Danger Zone (27 page)

“We’d better get out of here,” she whispered, jerking her head toward the stairs. “Margaret’s liable to come after us with a broom.”

“Is that the aging Barbie doll?” he asked, as they ran up the stairs together.

Karen nodded.

“I doubt if she’s ever used a broom in her life,” he said sarcastically. “Except to ride on, of course,” he added as an afterthought. “I think I gave her a tic when I arrived; did you see her twitching?”

Karen snickered.

He paused on the landing. “Which door?” he said in confusion. “This place looks like the White House.”

Karen took him to the room where she was staying and he closed the door behind them and locked it. He turned to her instantly and pulled her into his arms.

“God,” he sighed, burying his face in the soft sweep of her hair against her neck, “you don’t know how often I thought of this. It kept me going until I could get back to you.” He moved his head and trailed his lips along the smooth line of her exposed shoulder. “This is some outfit,” he murmured huskily.

“Do you like it on me?” she asked, drawing back and looking at him.

“I’d like it better off you,” he answered and reached for the zipper at the back. He ran it down the track to her waist and then peeled the strapless bodice away from her torso, exposing her breasts. He took one shell pink nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily until she clutched at him, weak kneed, then he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He had her dress off in seconds and disposed of the rest of her underthings summarily, dropping them on the floor. Then he stripped hastily, tossing his jacket and pants on a needlepoint chair that stood by the side of the Dutch tiled fireplace. He threw himself down next to her on the woven counterpane and pulled her tightly against him, gasping at the electric contact of her bare flesh with his.

Karen closed her eyes as he kissed her lightly, then opened her lips when he increased the pressure of his mouth. He ran his uninjured hand down her body, caressing her, and she arched upward, yielding eagerly to his touch. Colter tried to go slow but they were both too hungry. When he pulled away to turn Karen on her back, she held him, slipping her leg between his. Colter moaned, his unfulfilled need during their time apart taking over, and he pressed her into the bed, letting her feel his arousal.

Karen pulled her mouth from his and pressed her lips to his neck, past the stubble of his beard to the soft flesh at its base. She felt the pulse of life beating there, pumping wildly, an indication of his excitement which matched her own. Increasingly impatient, he bunched his fists in her hair and pushed her down, crushing her breasts against his chest. She lay mute with anticipation as he lifted himself on his hands and poised himself above her. Her eyes locked with his as she curled her legs around him and he entered her.

Karen made a sound in her throat, a soft growl of pleasure, and dug her heels into his hips, forcing him deeper inside her. He bucked wildly but carried her with him, and they fell back on the bed together at the end, spent and satiated.

They lay drowsily entwined for a timeless period, content just to realize they were together. Then Karen half sat and draped her arm across Colter’s chest, looking down into his face.

“Do you think all those people on the first floor know what we’ve been doing up here?” she asked Colter, smiling slightly.

He touched the tip of her nose. “It’s a sure bet they don’t think we’re playing backgammon,” he replied dryly. “What an ossified group. I don’t see how your friend Linda fits in with that bunch.”

“She doesn’t; that’s the problem. She and Margaret don’t get along and she isn’t very happy here.” 

Karen touched the bandage on his wrist. 

“How did you do this?” she asked.

“It’s a powder burn,” he answered.

“Oh.” Karen paused, and then said, “That must have been very painful.”

“You can block out pain if you concentrate on something else, something good,” he said, covering her fingers with his other hand. “You just have to have a positive ideal in mind, a fine thing to think about that’s more powerful than the pain.”

“What did you think about when you hurt your hand?”

His eyes sought hers guilelessly. “You.”

Karen’s face changed and she didn’t respond for a long moment. Then she spoke quietly.

“Steven, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He continued to stare up at her as if surprised. “Is it?”

She nodded seriously. “Yes.”

He looked disturbed. “I don’t say enough nice things to you, do I? I mean, I don’t compliment you enough, make you feel special.”

“You make me feel special,” she said tenderly. He didn’t know that he charmed without effort. His personal comments were artless but heartfelt, all the more precious for their rarity.

