Part 19 (2/2)
”Whatever you say,” Nita said, laughing too.
”I don't want to see you back here until Sunday afternoon,” Tory said on her way out of the room.
When Nita contemplated the next thirty-six hours, she wondered how she would fi ll them. Of one thing she was certain. Letting loose was the last thing she wanted to do.
y Tory arrived home an hour later, and the house was dark. Her heart sank as she climbed the stairs to the rear deck. Reese must be working an extra s.h.i.+ft again. She wondered how long Reese could keep up the relentless pace without folding. Even her formidable will and strength couldn't hold up forever.
”You need to stop worrying so much,” Reese's voice came to her through the dark.
”You can't see my face, and I know I'm not talking to myself,”
Tory said, now able to make out the image of her lover reclining in a lounge chair. Already, her heart felt lighter. ”So how do you know what I was thinking?”
”You were sighing.” Reese reached out to her.
Tory laughed and clasped Reese's hand. ”Up. If I lie down there with you, I'm going to fall asleep or want to make love. Unfortunately, I'm tired enough for the fi rst and too tired for the second.”
”I'm not sure I followed all of that,” Reese said, unfolding her length from the chair and rising. She slipped her arm around Tory's waist. ”But I got that you're tired. Want a gla.s.s of wine and a soak in the tub?”
”Oh G.o.d, that sounds good,” Tory murmured, resting her cheek against Reese's shoulder. ”Yes to the wine, but can I have it in bed?”
”Leg still bothering you?”
”A little.”
”Then why don't you go upstairs and I'll be up in a few minutes with your wine.”
* 148 *
Winds of Fortune Tory kissed her, lingering on her mouth and lightly teasing just inside with her tongue. ”Thank you.”
A few minutes later, Tory stretched out in bed and murmured appreciatively as Reese handed her a gla.s.s of red wine. Sipping slowly she watched with pleasure as Reese stripped and joined her beneath the sheets. ”How's Reggie?”
”Talking up a storm.” Reese took the gla.s.s when Tory offered and tasted the wine. ”Words are right around the corner. It's amazing.” She watched the red wine swirl in the gla.s.s. ”She changes so quickly. I would have missed so much if I'd been gone longer.”
Tory turned on her side and smoothed her fi ngers through Reese's hair. ”Your mother told me your father was gone most of the time when you were this age. It must have been very hard for him.”
”Maybe. I'm sure part of him was happy doing what he was trained to do. Not being deployed to Iraq this time is driving him crazy.”
”I guess I don't quite understand anyone wanting a war,” Tory said quietly.
”Wanting to test yourself, to do what you're trained to do, isn't quite the same thing as wanting a war,” Reese said, ”although I know it probably sounds that way.”
”It's a distinction that's very hard to grasp.” Tory stroked Reese's arm. ”But you didn't want war, and you're as much a marine as he is.”
”Thanks.” Reese leaned close and kissed Tory briefl y. ”I'm a peacekeeper, and that's different than wanting to engage the enemy. I never needed a war to do what I thought was important.”
”You're a peacekeeper here,” Tory pointed out. ”Not only do you keep your community safe, you help train the young to be strong and self-confi dent and self-reliant. You're a role model for young women and men just like Bri. This community needs you.”
Reese cupped Tory's cheek and kissed her. ”One thing's for certain. I don't want Nelson's job. A few weeks of dealing with the paperwork and bureaucracy is enough to convince me of that. I need to be on the streets.”
”Until Nelson is back on his feet, you can't do both jobs.” Tory held up an index fi nger in warning. ”I mean it. There's nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise. As long as you're acting chief, you need to cut back on the street patrols. Please. Before you get hurt.”
Reese grimaced, but nodded. ”All right. We're starting to get things * 149 *
RADCLY fFE running smoothly again, especially now that Bri is back on duty.”
”How is she doing?”
”She's a little distracted, a little tired, but Allie's watching out for her. She's okay.”
”Good.” Tory took the gla.s.s, fi nished the wine, and set the gla.s.s aside. ”Nelson will be home in a few days and that will make it easier for her.”
Reese rested back against the pillows and drew Tory into her arms. She kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair. ”Speaking of fathers, mine called today.”
Tory struggled not to pull away. She smoothed her fi ngertip along Reese's collarbone, noting that the swelling at the site of the fracture was better. ”Oh?”
”There's a post open in his department at Strategic Planning in DC. He thought I should take it when my medical leave is over.”
”DC.” Tory willed herself to think-think, not react. ”Not Iraq.”
”No, not Iraq. Tory-”
”DC isn't so far. You'd get home sometimes, right? Or we could come-”
”Baby, I'm not going.”
”I know it's a desk job and you hate that, but-”
”I told him I hadn't changed my mind,” Reese said before kissing Tory into silence. She drew Tory on top of her and spread her fi ngers through Tory's thick auburn hair. ”I told him I wanted him to fi nalize the paperwork for my discharge.”
”Be careful of your collarbone. I'm too heavy to be on top of you just yet.”
Reese laughed and kissed the tip of Tory's chin. ”You're not heavy, but you are very s.e.xy. How tired are you?”
Tory tilted her hips into Reese's crotch. ”I'm waking up.”
”So am I.”
”Did he argue?”
”He said we'd talk again.” Seeing the look of concern fl ash across Tory's face, Reese said quickly, ”It's okay. He'll do whatever I want.
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