“Who are you?”
A tiny jab of her knife to the rock-solid back of the man who’d snuck into her quarters punctuated Jane’s question.
“Dr. Harker?”
She frowned. American accent—upper Midwest from the sound of him. Definitely military, but what was he doing in Quintana Roo, Mexico?
“You are Dr. Harker?” he pressed.
Jane nodded. If he was going to kill her, he was going to kill her, regardless of who she was. She’d seen his face. A very nice face beneath several days’ growth of dark beard—handsome if you went for Clint Eastwood before too many years in the sun and wind had taken their toll. She didn’t—but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate good-looking when she saw it.
“Grab what you need,” he snapped. “We have to get out of here before the guards return.” He glanced out the door. “I’d rather not kill them if I don’t have to.”
“Listen, soldier boy, there’ll be no killing. There’s been enough.”
“Works for me. Now, let’s go.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome back to the continuing saga of THE LUCHETTI BROTHERS. This time it’s Bobby’s turn.
What happens when Bobby Luchetti returns home to discover one of his brothers has broken their cardinal rule—never touch your brother’s girl?
Since Bobby is a member of the elite Special Forces unit Delta Force, he accepts a mission to rescue Dr. Jane Harker, a kidnapped senator’s daughter. What follows is a story I like to think of as Romancing the Stone meets The American President.
How do two brothers find their way back to being brothers? And how does Bobby find both the life he was meant to lead and the woman he was meant to share it with? The usual way—trial and a whole lot of error.
Bobby and Jane save each other in more ways than one. They discover that love is found in the strangest of places and forever is worth all the trouble it takes to get there. With repeat visits from most of the Luchettis, as well as their pets, and a brand-new Mexican stray named Lucky, A Soldier’s Quest should have something for everyone.
Next up, Tim Luchetti decides it’s time for him to find a mommy and for Dean to find love. Find out who wins both their hearts in The Mommy Quest.
I’d also like to invite you to check out another series I’m writing. If you enjoyed Buffy the Vampire Slayer, have I got some stories for you. The FULL MOON books from St. Martin’s Paperbacks are paranormal suspense novels featuring werewolf hunters. Dark Moon is available now and Crescent Moon will be out in early 2006.
Happy reading!
Lori Handeland
P.S. For information on future releases and a chance to win free books, visit my Web site at www.lorihandeland.com.
A SOLDIER’S QUEST
Lori Handeland
Books by Lori Handeland
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
922—MOTHER OF THE YEAR
969—DOCTOR, DOCTOR
1004—LEAVE IT TO MAX
1063—A SHERIFF IN TENNESSEE
1099—THE FARMER’S WIFE
1151—THE DADDY QUEST*
1193—THE BROTHER QUEST*
1226—THE HUSBAND QUEST*
For my editor, Johanna Raisanen
Smart, calm, articulate:
What more could a writer ask for?
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
BOBBY LUCHETTI RANG the doorbell at 445 Briar Lane. Holding his breath, he anticipated his first sight of Marlie Anderson.
Not that he didn’t know what she looked like. He had a picture. One he’d kept in his wallet for more than two years now.
But he’d never seen her in person, never met the woman he’d fallen in love with by mail.
Had she moved on in the time he’d been missing? Had she met someone else and married him? Bobby hoped not, but he wouldn’t blame her if she had.
A member of the elite Delta Force, Bobby had spent almost a year in Afghanistan traipsing from cave to cave in the hunt for Bin Laden. Done a bit of duty in Pakistan, too, ferreting out a cell of terrorists who were planning another attack on American soil.
He’d stopped writing Marlie when he received the orders for that mission. He hadn’t thought it fair to keep her waiting when he wasn’t sure if he’d return from Pakistan alive.
His gaze wandered over the two-story Colonial, set on this quiet street in Minnesota. According to Marlie, hardly anything bad ever happened in Wind Lake.
The residents were like those of many small towns in America: traditionalists, old school, they took pride in who they were and where they came from. From Marlie’s descriptions, Bobby had come to love Wind Lake as he loved her.
The door opened suddenly and Bobby stared at his brother, Colin. The resemblance between them was strong—dark hair, blue eyes, even their features. However, Colin was taller, slimmer, younger, and his hair was well past regulation length—but then so was Bobby’s. Those in Delta Force were not required to cut their hair or shave or even wear a uniform, the better to blend in wherever they roamed.
The shock of seeing someone who didn’t belong made Bobby blurt out, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Considering that Bobby had been listed as missing for quite a while, the question was one his brother should be asking him.
“You’re alive,” Colin said.
“Always have been.”
“Do Mom and Dad know?”
“I called them as soon as I landed in the States.”
“You didn’t go home?”
“I had pressing business.”
