"Marlena, without you I"m a man only half-alive." His eyes were the blue of truth. "I"m in love with you. I fought against it. I didn"t want it." He looked down at the ground and then back at her. "I was definitely afraid to give my heart to anyone. I saw a little part of myself in Cory, and it scared the h.e.l.l out of me."
"You could never do what Cory did," she replied, the thought of her brother churning up her heartbreak where he was concerned.
"True, but I was well on my way to being a lonely, bitter man, and then I came here and met you. You made me believe in love, and I don"t want you to go to New Orleans. I want you to come with me to Baton Rouge. I love you, and I don"t want to spend a single day without you in my life."
"Are you going to keep talking or are you going to kiss me?" she finally said.
His eyes turned the deep blue that always made her heart soar. He pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss spoke all the words he might not have said and more. It tasted of love, of desire and of a sweet commitment she"d never expected to find.
As somebody cleared his voice, Gabriel broke the kiss. Andrew and Jackson stood nearby, their duffel bags in their hands, obviously ready to leave Bachelor Moon behind and get on with new a.s.signments.
"What"s up?" Jackson asked.
Gabriel didn"t break his gaze with Marlena. "Is it a yes?"
"Is this a dream that I have to forget later?"
His gaze softened. "No, this is a reality I want to live for the rest of my life. You and me together-that"s the reality I want."
"Oh, Gabriel, I want that, too."
He finally stopped staring at her to look at his partners. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the car keys and threw them to Jackson. "You two go ahead. Marlena and I will head out in her car in a few minutes."
"Looks like something good came out of our time here," Andrew said, looking first at Gabriel and then at Marlena, his face wearing a broad smile. "In fact, it looks like something great happened."
Gabriel reached for Marlena"s hand, and she came willingly to his side. "I found a new partner, and I think it"s going to be one of those forever partnerships."
"I know it will be," she replied with conviction and squeezed his hand. Some of her joy tempered as she gazed at Jackson. "I hope you find something in your investigation in Mystic Lake that will lead to answers about the Connellys."
"That"s the plan," he replied. "And now we"re heading out. Marlena, I expect I"ll be seeing a lot of you when I get back from this new a.s.signment."
"And thanks for everything you did for us to make our time here as pleasant as possible," Andrew added.
She smiled at Andrew. "Go home and put a ring on Suzi"s finger. Life is too short to waste a minute."
A moment later she and Gabriel watched as the car with the two agents pulled out of sight. She turned back to the man she loved. "Are you sure this isn"t a wonderful dream?"
"I"m sure." He pulled her back into his arms. "You are the woman I want by my side until the day I die. I want to hear you humming in our kitchen. I want to see that beautiful smile every morning. I want your love surrounding me, as I intend to surround you with all the love I kept bottled up inside me for so many years."
Once again his lips claimed hers, taking her breath away. She was leaving Bachelor Moon with the heartbreak of her brother"s betrayal, with unanswered questions about the missing people she loved, but she"d also leave with the man she knew would fulfill her dream of love forever.
He might have needed a special woman to awaken his capacity to love, but he was the special man she"d wanted, the man who would be her best friend, her lover and eventually her husband.
She would embark on her new life not alone but with Gabriel, the man she knew would make all her dreams of love and family come true.
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Chapter One.
As Shep Lewis, undercover commando, strode into his team"s office trailer on the Texas-Mexico border with his morning coffee, his bad mood followed him. To do anything right, a person had to give his all-and he did, to each and every op. But it didn"t seem to make a difference with his current mission.
He adjusted his Bluetooth as Keith Gunn, one of his teammates-currently on border patrol-talked on the other end. They all took turns monitoring a hundred-mile stretch along the Rio Grande, in pairs.
"Do you think they"ll really send in the National Guard to seal the border?"
"They won"t," Shep said between his teeth. "It would just delay the problem." For some reason, the powers that be didn"t see that the National Guard was a terrible solution, which frustrated him to h.e.l.l and back.
