Part 33 (1/2)
”Absolutely not.”
”And I should believe you because... ?”
”Because I value your friends.h.i.+p. And because I have no reason to lie to you.”
”Ah,” he said. ”But when you do have reason to lie, that's when I should look out, huh? Like when you want to set me up so you can send out a press release announcing that Brooke and I have been exchanging email? Or maybe you don't think writing and sending email in someone else's name is lying.”
Joan's back stiffened. ”You knew?”
”Yeah,” he told her. ”How about that? I'm not as dumb as I look.”
”I never thought you were dumb.” Joan slipped off the stool and moved across the room, right past him, literally inches from his white shoes, over to the sliders and out onto the balcony. Clearly, she wanted a little privacy. ”I just... Brooke didn't want to write to you. She's ... I can't tell you the details about what's going on here. I wish I could. I can only tell you that she's been distracted lately. I'm sorry, I know that's not enough, but... She asked me to send you a reply, to use her email address and sign her name, so I did. I should have sent a stock message, 'Looking forward to seeing you, blah, blah, blah.' I didn't, and you wrote back and I... It was a mistake and I'm sorry, but I swear to you that I wasn't trying to set you up for this current media circus. I know that's what you're thinking, but it's just not what happened.”
As she spoke, he got to his feet and moved to the balcony door. She was standing out there, all by herself.
”Okay,” he said into his telephone as he stepped outside, too. ”I'm listening. What did happen?”
Joan did a double take as he leaned against the railing right next to her. ”Who let you ...” She realized she was still talking into her telephone, and she snapped it shut. ”Who let you into Brooke's room?” she asked him directly.
Muldoon closed his phone, too, and put it into his pocket as he gazed at her. ”I let myself in. I got tired of waiting. Good thing I did. Obviously you weren't in any rush to come talk to me.”
”It wasn't supposed to happen this way,” she said, looking him squarely in the eye. ”None of this. My boss called me yesterday and said, 'Tell me about this Lt. Michael Muldoon who's listed on our sheet as Brooke's escort to tomorrow night's party in Coronado.'
”So I told her that you were a really great guy who'd volunteered to walk into the room with Brooke on your arm and to stand there, next to her, looking gorgeous and heroic while everyone stared.
”And she goes, 'Did you know she's been exchanging email with him?'
”And I said, 'Oops, boss, that wasn't Brooke, that was me.'
”And she said, 'Don't tell me thata”I don't want to know. As far as I'm concerned, Brooke and the lieutenant have been corresponding and they're an item. It will be to everyone's advantagea”particularly the President'sa”if we leak the story that she's dating a hero.'
”And I said, 'Don't use his name. Call him an officer in the Navy SEALs, if you must. And whatever you do, don't mention that he spent any time in Afghanistana”we don't know for a fact that he was there.'
”The story went out,” Joan continued, ”and all the major news organizations wanted a piece of it. We didn't give them any more information, but someone apparently leaked a copy of Brooke's schedule and your name was on it. Like I said, I honestly had no ideaa”
”Oh, come on,” Muldoon said. She made a convincing argument, particularly when she looked up at him with those big brown eyes, but he wasn't that naive. ”You work with the media. You expect me to believe you didn't know they'd jump on this story? That they wouldn't be satisfied until they IDed that 'unnamed SEAL officer'?”
Joan looked out at the water. ”Yeah, that was stupid of me, wasn't it?”
”A little too stupid,” he agreed.
She turned to face him. ”Whether you believe me or not doesn't matter right now. What matters is whether you'll help us outa”help the Presidenta”and put in an appearance with Brooke at this party tonight.”
”I'm here,” Muldoon said. ”Aren't I?”
She nodded. ”Yes, you are. And you look fabulous.” She forced a smile. ”Are you sure you're not going to fall over from the weight of all those medals?”
Muldoon didn't crack a smile. He didn't even blink as he gazed back at her. ”I'd like to get this over with, if possible. I'm meeting some of the guys for a beer and a game of pool as soon as I'm done here.”
”Okay. You're still p.i.s.sed. I get it. But are you sure that's smart?” she asked. ”Shouldn't you keep a low profile, at least for a while? You know, I've made arrangements for you to have a room here at the hotel for as long as you need it. You're on the same floor as Brooke, and you'll have Secret Service protection as well, any time you're off the naval base. I mean, if you want it.”
”Why would I want it?” he asked.
”Because of that picture of you running down the side of a mountain witha”G.o.da”a broken kneecap,” Joan said. ”Because your name is all over the news. Because it's now common knowledge that you're a SEAL and that you spent time in Afghanistan.”
He realized exactly what she was thinking. He might have been pleased at her concern for hima”if she hadn't used him so completely.
”You think now I'm going to be a terrorist target or something?” He made a rude noise. ”Just let them try. Come and get me, Osama.”
”Buta””
”I don't need it,” he told her. ”I don't need the hotel room, I don't need the Secret Service getting in my way, thanks but no thanks.”
”But you said... When I wanted to set up a photo op with Kelly and Meg and some of the other wives...”
”That's a different deal entirely,” Muldoon said. ”We don't take any chances with our families. But as for usa”believe me, we can take care of ourselves. Now, do you mind if we get this show on the road? I've got things to do.”
Charlotte stayed in the car again as Vince checked in on Donny before they went out to a movie.
Tonight was some big important event over at the Del, something that Joanie had been worried about. She hadn't said as much, but Charlie knew her granddaughter quite well.
And then that news story brokea”the one about Brooke Bryant dating that young man of Joan's.
After seeing Lieutenant Muldoon with Joan the other day, and knowing that it was Joan's job to help keep Brooke's mischiefa”if you could call it thata”from the public eye, Charlie thought the whole thing smelled like a decoy story. It smelled like something made up to draw the reporters away from the real story, whicha”whatever it wasa”probably put the President's daughter in a far less positive light.
And if that was the case, poor Lieutenant Muldoon. He was probably going in circles right about now, trying to figure out which way was up.
Joan, poor dear, was probably still in intense denial. No doubt she wasn't being very much help.
Charlotte could relate. She'd spent quite a long tune in denial herself.
Yes, she had been kidding herself completely that night that she'd put on her nightgowna”not her best one, but rather the cotton one that James had always loved most. It looked innocent and sweet in its simplicity. But if the light was s.h.i.+ning from behind her, the outline of her body was clearly visible.
Her heart had pounded as she brushed out her hah”, letting it fall loose and gleaming around her shoulders. Her hands and feet tingled with a mixture of fear and antic.i.p.ation as she dabbed the tiniest amount of perfume behind her ears and between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
She wanted to be touched so very badly. But that wasn't why she was doing this, she'd told herself. Ah, denial! She'd convinced herself that this wasn't for her.
This was for Vince. To save Vince. To keep him from going back to that fighting and death.
Upstairs, Sally still hadn't returned to her habit of sharing her bed with the entire First Infantry or 101st Airborne or whoever was pa.s.sing through D.C. at the moment. Still, Charlie had waited until after midnight. It was going to be hard enough to do this without having the bedspring serenade squeaking in the background. But when she heard Sally turn off her radio and goa”alonea”into her bedroom, there was no longer a reason to delay.
With a last silent and heartfelt apology to James, Charlie took a deep breath and went into the hall, turning on the light switch with a click.
Vince's door was closed.
She knocked on it softly even as she opened it. ”Vince, are you still awake?”
He sat up in bed. ”Is something ...” He saw her standing there. ”Uh, is, um, something wrong?”
Charlotte felt herself blush, knowing that from where he sat, with the hall light streaming in from behind her, it was almost as if she were standing there naked.