He shook his head. “No, that’s not true. I’d like to think of the right things to say, but I’m just not good that way.” He sighed, frustrated, and dropped his eyes. “I wish I were different,” he said fiercely.

“I don’t,” Karen said, snuggling next to him and putting her head on his shoulder. “I think you’re terrific just as you are.”

“So many things would be better then,” he murmured, as if to himself.

“Steven,” Karen said absently, shifting her weight to get comfortable, “what are you babbling about?”

“Nothing,” he muttered. But his expression was still distracted, unhappy, as he pulled the side of the spread up from the floor to cover Karen.

“Steven?”

“Mmm?”

“Why were you gone so long? I was terribly worried.”

“The prison had very tight security. It took a long time to plan the raid.”

“Did it go off all right?”

“Like clockwork.”

“You got him out?”

He smiled. “Sort of. We raided the exercise yard and quite a few of them got out.”

Karen turned her head to peer up at him.

“You sprang a whole bunch of them at the same time?”

“Yeah. It was unplanned but very satisfactory.” He sounded pleased with himself.

“But maybe some of them were dangerous.”

“Nah. They were all political prisoners; none of them belonged inside in the first place.”

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Letting them all out.”

“I didn’t enjoy the fireworks,” he said ruefully, lifting his injured hand.

“You must forget what it feels like not to have some sort of injury,” Karen commented.

“Yeah, and every year I seem to wind up with a few more of them,” he said flatly. “I think I may be getting too old for this business.”

“How do you mean?”

“Losing that edge, that sharpness, you know? It’s a funny sort of balance you have to strike. When you’re real young you’re quick and alert but inexperienced and you make mistakes because of that. But by the time you’re old enough to know what’s going on you’re already slowing down. There’s really only a couple of years when you’re at your peak.”

“Have you reached it?”

He glanced at her. “Maybe.”

“What happens to retired mercenaries?” Karen asked lightly, aware that she should tread carefully. “Do they fade away, like old soldiers?” 

“There’s no such thing as a retired mercenary,” Colter replied.

“Why not?” Karen asked, already knowing the answer.

“They’re all dead,” he said shortly. “Can we change the subject?” He sat up and got out of bed, striding naked to the window. Karen could see his lithe form partially illuminated by the lanterns on the drive.

“The guard is gone,” he informed her, referring to the man in the car across the road.

“Did you know he would be sent to keep an eye on me?” Karen asked.

He nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “One more thing for you to worry about. I knew he wouldn’t harm you as long as I fulfilled my part of the bargain.”

“I think Linda has a crush on him,” Karen said, amused.

Colter turned, snorting with surprised laughter. “What?”

“It’s true.”

“You’re crazy.”

“She was always talking about inviting him inside for a drink.”

“Maybe you and your friend aren’t as different as I thought,” he said, rejoining her and stretching out on the bed. “You’re both attracted to that element of danger you sense in guys like me and him.”

“Oh, you’ve got it all figured out, have you?” Karen asked archly, putting her arms around his neck and throwing her leg across his. “You know exactly what I want?”

He chuckled, running his hands down the smooth satiny expanse of her back. “I think it’s pretty obvious what you want right now,” he murmured.

“Then give it to me.”

And he did.

* * * *

An hour later Karen was sleeping in the outsize guest bed while Colter sat in the needlepoint chair, smoking a cigarette. Around him the elaborately decorated room was shrouded in darkness and the canopied bed with its chintz hangings resembled a cocoon, Karen’s slight form wrapped in the covers as if in a chrysalis. He stared up at the cut glass light fixture above his head and wondered what he was doing in this mansion, with this woman who had so changed his life.

He should have broken it off with Karen while they were still in Ireland. Because he was too gutless then to do what had to be done she had become a hostage in his latest venture, and he had to make sure that scenario was never repeated.

