loser. He would have said no to her, too.
Dan and Jenk were also struck dumb and staring-gaping almost-and the woman laughed as she came around to the other side of Dan"s bed.
"You have no idea who I am, out of uniform like this, do you?" She was looking at and speaking to Dan, whose messy hair and need for a morning shave now made him look like he belonged on the cover of GQ GQ-now that his eyes were open and his mouth was closed, that is. She held out her hand to him, and the gold bracelet she wore on her slender wrist sparked in the fluorescent light. "Sheila Anderson. I"m glad to see you"re still in one piece, sir."
Ah, of course. It was Marine Private S. Anderson, who"d helped Izzy save Dan"s life. She"d cleaned up pretty d.a.m.n nice.
But Danny, in his wooziness, still hadn"t put two and two together. He did, however, shake lovely Sheila"s lovely hand.
"I"m sorry," he said, no doubt frantically searching through his vast system of mental files of women he"d banged, and coming up-correctly-empty. "Sheila...?"
"Or maybe I should say, I"m glad to see you"re still in one piece, Oh Great One. It was touch and go there, for a while."
Dan laughed his relief as dawn broke. "Oh! Right. Yeah. Private, um, Anderson. Out of context, you know? That and, um..." His gaze slid almost involuntarily down to that awesome dress"s extra-awesome neckline, and he forced it back to her face. "The hair."
Yeah, right.
But she laughed again. "I usually wear it like..." She tipped her head and exposed a very lovely length of smooth, soft neck as she gathered her golden fairy-princess tresses into a severe ponytail. "Does that help?"
Dan nodded. "Yeah, sorry, I, um-"
"No worries," she said as she let her hair bounce back around her shoulders. "I am am a little overdressed for a hospital visit. There was a party last night and...I had too much wine and stayed over with a friend who"s a nurse. I thought I"d pop in to say hi, as long as I had the chance." a little overdressed for a hospital visit. There was a party last night and...I had too much wine and stayed over with a friend who"s a nurse. I thought I"d pop in to say hi, as long as I had the chance."
Okay, so the magnificence they were seeing was actually morning-after-Sheila, and yes, on closer examination, Izzy could see that her mascara was slightly smudged. But only slightly. And he knew that Dan and Jenk were thinking the same thing he was. If this this was what Sheila looked like after an evening of too much wine...It was hard not to imagine what she"d look like during a very private party, one held in bed, sans that dress. was what Sheila looked like after an evening of too much wine...It was hard not to imagine what she"d look like during a very private party, one held in bed, sans that dress.
Of course, she chose that exact moment, while Izzy was-despite her not being Eden-imagining her naked, to turn to him and say, "Nice to see you again, too. Zanella, right? I"m glad you"re okay."
And oh, s.h.i.t. Private Anderson had no clue that she was on the verge of revealing a state secret.
Izzy nodded, uncertain of what to say, but she was already on to Jenk.
"How"s your wrist?" she asked.
But Jenk didn"t get a chance to answer her, because someone else had come to the curtain.
"Excuse me. I"m looking for Dan Gillman."
This time the voice was that of a heavy smoker, his baritone gravelly and rough, with a hint of N"Orleans. He was older and Army-a master sergeant-in BDUs that were faded yet neat and sharply creased, his boots polished to a high gleam.
His dark hair was graying at the temples and his face...
It was like looking into a wormhole and seeing a version of Danny from the future.
If, that is, Danny quit the SEAL teams, joined the U.S. Army, smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, and drank himself into an alcohol-induced stupor every night for twenty-five years.
Beside him in the bed, Dan looked as if his tension level had ratcheted to DEFCON two. Izzy was on a similar edge. This was also Eden"s Eden"s father. Which made this guy Izzy"s father-in-law. father. Which made this guy Izzy"s father-in-law.
"You found him," Sheila said brightly, failing to pick up on Dan"s discomfort. Her tone, unfortunately, held a come on in come on in subtext. "Wow, you"ve subtext. "Wow, you"ve got got to be his father. Genetics in action..." to be his father. Genetics in action..."
Izzy stood up as Dan Gillman the elder came into the little curtained-off area, as father and son were face-to-face for the first time in G.o.d knows how long.
He didn"t know all of the details of the Gillman family history-only bits and pieces. Such as Dan senior had left his wife Ivette for good after Dan junior-aged eleven or twelve-had threatened to kill him. Or maybe the threats were the result of Danny finding out that his father was leaving and not coming back. Izzy wasn"t sure of the exact chronology.
