Bri’s eyes stung and she blinked back tears. It wasn’t that she was ashamed to cry in front of Reese. Hell, Reese had seen her when she was messed up and pissed off at everybody. Crying wasn’t so bad, although she’d rather only Carre knew that she did it sometimes. Just now, though, she wanted to be as together as Reese was when things got

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tough. She wanted to be the one everyone believed in. She raised her head and grinned a little crookedly. “I forgot my training.”

“Understandable,” Reese said gruffl y. She loosened her hold and let Bri ease away. “That’s the reason there’s a chain of command, Bri.

It takes practice. Your time will come.”

“I want to be ready.”

Reese skimmed her knuckles along the edge of Bri’s jaw. “You will be.”

❖

From across the room, Tory recognized Bri’s look of hero worship and was both warmed and worried by it. She knew that Bri could have no better role model than Reese, but she was just coming to understand what a burden that must be for Reese. Not just with Bri, but with the other offi cers in the department and the young marines she had commanded. What was it like living up to that kind of faith while you were trying to keep death away?

Thinking of the tremendous responsibility of making life and death decisions while faced with the imminent possibility of annihilation, she was reminded of KT and the swaggering self-confi dence she always displayed in the trauma unit. When they’d been together, she had allowed herself to forget that KT was not invulnerable or invincible, but rather a woman who suffered every death that she could not prevent and agonized over every decision that might have been made differently.

Tory knew some of that soul-shattering responsibility herself when she made decisions, as she had earlier that day regarding Nelson’s treatment. Usually, though, she had a moment or two to collect her thoughts and weigh pros and cons, unlike a soldier in battle or a surgeon faced with exsanguinating hemorrhage. KT had relieved the inexorable stress by reaffi rming her prowess in the arms of other women. Reese would never devastate her that way, but Tory did not intend to let her destroy herself, either.

“Sweetheart,” Tory said quietly to Reese. “I’m going to stay here for a few more hours. Do you need to get back?”

Reese waited until Bri rejoined Caroline. “I should check in at the station. I need to rearrange the shifts and get some idea of what Nelson

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had pending.” She looked over at Bri. “One of us should be here in case there’s a problem, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want her to be alone if anything should happen,” Tory agreed.

“Then I’ll come back up tonight in the Jeep and you can take it home. I’ll get an offi cer to take me back in the morning.”

“I may stay the night. Call me later and I’ll let you know if you should come back out tonight.”

Reese frowned and stroked Tory’s arm. “You sure you’ll be okay?

You look beat.”

Tory covered Reese’s hand with hers. “I’m all right. Tell Reggie I said hi when you see her.”

“I will. I’ll be back soon.” Reese kissed her quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you. Be careful.”

As soon as Reese disappeared, Tory immediately felt uneasy. It wasn’t just that she missed her, which she did, but whenever Reese was out of sight, she was plagued by a pervasive expectation of danger. At moments like this she was forced to admit that Reese’s tour of duty in Iraq had made casualties of them both.

❖

“So what do you think of the Doc?”

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 glass as they passed 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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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 sex 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 Saturday.”

Deo swatted him in the head. “Asshole.”

“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 hell 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 fuck-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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“I never said that,” Deo said, but she knew she didn’t have to. She was bugged. Nita was a beautiful, intelligent, sexy 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 shift.”

“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 shirtless 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?”

“Nobody’s saying very much.” Allie sighed and gestured for the cars to move on. “Reese is there now. I’m going up after my shift.”

“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 shift again tomorrow at ten.”

“Well, since I’m the one who kept you awake, the least I can do

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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. “God, 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.”