Warrior's Heart: Iron Portal Series (Paranormal Romance) (11 page)

Z
ara woke
the next morning with a start, but when she found Vince sound asleep beside her, she relaxed.

At nightfall, he’d borrowed one of Rand’s motorcycles, said he was going out for a spin and that he would be gone for a while. She’d been worried sick about him, thinking maybe he’d been captured, but he came in around four in the morning and slipped into bed.

Without a word, he’d reached for her, making love to her slowly and tenderly, then fell asleep on his stomach with his arm draped across her belly.

She had no idea where he’d been, but it must have been exhausting.

Carefully extracting herself from under his arm, she grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand, and tiptoed into the bathroom. She shut the bathroom door quietly behind her and called home.

Olivia answered and assured her that everything was going well—except for the fact that Asher had ruined one of Zara’s cupcake pans when he tried to fry an egg in it.

“An egg?”

“Yeah, don’t ask.”

When Darius came on the line, her arms ached with the need to hug him.

“When are you coming home, Mom?”

“Soon, honey. I really miss you. Hey, I hear school’s going well. Are you having fun with Uncle Asher and Auntie Olivia?”

“Yeah, but Mom, did you forget about Conry?”

The dog clearly was a hit with Darius. “Has it been fun having him there, too?”

“He’s been sleeping on my bed. I think he really likes me. Did you know that dogs love bacon?” He went on to tell her about a science project involving potions and an art project about bees. He was talking so fast she could barely keep up with him.

“Wow, that’s so exciting. I can’t wait for you to show me all of this in person. Hey, who’s my favorite-ist person under the moon and stars?”

“You always ask me that,” he said with an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah, then what’s the answer?”

“I am.”

She laughed. “Miss you, Squirt.”

“I miss too, Mom. A billion times infinity.”

After the call ended, she wiped the tears from her eyes and finished getting ready. Talking to her son only made her miss him more.

She gave her jeans on the counter a disdainful look. She’d been wearing them every day since they’d arrived and really wasn’t thrilled to be putting them on again. If the roads didn’t open up between here and home soon, she was going to have to do some shopping. But the more she thought about it, Vince could probably use a few things now.

Pulling her hair into a messy topknot, she decided to broach the subject with him about driving into town today. Even if they didn’t shop for clothes, they did need a patch kit for the drywall. Emotions had been running high here at Reckless. Getting away for a few hours together might be good for both of them.

T
he vintage clothing
shop was located on Cole Street halfway between Griffin and Initial Avenue. Despite the weather, an elderly couple sat at a bistro table in front of the bakery next door, sipping coffee from paper cups and sharing an enormous cupcake. Zara smiled when the old man took a napkin and dabbed a crumb from the woman’s chin. A snowplow rumbled past them on its way to the highway leading to the mountain pass. The roads were bare and slick in town, but at a slightly higher altitude, they’d be covered in snow.

Zara thought Vince was right behind her when she entered Second Time Around, but when she stopped at a rack of men’s shirts, she realized he hadn’t walked in yet.

He was glancing around the small shop, a wary expression on his face as if he were assessing how safe it was inside. When he caught her looking at him, he gave a thin-lipped smile and stepped through the door.

Part of her wanted go to him and ask if he was okay, but she decided not to address it so blatantly. These were all new sights and sounds for him. A much different environment than what he had been used to. He was bound to feel out of place and nervous about things at first. No need to draw attention to that fact. It was a victory in itself that he agreed to come into town with her at all.

“It’ll be fun to get out,” she’d said to him back at Reckless when she brought him a cup of coffee in bed. “No word on when they’ll stop doing road checks, so we might as well make the best of it. Besides, we both could use a change of clothes. I’m getting tired of wearing my brother’s old sweats and T-shirts.”

The sheets were draped over his lower torso as he sipped his coffee. “You don’t think anyone will recognize me, do you?”

She looked at his buzz cut and his clean-shaven face. “Even if they show a picture of you on a Jumbo Tron, you look much different now. The new you could be one of the guys looking for the old you.”

