Winds Of Fortune Part 9

Deo's eyes narrowed as she regarded her cousin over her beer.

"Looks like she did a good job on your hand."

The Squealing Pig was packed as it was every night, but they'd managed to snag a table in the corner near the wide front windows.

People brushed against the gla.s.s as they pa.s.sed by on Commercial Street and sounds of the melee outside added to the general din of people crowded around the bar and jostling at tables inside. Considering it was a holiday, Deo had told her crews to knock off early, and she and Joey had come into town for a burger.

"I'm not talking about her medical skills," Joey scoffed, waving to a local who came through the door. "I was thinking of asking her out."

"Come on," Deo said dismissively, hoping to hide her concern.

"She's got to have at least ten years on you."

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RADCLY fFE Joey grinned. "You know what they say about older women. I ought to have the stuff to keep up with her."

Deo wanted to smack him and he wasn't even out of line. It's not like they hadn't talked about girls before. She tried to keep it decent, not only because he was her cousin, but because she didn't want him to think that women meant nothing to her. Joey, for his part, was a lot more respectful than most of the guys. Still, hearing him talk about Nita as if she were a potential s.e.x partner made her crazy. She leaned across the table into his face. "She's a lesbian, you nitwit. Forget it."

"So? Maybe she likes tuna on Friday and steak on Sat.u.r.day."

Deo swatted him in the head. "a.s.shole."

"Still, you don't know right?" Joey persisted teasingly. "Unless maybe you've already been there?"

"No," Deo grated.

"How come? Did she turn you down?"

Deo clenched her jaws.

"Ho ho!" Joey crowed. "You mean there's fi nally one woman in town who can resist you?" He punched her arm. "You must be slipping, babe."

"Knock it off," Deo snapped.

Joey's face fell. "Hey. I didn't mean anything by it."

Deo let her breath out slowly and tried to rein in her temper. Jesus, what the h.e.l.l was the matter with her. Joey was a good kid, and he hadn't said or done anything he hadn't said or done a hundred times before. So Nita obviously thought she was callous and shallow and only interested in a quick lay. So what. Nita wasn't the fi rst person to think she was a f.u.c.k-off. Her own parents thought the same thing and worse, and she'd learned to live with that. Yeah, it still hurt, but she kept that to herself.

"Forget it." Deo sipped her beer and feigned interest in the activity outside.

Joey stretched his legs out beside the table and smiled with satisfaction. "So you don't mind if I fi nd out for myself if she's interested in some prime salam-"

"Joey," Deo growled.

Laughing, Joey tilted back in his chair. "She's got you bugged, doesn't she?"

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Winds of Fortune "I never said that," Deo said, but she knew she didn't have to. She was bugged. Nita was a beautiful, intelligent, s.e.xy woman who thought Deo wasn't worth the time of day. And for the fi rst time in longer than she could remember, Deo was unhappy with that perception. Sure, it was hard to disappoint anyone or be hurt by them when she asked for nothing and nothing was expected of her. It was also lonely.

"Well, good luck, Cuz," Joey said good-naturedly.

It would take more than luck, Deo knew, and she wasn't certain that she wanted to take the risk. Still, something about Nita almost made her want to try.

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CHAPTER EIGHT.

Hey," Deo said, working her way through the crowd up to Allie, who stood at the juncture of Standish and Commercial Streets, the busiest intersection in town. "What are you still doing at work? You had the day s.h.i.+ft."

"Pulling a double," Allie said, watching an SUV edge its way through the pedestrian-fi lled street that more resembled a wide sidewalk at nine-thirty at night. She diverted her attention long enough to give Deo an appreciative once over. "You're looking good."

Grinning, Deo returned the look. "I think I might like you in the silky stuff a little better than the leather, but it works."

"You'd be surprised how many girls want me because of the uniform."

"Oh, I'm sure it's not just the uniform," Deo said with a laugh.

"Was everything okay this morning? With you being late, I mean?"

Allie grimaced, remembering the chaos that just half a day later seemed a little bit unreal. Bri trembling in her arms was no fantasy, however. Signaling a line of cars to wait, she waved a group of s.h.i.+rtless men in skin-tight trunks that looked suspiciously like underwear across the intersection. "Right after I got in this morning, Chief Parker collapsed-heart attack. He's in the hospital up at Hyannis."

"Oh, man. That's terrible. Is he going to be okay?"

"n.o.body's saying very much." Allie sighed and gestured for the cars to move on. "Reese is there now. I'm going up after my s.h.i.+ft."

"Tonight? Jesus, you didn't sleep at all last night. You must be beat."

"And whose fault is that?" Allie teased. "I'm okay, plus we're shorthanded. I don't know when else I'll have time. I'm due on s.h.i.+ft again tomorrow at ten."

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RADCLY fFE is drive you up there and back tonight. That way you can sleep while I drive."

Surprised, Allie briefl y clasped Deo's hand. "That's sweet. Really.

But you don't need to. Last night was totally worth being wiped out today."

"Look, I'd like to. I'm just going to be hanging around at home anyhow."

"No company tonight?" Allie's tone made it clear she wasn't being critical.

