The only thing that was even close to a light at the end of the dark tunnel she was in—and it was just a match strike, not a bonfire or anything—was that she’d followed through on the vacation idea. Next week she was going to get on a plane and go to—
Grier froze, a tickle on her neck cutting into the woe-is-me routine. “Daniel?”
When there was no answer, she cursed. In addition to looking for Isaac’s nonexistent note, she’d been hoping to see her brother’s ghost, but it was as if the two of them had both left her high and dry with no good-bye.
Turning around, she—
“Daniel!” She grabbed her chest. “Christ! And where the hell have you been?”
For once, her brother was not dressed in Ralph Lauren. He was in a long white robe, looking like he was about to graduate from college or something.
His smile was warm, but sad. “Hey, sis.”
“I thought you’d left me.” She was about to run forward to hug him when she realized that wasn’t going to work—as usual he was mostly air. “Why haven’t you—”
“I’ve come to say good-bye.”
“Oh.” Her eyes closed of their own volition and she took a deep breath. “I was kind of waiting for this, I guess.”
When she reopened her lids, he was right in front of her, and all she could think of was that he looked so healthy. So relaxed. So . . . curiously wise.
“You’re ready for this now,” he told her. “You’re ready to move on.”
“Am I.” She wasn’t so sure. The idea of not seeing him again threw her into a panic.
“Yeah, you are. Besides, it’s not a permanent kind of thing. You’ll see me again . . . Mom, too. It won’t be for a good long while, but you have something to live for now.”
“Myself, right. No offense, but I’ve been doing that for thirty years and it’s kind of empty.”
Now he grinned and his glowing hand went to hover over her belly. “Not exactly.”
As she looked down at herself, she wondered what the good goddamn he was talking about.
“I love you,” her brother said. “And you’re going to be just fine. I also wanted to tell you that I think I was wrong.”
“About what?”
“I thought I was stuck in the in-between because you wouldn’t let me go. But that wasn’t it. I was the one who couldn’t let you go. You’re going to be in great hands, though, and everything is going to be all right.”
“Daniel, what are you talking about—”
“I’ll give Mom your love. And don’t worry. I know you love me, too. Say hi to Dad for me sometime if you can. Let him know that I’m okay and I’ve forgiven him long ago.” Her brother lifted his ghostly hand. “Bye, Grier. Oh, and Daniel would be great. You know, if it’s a boy?”
Grier recoiled as her brother disappeared into thin air.
In his absence, she stood there, struck stupid, wondering what in God’s name—
Her feet started moving without her giving them an order, and a split second later, she found herself in the bathroom. Ripping open the drawer where she kept her makeup and her . . .
Birth control pills.
With a shaking hand, she picked up the square bubble pack and started to count.
But it wasn’t like she hadn’t remembered what she’d forgotten . . . to take.
The last pill she’d swallowed had been the night before Isaac had come into her life. And they’d had sex two . . . maybe two and a half times without protection.
Grier stumbled out of her bathroom and promptly realized she had nowhere to go. Falling onto the foot of her bed, she sat there in the dimness and stared at the packet as rain started to fall outside.
Pregnant? Was it possible she was . . . pregnant? Was she . . .
The knock was so quiet that at first she thought it was just a function of her heart pounding, but when it came again, she looked to the French door of the terrace.
On the other side of the glass, a huge shape loomed, and for a split second she nearly went for the security system fob. But then she saw there was something other than a gun in the man’s hand.
A rose.
It sure looked like a single rose.
Bursting up, she raced for the door and yanked it open.
Her MIA soldier was standing in the drizzle, his hair getting damp, his black muscle shirt leaving his shoulders bare to the droplets.
“Hi,” he said in a small voice. Like he was unsure of the reception he was going to get.
Grier tucked the birth control pills behind her back. “Hello . . .”
Her mind whirled into a frenzy as she wondered whether he’d come to tell her that there had been a problem with the cleanup . . . or was he here to warn her that someone else was after them all? But then why would he bring her a—
“It’s nothing bad,” he said, as if maybe she’d spoken out loud. “I’m just here to give you this.” He lifted up the white rose awkwardly. “It’s . . . ah, something men do. When they . . . ah . . .”
As his voice seemed to desert him, Grier stared at the perfect petals of the flower and, as she breathed in, she caught the scent—and then she realized she was making him stand out in the rain.
“God, where are my manners—come in,” she said. “You’re getting wet.”
As she stepped back, he hesitated. And then he put the rose between his teeth and bent down to untie the laces of his combat boots.
Grier started laughing.
She couldn’t help it and it didn’t make any sense, but there was no holding it in. She laughed until she had to back up and sit down on the mattress again. She laughed from joy and confusion and hope. She laughed at everything from the perfect rose to the perfect moment . . . to the perfect timing.
To him being a perfect gentleman—to the point that he didn’t want to track in on her bedroom rug.
Her brother was right.
She was going to be okay.
Her soldier was home for good . . . and she was going to be perfectly fine.
Isaac stepped into Grier’s room in his stocking feet and he was careful to shut the door behind himself. Taking the rose out from between his teeth, he smoothed his hair and beat back the feeling that he wished he could have shown up in a tux or something.
But he just wasn’t a tuxedo kind of guy.
He approached his woman and got down on his knees in front of her, watching her laugh, and smiling a little himself. She’d either lost her damn mind or she was glad to see him—and he hoped like hell it was the latter and didn’t care if it was the former as long as she let him stay.
God, she looked good. With nothing but a black silk blouse on and a pair of hose, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—
As she wiped her eyes, he realized she had something in her hand and it wasn’t some sappy-ass flower. It was a foil packed of . . . pills?
Grier clearly tweaked to what he’d focused on, because she stopped laughing and tried to tuck the thing behind herself.
“Wait,” he said, “what is it?”
She took a deep breath, like she was bracing herself. “Why did you come back?”
“What’s up with the pills.”
“You first.” The look in her eyes was dead serious. “You . . . go first.”
Well, now he felt like a fool, but then again, even though all was fair in love and war, there was no place for a man’s pride in that mix, was there.
“I came back to stay, if you’ll have me. I spent the last week . . . taking care of things.” No reason to elaborate on that one, and he was relieved when she didn’t ask. “And I had to do some thinking. I want to go legit. As you’ve said, you can’t change the past, but you can do something about the future. My time with XOps . . . I’m