It was true. Ever since he cut his hair and shaved off his beard, he looked like a young army recruit. Except for his eyes. With a few wrinkles at the corners, they held the stark memories of ten long years spent behind bars.

The store had a mix of new and used clothes as well as a few toys and knickknacks. Not as extensive as the one in New Seattle where she’d bought the dress and shoes for the museum gala, but it wasn’t bad.

In less than twenty minutes, she found three flannel shirts, two pairs of jeans and a leather coat for Vince, as well as several T-shirts, a pair of Rock n Republics and an oversized fisherman’s knit sweater for her.

“All set?” she asked. Vince had his back to her and she couldn’t figure out what he was looking at.

“I think you need to get these.” He turned and held up the largest pair of granny panties that Zara had ever seen.

Laughter burst from her throat. “Oh my God, no way.”

He held them off to the side, pinkie fingers up. “Are you sure? They’re kind of pretty with all these daisies. Our flower, you know.”

She snatched them from him and tossed them back on the pile.

“As if.” She snorted. “They’d come clear up to my chin.” She spotted a doll on a nearby shelf. It was an iconic toy, but its name escaped her. “Who is this again?”

Vince gave her a pained expression. “Um, Ken?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Not having grown up here, she couldn’t remember. The girlfriend was Barbie. At least she knew that.

“Ken,” she said, looking at the doll, “don’t you think that underwear is disgusting? Yes, Zara,” she said in a deep voice, “they are.”

Without skipping a beat, Vince grabbed the Barbie from the shelf. “Personally,” he said in falsetto, “I don’t wear underwear.”

She burst out laughing, then immediately clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized how loud she was. “You don’t?” she asked in her Ken voice.

“No. I find them way too binding.” Then Vince put the Barbie into her plastic convertible and rolled it toward Ken. “Hey big fella, I’ll be back to pick you up later.”

Zara didn’t think she could laugh any harder until Vince grabbed Ken from her, pressed the two dolls together and stuck them both into the back seat of Barbie’s car. She seriously almost peed her pants. An older woman looking through a tray of costume jewelry gave them the side-eye. The salesgirl behind the counter was trying not to smile.

“You are so naughty.” She pushed him away from the dolls.

He grinned and let her back him up a few steps. “My sister used to make me play Barbies with her.”

“Barbie and Ken getting married? Barbie and Ken going shopping?”

“Hardly. There’d be a break-in at Barbie’s mansion. Naturally, Ken would go investigate. Then after he secured the premises and beat the crap out of the intruder, I’d shove Ken and Barbie into the same bed together, which would make my sister scream.”

She punched him playfully in the chest. “How old were you?”

“Ten, maybe?” he said, grabbing her wrists and stopping the assault.

“So you’ve always been a control freak.”

Without letting go, he moved her hands to the small of his back, pulling her to the hard plane of his chest, and stepped backward. She had no choice but to stutter-step with him. Her hip and upper thigh brushed against his groin—a sensation that was hard to ignore. Another step. Now his thigh was between hers, pressing against the crotch of her jeans.

“Barbie could’ve come to investigate with Ken if she’d wanted to,” he said, his warm breath ruffling her hair. “I wasn’t stopping my sister.”

“Maybe…maybe she could tell you’d have had a fit if she did.”

“Or maybe she secretly liked it.” A smile played at the corner of his mouth as he stopped moving backwards.

Such a smart ass. A crazy sexy smart ass that she wanted to kiss. Right here in the back of Second Time Around, between the men’s shirts and the vintage purses.

“Why did she protest then?” she asked, her voice husky.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Why did she keep asking me to play? It’s not like I hadn’t done it every other time before.”

Whiskey-colored eyes looked down at her, one brow slightly higher than the other as if he were challenging her to continue. He released her hands, but she kept them right where they were—pressed to the small of his back. Well, not exactly. She slipped them slightly lower to his tight, muscular ass.

With one finger, he lifted her chin. Something dark and delicious danced behind his eyes. “Don’t have an answer?”

