Distant Shores, Silent Thunder

by Radclyffe

  Without a second’s hesitation, Allie reached for the hem of the sleeveless, low-cut silk tee and pulled it off over her head. She wore nothing beneath it. Bri, who had come to stand beside Reese, turned bright red. Reese’s expression never changed.

  “I can’t wear a bra with one of these,” Allie explained nonchalantly. “The straps just ruin the look.”

  Reese dabbed a tiny amount of skin adhesive just below Allie’s right breast and slightly off center toward the midline. After waiting twenty seconds, she carefully pressed the tiny microphone to the spot. Her movements were precise and certain, and she managed the maneuver without touching Allie’s body anywhere. When she gave the thin wire a brief tug, the microphone remained securely in place.

  “Good.” Then Reese applied the adhesive in two or three more spots leading down Allie’s abdomen and around her flank to the middle of her back, fixing the wire in place. The transmitter was a box about the size of a deck of playing cards.

  “I can’t wear that back there,” Allie said matter-of-factly. “My jeans are cut low and if my blouse rides up, that’s going to show.”

  “It’s the most secure spot.”

  Bri shook her head. “That might work on a guy, but not a girl. Not at a party. Someone’s going to put their hand there. It’s just natural.”

  Reese frowned and surveyed Allie’s outfit. Her jeans were skintight, and if they were any lower, they would be illegal. “You’re going to have to change into something a lot looser.”

  “I can’t. It’s not my style, and if whoever was watching us in the bar is there, they’re going to know something’s up if I walk in wearing a baggy T-shirt and cargo pants.” Allie looked from Reese to Bri. “Just wire Bri. We’ll be together, so I won’t need one.”

  “Not possible,” Reese said shortly. “If you get separated, I won’t be able to monitor you.”

  “I’m not letting her out of my sight,” Bri said immediately.

  “You don’t know what’s going to happen once you get inside,” Reese insisted. “You both go wired or you don’t go at all.”

  Allie shrugged. “OK. Put it on my back, but higher up. Not where you’d put your hand if we were dancing. That’s—”

  “I think I can figure that out,” Reese said dryly.

  Bri glared at Allie, who smiled sweetly back.

  *

  At shortly before 10 p.m. on Saturday night, Reese followed Bri’s motorcycle along Route 6 East into Wellfleet. Nelson sat silently beside her in the Blazer, his hands pressed flat to his thighs, his eyes riveted to the two figures on the bike as they were intermittently illuminated by the headlights of the SUV.

  “You sure we’ll be able to hear them the whole time?”

  Reese answered his question exactly the same way she had the previous four times he’d asked. “Yes. These are powerful transmitters, and we should be able to get very close. I imagine there are going to be plenty of cars around, and one more won’t matter.”

  “If the locale they gave Allie over the phone is legit, we’re going to be in a sparsely populated area very near the ocean side of the Cape. There might not be much in the way of cover. It could be one of those big solitary beach houses, which makes sense, if there’s a lot of money involved.”

  “We’ll be able to hear them,” Reese repeated with certainty. Allie had been given directions but no specific location. Just follow the crowd, honey, the anonymous male had said. So Nelson and Reese hadn’t been able to do any advance planning beyond placing cruisers in the general area to move in once the target was identified.

  “I don’t know why I ever thought I could stand having her on the job,” Nelson mumbled as he chewed a Tums.

  “How about because she’s a natural at it, and you’re proud of her.”

  “Hmmph.”

  “Here we go,” Reese said quietly as the big Harley in front of them turned off 6 behind several other vehicles onto a much smaller road like so many that wound through the dunes along the coastline. Nelson turned on the receiver and adjusted the volume. All they could hear was the roar of the engine. Ten minutes later, Bri banked into a driveway that presumably led to a house that was hidden from view by a thick stand of trees.

  “Damn it. We’re not going to be able to follow them up there,” Nelson said in frustration.

