then, I just wanted out of that town. I joined for the GI Bill, planned to get a degree, thought after that I"d work in some office. h.e.l.l, I"d run the whole d.a.m.n steel mill."
"So why aren"t you?"
"Because once the airplane took off, I heard the call." He could still feel the rush of that first training flight, the lift, the sense of purpose, the chance to make things happen and not just have things happen to him.
"After that, I decided I didn"t want to get out for the four years it would have taken me to get a degree.
Why should I anyway? I was doing exactly what I wanted."
He"d had more money, security and benefits than when growing up. He hadn"t counted on meeting Rena and wanting to give her more.
"And you met Mom."
Was the kid a mind reader? "Yeah, I met your mom."
"How do you know when you meet her? The one?"
J.T. studied his son, used some of that Rena-insight stuff he"d just started to glean. And ah c.r.a.p, sometimes it was better not knowing. The poor kid sure as h.e.l.l wasn"t the guy who almost knocked up the girl.
But he loved that girl anyway.
Clasping his hands between his knees, J.T. searched for the words to make this one better for his kid. A hopeless deal when he couldn"t even make things better for himself in the woman department. "You"ve gotta go with your gut on that one, son. There"s no clear-cut answer. You just know when you see her."
And wasn"t that the truth? Rena had been so hot that day, still was. But honest to G.o.d, he"d fallen for her laugh.
"So if Mom was the one, then why did you decide to split?"
"Now, there"s the million-dollar question." He tugged his weight-lifting gloves tighter on his hands. "Sometimes right for one person is wrong for another. Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time. Sometimes it"s the right person at the right time and you do all the wrong things because you"re a dumb a.s.s. Basically, it"s a real c.r.a.pshoot getting all the rights lined up at the same time." He glanced sideways at his son. "Any of that make sense?"
"Yeah, it does." Chris stood, crossed to the weight rack, lifted the curl bar. "So what do I do about it ... if I have that problem, right person, wrong time?"
"h.e.l.l, Chris." J.T. joined him and started alternating curls. "If I had the answer to that one, do you think I"d still be sleeping across the hall?"
"Guess not."
Arms pumping, J.T. thought about telling Chris he didn"t have to make any decisions, but hesitated. His son had asked a man"s question and deserved a man"s answer.
J.T. slowed the reps, replaced the weights and faced Chris eye to eye. "The best I can offer you is the knowledge that you"re in the same boat with the majority of the male population. Women are a mystery. And the guy who figures out that mystery could sell the secret for enough money to buy the whole d.a.m.n factory."
Something he now knew wasn"t his calling, even if that factory could buy Rena everything she deserved. d.a.m.n but he"d wanted to give her more. Yet even as his gut revolted at the thought of a repeat of three months ago, a repeat of what he"d put Rena through, he knew he wouldn"t walk away from the Air Force.
"My advice, son? Go ahead and quit the job at the restaurant. Study your b.u.t.t off for the exams. Then enjoy the h.e.l.l out of that lifeguard job. I"m betting one of those bathing suits works her way over to your tower by the end of the first week."
He clapped his son on the back, and even though Chris only scrounged a half smile, their talk had gone well. Or at least better than any talk before.
The door into the house squeaked, opened. Rena stood silhouetted, wearing a maternity jumper.
Who the h.e.l.l sucked all the air out of the garage? Because he d.a.m.n well couldn"t find any.
This baby was real, and getting closer to being born. A dumb-a.s.s obvious thought, still the speed of time ticking away hadn"t hit him until then.
She wasn"t showing much, but nearing the fourth month, there was no question. The silky green fabric skimmed her tiny bulge. "Supper"s ready."
Rena"s eyes lingered on J.T."s shoulders-bared by a workout tank T-shirt. He could see her pupils dilate from clear across the garage. His heart rate revved in time with her rapidly rising and falling chest.
Chris s.n.a.t.c.hed a towel off the hook. "Great. I"m starving. No surprise, huh?" their son rambled on in the thick silence. "Cool new clothes, Mom. Are you sure you"re not carrying twins?"
Twins? Rena went as pale as he felt.
J.T. thumped his son on the chest. "Way to go charming your mother, bud. Are you trying to get us all killed?"
Chris winced. "Sorry. You, uh, look nice, Mom."
Rena gripped the railing and walked down the four steps into the garage with only a slight limp. Time was definitely running out before he would be asked to leave. Soon, she wouldn"t need him.
h.e.l.l, she hadn"t needed him at all since she graduated.
She stopped in front of her son, twisted a dainty fist in his shirt and tugged him down ... to kiss him on top of his curly head. "You"re forgiven for the twins comment, hon."
"And, uh," he stuttered, straightening, "I"m really sorry for what I said the other night." His thin arms
wrapped around her for a rare teenager hug.
She patted his back with the same rea.s.surance she"d given to lull him to sleep after toddler nightmares.
"It"s okay, hon."
"Thanks. Love ya, Mom." Toddler images aside, the pointed stare he shot his father over her head was
definitely all man shouting, Hurt my mama again and I"ll take you down. He blinked, returning to sixteen. "Catch ya" later, dudes, I"ll just grab some food on my way up to my room. I gotta get some homework done. Thanks for the advice about the job stuff, Dad."