His six-man team had credible intelligence that terrorists with their weapons of ma.s.s destruction would be smuggled across somewhere around here, on October first-five short days away. His team"s primary mission was to prevent that. Switching out players for the last five minutes of the game was a terrible strategy.
They had the exact date of the planned border breach. If they could somehow discover the exact location, they could lie in wait and grab those d.a.m.ned terrorists as they crossed the river. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds would never know what hit them.
The National Guard coming in to seal the border could not be hidden, however. Which meant the terrorists would move their crossing to a different place at a different time and might slip through undetected. The sad fact was, even the National Guard didn"t have the kind of manpower to keep every single mile of the entire U.S. border permanently sealed.
"The op has to be small enough to keep undercover to succeed," he said, even if Keith knew that as well as he did.
"Except, we don"t have the exact location for their crossing."
"We will." But he silently swore. They were running out of time, and the stakes couldn"t have been higher-national security and the lives of thousands.
There could be no more mistakes, no distractions. They had five days to stop the biggest terrorist attack on U.S. soil since 9/11. Failure wasn"t an option.
Keith cleared his throat. "The FBI"s guy will be here today."
"Don"t remind me." Frustration punched through Shep. Everybody seemed to have a sudden urge to meddle. "Where are you?"
"Coming in. Ryder"s cutting the shift short. He wanted to talk to the whole team at the office."
"More good news?"
"He didn"t say. We"ll be there in ten."
They ended the call as Shep strode through the empty office that held their desks and equipment, pa.s.sed by the interrogation room to the left, then team leader Ryder McKay"s office. Ryder had been on border patrol this morning with Keith.
Voices filtered out from the break room in the back, so Shep kept going that way.
"She burned down his house, stole his car and got him fired from his job." Jamie Ca.s.sidy"s voice reached him through the partially closed door.
Okay, that sounded disturbingly familiar. Shep"s fingers tightened on the foam cup in his hand as he paused midstep, on the verge of entering. His mood slipped another notch as old memories rushed him. He shook them off. No distractions.
"She broke his heart," Jamie added.
All right, that"s enough. Shep shoved the door open, maybe harder than he"d intended.
He stepped into the room just as Ray Armstrong said in a mocking tone, "Must have been some love affair." He glanced over and grinned. "Hey, Shep."
Shep shot a cold glare at the three men, all hardened commando soldiers: Jamie, Ray and Moses Mann.
The latter two had the good sense to look embarra.s.sed at being caught gossiping like a bunch of teenage girls. Jamie just grinned and reached back to the fridge behind him for an energy drink.
The fridge and wall-to-wall cabinets filled up the back of the break room, a microwave and coffee machine glinting in the corner. In front of the men, high-resolution satellite printouts covered the table.
This close to D-day, they didn"t take real breaks anymore. They worked around the clock, would do whatever it took to succeed.
Yesterday"s half-eaten pizza, which they were apparently resurrecting as breakfast, sat to the side. Jamie pushed it farther out of the way as he lifted the drink to his mouth with one hand while he finished marking something on one of the printouts with a highlighter.
"So-" He looked at Shep when he was finished, too cheerful by half. "Want to tell us about her?"
Shep stepped closer, in a way that might or might not be interpreted as threatening. They"d all been frustrated to the limit lately, and a good fight would let off a lot of pressure. "I liked you better when you were a morose b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
Ray leaned back in his chair. "He"s mellowed a lot since hooking up with the deputy sheriff." He turned to Jamie. "She"s definitely changing you, man."
And not to his advantage, Shep wanted to add, but that wasn"t entirely true, so he didn"t say it.
Jamie didn"t seem concerned about the perceived mellowing. A soft look came over his face as he capped his highlighter. "Love changes everything."
"Really?" Shep narrowed his gaze at them. "Four of the roughest, toughest commandos in the country and we"re going to sit around talking about love? What the h.e.l.l? Are we still part of the top secret Special Designation Defense Unit, or is this now the Wrecked by Cupid Team? Have changes been made while I"ve been out?"
