Rescuing Mary

by Susan Stoker

  “Morning,” the man said in a deep voice. His lips were quirked upward, as if he found something amusing, and Caite knew she was blushing.

  “Hi,” she mumbled and looked down at the briefcase in her hands.

  The elevator lurched as it began its upward trajectory, and Caite held her breath as she pressed her lips together. She wanted to flirt with the man. Wanted to have the confidence to look him in the eye and smile. But that wasn’t who she was.

  She wasn’t exactly shy, but she didn’t have confidence when it came to men. She was much more comfortable fading into the background and observing people. She found out a ton of information that way. Like the time she’d learned that her supposed best friend in high school secretly asked out the boy Caite had a crush on. Or when she’d overheard one of her TAs in college telling a girl in the class, who he’d been dating, what was going to be on the final exam…which subsequently helped Caite pass the class.

  And when she’d heard a naval officer back in San Diego bitching to a coworker about how much contractors made when they volunteered to work overseas, when stateside employees didn’t get the same bump in pay.

  Hence, why she was in Bahrain at the moment.

  “I swear this place gets hotter with every trip,” one of the men grumbled.

  “Global warming and all that,” another said, more to himself than his friends.

  The third man didn’t comment. Caite kept her eyes on her fingers and willed the elevator to move faster.

  “Is it always this hot in here?” the first man asked.

  Knowing she couldn’t exactly pretend she hadn’t heard him, Caite finally looked up. The man who’d asked had a closely cut beard and his hair was almost shaved on the sides, while longer on top. He should’ve looked silly, but somehow, with his brown camouflage uniform, the style made him look handsome.

  He was much leaner than the man who’d immediately caught Caite’s eye, and it was easier to see his lips as his beard was cut much closer. He was the shortest of the bunch, probably only a few inches above her height, but somehow she still felt as if he towered over her. Maybe because of the air of confidence surrounding him.

  She nodded. “The AC doesn’t seem to work much in the elevators so it’s always hotter in here.”

  “It could be worse, Ace,” the man she’d been secretly admiring said. “We could be doing PT out in the sun.”

  “True,” Ace said and shrugged.

  Just then the elevator made a loud clanging noise and shuddered.

  Caite put out a hand to brace herself on the wall next to her and sighed in frustration.

  “What the hell?” Ace exclaimed.

  “Shit!” the second man said, as Ace let out another low curse.

  Without fanfare, Caite placed her briefcase on the floor. She then leaned against the wall and lowered herself to sit. She was grateful she’d worn a comfortable pair of loose black pants today. She brought her knees up, clasped her hands around them, and settled in to wait.

  She knew all three men were looking down at her in surprise. Before they could ask what was going on, she said, “This happens at least twice a week. You might as well get comfortable. The last time, I heard it was an hour and a half before they were able to get it running again.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  Caite looked up at the man she’d been ogling. “No.”

  Sighing, he eased himself to the floor near her. With one leg stretched out in front of him and the other bent at the knee, he smiled and held out a hand. “I’m Blake. Blake Wise. Rocco to my friends.”

  Caite stared at his calloused hand for a beat before reaching out. “Caite McCallan.”

  “Hi, Caite,” Rocco said in a husky voice that made goose bumps race up and down her arms.

  “Rocco, you can’t seriously be thinking about sitting here and waiting for them to get us out? We can just—”

  “Sit, Gumby,” Rocco interrupted. He was still holding her hand, and Caite knew she was blushing once again.

  “But—”

  “We’ll just hang out here with Caite until help gets to us.” Rocco turned to her. “Do they know the elevator is stuck? I don’t see an emergency phone or anything in here.”

  Caite swallowed and nodded. “I’m pretty sure they know. The last time, one of the people I work with was in here. He said within a few minutes, someone called down—or up, I don’t remember which—to him and the others stuck inside, and told them maintenance was working on it.”

  Why was he still holding her hand? Caite had no idea. It felt good, but awkward.