But he suspected domestic violence of some sort had been involved, and he knew that Danny still hated his father with a pa.s.sion. It had been a point of contention between Dan and his sister Eden, who"d gone to live with the man when she"d turned eighteen.
The older Gillman now smelled as if he"d stopped at the nearest bar and consumed a serious amount of liquid courage before coming here.
He was playing it upbeat and friendly, though. "Hey, son, how"re you feeling?" he asked, but didn"t give Danny time to answer. "I spoke to the captain. He"s an excellent doctor-a good man. I"ve known him for years. He says you"re going to keep the leg. I was glad to hear that." He turned to Sheila. "And you must be Danny"s girlfriend, come all the way from New York. Aren"t you a pretty little thing. I swear, this boy has the sweetest tooth when it comes to women. He must"ve gotten it from his father."
And yes. There was Jenn, back from the mess hall with her coffee in hand, stopped short by the master sergeant"s words, just outside of that curtain. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked over at Sheila, as the blonde laughed her musical laugh.
Oh, s.h.i.t. Izzy stood up, uncertain of what to do.
Sheila was too busy flirting with Dan Gillman the elder, to notice Jenn standing there. Or maybe she was flirting with the younger Gillman, because she sent Danny a loaded little smile, too. "Don"t I wish, but...No, I"m not. We"re just...good friends. I"m a marine. We were stationed at the same base for a while. I was there when the sniper opened fire and I helped get Dan airlifted out."
Dan was too busy trying to incinerate his father with his eyes to notice either Sheila"s suggestive pauses and smiles or Jenn.
"Well, doesn"t that that give a whole new meaning to give a whole new meaning to send in the Marines, send in the Marines," Dan"s father said, but then he sobered. Figuratively. And took the opportunity to take Sheila"s lovely hand. "Thank you for saving my son"s life."
Sheila turned to Izzy. "It was actually Zanella who did the actual lifesaving, by sharing his blood," she said, spilling that very big secret, even as Danny talked over her.
"Oh, please." He spoke to his father-apparently he couldn"t keep it in any longer. "You have some nerve, coming in here and-" But then he turned to Sheila. "What did you say?"
"No, that was Jenk," Izzy corrected her, trying to signal her with his eyes, but she wasn"t looking at him.
"Yeah, that was, um, me," Jenk agreed.
Sheila laughed. "I was there. It was totally Zanella." But then she noticed the shock on Dan"s face and the now-awkward silence in the room. She finally looked back at Izzy and then over to Jenk. "Was that...something I shouldn"t have said?"
"It was you?" Dan asked Izzy. "What the h.e.l.l... h.e.l.l... ? Did you actually think I would have a problem with that?" He turned and saw Jenn and included her in his disbelief. "What am I, a f.u.c.king child?" ? Did you actually think I would have a problem with that?" He turned and saw Jenn and included her in his disbelief. "What am I, a f.u.c.king child?"
"You watch your mouth in front of a lady," his father admonished, his focus still on Sheila.
Dan looked at the man. "You"re f.u.c.king kidding me, right?"
The elder Dan bristled and even took a menacing step toward his son, and both Izzy and Jenk moved to intercept. Jenn, too, came farther into the room.
"Danny," she said, but Dan didn"t hear her.
He was furious, and happy to take it out on his father, pushing himself so that he was sitting up. "Yeah, that"s way more familiar, Dad. Go on and backhand a man in a hospital bed, that"s just your speed. And since I"m not twelve anymore, it"s the only way you"ll come even remotely remotely close to achieving contact." But then he turned to Izzy. "What the h.e.l.l, Zanella?" he said again. "Did you seriously think I"d have some kind of sixth-grade problem with-" close to achieving contact." But then he turned to Izzy. "What the h.e.l.l, Zanella?" he said again. "Did you seriously think I"d have some kind of sixth-grade problem with-"
"I didn"t have a vote," Izzy protested. "I was kind of unconscious when the decision was made." But Jenn spoke over him, and he was happy to yield the floor to her.
"Okay," she said loudly. "This is definitely counterproductive. Danny, don"t you dare get out of that bed. Your father is leaving." She motioned to Gillman the elder. "Come on, Master Sergeant. If you spoke to the doctor, then you know that what Dan needs right now is rest, not stress."
"I"m sorry, you"re right, I didn"t mean to..." Dan"s father had already begun to retreat, but then he stopped. "I"m sorry, ma"am," he said, stiffly, politely, "but I was hoping to get a chance to meet Dan"s girlfriend. I was wondering if you could-"
He cut himself off, no doubt because he"d finally taken the time to focus on Jenn and he saw that she wasn"t in uniform.
