Part 2 (2/2)

Since there wasn't much traffic down there, they'd decided to purchase the bike for local errands, especially since they usually arrived by water. It had taken a few weeks' practice, but Kerry was really enjoying the bike. There was a sense of wildness attached to it that she found appealing, and she always felt a little rebellious when she took the motorcycle out.

Kerry pa.s.sed through the quiet, empty stretch of scrub and trees, completely alone on the road. The peacefulness appealed to her, reminding her just a little of some of the areas near where she'd been born, where one could drive for an hour or so and not see any habitation around them.

She idly imagined driving the cycle down her street and pulling into her parents' driveway, then had to stop when she almost lost control of the darn thing while laughing. ”And they thought a Mustang was bad.”

After another few minutes, she was entering civilization again, a cl.u.s.ter of buildings and crossroads that were fairly new in appearance. She pulled into a left-turn lane, then swept through the green light into the parking lot of the twenty-four-hour Wal-Mart.

There were several cars there already, but Kerry pulled up to the very front and smoothly stopped, nudging the kickstand down 18*

and securing the bike as she dismounted. She pulled off her helmet and ran her fingers through her hair, then strapped the helmet to the back seat. A brief glance at her reflection in the front store windows made her grin. ”Kerrison Stuart, biker chick.” She shook her head. ”No one in my family would believe this.”

An advertis.e.m.e.nt posted on the window caught her eye. The blonde brow reflected over it quirked. Squaring her shoulders, she confronted the door and pushed her way through it.

DAR WALKED AROUND the boat, making a last minute inspection before they cast off. She was wearing her swimsuit, with a pair of cotton surfer shorts and a bright blue T-s.h.i.+rt over it. She tucked her hair up under a baseball cap and poked her head inside the diesel chamber, checking the engines with a knowledgeable eye.

Satisfied, she pulled herself slowly up the ladder to the bridge, favoring the shoulder she'd hurt not long before.

It annoyed her that the shoulder still bothered her, but not enough for her to break down and go back to the therapist. She was slowly getting back her normal range of motion, and she figured maybe the long week of swimming and relaxing might do the trick so she could finally put the injury behind her.

Dar checked the global positioning system and the radio, then spent a moment with her eyes closed going over the safety equipment she had on board. She wasn't paranoid, but this was the first time she was taking the boat across wide-open water and if anyone knew how much respect the sea was due, this sailor's kid surely did.

Satisfied with her preparations, Dar nodded. Okay. She climbed back down the ladder and dusted off her hands, then spotted motion near the cabin and walked to the side of the boat, peering around the pylon. A tall, husky man in a police uniform was walking toward her, and for a chilling moment she thought about Kerry heading out on the bike. Watching his face intently as the man came closer, she leapt ash.o.r.e.

”Help you with something?” she asked as he came to a halt.

He had sandy hair and a moderately good-looking face. ”Well, maybe.” He glanced at a small notepad. ”Would you be a Ms.

Roberts?”

”Yes.” Dar heard her own voice come out clipped and no- nonsense.

It didn't seem to faze him. He nodded and tucked the notepad away. ”Old Bill Vickerson told me I might find you here. Had a little dust-up by his place last night, didn'cha?”

Dar relaxed, confident at least that whatever this was, it didn't involve Kerry. ”Something like that.” She didn't see much point in*19 denying it and wondered briefly if her temper had gotten her into something very inconveniently sticky this time. ”What's this all about, Officer...Brewer?”

The police officer studied her. ”Fella you whumped up on was my little brother.”

Oh boy. Dar put years of boardroom practice into effect, and merely raised an eyebrow. ”And?”

For a minute, Officer Brewer chewed the toothpick he had in his mouth, then he chuckled. ”You're a cool one, aren't you?” he commented. ”City lady like you, here by yourself in the boonies, faced with a cop with a family reason to slap cuffs on ya.”

Dar snorted, chuckling dryly.

Now his eyebrows lifted. ”No dice, huh?” He waited a moment, then chuckled as well. ”Cool customer, that's for sure.”

Unexpectedly, he held out a hand. ”Ms. Roberts, you done me a good deed, and I wanted to say thanks.”

Knocked a little off balance, Dar nevertheless took the hand and returned the strong grip with one of her own. ”I'm not really sure I understand,” she admitted, ”but it beats handcuffs.”

The police officer gave her a wry grin. ”My brother's a jacka.s.s,” he said straightforwardly. ”D'you know what kind of a pain in my b.u.t.t it is to have to arrest family? I done it six times now. Kid never learns.”

”Ah.” Dar nodded slightly.

”Bunch of his deadbeat friends went looking for trouble up near Big Pine last night, racing and shooting at each other. They ran their a.s.ses off the road and wrapped themselves 'round a tree,”

the policeman said. ”We took four body bags full of burnt parts to the morgue.”

Dar winced.

”Woulda been five,” Officer Brewer said. ”But because my jacka.s.s brother was nursing a sore jaw and a lump on his nuts, his sorry a.s.s lived to get me in yet more trouble.” The man sighed. ”So, thanks, Ms. City Slicker Computer Big Shot. I owe you one.”

It took a moment to sort out the various sentiments, but Dar eventually decided things had turned out well. ”Don't mention it.”

A rumble caught their attention, and the policeman turned as a motorcycle and rider came right up the side path and practically onto the dock before it rolled to a halt and the rider jumped off.

The cycle came to rest on its kickstand as Kerry pulled off her helmet and strode towards them, her boots sounding loud on the wooden planks.

”Well now,” Officer Brewer studied the oncoming woman, ”what do we got here? You travel with one of them radical, liberal, revolutionary types?”

”What?” Kerry stopped, took off her sungla.s.ses, and regarded 20*

him. ”I'm a Republican, thank you very much.” She snorted and turned her attention to Dar. ”What's going on?”

Dar gazed fondly at her. ”Officer Brewer just stopped by to welcome us to the neighborhood.”

”Oh.” Kerry relaxed and gave the officer one of her more charming smiles. ”That's really nice of you. Thanks.”

Brewster chuckled. ”Well, I won't keep you ladies. Have yourself a nice trip, y'hear?” He turned and walked off the dock, circled the motorcycle, and paused to admire it. Then he kept going down the path and out of sight.

Kerry watched him go, then turned. ”Welcome Wagon at seven a.m.?”

Dar put an arm around her shoulders. ”Let's get loaded up and get out of here before the town mothers show up with cookies.”

She walked Kerry over to the bike. ”I'll tell you the rest when we get out of the dock.”

”Uh oh.” Kerry lifted her packages off the vehicle and hefted them. ”I'll get this on board if you want to stash the bike, then we're outta here.”

Dar poked her finger at a bag. ”Are those what I think they are?”

”Guess you'll have to wait and find out.” Kerry shooed her.

”C'mon. I hear stingrays calling my name.” She made her way down the dock to the boat, hopped on board, and disappeared.

Dar reviewed the start of her day and decided it augured well for a far more peaceful end to it. Good thing, she chuckled to herself, as she pushed the motorcycle into the small garage and securely locked it. Her plans for the evening definitely would not tolerate any interruption.

She checked the doors to the cabin one last time, then set the alarm and walked back to the boat. She released the front line, then the rear one, and tossed them onboard, jumping on as the boat started to drift slightly in the outgoing tide.

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