  Finally, he ran his thumb over the back of her hand and slowly let go. She clasped her hands together in her lap nervously.

  Ace and Gumby finally sat on the other side of the small space.

  “Not the way I thought we’d start our tropical vacation,” Ace quipped.

  Caite’s lips twitched. Bahrain wasn’t her idea of either tropical or a vacation.

  Obviously having seen her amusement, Ace said, “Hey, it’s warm, by the ocean, and we didn’t have to run five miles in the sand this morning. Sounds like a vacation to me.”

  She looked at him and said, “But there aren’t any alcoholic drinks. How can it be a vacation without sipping a blue drink with ice cubes, sliced fruit, and a cute little umbrella?”

  “I’ll never understand why chicks like that crap. I mean, what’s wrong with an ice-cold beer?” Gumby muttered.

  “It’s gross,” Caite said without thought, then mentally smacked her forehead in exasperation. “I mean…it’s fine…if you like that sort of thing.”

  The man next to her chuckled. “I take it you’re not a beer drinker.”

  She glanced at Rocco and shook her head. “No.”

  “It’s an acquired taste,” Ace said.

  Caite nodded, but couldn’t take her eyes from Rocco. His dark brown gaze hadn’t left her face, and it felt weird to have a man pay such close attention to her. She’d gotten somewhat used to having guys stare at her since she’d arrived in the Arabic country, but the way Rocco was looking at her was different than how the locals stared. She always felt as if they were judging her, and finding her lacking in some way, but that wasn’t the vibe she got from Rocco.

  It was as if he could read her mind. Could somehow sense how attracted she was to him.

  The thought flustered her, and Caite looked back down at her hands in her lap.

  “Hey! Anyone in there?” a muffled voice called out from below.

  “Yes! There’s four of us!” Ace yelled back.

  “They’re working on getting you guys out of there. Just hang on!” the voice said.

  “Will do!” Ace bellowed back.

  After a long silence, Gumby said, “So, we might as well get to know each other. And I know these yahoos, but I don’t know you…” His voice trailed off.

  Caite shrugged. “I’m Caite.”

  “You said that,” Rocco replied, clearly amused. “Where are you from? What do you do here? How long have you been here and how long are you planning on staying? Got any plans for dinner?”

  At his last question, her eyes swung up once more and met his. She expected to see him smiling at her, letting her know he was teasing, but she saw absolutely no humor in his gaze. She looked over at Ace and Gumby. They were smiling, but their amusement seemed to be aimed at the man at her side, rather than her.

  “Um…I had an apartment in the San Diego area. I’ve been here a few months and my contract is for a year, with the option to renew for a second if I want. I haven’t decided yet whether I will or not.” She purposely ignored his last question.

  “What do you do?” Ace asked.

  Now that, she could answer. “I’m a secretary. An administrative assistant.”

  “How did you end up all the way out here?” Gumby asked.

  Caite shrugged. “I needed the money.”

  Silence met her response. It felt awkward, so she hurried to explain. “I majored in French in col
lege. My mom told me I was making a mistake, but I ignored her. I fell in love with Paris in high school, and wanted to go there to live and work more than anything. I took French as my foreign language requirement in high school and decided to continue it in college. I loved every second of it, but after I graduated, I realized Mom was right. It wasn’t like there were that many jobs for a French speaker in the San Diego area. Spanish, yes, but not French.

  “I started working as a secretary for a friend of my dad, and he suggested I apply for a Department of Defense contract position. So I did. I got hired and worked there for several years, but I was buried in debt. From college expenses, my car, my credit cards…I couldn’t seem to get ahead, and living in San Diego isn’t exactly cheap. Overseas positions pay more, and when the job out here came up, I applied.” She shrugged. “I got it and…here I am.”

  “Do you like what you’re doing?” Rocco asked.

  Caite shrugged again. “I don’t hate it,” she said after a beat. “But who loves their job? We work because we have to eat.”

  “I love my job,” Rocco told her.