He believed in true love. He"d seen it work; his parents had had it. But he also knew that-like anything else important-it only worked if you gave it your all. People like him, and the other guys on his team, could never do that.
He wasn"t the type to do things halfway, anyway. He either charged full steam ahead or wouldn"t even start. Love just wasn"t in the cards for him.
"Romance is the kind of-" he began, trying to be the voice of reason.
But Mo gave a warning cough.
He would. He was another recent, unfortunate casualty.
He looked Shep straight in the eye. "Love is nothing to be ashamed of."
Shep wished the best for him and Jamie, but in his heart of hearts, he had doubts about their long-term chances. Yet what right did he have to be discouraging? He laughed it off. "It"s sad to see battle-hardened soldiers turn sappy." He shook his head, looking to Ray for support, a good laugh or some further needling in Jamie"s direction.
But, in a stunning display of betrayal, Ray turned against him. "So what"s this about your psycho girlfriend?" he asked between two bites of cold pizza, sitting a head taller than anyone else in the room.
If Mo was built like a tank, Ray was built like a marauding Viking-his true ancestry. Jamie, between them, was the lean and lithe street fighter.
They didn"t intimidate Shep one bit. "We"re not talking about me."
A roundhouse kick to Jamie, then vault on Ray, knock him-chair and everything-into Mo. That would put an end to all the smirking.
Except that Ryder, the team leader, had forbidden fighting in the office after an unfortunate incident when they"d first set up headquarters here. As it turned out, even though the reinforced trailer was bulletproof, the office furniture, in fact, was not indestructible.
So Shep threw Jamie only a glare instead of a punch that would have been way more satisfying. "She was a kid, all right? I wasn"t her boyfriend. I was her parole officer. End of story."
"He never pressed charges," Jamie told Mo under his breath in a meaningful tone, obviously in the mood to make trouble this morning.
Shep threw his empty coffee cup at him. "Didn"t anybody ever teach you to mind your own business?"
Jamie easily ducked the foam missile. "How about you tell us about her and then it"ll all be out in the open? It"d be good to know what we"re dealing with here."
When they built ski resorts in h.e.l.l and handed out free lift pa.s.ses.
"Any reason we"re discussing Lilly Tanner this morning?" Saying her name only made him flinch a little. His eyes didn"t even twitch anymore when he thought of her.
Ray suddenly busied himself with the printouts on the table. Jamie had a look of antic.i.p.atory glee on his face.
A cold feeling spread in Shep"s stomach. "How did her name come up?"
He"d made the mistake of mentioning her to Jamie when they"d been on patrol together a while back. He hadn"t expected that she would become the topic of break-room discussion. Jamie wouldn"t have brought her up for gossip"s sake. But then why?
"She"s the consultant the FBI is sending in," Mo said with some sympathy. He might have been built like a tank, but he did have a good heart.
Shep stared, his mind going numb. Individually, all of Mo"s words made sense. But having them together in a sentence defied comprehension. "Has to be a different Lilly Tanner."
The one he"d known over a decade ago had been a h.e.l.lcat. He"d always figured she would end up a criminal mastermind or an out-of-control rock star-she had the brains and deviousness for the first, the voice and the looks for the second.
Jamie tapped the highlighter on the table and grinned. "She"s the one. I checked when I heard the name."
He didn"t like the new, cheerful Jamie. He was used to the pre-love morose Jamie who could curdle milk with just a look. As a good undercover commando should.
The only thing he liked less at the moment was the thought of Lilly Tanner reappearing in his life. The possibility caused a funny feeling in his chest. "They"ll have to send someone else."
"Unlikely." Ray grimaced. "We"ve been read the riot act."
"Sorry about that." Jamie had the decency to look apologetic at least. "My bad."
He"d crossed the border and taken out someone he"d thought to be the Coyote, the crime boss who set up the transfer of terrorists into the U.S. Except the man Jamie had shot had been a plant. The Coyote had gotten away, and the Mexican government was having a fit over a U.S. commando entering their sovereign territory.
h.e.l.l, none of the team blamed Jamie. But now the FBI was sending in their own man...woman.