"Oh," he said. "I"m sorry, I thought you were the nurse. Are you you...?" Try as he might, he couldn"t keep his incredulity from his voice or his face.
"Oh, good," Danny growled. "Insult my girlfriend."
"I didn"t mean-" Dan senior started, even as Jenn quietly said, "Danny, it"s all right."
"No, it"s not not all right," Danny said. "What does he think, he can just walk in here and pretend he gives a s.h.i.t, and then turn around and look at you like that?" He turned to his father. "You met my girlfriend, now go." all right," Danny said. "What does he think, he can just walk in here and pretend he gives a s.h.i.t, and then turn around and look at you like that?" He turned to his father. "You met my girlfriend, now go."
"Call your family," Dan senior ground out. "They"re worried about you."
"Danny," Jenn was saying, over his father"s words, "please sit back. They"re not going to let you go home if you..." sit back. They"re not going to let you go home if you..."
Izzy didn"t hear the rest of her sentence, because he"d already nodded at Jenk, silently asking him to a.s.sist in clearing the room, even as he took Master Sergeant Gillman by the arm and led him out into the hallway and over to the elevators.
"I don"t think we"ve officially met," Izzy said even as Gillman muttered, "Jesus, I f.u.c.ked that up. What is wrong with me?"
"Besides twenty-five years of being an alcoholic?" Izzy asked. "Or...now I"m thinking you probably meant that as more of a rhetorical question, so I"ll just stick to what I know." He held out his hand. "I"m Irving Zanella, petty officer first cla.s.s, U.S. Navy SEALs. I"m a teammate of Dan"s. I"m also your daughter Eden"s husband. Dad."
"You"re the a.s.shole who knocked her up?" the a.s.shole who knocked her up?"
"No," Izzy said, taking several hasty steps back, because it sure looked as if Dan-the-senior was going to follow the time-honored Gillman tradition of punching Izzy"s face before getting the whole story. "I"m the guy who married her when she needed help, because some other other guy knocked her up. Which makes me more of a loser than an a.s.shole. At least according to, um, guy knocked her up. Which makes me more of a loser than an a.s.shole. At least according to, um, my my definition..." definition..."
His father-in-law was looking at him like he was s.h.i.t on a stick, so Izzy took a deep breath and asked the question he"d vowed he wouldn"t ask ever again. "Have you heard from her lately? Eden? Is she doing okay?"
Dan was silent as Jenkins escorted Private S. Anderson and her little black dress out of his part of this hospital room, as Jenn pulled the curtain all the way over to the wall, giving them at least the illusion of privacy.
"For the record," she said as she sat in the chair down by the end of his bed instead of the one within arm"s reach, which made his heart sink, "it was Jay Lopez"s idea-to tell you that the blood was Jenk"s."
"Lopez," Dan repeated.
"He was sure you were going to lose your leg, Danny, and he thought if you had any chance at all, it would be hindered, not helped, by the idea that you"d received such a huge transfusion from Izzy. Who, by the way, was the only one whose faith in you never wavered." She paused. "Besides me."
"It"s sobering," he said quietly. "To see myself through that lens. I mean, it"s crazy to think that Lopez was right, but...Lopez was probably right. f.u.c.kin" Zanella. He makes me..." He laughed his self-disgust. "And then I go and double down on the crazy by being unable to keep from turning back into a twelve-year-old when my father comes to visit." He shook his head, wishing he could rewind and take a do-over, ashamed not just because she"d witnessed his childish behavior, but also because he hadn"t pushed aside the stupidity and focused on what was important-not allowing his freaking girlfriend to get emotionally stomped by his a.s.shole father. Forget about Sheila, and what Jenn must"ve thought by seeing her there, dressed up like that. "I"m so sorry, Jenni."
She gazed back at him, and he knew she absolutely hadn"t forgotten about Sheila-who was she, why had she come to visit him? The questions were in her eyes. But she didn"t ask, and Dan knew she wouldn"t. She was too much of a cla.s.s act. She would just bury her doubts, but they"d always be back there, eating away at her. He knew that, too.
So he broached the topic. Just flat out. "Private S. Anderson," he said. "I didn"t get a chance to properly introduce you, but frankly, I didn"t even know her name was Sheila until today. I met her pulling civilians out of a bus, after the car bomb exploded." He gave her the full story, including the fact that Private Anderson had been a little flirty when they"d first met, including the fact that he hadn"t quite known how to respond, and that, yes, he"d been flattered. He told her that the flirting had stopped, though, when Anderson-he purposely called her by her last name-had been up to her elbows in his blood, applying pressure to his wound as Izzy went to get aid.