“More pressing than letting your mother know you aren’t buried in a shallow grave?”
Bobby scowled. “She knows.”
“You put her through hell, Bobby, and the rest of us, too.”
“I got that when Mom took my head off by phone.”
His family hadn’t known until yesterday that Bobby was a member of Delta Force. Keeping such a secret wasn’t unusual in the life of an operator, considering the dangerous nature of the job. Some of his men’s wives only knew that their husbands did “something” for the army.
Bobby had thought what his loved ones didn’t know wouldn’t worry them; he couldn’t have been more wrong.
“You knew I was alive,” Bobby pointed out. “I rescued your sorry butt in Peshawar.”
Typically, Colin had been unable to keep his nose out of other people’s business—which was probably why he was a reporter. He’d followed a very thin trail to Pakistan and wound up getting himself kidnapped by a completely different set of terrorists than the one Bobby had infiltrated. The place was crawling with them.
They’d done their best to make Colin spill his guts. Luckily Bobby had managed to haul him out of there before the terrorists had figured out his brother was a worthless source of information.
“Last time I saw you, you were dressed…”
Colin let his gaze slide over Bobby’s khaki trousers and crisp, blue shirt, a far cry from the robes and scarves he’d been sporting in Peshawar.
“Differently,” Colin finished.
Bobby had only recently shaved his beard and removed the brown contacts that had disguised
his foreign blue eyes. He should be more comfortable in American clothes, but he wasn’t.
“That was over a year ago,” Colin continued. “Not a phone call or even a letter. You’re an asshole.”
“I agree. But I’m very, very good at it.”
Colin’s mouth twitched. “I’m glad you’re back. But why are you in Wind Lake?”
“If I learned one thing it’s that I shouldn’t waste time. I should tell people how I feel.”
“What do you want to tell me?”
“Not you, moron. I’ve come to tell the woman I love that I love her.”
His brother frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Marlie. Is she here?” Bobby craned his neck, peering past Colin and into the house. “And why are you?”
Colin scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Bro, there’s something you should know.”
“Colin?” A woman’s voice drifted from inside. “Who was at the door?”
Marlie appeared, fresh-faced, wholesome, with a baby on her hip and, from the appearance of her slightly rounded belly, another one on the way. Bobby just stared at her. Then he looked at his brother and understood.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Bobby?” Marlie blinked. “When did you get back?”
Bobby ignored her. Colin was the one he was concerned with now.
“What part of ‘take care of her’ didn’t you understand?”
“All of it,” Colin said. “I thought you were friends. So did she.”
In his head Bobby knew his brother was right. He hadn’t been clear on what he wanted because he hadn’t known himself. Until he’d spent countless months living in caves and tents.
He’d focused on Marlie’s face, recalled every word she’d ever written to him. He’d made Wind Lake, Minnesota, the home he was fighting to protect and Marlie the woman worth risking his life for. Foolish, perhaps, when he’d never met her. Even more foolish, obviously, was sending his brother to watch over her.
Colin and Bobby had always been close. Colin should have been able to read between the lines of Bobby’s cryptic note, which had been cryptic on purpose. He never knew when his mail was being intercepted and read by the enemy, or even a friend. One of the reasons he rarely wrote home.
He’d become nervous because he’d written Marlie so many times, tense that he was heading into the unknown and leaving her behind. The paranoia, which often kept him alive, grew and grew until he could think of little else but Marlie in Wind Lake, all innocent and alone. So he’d mailed Colin that note. And Colin had done exactly what he’d asked. He’d taken care of her.
Bobby’s gaze fell to her swelling belly. More than once.
“This is Robbie.” Marlie stepped forward, shifting the child in his direction. “We named him after you.”
Bobby glanced at his brother, whose pale face had taken on a slightly greenish tinge. “Gee, thanks,” he said.
“I—we—” Colin stared at Marlie helplessly.
It wasn’t like Colin to be at a loss. He was a writer. He’d be in deep trouble if he couldn’t find the words.
Marlie put her hand on Colin’s arm. She wore a wedding ring. So did his brother. While that should make Bobby feel a bit better, at least the sneaky bastard had married her, he only felt worse. She was Colin’s now, forever.
“Colin came here searching for you,” she said. “And I fell in love with him. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Looks like he couldn’t help himself, either.”
She frowned. “He tried to stop what was happening between us, but I pointed out that you’d never said anything about love.”
True. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t felt it.
“I wasn’t sure if I’d come back.”
Now she touched his arm, and he yearned for something that was never going to be. “I have to admit I had a little crush on you. But once I met Colin, those fantasies disappeared. I love him, Bobby. We were meant to be together.”
Robbie started fussing, and Marlie withdrew her hand to pat the squirming little boy. Bobby took a quick glance at the kid and found himself captured by bright blue Luchetti eyes. That child should be his.
