Military Heroes Bundle: A Soldier's Homecoming / A Soldier's Redemption / Danger in the Desert / Strangers When We Meet / Grayson's Surrender / Taking Cover. Merline Lovelace
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back.”
Maybe he remained overly cautious from his DEA days, but Gage was protective of his deputies, their addresses and their whereabouts. Velma’s description had spoken volumes. She hadn’t given the visitor a name, which meant he wasn’t local. Gage went instantly on guard.
A half minute later, a tall dark man appeared in Gage’s doorway. Gage experienced an instant of recognition so fleeting it was gone before he could nail it down.
“Come in,” he said to the stranger, rising to offer his hand.
The man took it and shook firmly, giving Gage a chance to study him. His first guess was Native American, but the thick beard threw him off. Coppery skin tone, but that could be from the sun. Chambray shirt and jeans.
“Gage Dalton,” he said. “Have we met before?”
The man shook his head. “Major Ethan Parish.”
At once Gage stilled. He studied the man even more closely, and now the instant of recognition made sense. “You look a bit like him. Related?”
Ethan nodded.
“Well, take a seat.”
The two men sat facing each other across the expanse of the old wood desk with its stacks of papers.
“Does Micah know you’re here?” Gage asked.
“No.”
“I see.” Gage drummed his fingers on the desk for just a moment. He recognized the look in Ethan Parish’s eyes. Micah still showed it on occasion, as did Billy Joe Yuma, the county’s rescue pilot. He had also seen the look on the faces of his fellow DEA agents when they’d been on the streets too long. Sometimes he saw it in his own mirror.
“Look,” he said after a moment. “If Micah doesn’t know you’re here, I don’t feel I should be telling you how to find him. Maybe you should call him.”
“This isn’t something I want to do on the phone.”
“Why not?”
Ethan Parish hesitated, looking past Gage as if debating how much to tell.
“Tell you what,” Gage said after a few moments. “Tell me who you are. Something about yourself.”
“Marine recon, special operations. One tour in Iraq, two in Afghanistan. Other things I can’t tell you about. I won’t be going back. Medical discharge.”
“You were wounded?”
“More than once.”
Gage nodded. “I’m sorry.”
Ethan Parish merely looked at him. “I’m better off than many.”
Gage nodded again. “Still walking.”
Ethan nodded once. “And talking. Anyway, I’ll be officially discharged within the next six months.”
“Need a job?”
“If I stay here.”
Gage rubbed his chin and settled back in his chair. “How’s Micah fit in the picture?”
Ethan’s mouth tightened.
“Look, you know about protecting your men. I’m no different.”
That seemed to cause a shift in the man facing him. At last Ethan relaxed a hair. “This can’t get out.”
“Believe me, I know how to keep a secret. I was undercover DEA before I came here.”
That did the trick. “Micah Parish doesn’t know it, but he’s my father.”
Gage froze. “Oh, hell,” he said finally. “This could raise a real storm.”
“That’s why I don’t want it getting out until I talk to him.”
“I can sure understand that.” Gage paused to think again. “Okay,” he said finally. “Tell you what I’ll do. Micah’s on his day off, so I’ll drive you out to his ranch. But you better not tell his wife who you are before you get a chance to talk to him in private.”
“That’s how I was hoping to handle it.”
“Then we see eye-to-eye. Come on, let’s go. You can think up a cover story while we drive.”
* * *
That afternoon, Connie’s world blew up. It happened the way such things do, utterly without warning, and in an instant that was otherwise utterly benign.
On her day off, she always had plenty to do. Her mother, disabled by a severe fall several years ago, helped as much as she could, but being stuck in a wheelchair severely limited her activities. In many ways she created extra work for Connie, but it was work she didn’t mind, because she didn’t know how she would have been able to hold a job and care for Sophie properly at the same time without her mother there.
Sophie had reached the amazing age of seven, when girls start to act like little mothers, developing a streak of independence and becoming downright bossy. So far, Sophie’s imitation of motherhood had proved more amusing than anything else, although Connie suspected that at some point they would need to have a discussion before the girl alienated all her friends by bossing them around.
“Perfectly normal,” Connie’s mother said. “All girls do it. It’d be worse if she had a brother.”
“I suppose.”
Connie climbed down from the ladder where she’d been spackling a small crack in the ceiling. Some major problems had begun to brew in the old house, but she couldn’t afford to deal with them yet. “Want some coffee, Mom?”
“I’ll never pass up a cup of coffee,” Julia answered. “You know that. You don’t even have to ask.”
“Sophie should be home soon,” Connie remarked as she washed both her hands and the spackling knife at the sink. “She’d better hurry. It looks like we might get a storm.”
Julia turned her wheelchair so she could look out the tall window over the sink. “So it does. I wanted to ask you something.”
Connie grabbed a towel to dry her hands and turned, leaning back against the counter. She raised her eyebrows. “I always hate it when you say that.”
“Why?”
“Because it always means it’s not an ordinary question.”
Julia laughed. “Well, you’re too old for me to send to your room, so I think you’re safe.”
Connie laughed, too. Just at the edge of hearing, she heard a rumble of thunder. “What is it?”
“I want to get Sophie a dog.”
“Oh. Is that all?” Connie draped the towel on the rack by the sink.
Julia cocked her head to one side. “I don’t know how to take that.”
“Well, take it that I’m listening. Why do you want to get her a dog?”
“She’s been asking for one. And Pru’s dachshund just had a litter.”
“A little dog, huh?”
“Well...” Julia drew the word out.
“Well, what?”
“Pru’s not sure who the father is. And some of the pups have pretty big feet.”
Connie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “Do you know what an image that is? A dachshund with those short, short legs and huge feet?”
Julia laughed, too.
“Sort of like a basset hound,” Connie remarked. “Long, low and short. It’s okay if she gets a dog, Mom. But she’s got to take care of it.”
“I was thinking it would be a chance to use her