'A plan that now I'll have to rework, since you just blew half of it out of the water.'
'Joe, Joe, Joe.' Derrick sighed. 'You can't treat relationships like an op, working out every detail down to the last possible contingency.'
'Well, why the hell not? That's what I'd like to know.'
'Because…' Another sigh. 'Terrorists are predictable. Women are not.'
'I know. That's what worries me.' He walked over to watch Maddy through the window. 'Plus, I have this gut instinct telling me that something's wrong.'
'Like what?'
'I don't know. I can't put my finger on it, but…' He remembered some of his conversations with Maddy lately, when he'd asked her how things were going with Sylvia and she'd changed the subject. 'I have this nagging sense that she's keeping something from me. Something to do with her artwork.'
'Isn't that what you said happened last time?'
'They say history repeats itself.' Except this time she had no reason to keep things from him. Not that she had last time either.
'Have you considered the possibility that you're seeing ghosts from the past, inventing things to obsess over?'
'Maybe.' He turned away from the window. 'So, are you still coming next month?'
'Actually I thought I should come up sooner, for us to get rocking on the obstacle course for the super geeks.'
'How much sooner?'
'I can be there week after next.'
'Oh, man, you are shooting my schedule all to hell.'
'Joe, get a grip,' Derrick said dramatically. 'Even on an op, sometimes your plan gets screwed and you have to go in with what you've got, guns blazing.'
'Which, if you'll remember, is how I got shot.'
'True. But have you considered this? If you hadn't taken that hit, you wouldn't be sitting in New Mexico right now. We'd both be sweating our asses off in some desert dodging car bombs. And your high school sweetheart would still be just a wistful memory.'
'Are you saying I should be thankful I got shot?'
'Out of adversity comes opportunity. See ya in a couple of weeks, man. And, hey, good luck with your lady.'
'Yeah. Thanks a lot.'
The instant Joe hung up, he remembered a second reason he didn't want Derrick to come ahead of schedule. Maddy's show in Taos. He couldn't miss it. Her friends were going to be there, and he'd finally get to meet them.
Besides, it was the only show she had scheduled, which he found strange. Sylvia didn't seem to be doing much to promote Maddy's work. Was that why Maddy tensed up when he asked her how things were going?
Ill ease tickled the back of his neck, that sixth sense alerting him to danger. Something was definitely off kilter. Or maybe Derrick was right. Maybe he was seeing ghosts from the past. Maybe.
'I can't believe another session has come and gone.' Sitting on the edge of the patio behind the office, Maddy stared up at the stars.
'Feels weird, doesn't it?' Joe dropped down beside her and held out a beer. 'Here you go.'
'Thanks.' She popped the top with a satisfying spew, then drank quickly, before the foam spilled down the side. 'Ah! I never knew beer could taste so good.'
Joe took a long pull from his can and sighed loudly. 'Abstinence makes the taste buds grow fonder.'
They sat in easy silence watching fireflies blink off and on throughout the camp. Lights glowed from the various lodges where the counselors would spend one last night, then depart in the morning. A shriek of laughter drifted from the Chiefs Lodge. Through the screen windows, she could make out the shapes of the coordinators moving about. A pillow flew, hitting the back of someone's head. More laughter followed.
Maddy smiled. 'I just realized what this reminds me of.'
'What's that?' He draped an arm over her shoulder.
'The last day of college.' She leaned comfortably into him. 'Classes are over, removing your reason for being there, yet you're still there, along with people who have been such a big part of your life. Then suddenly you realize you have no reason for seeing them every day. Everything inside you ping-pongs back and forth between excitement- because, yippee, you're finally out of school, ready to take on real life-and outbursts of tears because, oh my God, you're not going to see your friends every day anymore.'
'Transitions are always tough,' he said quietly.
'Yeah.' She sighed, grateful that she wasn't leaving with the others tomorrow. She had one whole month to be with Joe before his friend Derrick arrived. Plenty of time for working up to the things she'd promised herself she'd tell him as soon as they had the camp back to themselves. Although there was no time like the present to start laying the groundwork. 'It's very tough to say good-bye, but sometimes it's not necessary. If the bonds are strong enough, all those promises to stay close actually stick.'
'Do they?' he asked.
'They did for Amy, Christine, and me. Three out of four's not bad.'
'What happened to your fourth suitemate?'
'Ah, that would be Jane Redding.'
'From the morning show?' He pulled back in surprise.
'Yep.'
'You never told me that.' He settled back against her, fitting her snugly to his side. 'So what happened with her?'
'She went off to become rich and famous, and we fell out of touch.' Oh man, she thought. This was not a good way to lead up to asking how he'd feel if she took Sylvia up on the offer to be in the spring catalog. 'But it didn't have to be that way. We could have stayed close if Jane had been willing to put in the effort.'
'Long-distance relationships are tough.' He paused. 'I'm, um, not sure I'd want to go through another one.'
Why had he said that? she wondered. Oh yes, Janice. The woman he'd dated while still in the Army. The one he'd considered marrying until he realized she valued career over family.
And weren't those all the problems she and Joe would face if she moved her career up on her list of priorities, then had to travel to make it work?
From the Chiefs Lodge, Carol's voice rose above the others, calling for quiet. Maddy glanced over at the sound. The screens obscured the figures inside, but she could see that they were making a toast. Cheap wine, paper cups, and promises.
Which of those promises would hold?
'I've always wondered, is it the same for men when you have to move on?'
He chuckled. 'We have our own way of doing it. Generally without the emotional outbursts.'
'Really?' She tipped her head to see his face. 'What about the last day of Ranger school? I imagine that was pretty emotional.'
A smile moved over his face. She loved the way he smiled, his muscles moving in such a masculine way. 'It was… intense.'
Laughing, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
'I'm sure it was.'
'Speaking of…' He stared at his beer can. 'I heard from Derrick today.'
'Oh?' She frowned at his flat tone. 'Is something wrong?'
'No. Not at all. Actually, things couldn't be better. He, um, sold a corporate package.'
'Really?' Twin jolts of elation and concern hit her at once. How fabulous for Joe-but where did this leave her? 'Wow, that's… great.'
He chuckled, which made her frown deepen.
'What's so funny?'