His chest tightened and his stomach rolled. The dreams of a wife and a family had begun with her. The idea that someone was waiting for him, that a small part of him might be left if he was gone, had become a talisman. Bobby had sworn that if he got out of the Middle East in one piece, he’d make more of a life than what he had. That plan was as blown to hell as most of Afghanistan.
“I have to feed him,” Marlie murmured. “You two should talk.”
She disappeared inside.
“She’s right.” Colin stepped onto the porch and shut the door behind him. “We should talk.”
“What’s there to say? You married my girl and got her pregnant.”
“That wasn’t quite the order, but near enough.”
Bobby went still. “You got her pregnant and then you married her?”
Colin flushed and rage burned through Bobby with a force that surprised him. He didn’t even realize what he was going to do until his fist shot out and caught Colin on the chin.
His brother hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Bobby didn’t wait around to see if he’d knocked out any of Colin’s teeth.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
CHAPTER ONE
Two months later
SOMEDAY HIS TOMBSTONE might read: Another day, another hellhole.
And that would be fine with Bobby. He’d been in more down-and-out countries than he could remember. Most of the time no one even knew he was there before he was gone.
This mission, however, was different from the usual hit-and-run operation. He had a bad feeling this one might get him killed. Which would be an incredible joke on him.
“Mexico,” he muttered. “No one dies in Mexico. Unless they drink the water.”
Something skittered across the sand, then across Bobby’s boot. The stench of rotting vegetation, or maybe just garbage, teased his nose. A baby cried; someone moaned. One dog’s yip was answered by a dozen more. In Mexico, the ratio of stray dogs to drug dealers was about even.
Sweat trickled down his chest. In this heat a normal man would be wearing shorts instead of cargo pants, a muscle shirt instead of a black T-shirt, and sandals or bare feet instead of army boots.
Of course Bobby had never been normal—or so his brothers always told him.
“I could have been a farmer,” he murmured.
But he’d chosen the army instead.
From his eighteenth year he’d worked his way up, until he was the elite of the elite. An operator, a D-boy, the Dreaded D—the army rarely uttered the word Delta—their force was that secret.
“So what am I doing here?”
Talking to himself, which he really needed to stop. Just because this was a cakewalk didn’t mean he shouldn’t follow procedure. Namely, no yapping in the jungle.
He’d come alone—singleton mission. Why waste two or more highly trained counterterrorism operators on an assignment that could be completed by a green recruit?
Though Delta’s main function had once been hostage rescue, they’d become a lot more over the years. Bobby was now trained for threats on a global scale. Which was why it would be a genuine laugh-o-rama if he got killed rescuing the doctor daughter of a U.S. senator in the seemingly tame Yucatán Peninsula.
Of course, tame was a relative term. The state of Quintana Roo was a hotbed for drug cartels. Still, when compared to some of the places Bobby had been, some of the things he had seen, Mexico was downright peaceful. Nevertheless, even a docile dog could turn mean if poked too much and too hard.
Bobby pushed aside his misgivings, labeling the icy trickle of superstition down his spine as nothing more than another stream of sweat. He’d been living in sweaty countries for years. Why was the weather bothering him now?
Because he wanted this done. He wanted out of here. He wanted to go home.
After leaving Wind Lake, Bobby had done what he did best. He disappeared. Not very adult of him, but he’d been upset, and he needed to return to the place where he was the strongest, the smartest, the best. When Bobby was in the field, he was the king and the world was his kingdom.
A short trip to Honduras had been followed by a longer one to Costa Rica. When the call had come in about the kidnapped doctor, he’d been so close it would have been foolish for him not to go.
Bobby shifted, lifting his night-vision goggles and taking yet another gander at the hut where Dr. Harker was supposedly detained. No moon tonight, but that didn’t bother him. He could see pretty well in the dark, even without the goggles.
People milled around the last shack on the left; a few of them held submachine guns. There were too many souls in the vicinity to extract the good doctor without an outcry. He’d hang around until the majority went to bed, then disable the guards and slip away with the woman he’d been sent to rescue.
Having a plan made Bobby feel a whole lot better. He was spooked only because he missed home so badly. He never had before.
His mother, the queen of guilt, would have his head if she ever got hold of him. Shame tickled his gut. He’d called once after the fiasco with Colin, been thrilled when the answering machine picked up so he could leave a message telling everyone not to worry.
He hadn’t called back because he didn’t want to hear the lecture. Bobby would rather face…whatever…than listen to his mother when she was mad—and he had a feeling she was pretty mad right about now.
Bobby took another glance at the hut. The crowd had dispersed, leaving behind only the goons with guns. He’d give the village an hour to fall asleep, then he’d make his move.
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