"Let's just say I don't have the need." Deo dropped her voice.

"Last night took care of that for quite a while."

Allie gave Deo a heated look. "G.o.d, you're good."

"I think you mentioned that." When Allie laughed, some of Deo's earlier melancholy evaporated. With Allie, she knew that what she offered was enough, and even if they never slept together again, what they'd shared was still special. "I'll drive you up and wait for you. You take as long as you want. I'll feel better, and the roads will probably be safer if you're not driving half asleep."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Really."

"Pick me up at the station at eleven, then."

"I'll be there."

"And Deo," Allie said, causing Deo to halt as she started to turn away. "We're cool if it's just a ride ride, right?"

"Yeah, totally." Deo winked. "For tonight at least."

Then Deo slipped off into the crowd to the sound of Allie's laughter.

As she walked the mile and a half toward her condo at the far west end of Bradford, she refl ected on her night with Allie and smiled. Now and then she hooked up with a woman for a few weeks, but more often than not, one or two nights was the norm. She had a feeling with Allie there could be more. Allie seemed to be up for a friendly relations.h.i.+p that involved good s.e.x, and they for sure had the good s.e.x part down.

But for some reason, she was okay if the only thing she and Allie ever shared again was friends.h.i.+p. She liked s.e.x, sure, and the connection she felt for those few brief hours when she made love to a woman quieted some dark, angry place inside her. For a little while, she didn't feel alone. But Allie wasn't one of the strangers in town for a week who she could f.u.c.k and forget. Allie was a woman she liked, who she was going * 78 *

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"Jesus," Deo muttered, her hands in her pockets as she strode more quickly along the less congested streets in the West End. "Since when did you worry about whether you're going to sleep with a woman or not?"

And just that fast, she was back in the hallway outside Nita Burgoyne's offi ce feeling angry and baffl ed as to why Nita wouldn't even accept an invitation to dinner when the look in her eyes said she was interested. In fact, for a few seconds Nita's expression had said she was much more than interested. Just remembering the fi ery gaze made Deo fl ush with heat and s.h.i.+ver with the familiar churning in the pit of her stomach.

Nita had said no-not once, but twice-and that ought to be enough. If Deo needed a few hours with a woman to settle her inner unrest, Allie was most likely willing and if not her, someone else. So why did she want the one who didn't want her?

"Because," Deo whispered, "because I know she's lying."

Nita Burgoyne had said no, but her eyes had betrayed her. No matter what else was going on, Nita was interested. Deo didn't know why Nita refused to acknowledge that, but it was a challenge she couldn't let go of.

y When Deo and Allie walked into the crowded intensive care waiting room just after midnight, Bri's face lit up at the sight of Allie.

With Caroline in tow, she hurried to meet them. "What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing." Allie gave Bri a quick hug and smiled almost shyly at Caroline "Hi."

Caroline returned the smile, resting her hand in the center of Bri's back. "I'm glad you came."

"Hey, Deo," Bri said.

"Sorry about your dad." Deo noticed that Bri's eyes were red-rimmed but clear. "How's he doing?"

"The nurses say everything looks good tonight," Bri replied.

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RADCLY fFE When several offi cers who Deo recognized as members of the Sheriff's Department approached, Deo stepped back while Allie talked to them. Scanning the faces of the others gathered around, she saw Reese and Tory, Reese's mother and her partner, and a couple of other law enforcement offi cers. With a jolt, her eyes met Nita's. When she nodded, Nita tipped her head briefl y in acknowledgment before looking away. Clearly having been dismissed, Deo leaned against the wall and watched Nita. As she had at the party, Nita appeared apart from the others. Not awkwardly or uncomfortably alone, Deo realized, but alone by choice. The circ.u.mstance was so different than Deo's own isolation that she couldn't help but be fi lled with questions. Questions and curiosity and an involuntary surge of sympathy. Alone was alone, and even if by choice, sometimes it spelled loneliness.

Driven by an appreciation for their shared discomfort, Deo sidled through the people who stood talking quietly in pairs or small groups until she reached Nita.

"Long day," Deo said.

"I was just leaving." Nita picked up a leather bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Stay for a minute."

Nita blinked. "Why?"

"I like your company."

"How much have you had to drink?" Nita asked sharply.

"Two beers, six hours ago."

"Then you have me confused with someone else." Nita stepped sideways and Deo lightly grasped her arm. "What?"

"I don't want to have to chase you down the hall again. It's bad for my ego."

"I don't imagine anything puts a dent in your ego."

Nita's voice held an edge, but the barest glimmer of a smile showed for an instant and then disappeared. It was the fi rst crack in her facade that Deo had seen, and encouraged, she leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Having you turn me down two days in a row hasn't been so good for it."

"It's in very poor taste to make overtures to a woman with your girlfriend standing a few feet away."

"My girlfriend?" Deo said, honestly confused. She followed Nita's * 80 *

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"She's a friend."

Nita sighed. "There's no need to explain, although considering you disappeared with her last night after the party, I'd say your defi nition of friend and mine are slightly different."

"The way I see it, we're just talking."

"Really? You weren't going to renew your invitation for dinner?