  Reese drove another fifty yards until she could pull off the road and nosed the SUV into the trees so that it was less visible to casual inspection. “Looks like we’re going for a walk.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “I could do this a lot better if I took the wrist immobilizer off,” KT grumbled.

  Pia tightened her arms around KT’s neck and settled more closely into the curves of her body. “You’re doing just fine.”

  KT nestled her face into the lush thickness of Pia’s hair and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of Pia pressing everywhere against her—Pia’s soft, warm skin brushing over the curve of her neck, Pia’s breasts caressing teasingly against her achingly sensitive nipples, Pia’s abdomen and thighs cleaved to hers. Everywhere so good, everywhere so breathlessly exciting. She rubbed the fingertips of her right hand in the hollow at the base of Pia’s spine, gently echoing the circular motion with her hips. When Pia sighed into her neck, a soft low moan of pleasure, KT’s heart lurched and her blood raced toward the boiling point.

  “God,” Pia murmured, “you’re good at this.”

  “You should see what I can do with two hands.”

  Pia leaned back in the circle of KT’s arms and gave her a heavy-lidded, hazy-eyed look, her full lips parted into a lazy smile. “Considering that we’re in a room with a hundred other people, it’s probably better that you only have the use of one.”

  KT was dimly aware of the other dancers and of the low, heavy beat of music keeping time with the pulse of blood deep in her belly, but her senses registered only the heat of Pia’s body and the fine mist of excitement on her skin and the hunger in her eyes. “You’re all I can see, all I can feel.” She brushed her lips over Pia’s forehead, then her lips. “You’re all I think about.”

  “I like that,” Pia whispered. She combed her fingers through KT’s hair and caressed the back of her neck with one hand while bringing the other to rest between them in the center of KT’s chest. As they swayed to the music, she danced her fingers over the inner curves of KT’s breasts. “I like that a lot.”

  “You’re driving me out of my mind, Pia.” KT’s voice was a desperate groan. Her thighs trembled with the effort it took not to pump her hips in response to the insistent pulsations between her legs.

  Marveling at the hard point of KT’s nipple against her palm, Pia skimmed her lips along the curve of KT’s ear. “I like that a lot, too.” It was true. So true. Never before had she taken such delight in another woman’s desire for her. Never before had she felt the exquisite pleasure of being wanted with a force that equaled her own. She’d had relationships with women she’d cared for, women whom she’d admired and respected and liked, women who had excited her with their kisses and their caresses, but never—never—a woman who made her yearn so desperately to give of herself and to take from her until she was empty and completely filled.

  “Baby, stop,” KT implored when Pia’s fingers closed around her nipple and gently squeezed. She couldn’t breathe. She could barely see. “I can’t take it.”

  Pia wanted more, not less. She wanted to feel KT quiver again the way she just had. She wanted to hear that swift intake of breath and the barely stifled moan. She wanted KT to touch her and quench the fires that threatened to consume her. She wanted. Oh, how she wanted. “We can either go outside on the deck and cool off, or we can go back to my house and do what we both want.”

  Summoning every ounce of resolve left to her, KT found Pia’s hand, turned, and led her through the crowd toward the rear of the dance floor and the deck beyond.

  *

  “You ready to party, babe?” Bri inquired as she and Allie walked hand in hand
up the sidewalk to the front door of a multistory, rambling wood-framed home that stood on a tree-studded knoll above the beach and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. She wondered briefly as she spoke the prearranged words to signal that they were about to enter the house if Reese or her father could actually hear her. Then she put the question from her mind. They were out there. They said they would be.

  “Can’t wait for the fun to begin,” Allie replied, squeezing Bri’s fingers as much for her own reassurance as Bri’s.

  At Bri’s knock, a sandy-haired man in his thirties opened the door and greeted them with a wide smile. He stood with his body blocking the entrance, one arm extended along the door, sweeping his gaze over them with practiced calculation.

