SEAL of My Heart

by Sharon Hamilton

  Coming for you, baby. Tyler.

  It wasn’t from Tyler’s phone but someone else’s with a local Sonoma County area code. Then there was a message below it.

  Tyler. Just landed in SFO. On our way up there. Be smart. Be careful.

  Kate quickly slipped the phone back in her bra. Sheila had been talking about the wines she’d tried. “Really remarkable collection. I was looking forward to another week or two of sampling. Had I known they had so much here they would never miss, I’d have been over helping myself sooner.”

  Kate was at the bottom and turned to face her captor.

  “Okay, this is where we hit the end of the road. Part ways, Kate. I want to thank you for all you’ve tried to do, and in exchange, perhaps you can understand my side of things. This was never personal. Someday I’ll settle down, fall in love and become legitimate. I want you to know Randy is really a very bad fuck. He’s not the type I could stay with my whole life. Tyler, on the other hand, now he’s a winner.”

  Kate waited. “So what’s the plan, Sheila? You don’t want Randy. You can’t have Tyler—or he doesn’t want you is more accurate, I guess.”

  “Careful, careful, Kate. I’m a little peeved about that one.”

  Kate took a deep breath. She was drawing strength from the fact that perhaps, just perhaps, in less than an hour Tyler would be here. And he was apparently very much alive. Alive and healthy enough to come to her rescue. If she could just stall a bit more. Drag their conversation out a little longer, engage Sheila more, perhaps there was a chance they could stop Sheila from taking off, from perhaps causing Kate harm.

  “So were you after the money, all along, Sheila?”

  “Better to marry a rich man than a poor man, Kate. Didn’t your mama ever tell you?”

  “But you’ve embezzled. Surely you didn’t think Randy would stand by and let that happen?”

  “Ah. I see what you’re asking. No, it was always about the money. So, when he fell for you, I was left with only one option, and I took it. You’re the reason I took the money. Your fault, really.”

  The phone in Kate’s chest began to vibrate again. How Kate wished she could be allowed to read it.

  “So, we’re going to play a little game, Kate. Remember olly, olly, oxen free from when you played hide and seek as a kid?”

  “Of course.”

  “You give me time to get away?”

  “Yes, I’ll do that.”

  “I’m going to guarantee you do. Give me your wrists.”

  Kate tried to see what Sheila had in her hands. It was a clear plastic zip tie.

  “Come on, put your palms together and hug this.” She walked to an old clay pipe about four inches across. As Kate placed her palms together, Sheila tucked the gun under her arm briefly until she got the zip tie around Kate’s wrists and cinched it, cutting into Kate’s flesh.

  With her back up to the massive wine rack and her arms secured around the pipe, Kate had nowhere to go and no possibility of getting away.

  “My more devious self says I should get rid of you for good, because somehow I don’t think you want any part of my life or my wicked schemes. Just stay away, okay? I call olly, olly, oxen free. Count to one hundred, and I’ll be gone. Gone from your life forever,” she whispered in Kate’s ear.

  The buzzing started again and this time Sheila heard it and viciously dug the phone out of her bra.

  “Oh, my God, Kate. Gotta go.” She tossed the cell phone against the wall and ran up the cellar stairs. At the top of the stairs Kate heard the click of the massive lock.

  Sheila’s footsteps echoed throughout the cellar. Kate was halfway relieved to finally be alone until she began to smell smoke. Then she realized. Sheila had set fire to the house.

  She’d remembered a conversation she’d had with Tyler about improvising. What was it he said? He could get out of any restraints. They’d practiced it. He’d even said something about zip ties. There was a way to get out of them. There were always ways to get out.

  She moved her palms up and down the pipe, feeling for something that protruded to use as a temporary saw. A plastic pipe had been affixed to the ceramic one, and tied with a metal band with a nut and screw holding the band in place. The edge of the screw was sharp. Kate rubbed the zip tie back and forth over the screw edge to see if it would cut into the plastic, and while it didn’t break the tie, rubbed off some of the ribbing that held the tie in place, and after several attempts, the tie fell loose and she was able to get free.

  Running up the stairs she worked the door handle, which had become warm from the fire that probably was raging on the other side. Smoke began to fill the cellar. She knew she didn’t have much time.

  Glancing up toward the ceiling, she saw the fire humidity and heat sensor. Her landlords would have the information going to their cells or laptops, wherever they were. Perhaps they would alert authorities. It was easily eight to ten feet in the air and could not be reached from the floor.

  She gathered up two wine liters. Aiming for the sensor, she threw them at the ceiling. The first one missed by a foot. The second one hit the sensor but appeared not to damage it.

  She needed a more substantial bottle. She scanned the racks and saw some dusty champagne bottles. She lifted two and found them so heavy she wasn’t sure she could heave them far enough. Climbing back up on the table, she hoisted them at the wall, but the glass fell easily two feet short. Delicious bubbly sprayed all over the bottles below.

  Her arm was getting tired. She heard a car leave the driveway, and realized Sheila had probably commandeered her SUV.

  Kate decided to try one last time. Without climbing up on the rickety table, she underhanded a vintage bottle of champagne straight at the sensor, and this time the case cracked and she went weak with relief when she heard the a bell start ringing.