Jenn sat and listened and nodded. "Thank G.o.d she was there." And then she said, "I ran into your doctor while I was getting coffee. Your latest blood test came back clear."
That was great news. Almost as good as the fact that Jenn apparently considered Sheila a nonproblem, not worthy of further discussion. was great news. Almost as good as the fact that Jenn apparently considered Sheila a nonproblem, not worthy of further discussion.
"They"re willing to think about sending you home," Jenn continued, "as long as you stick to the no-exertion rule and don"t overdo it." She smiled ruefully. "I was, like, You You do do know he"s a SEAL... know he"s a SEAL... ? The captain actually laughed-I think we may have finally bonded." ? The captain actually laughed-I think we may have finally bonded."
Jenn"s opinion of the doctor"s humorless bedside manner was pretty low, but he spent most of his days in surgery, performing amputations on soldiers and servicemen and -women who hadn"t been as lucky as Dan.
Lucky-to have a teammate like Zanella. Jesus, Dan still couldn"t wrap his brain around that.
"But he agreed that it would be a good idea to release you, if if you had somewhere to stay," Jenn went on with a caveat, "with someone who made sure you got the rest you need...?" She cleared her throat. "It occurred to me that, well, Mark Jenkins and his wife have a spare room. I know she"s pregnant-Lindsey. But she"s still working, and since Mark"s got a cast on, that first week he"s home might...Well, I thought it would be worth asking them if you could..." you had somewhere to stay," Jenn went on with a caveat, "with someone who made sure you got the rest you need...?" She cleared her throat. "It occurred to me that, well, Mark Jenkins and his wife have a spare room. I know she"s pregnant-Lindsey. But she"s still working, and since Mark"s got a cast on, that first week he"s home might...Well, I thought it would be worth asking them if you could..."
"Oh," Dan said, then cleared his throat, too. "I thought, I don"t know, I guess I just a.s.sumed we"d...go back to New York? Together?"
And yes, he was definitely feeling much, much better, because the hard-on that he"d awakened to find after his nap was back with a vengeance at the mere idea idea of being alone with Jenn in a place that had solid walls and a door that locked. It had been a long time, but he still knew exactly, precisely what it felt like to be inside of her. And he desperately wanted some of that. ASAP. of being alone with Jenn in a place that had solid walls and a door that locked. It had been a long time, but he still knew exactly, precisely what it felt like to be inside of her. And he desperately wanted some of that. ASAP.
"I didn"t want to a.s.sume," she said quietly.
Seriously?
"May I come stay with you in New York?" he asked. "Please say yes, and then go run run and get your buddy Captain Chan to release me tonight." and get your buddy Captain Chan to release me tonight."
Jenn"s smile was a little sad. She didn"t speak, didn"t move. She just looked at him.
But she"d come all the way from New York City to sit beside his bed, and Danny knew that he"d won whatever battle they"d been fighting over their relationship. h.e.l.l, he"d won the freaking war. He"d scored the telling victory over two weeks ago when he"d opened his eyes to see her standing there. She loved him, too. She could no longer deny it.
And Jesus, he liked winning, despite the fact that the responsibility scared the s.h.i.t out of him.
He held out his hand for her now, and she came over and took it.
"I need you, Jenn," he admitted, even though it was harder than h.e.l.l for him to put voice to those words. Fighting the rush of emotions that threatened to clog his throat, he asked her again, "May I stay with you in New York for a while?"
This time she nodded. "Of course."
Eden was in Las Vegas, which was the last place on earth Izzy would"ve thought to look for her.
As he input the cell number and address that her father gave him directly into his phone, he was aware of Jenkins hovering at his elbow, the shorter SEAL"s trepidation nearly palpable.
"It"s probably better if you don"t tell her you gave this to me," Izzy told the senior Gillman as he double-checked his entry for Zanella, Eden Zanella, Eden, with the info that the man had scribbled on a piece of c.o.c.ktail napkin, no doubt when his daughter had called him.
"Just pa.s.s it along to Dan and tell him to call her," the older Dan said as he got into an elevator going down to the lobby. To the lobby and then out into the parking lot, into his car and off the base, over to town, to the nearest bar...Did any of them really have any serious doubt about his destination? "And I"ll have done far more than I promised her I"d do."
The elevator doors closed behind him and Izzy waited a few seconds before pressing the down b.u.t.ton himself.
"Zanella," Jenk said. They"d been friends a long time-ever since Izzy saved his life. Gee, maybe Jenkins and Gillman should start a club. Lopez could join, too, along with Tony V., after that incident in Thailand. "I"m not going to tell you what to do."
"Good," Izzy said. "Don"t."