He inhaled deeply and held the smoke in his lungs, letting it escape slowly. Perhaps it would have been kinder not to return to her, not to raise her hopes. But he had wanted to be with her again more than he’d thought possible and he’d given in to his own weakness, his desire for her warmth, her companionship, her love. But this night was all they could have together; it had to end here. He couldn’t drag her through the wreckage of his life like baggage, couldn’t ask her to share more of the anguish and uncertainty she’d just experienced. It was killing him to let her go but keeping her with him would only cause more pain in the future. For once in his ill spent life he was going to put someone else first no matter what it cost him.

He started as a door slammed below the windows, and he heard the sound of voices calling farewell. The guests were going home. He listened to the departures as he smoked slowly, wondering how and when he could bring himself to tell Karen goodbye.

Karen stirred, and her hand automatically searched the space next to her in the bed. She found it empty. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her breasts, and spotted Colter sitting in the chair. Naked to the waist, he was a dim outline in the midnight darkness.

“What are you doing?” she muttered groggily, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the gloom.

“Having a smoke,” he said. She watched as he exhaled and then stubbed out the butt in a ceramic ashtray.

Karen wrapped the sheet around her and struggled out of bed, almost tripping on the tail end of the bedclothes. He laughed softly as he saw her fighting her way toward him.

“Don’t you think such modesty is a little excessive under the circumstances?” he teased her.

“Maybe I’m cold,” she retorted.

“Maybe you’re inhibited,” he replied, and she could see the white flash of his teeth as he smiled.

“How can you say that to me?” she inquired, sitting at his feet and leaning her head against his jeans clad knee. She yawned and thumbed her hair out of her eyes.

“Because it’s true. I can’t believe such a prissy little goody two shoes can be such a wildcat in bed.”

“‘Prissy little goody two shoes’!” she said, pretending to be insulted. “I like that.”

He bent and put his arms around her. “So do I. I like the fact that no one else knows, that I’m the only one who can turn you into such a greedy creature.” He kissed the back of her bare shoulder and she didn’t see the expression of sadness cloud his handsome features.

Karen closed her eyes. She listened for a moment and then said, “Is that everybody going home? I think the noise woke me.”

“Probably,” he said, sitting back. “The front entry is just below us, all the car doors slamming sounded like a fusillade.”

“Linda told me her grandfather imported Carrara marble for those steps,” Karen said. “They cost seventy-five thousand pounds. In 1928.”

“I hope I left a lot of mud on them on the way in,” he answered shortly.

The din below fell off, then ceased completely.

“I guess the party broke up,” Karen said dreamily.

“I’m surprised it recovered from my entrance,” he answered.

“Oh, come on, you enjoyed it,” she said, smiling slightly. “All those stuffy establishment types gathered around with you standing there in the doorway, the collar of that sailor jacket turned up to your chin, like Clark Gable chasing Greer Garson in
Adventure
.”

“What’s that, an old movie?”

“Yup. Gable is a wandering seaman who falls for a proper lady and it really complicates his life.”

“That does have a familiar ring,” he observed dryly.

Karen got up and crawled into his lap, letting the sheet fall to the floor. He buried his face against her breasts and swung her up into his arms.

“Have I been worth it?” she whispered, closing her eyes as he stood.

He answered her without words, lifting his head to kiss her and carrying her to the bed.

* * * *

They were roused from sleep in the morning by loud tapping followed by Linda’s voice caroling, “Cherubs, are you awake in there?”

Colter rolled his eyes and vaulted out of bed, heading for the adjoining bathroom. Karen waited until the door closed behind him and then called, “Come on in.”

Linda bustled through the hall door carrying a huge tray. “Here’s your breakfast,” she announced, then her face fell as she glanced around the room.

“Where’s Colter?” she asked, setting the tray on a bedside stand.

Karen nodded to the bathroom.

“Oh, what a disappointment,” Linda mourned. “I was hoping to catch him in the altogether.”

Karen giggled.

“You may well laugh,” Linda sniffed, “since you’ve been enjoying the sight for some time now. There are those of us who aren’t quite so fortunate.”

“How come Doris didn’t bring the tray?” Karen asked.