  “Me too,” Ace echoed.

  Gumby nodded. “Me three.”

  Now Caite was embarrassed. “Right. Of course. Join the military and see the world and all that,” she said. “Well, it’s too scary to wander around Manama by myself. Women aren’t as persecuted around here as they used to be, but I’m just not the risk-taking type. And it’s hot. I hate the heat.”

  Rocco grinned. “But you live in San Diego. It isn’t really cold there.”

  “I know, but it’s also not a hundred and ten degrees either. If I wanted to be that warm, I’d move to Phoenix.”

  “It’s good that you don’t wander around. It’s not safe,” Rocco said, getting serious.

  “The crime rate isn’t exactly low here,” Gumby added.

  “Bahrain is one of the most tolerant countries in the Middle East when it comes to dress code, and women finally got the right to vote in the last twenty years or so, but there are still no laws to protect them against domestic violence,” Ace informed her.

  Caite nodded. “I know. I did my research before I accepted the job, and it was also part of the orientation. Why do you think I don’t get out much? I mean, besides the heat. I’m not willing to go alone. Everyone around here is busy, and the younger naval guys are too interested in partying than hanging out with me or showing me the sites. Besides, it’s frowned upon to fraternize with the military employees.”

  Rocco grimaced. “It doesn’t sound like much fun working here,” he observed.

  Caite shrugged. “I’m making it sound worse than it is. I like most of my coworkers and there are always interesting people coming in and out of the office. I’ve met a ton of people from around the world. For instance, this week, my boss is meeting with some men from Gabon.”

  “Hmmm.”

  Her smile dimmed. He didn’t sound all that impressed. “What about you guys? Where are you from?”

  “Interestingly enough, we’re also from San Diego,” Rocco told her.

  “Really? Cool! How long will you be here?”

  The three men exchanged glances that Caite couldn’t interpret before Gumby said, “We’re not sure. It depends on how long our mission takes.”

  “Ah. Well…I hope you’ll be able to get out and see some of the country between your official stuff,” she said, somewhat lamely.

  Silence fell over the group once more and Caite searched her mind for something else to say. “So…Gumby and Ace? Those aren’t…those aren’t your real names, are they?”

  All three chuckled.

  “No, darlin’. I’m Decker,” Gumby said.

  “And I’m Beckett,” Ace told her.

  “Is Caite short for Katherine?” Rocco asked.

  Caite could’ve sworn he’d moved closer to her when she was looking at his friends, but it was hard to tell. She shook her head. “No. It’s just Caite. Spelled C-a-i-t-e. I guess my mom wanted my name to be different, but not impossible to pronounce or weird.”

  “It’s beautiful,” Rocco replied.

  Caite knew she was blushing again, damn it, but she hoped they would misinterpret her flushed cheeks as a result of the heat. The air in the elevator wasn’t exactly cool, and she knew it would only continue to get warmer until they were rescued.

  “Where are you staying?” she asked, simply for something to talk about.

  “Housing on the base,” Ace told her. “Where do you live?”

  Not even thinking that it wasn’t smart to tell strangers where she lived, Caite said, “There’s an apartment complex right outside the gate. I was too chicken to get a place too far away from here. I don’t have to drive to work, I can just go right out my apartment building and walk here. I’ve only gone into Manama once, and I was with three other DOD employees.”

  “Maybe if we’re here long enough, we can show you some of the city,” Ace said.

  Caite blinked. She hadn’t been fishing for them to escort her anywhere, but it probably had sounded like she was. “That’s okay.”

  “How about dinner?” Rocco asked. “I was serious about that.”

  He was staring at her so intently, she shivered. He couldn’t be asking her out, could he? She’d never, in her entire life, been asked out. She’d gone on dates, and had even had one long-term boyfriend, but they’d all been set up by friends.