  Now all she had to do was wait, and pray someone would come before she was overcome by smoke or fire. Would they find her here in the cellar?

  She heard other vehicles outside, and began to scream. “Help! Please help me. I’m in the cellar!”

  Finding a metal wrench, she began banging on the clay pipe, yelling at the top of her lungs. She heard footsteps and coughing. Someone tried the door.

  “Yes! Yes! I’m in here. Please help me!” she yelled.

  She ran up the stairs, banging on the oak door and fell forward and onto the floor as the door was suddenly opened and a cloud of smoke engulfed her. A shirt was placed over her head and powerful arms led her outside to the yard. He stumbled, unsteady on his feet and she fell with him onto the lush green lawn.

  Under the stars of the night sky, coughing her lungs out, she saw Tyler’s bare chest and realized the shirt she wore on her head had all the wonderful smells she’d missed. A pair of crutches lay sprawled to the side. She noted his upper leg was in a dark brace, held with white inch-wide straps. She fell into his arms as he lay back against the cool green grass. He held her close, while she sobbed for the sheer joy of feeling her chest press against his, while he powerfully took command of her world.

  She felt protected and safe for the first time since he’d left five days ago. It didn’t matter what else happened, she was safe.

  C

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  Tyler was sure he’d damaged his leg, but didn’t care. The pain in his upper thigh wasn’t anything like the joy he felt at having found her. Nick and Devon had been right. There was no way this woman was ever going to let him go, and he was not going to let her go until he had to.

  The fire turned out to be only superficial and was put out quickly. Investigators questioned them.

  “Anything else you want to tell us, like where this Sheila or Joan or whatever her name is, where she’s headed?”

  Kate laughed. Tyler was getting looked over by the paramedic who was poking and prodding him, and causing him a bit of pain. “I know she’s headed to greener pastures. Somewhere where she’ll be surrounded by stupid rich guys.”

  The investigato
r shared her chuckle. “Unfortunately, that could be just about anywhere.”

  “It could, except for one thing.”

  “And what’s that Miss Morgan?”

  “I can tell you how to find exactly where she is, and where she goes after that.”

  Tyler turned his head. “What? How?”

  Kate shook her head. “At the time, I thought it was a stupid idea. The guy who sold me the car she took said I’d be glad I bought it someday, and you know, he was right. For once the salesman was right.”

  “About what?” Tyler asked.

  “No. It couldn’t be that easy!” the investigator exclaimed.

  The flashing red lights and white spotlights played circus acts across Tyler’s face. “Someone tell me what’s happening?”

  “She bought one of those car locator things,” the investigator said. “I’ll be God damned. Wish I didn’t have to share this with the FBI, but they’ll want to pick her up. Hate it when I make it that easy for them, after all the bullshit they give us.”

  Kate didn’t care. “The best thousand bucks I ever spent.”

  Within seconds, cooperation between the insurance company and the police yielded the car, with a very surprised Sheila talking on her cell phone to one of her girlfriends.

  Kate was relieved this chapter with Sheila was over. This would give them important time to work out the details of their new lives together.

  Two weeks later, Gretchen flew down for their engagement party. Tyler’s parents came down as well. Kate’s nieces were all over Tyler, who still had to be careful about his leg, though he was off crutches. They’d all gone on long walks in the wine country, since Tyler had some time off and the girls loved having him around as a father figure. Kate’s mom and Tyler’s mom got acquainted and enjoyed each other’s company. Linda Gray talked about the spicy love affairs she was cooking up in her books, avidly listening to Tyler talk about his SEAL buddies, which were fodder for her stories.

  The two of them worked a little over at Nick and Devon’s winery. Tyler told her about the nursery sale and Sophie, Nick’s sister, who had always had the dream of living in paradise. Just seemed right to be working on the legacy she had started, with her new friends. Part of Kate understood what Sophie saw in the little valley floor, surrounded by vineyards. Maybe, with her knowledge of the wine business, she could add some of her own magic to the mix.

  After the engagement dinner, held by candlelight in the modest living room of her parents’ home, Kate’s mother asked for the floor. All the guests, including Tyler’s parents and Linda, had left, and the girls were put to bed. Gretchen was staying over, so only Tyler, Kate, Gretchen and Kate’s parents were left.

  In a very solemn mood, Mrs. Moore brought out a cardboard shoebox and placed it on her knees. She looked at her husband, who pulled his chair up alongside her, placing his arm around her shoulder. He kissed her on the cheek, then removed his arm and waited for her to speak.

  “I’m afraid I have a confession to make to all of you,” Kate’s mom began. “Something that’s been brewing for over thirty-four years.”

  Gretchen and Kate shared a look. Kate didn’t have a clue what her mother might say next.

  “Tyler, when Kate told me her story, about meeting you on the plane, it affected me so deeply. And Joe and I have talked about it, and we need to tell you our story. And this affects you, Gretchen, as well.”

  “Me?”

