clutched her big shoulder bag and refused to give it up. She followed him across the lot, then walked over to her car.
She met his eyes and pressed her lips together in a thin line. “I don’t have much. I can put everything in my car.”
He squinted down at her. His voice was cool, crisp. “You can, but you’re not going to. You’re riding with me.”
He tossed her suitcase and duffle bag in the back of the Jeep and hauled the rest of the groceries out of her car. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her toward the Jeep.
Opening the door, he picked her up and deposited her in the bucket seat.
“Jake, this isn’t necessary.” Her voice was terse.
He shrugged and dropped his dark mirrored shades over his eyes and strode to the driver’s side.
When he got in, he held out his hand.
“Your car keys.”
She hesitated. Her hands shook, but she gave him the keys.
Ignoring her shocked gasp, he tossed them to the homeless guy sitting on the curb.
“Brady, bring her car over when you’re sure you’re not being followed. Check it over and make damn sure they didn’t put tracers on it.”
The scruffy man grinned and gave him a mock salute. “You got it, boss.”
The hobo glanced over at Lexie and gave her a slight bow. “Sure am glad you’re getting out of here, ma’am. This is a hell of a place for a woman like you.”
Jake nodded and cranked up the engine. Within minutes, they were on the highway leaving the horror of the motel behind.
Chapter 9
Lexie stole a glance at Jake. His jaw was set in a rigid line, his eyes shielded behind the mirrored lenses. He hadn’t spoken since they got in the Jeep. He’d flipped on the radio. The dulcet sounds of a sax wailed a bluesy tune that should have helped her unwind except that the tension rumbling between them made relaxation impossible. She thought of all the things she wanted to say to him, but his unwavering attention on the road and distinct withdrawal from her made her shrink further into herself. She stared out the window and took deep calming breaths that didn’t calm.
She had no idea where they were going and refused to ask. She’d decide when they got there whether she would stay. She reminded herself anything would be better than the filthy place they’d left. But she needed to make it clear to Jake that where she lived and what she did was up to her, not him. She choked back a grim laugh at her pathetic assertion of independence. For now, at least, he controlled every bit of her surroundings, including the wrenching silence between them.
He turned off the highway following the signs to the military base. The men at the gate stepped back and saluted when they passed through, a reminder of Jake’s station in life and her lack of one.
She forced her voice to be calm. “Is this place on the base?”
His response was curt, almost dismissive. “Yeah, it is.”
Lexie screwed up her courage, forcing her question to be as controlled as his response.
“Will I need permission to enter and leave?”
His lip curled in a slight sneer.
“No, Lexie. You are not a prisoner here. You may come and go as you wish at any time of the day or night. I’ve arranged a V.I.P. pass for you. It’ll get you on and off the base without any hassle.”
They passed rows of military housing lined up one after another. After a couple of blocks, Jake turned the corner and entered what looked like a private street. Lexie saw that the houses all had yards and were immaculately kept. All of them featured well-tended trees and flowering shrubs, lending a pleasant upscale ambiance to the secluded
He opened her door and helped her down. Following her gaze, he nodded at the bike.
“I’ve been storing it here. I don’t like to leave it on the street. Too damn many eighteen and nineteen year olds around. She can only take so many stares and whistles before she starts getting nervous.”
Lexie tried to decide if he was making a joke, but his firm jaw was inconsistent with humor.
He added. “I’ll get it out of here by tonight.”
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her bags from the back of the Jeep and motioned for her to go inside.
Lexie was startled at the interior. It was as welcoming as the outside. The decor was authentic southwestern, not the kitschy knockoffs that had swept the country. The broad beams and
When Jake opened the refrigerator to put in her supplies, she saw that it was full of fresh fruit, water, and vegetables. He pointed down the hallway. “There are two bedrooms. You can use one as an office if you need it. It has a desk and wifi. The base is on a special server, but I left the passwords for you on the desk. They have maid service twice a week and bring fresh linens at that time.”
Lexie swallowed hard, then asked the obvious question.
“This is your place isn’t it, Jake?”
He gave her a dismissive nod. “It’s for visiting brass, and, yeah, I guess I’m considered one. You don’t need to worry. I’ve cleaned out all my stuff and moved in with a buddy of mine who served with me in Afghanistan.”
Lexie froze. “Jake, I can’t. You know I can’t throw you out of your home, your house. I…I won’t.”
He gave a harsh laugh. “Too bad, sugar. You already did.”
He ignored her pained look and continued pointing out various features.
She made her voice as firm as she could.
“Jake, no. I can’t. I won’t stay here. It isn’t right. I’m not even in the military, much less a decorated hero.”
Jake whirled on her. Some of the anger she’d felt from him since they left the motel boiled over.
“You just don’t get it do you, Lexie? Your brother, Sgt. Anthony Beloi, was a national hero. This whole base is stoked up tight over his death. Rage doesn’t begin to describe the reaction to the way he died.”
He paused. Lexie frowned waiting for him to continue. He stopped as if he had said something he wished he hadn’t. Lexie shoved against the icy chill that hit her.
Jake shook his head and said simply, “Later”
He walked to the door then turned back. “Listen up, Lexie. Everyone on this base will do anything they can to take care of Anthony’s family.” He added, “No matter how ungrateful they are.”
He opened the front door and pulled on his beret. He pointed out the door.
“Two blocks down this street and a block and a half to the west is the finest martial arts studio this side of San Francisco. It’s the reason half the trainees who come here beg to come back, has everything from mixed martial arts rings to enough bags and equipment for a small platoon. I arranged a pass for you. They’re open twenty four hours a day.” His expression tightened and he glared at her. “It’ll beat the balcony. At least there you can be reasonably certain that your audience isn’t out to do you harm.”
Lexie felt her face flame first with embarrassment, then a burst of righteous anger. So that’s what he