  “Hey, girls! Glad you could make it. Tom tell you about our little gathering?”

  Allie wrapped her arm around Bri’s waist and gave him a disdainful look. “Nuh-uh. Jimmy. And he said that Karl would take care of us.”

  “You got that right, honey,” their host responded, apparently satisfied with the information since he pushed the door all the way open. “I’m Karl. Come on in.”

  *

  Tory leaned back into the corner of the couch in Jean and Kate’s living room, glancing at the baby monitor by her elbow as she stretched her legs out to the hassock at her feet. She fidgeted, unable to get comfortable and irritated by a nagging headache that just wouldn’t go away. When she heard Jean’s voice coming through the monitor, singing softly to Regina in the other room, her throat suddenly felt tight. She glanced at Kate, who was smiling tenderly. “I don’t know how I’d manage without the two of you looking after Regina. I can’t imagine how women without family to help out survive.”

  “Believe me,” Kate said, “we couldn’t be happier doing it.” A hint of sadness tinged her eyes. “Jean and I would’ve loved to have had children together, but it just wasn’t to be.”

  “Well, I’m eternally grateful. Dinner tonight was great, too.”

  Kate propped her feet on a matching footstool and studied Tory intently. “Reese is out on some kind of operation, isn’t she?”

  Tory nodded. “Yes. How did you know?”

  “Because you were very quiet during dinner, and Reese left immediately after, and you haven’t been able to settle since then even though you’re clearly exhausted.”

  “I can’t rest when she’s out doing something like this.”

  “The baby is asleep and is likely to be for a good part of the night. Why don’t you at least close your eyes and rest.”

  “I’m not sure if it’s having Regina and all the responsibility that goes along with that or if it’s just that the longer we’re together, the more I realize how much I need Reese, but it seems to be getting harder for me to tolerate her job.” Tory grimaced. “Reese would hate that if she knew it.”

  “You know she’s very, very good and very, very careful. She wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you or Regina.”

  Not if she could help it. The words hung in the air as Tory nodded, suddenly very tired. “Do you know that her father met her in Boston a few weeks ago?”

  Kate gave a startled gasp. “No. She didn’t tell me. Is everything all right?”

  “For the time being, I think so.” Tory hesitated, but she’d been keeping the secret too long, and she couldn’t bear to continue to carry it alone. “He hinted that a major military action was coming and that Reese might be activated.”

  “Every time I hear about the escalation of violence somewhere in the world, I think about Reese going,” Kate confided. “But then, I was married to a marine and was always prepared for him to be gone. Before Reese was born, he did two tours in Vietnam.”

  “Was that hard?” Tory asked quietly.

  “Yes,” Kate answered truthfully, holding Tory’s gaze. “It was very hard. But as much as I wanted him to come home, I was proud, too. It was a very tumultuous period in my life.”

  “I can’t get used to the idea,” Tory admitted. “I’m used to her going away for her reserve weekends and the two weeks during the summer, but I never really thought about her serving in a war zone. God, I just can’t imagine it.”

  “There’s no reason you should be able to,” Kate said kindly.

  “I don’t want her to go.” Tory said evenly as she met Kate’s eyes without flinching. “I want her here with me and Regina. Where she belongs.”

  “Did you tell her that?” Kate asked calmly.

  “Yes.” Tory drew a long breath. “Then I told her that if the time ever comes, I want her to do what she feels she needs to do.”

  “That was a gift. She would have needed to hear that from you.”

  Tory laughed without humor. “I wish I’d screamed and hollered and told her absolutely no way was she going. That she was to march right down to the Marine Reserve office and resign immediately.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  “Because of who she is. Because I love her so much.” Tory’s voice broke, and she looked away. When she looked back at Kate, her eyes glistened with tears. “If it happens, do you think she’ll go?”

  Kate’s expression softened. “Yes.”