  “I met a young Marine who was coming home at Christmas to visit his parents before his final deployment over in the Middle East. We met and talked. Talked about a lot of things. I had a boyfriend at the time, but I was afraid to tell him. This handsome,” she looked at her husband, “young man in uniform was really the first fighting man I’d ever met. I was immediately struck with his sense of honor. His duty to country.”

  Kate’s mom cried quiet tears. Her husband took her hand. “You’re doing great Louise. We’re all here.”

  “We wrote to each other after we parted. I have to say that we fell in love over those letters.” She placed her palm on the box. “These letters.”

  Gretchen was watching her parents, first studying her mother and then her dad. Her spine had straightened.

  “We agreed to meet, and he flew out one weekend, and we stayed together in San Francisco. It was a very painful parting. I don’t have to tell you how difficult it was for me. But he wrote to me every day.”

  Kate’s mother looked down at the box.

  “The letter I wrote telling him I was pregnant never reached him. It was returned with several other things he’d asked to have sent to me in the event of his death.”

  Kate looked up at her sister and saw Gretchen crying softly as realized the young Marine had probably been her father.

  “I loved him, Gretchen. He’d never been raised in a family, didn’t even know where they were, or it might have been different. When I met your father some weeks later, and we began to date, he came to love the baby growing inside me, Gretchen. You were that baby. And we decided that the best way to honor that young Marine was to give you the family he never had. These are his letters, all of them. I want you to have them, honey. They belong to you.”

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  It was touching to watch Gretchen go upstairs, after hugging her parents close, wiping the tears from her mother’s face, kissing her cheeks, and then taking the private box of loving words up to her room. Tyler loved these people as much as he loved his own family.

  He was filled with gratitude toward the young Marine who had come into Kate’s mom’s life, into her heart, and departed this world, making the ultimate sacrifice and leaving behind some little piece of magic, the magic that was Gretchen.

  He knew this was something that could happen to him and Kate. And he realized right then that Kate’s mom had made the right choice. She went on with her life. She created as perfect a world as she could, gave her baby a father, a good man, who would always love Gretchen as his own child.

  It was part of what made his relationship so special with Kate. They had fragile hours, fragile times that could be brought to an abrupt end so easily. And he wanted to do his job. He wanted to be the guy everyone depended on. And yes, even with the potential of sacrifice, he still wanted to do it.

  Kate had been pensive. “I think it affects me as much as I know it affects Gretchen,” Kate said to him while she sat by the open window of the Inn where they were staying. The night breeze had brushed clean her beautiful face, ruffling her hair, making it dance while she sat and watched the lights flickering on the trees outside. The downtown area was always brightly lit, like Christmas, she’d told him. One year they decided to leave all those decorations up year-round.

  They had put a deposit down on a house not too far from Nick and Devon’s winery. Kate wanted to work with Nick on the winery project, along with Cooper’s father-in-law and several others of the SEAL Team 3 investors who were part owners. The little cottage was barely larger than the one Kate used to live in when they’d first met. But anything with Kate was just right. The size of his life was just right. The size of his job was just right. The size of his love would be growing forever.

  “My time,” he said as he drew her up to her feet. “Remember?” he said as he showed her two fingers and then pointed them at his own eyes. “Eyes focused on me.”

  “Yes, Tyler. My eyes always will be focused on you.”

  He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip and then pressed his against her mouth. “We are the lucky ones, Kate. We have today. So many people don’t even find a today like this.”

  She hugged him. He could feel dampness on his arm. He stroked the back of her head, fingers lazily kneading through her hair.

  “No more tears, okay?” he said as he pulled back and lifted her chin. “Love me like that first time in Portland. That first night, when we found ourselves under the umbrella in the rain. Remember that night?”

  “I do.” She smiled and showed him with her ha
nds.

  “I can see you do. We’ll have lots of nights like these. Our stories will go on for decades. Old and toothless. I told the guys that once. They thought I was nuts.”

  Tyler would remember the beautiful sex that night. He wasn’t going to tell her he’d always remember her face in the moonlight as she cried out for him, as her thighs hugged his hips and he felt her shudder beneath him. How it would be the last thing he would think about if his time ever came. How she made him feel. How she brought joy, and that ache of hoping to God he didn’t have to ever live without her.

  All her soft places were stronger and harder than his. All her sighs held worlds of possibility. He wanted to experience every crevice of her body, every thought of her mind. Everything from the way she folded her clothes to the way she dug in the garden. He’d read books to her. He’d rub her feet and change diapers if that were granted. He’d rub her back when she was tired and he’d tell her she was the most beautiful woman in the world when she was past her prime. He never wanted her to feel anything but loved.

  She was what he’d always wanted. She was, after all, his heart, and always would be.

  The End

  Sharon Hamilton

  NY Times and USA/Today and Amazon Top 100 Bestselling Author Sharon Hamilton’s SEAL Brotherhood series has earned her Amazon author rankings of #1 in Romantic Suspense, Military Romance and Contemporary Romance. Her characters follow a sometimes rocky road to redemption through passion and true love. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany earned her a #1 Amazon author ranking in Gothic Romance.

  A lifelong organic vegetable and flower gardener, Sharon and her husband live in the Wine Country of Northern California, where most of her stories take place.

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