Their son"s footsteps faded, but neither of them looked away from each other, her gaze still riveted on his shoulders and sweat-soaked T-shirt sticking to his chest. His eyes unable to move from the fertile curves of her body.
The primal need to protect her, have her, surged. The urge to lock that door and find new uses for the weight bench throbbed through him.
She backed, gripped the railing and found the first step. "I"ll meet you inside."
The wind through the window molded her silky dress around killer legs and a gentle baby bulge.
"In a minute." Once he willed away the arousal.
Her retreat made it clear. No kiss this time.
At least he"d gotten one thing right during the talk with Chris. Chris would turn in his notice, ditch the extra delivery duties, and maybe they would use the extra time for more talks.
And since the added plans for tomorrow night"s surveillance flight should net that final drug trafficking link, he would have a couple of days off to focus on his family. He could step up the pace on the romance c.r.a.pshoot in hopes that someday he got it right.
Chapter 10.
"No hard feelings, pal," Kurt Haugen said from behind his desk, a stuffed swordfish mounted on the wall over his head. Circling around to the front, he extended his hand for a shake. "You"ve always got a job here if you change your mind. I appreciate a hard worker."
Chris tried not to let his exhale of relief be too obvious. He shook hands, firm, the way his dad had taught him. "Thank you, sir."
"But I"ll need you to leave now." Mr. Haugen leaned back against the big wooden desk, crossing one ta.s.seled loafer over the other. "Once someone quits, I prefer they go right away. Not that I don"t trust you. It"s policy."
"Sure. No problem." Totally. He couldn"t wait to get out, and this was so easy he wondered why he hadn"t thought of it before. "And thanks for being cool about it. Things are really tense at home, with my mom expecting a baby and stuff."
"I hear you. I live in a house of women." He tipped a framed family photo Chris"s way, the gold rim outlining a smiling trio of Dad, Mom and little girl. "It"s important to take care of them, keep them happy. You go easy on your mom, and I promise you it"ll all be worth it when you see that new brother or sister."
"Yeah, uh, right" He shuffled his feet, ready to close the book on his c.r.a.ppy first-job experience. The lifeguard gig would have to be better.
Anything would be better.
Mr. Haugen replaced the photo and pushed away from the desk. "Well, no more of my proud-dad stuff. Take care and good luck."
Nodding, Chris backed away. He couldn"t haul out fast enough. And best of all, he had some time to kill before his parents would expect him home.
He made tracks into the kitchen, the stink of fried fish sticking to him all the way through the door. Outside, he blinked against the sunlight-still bright even near sunset, inhaled a deep breath of salty air to clear his head.
Maybe he could grab a Big Mac and stop by Shelby"s house, hang for a while. She was still pretty wigged out by the pregnancy scare and her upcoming move and the way Murdoch was pressuring her to change college choices this late in the game.
Chris kicked gravel. Didn"t the guy realize how lucky he was to have somebody like Shelby? Pushing would just screw it all up. Which might not be so bad if it weren"t for the fact Shelby would get hurt. And even if by some fluke she dumped her tall cool boyfriend for a scrawny geek, she was still moving in a few weeks.
It so sucked being a teenager stuck living with whatever the parents decided. Moving houses. Splitting marriages.
Definitely sucked.
He tucked around lines of parked cars, putting more s.p.a.ce between himself and the restaurant. Okay,
so something good had happened today. And the lifeguard job wouldn"t be so bad.But his dad was high if he thought the bathing suit chicks would be hanging out around Chris Price"stower. G.o.d, especially not with his bony arms and legs out there and his nose all white from zinc oxide.
They"d probably think the base signed on a circus act. At least he didn"t have to worry about burningsince he tanned like his mom-the one good thing he"d inherited from her.He rounded the corner to his parking spot-yeah, Dad, away from the ocean and the salt so Mom"s car wouldn"t rust.
Someone lounged against his back b.u.mper. A girl someone. Shelby? Hope cleared his head faster than the beach air. He stepped up his pace to a jog and saw...
Miranda. c.r.a.p. His feet slowed.
Make it official. He now hated Lycra as much as lies.
So much for an easy home free. He"d just talk fast and leave even faster.
Chris threw back his shoulders and walked straight for the car. No hesitation. Ignoring the bodacious
b.i.t.c.h, he thumbed the unlock b.u.t.ton.
"Hey there, Chris." She arched away from the car and slithered into his path. "I hear you"re leaving us."
"Uh-huh. Exams. New job. Less hours. That"s life." He reached for the door handle.
Her hand fell on his. Held. Squeezed.
Ah c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p, c.r.a.p. He couldn"t push her away, because an honorable guy never got physical with a girl.
More of his dad"s teaching.
But what was he supposed to do when she got really physical with him?
Miranda slid her body between his and the door. Her cologne wrapped around him and just about
strangled off air. "You"re sounding mighty c.o.c.ky there, Chris. You wouldn"t be getting any ideas?"