  “So do I,” Tory whispered.

  *

  “How’s the reception?” Nelson whispered, puffing only slightly from their rapid traverse over the hilly ground to a point where they could see the front door.

  “Should be excellent.” Reese surveyed their surroundings. “Depending on the terrain, we’re good for up to two thousand feet with the SR-697.”

  The SR-697 was a portable, multichannel audio body-wire receiver designed for the field. With it, Reese could monitor several audio bands and listen to both Bri’s and Allie’s conversations. Depending on ambient noise levels in the house, she could also pick up a fair amount of background chatter as well. The device had recording capabilities, and the tape was time and date stamped. Nelson had gotten a special warrant allowing them to employ wireless surveillance, so anything recorded would be admissible in court. “This location looks good. We have a sightline to the door and no major obstacle interference.” She toggled the frequency indicator, an expression of intense concentration on her face. “Got them both.”

  “I’ll radio Wellfleet and key them to our location.” Nelson had organized the joint operation with the Wellfleet sheriff’s department, insisting that he and Reese take the lead and Wellfleet back up with cruisers around the perimeter, waiting to move in if a bust went down. Because it was Nelson’s people undercover, Wellfleet had readily agreed.

  “They’re not going to be able to set up on this road,” Reese observed, listening to Bri and Allie introduce themselves to what sounded like a group of college students who had come over to the Cape from Boston for the weekend. “Maybe a parallel road where they can access the rear of the house to cover that exit. Failing that, at the junction with the main road. The last thing we want is for someone on the way to the party to see them.”

  Nelson merely grunted. They both knew that the more people involved in an undercover surveillance operation, the more likely the chance of exposure. Although they regarded the risk of violence to be relatively low, that was far from certain. And Allie and Bri were unarmed.

  “How long do you figure to get to them from here?”

  “Thirty seconds.”

  He clenched his jaw and said nothing. Thirty seconds was a lifetime.

  *

  Pia leaned back against KT and lifted her face into the breeze. The rear deck of the Pied stood directly on the beach overlooking Provincetown Harbor. At high tide, the water rose under the deck. The tide was out now, and reflections from the running lights of the many sailboats moored in the shelter of the breakwater shimmered and danced off the dark surface of the water, blending with the paler glow of the moonlight bathing the sea. Thousands of times she’d witnessed the eerie beauty of the ocean as it slumbered beneath the stars, but she had never tired of it. Tonight, with the warmth of KT’s body surrounding her, she felt the rhythm o
f the tide flowing in her blood and the steady cadence of the waves pulsing in her depths. That wonder was echoed by the sweet harmony of passion and peace that settled in the very heart of her.

  “I’ve fallen in love with you,” Pia said simply.

  “Pia,” KT moaned, her mouth against Pia’s temple.

  Pia intertwined her fingers with KT’s and guided KT’s palm to the undersurface of her own breast, where she pressed it gently over her rapidly beating heart. “You are not required to answer. I just wanted to...say it.”

  “You know I’m a decade older than you are?” KT murmured.

  “Is there some significance to that?” Pia asked quietly, folding her arms over KT’s, holding KT even as KT held her.

  “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the last ten—no—make it twenty years.”

  “I don’t want to minimize your past,” Pia replied, leaning her head back against KT’s shoulder, “but your past is not about me. This moment, last weekend with my parents, tomorrow—those are about me. About us.”

  “I’m trying to tell you that I’m a lousy risk, Pia. And you’re—God, you’re—”

  “What?” Pia turned around and put both hands on KT’s shoulders, looking intently into her eyes. “I’m what, KT? Incapable of making a mistake? Incapable of being selfish or stubborn or foolish? Do you think because no one ever made me want to give everything, to feel everything...” She pressed close to KT, her lips skimming KT’s mouth, and when she spoke again her voice was low, husky with desire. “Just because no one has ever made me want their hands all over me the way I want yours, that I’m special?”