She stared at his lips and licked hers. “I’m not exactly thinking of children’s games right now.”

“That’s good, Zara.” His tone was low, confident and so overtly sexy that it made her panties wet. He turned her so that it was her back against the wall, not his. “Because neither am I.”

Oh boy. They definitely weren’t talking games anymore.

He braced a hand on the wall next to her and leaned in close, his other hand at his side, not touching her, all relaxed and casual-like. He gazed down at her, scanning her face as if he were seeing her for the first time.

Her lips heated, tingled, felt swollen in response to his scrutiny. She hoped she met his approval. He’d been so hard to decipher these past few days.

With his free hand, he threaded his fingers through her hair. His eyes were dark, intense. Dipping his head, he kissed her lightly on the mouth, then trailed his lips down her neck. Her whole body quivered in response, and her nipples tingled. But just as she was about to wrap her arms around his neck, he pulled away, leaving her wanting so much more.

Oh…that’s right. A store. With people.

When they exited Second Time Around with their purchases, the smell of warm baked goods caused her to stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Are you hungry?” She looked longingly at the bakery with its forest green awning and neon cupcake sign in the window.

Nodding, he flashed a crooked grin her way. “I’m sure their stuff isn’t half as good as yours, but yeah, I could eat something.”

A few minutes later, they were sitting at a table by the window with two espressos and a cupcake to share, just like that older couple when they first walked by. The thought made her smile.

“So tell me about your work,” Vince said, pulling the paper from the cupcake.

“At the library or with the sisters?”

“Both. And I want to know why you aren’t working at a bakery. I thought that was your dream—to open up a bakery one day.”

She thought about the kitchen back home. Her father, the big strong warrior, had taught her how to make bread. He’d take her shopping in the open-air market for supplies, then they’d come home and bake together. Her mother would sit at the kitchen table doing her needlepoint while her brother would be playing outside with his friends. It was a nice memory. Too bad it hadn’t lasted. After her father was gone, she continued baking as a way to honor his memory. It soon became a part of who she was.

She glanced over the counter to the back of the bakery and looked wistfully at the industrial ovens and equipment. She wondered what it would be like to use some of that. She’d often thought about getting a job at a bakery over here, but the early morning hours and childcare didn’t mix. She tried it once but it had ended in disaster when she had to bring a toddler with her at three in the morning. The library job was better in the long run anyway, given her work with the sisters. Baking at a bakery was something she did back in Cascadia.

“I just couldn’t figure out how to do it over here.”

“Everything changed that day,” he mused, twisting his paper cup.

Nodding, she licked some frosting from her thumb and noticed his eyes darken. He reached out, brushed a crumb from her chin.

“Did you have any help when you…ah…got here?” he asked cautiously. You couldn’t be too careful when talking about the two worlds. Some people over here refused to admit that there even
were
two worlds, a fact she found hard to believe.

She brightened. “Mariah was great. We stayed with her until I got on my feet. Found a job I liked that would support Darius and me, an apartment.”

“Was there nothing for you…over there?”

She looked up at him, unsure why he was asking. “At the time, no. Not really. Things with my stepfather got so bad that I left home. My mother has never met Darius.”

It was a rainy fall afternoon when she told her mother and stepfather that she was pregnant. She recalled how her stepfather had slapped her when she refused to tell him who the father was.

“Jesus, Zara. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. I’m…” A shadow passed in front of his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. I wish I had been there for you.” His voice was so strained, he could barely finish.

She reached across the table, grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Things worked out for me, though. Darius is happy, and I’m doing some good in the world by helping the sisters.” She lowered her voice. “And I’m breaking gorgeous bad boys out of prison.”

His mouth quirked, but he remained silent. She took that as an opportunity to ask him a little more about his time in the Institute. “Did you have friends there?”

He played with a few stray cupcake crumbs on the table then nodded. “Guys just like me with their own stories to tell.”

She didn’t want to think about all the other destroyed lives. “What were your days like? Did you work on the chain gang everyday?”