  Caite had long since come to terms with who she was and how she looked. She’d never be called beautiful. Her nose was a bit too big and her features were simply too plain. She liked her hair, but it didn’t stand out in any way. The light brown locks were thin and if she tried to grow them out too long, they broke off at the ends and looked straggly. She’d never been the kind of woman that anyone took a second look at. She wasn’t hideous, but she wasn’t model beautiful either.

  It had been her experience that men simply overlooked her. She wasn’t pretty enough, interesting enough, or skinny enough to deserve a second glance. Especially since she tended to keep to herself in social situations. There were always women around who were more interesting, outgoing, and pleasing to the eye.

  But Rocco was looking at her as if she was the most fascinating person he’d met in his entire life. If she was being honest, it was discomfiting. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention.

  Knowing she’d been silent too long and things were getting awkward again, she quickly said, “Um…yeah, I can join you guys in the cafeteria one night if you want.”

  “Not what I meant, Caite,” Rocco said. And once again, the husky, low tone of his voice did weird things to her insides.

  She glanced at Ace and Gumby, and they were both smiling once more at her and Rocco. Not in a “my buddy’s gonna get him some” way, but in a genuinely pleased way. She licked her lips and looked back down at her hands. “Oh, um…okay.”

  “I don’t know when, though,” Rocco went on to say. “I wouldn’t mind if it was tonight, but I’m afraid we have to check in with the base commander and get the lay of the land. Not to mention we have to get a job done while we’re here. But I’d like to make the time to get to know you better. If that’s all right with you.”

  All sorts of things were swirling around Caite’s head. Big caution signs, for one. This gorgeous man couldn’t really be interested in her. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe he thought she’d go to bed with him because she’d been here so long and obviously didn’t get out.

  But…she didn’t get those kinds of vibes from him. She was pretty good at spotting players. And Rocco seemed more mature and above those kinds of games.

  Deciding that this was the most exciting thing to happen to her in months, besides getting stuck in the stupid elevator, Caite nodded. “I’d like that.”

  The smile on his face widened. “Good. Tell me where you work so I can find you later this week.”

  She did—and noticed his smile dimmed a bit.

  “What?”

  The emotion immediately cl
eared from his face. “Nothing.”

  Caite shook her head. “No, it’s something. What?”

  “It just so happens that you work for our temporary commander,” Ace volunteered.

  “Oh.”

  “And he doesn’t approve of work relationships,” Gumby said.

  “This isn’t a work relationship,” Rocco grumbled. “It’s dinner. We aren’t going to go off and get married or anything.”

  Caite smiled at that. The thought popped out of her mouth before she could recall it. “Right. But if we did get married, he couldn’t do or say anything about it, could he?”

  Ace and Gumby chuckled as she looked up at Rocco, horrified. “Not that I think you’d want to! I mean, it’s just dinner and… Oh, shit,” she said, and closed her eyes and rested her forehead on her knees. “I’ll shut up now.”

  She felt Rocco take her hand in his and she reluctantly looked at him. “Relax, ma petite fée, I know what you meant.”

  Caite blinked. Had he really just called her “my small fairy” in French?

  “Did I say it wrong?” he asked, smiling gently at her.

  “What did you mean to call me?” she asked.

  “Small fairy.”

  She shook her head. “You didn’t say it wrong.”

  “Good. I’m fluent in Turkish, but have picked up a bit of French here and there.”

  Caite wanted to ask why he’d called her that, but was too embarrassed. She was all too aware of his friends sitting there staring at the two of them, and the last thing she wanted was to hear him say it was because she reminded him of a child in some way.

  “You’re fluent in Turkish?” she asked instead.

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t elaborate, and Caite felt awkward all over again. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention. She liked listening to others talk, not having to carry a conversation all by herself.

  Just then, the elevator lurched and immediately fell about three feet before stopping once again.

  Caite screeched in fear and reached out to grab ahold of something, anything. Her hand encountered Rocco’s camouflage-covered thigh and she gripped him—hard. She hadn’t been wrong about how muscular he was. It almost felt like she was holding on to a rock rather than a human being.