Chapter Nine
A month later Marco was still waiting. It irritated him on some level that Alana would not open up to him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Pushing her might just push her away. He knew what he was about to do was wrong but he couldn’t help it.
McKenna had hinted it was something more than just a regular wreck. He couldn’t ask her friend about that. He would never betray her trust and it was something that Marco admired about the man.
It only took a few clicks on a search engine and he found the first reports of the accident that changed her life.
Local Hero Killed by Drunken Cop.
He read through the article that spoke of the repeated violations of the policeman and how he had blood alcohol over twice the limit. In fact, the bastard had used his authority and threatened a patrolman’s career earlier that night when he’d been stopped.
The uproar that followed filled the paper for weeks. The cop had been white. With Alana’s father being Hawaiian and a decorated Marine, the anger exploded. There were pictures of Alana. Lord, she had been young. Just eighteen. He recognized McKenna and an older woman in the pictures. His chest tightened when he saw the haunted expression on her face.
There were reports of a settlement and the scandal disappeared from the papers. He was about to close out the browser when he saw an engagement announcement for Alana Kailikea and Peter Messinger.
He read through it realizing it had only been months after the settlement had been announced. Then, nothing. There was no mention why they broke it off, why he wasn’t part of her life anymore.
Frustrated, he sat back in his chair and stared at the screen. He was irritated he hadn’t known she’d been engaged, but his mind kept going back to that picture of her in the airport. He pulled it back up again.
His family was a pain. They were Italian so that meant they were loud and meddled in each other’s business a little too much. Still, he couldn’t imagine life without them. He knew that no matter what, he could call on one of them or all of them for support. Alana had no one. No aunts or uncles, no cousins. The only person she had in the world was McKenna and his Tutu. That was until now.
He heard her SUV in the driveway. He glanced out the window and watched her hop down.
How did someone recover from that? From losing almost everyone she cared for, and still be so happy. She smiled as she walked to her front door and he was sure she was humming one of those Hawaiian songs she always seemed to have in her head.
He had loved her before, admired her even, but now…he was stunned.
He walked over to her house trying his best to come up with a way to talk to her about what he had discovered. But when she opened the door his brain went blank. She was wearing a long sundress that hugged her curves. Her feet were bare and her red toenails peeked out from beneath the skirt of her dress.
“Hey, Marco, I didn’t know you were going to be home.”
“Took the afternoon off.” He stopped on the top step. “Hey, babe.”
Her smile widened. “Hey, yourself.”
Marco couldn’t say what he wanted. He admired the fact she hadn’t wasted her money. That she had spent the last few years building a charity that helped others to honor her parents. She would be upset if she found out that he had been snooping. So, instead he decided to show her.
He kissed her. Cupping her face, he deepened the kiss. He backed her into the house and closed the door behind him. Then, without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and walked her into her bedroom. He broke the kiss only to set her on the bed.
She leaned back, the smile on her face touching something primitive in him. He thought he knew what it was to love someone. For growing up in a house dominated by men, their mother had made sure they all knew they were loved and emotions were regularly talked about.
Now he found himself speechless. Knowing what she had overcome and just how much more beautiful she was for having survived it humbled him. She had done it with the support of only a few people.
“Marco?”
He shook his head, but he couldn’t say anything. There was a lump in his throat and his chest was tight. So, instead, he decided to show her. He slipped onto the bed. He slid her dress off her, leaving her completely nude.
“If I had known you were naked under there, I don’t think I would have made it to your bedroom.”
She chuckled and there was no blushing. He had done his damnedest to get her to leave her inhibitions behind. It hadn’t been that hard.
“Yeah, well, SEAL, I’m kind of waiting for you to reciprocate there.”
He smiled and took off his clothes. He laid on top of her. Tasting every inch of her. She was a delight of curves that he could explore endlessly. Soon, though it was too much for them. Once he had the condom on, he rolled them over the bed. She gasped as she tried to steady herself, her long, lean legs straddling his hips. His cock twitched, eager to plunder, but in this, he wanted her in control. He wanted her to take what she wanted.
“Take me in.”
She lifted herself up to her knees, and she slid down his shaft. Damn she was hot, wet and tight. She rode him then, slowly at first, but soon her movements grew more frantic. She had her head thrown back, her long hair tickling his legs and she moaned his name. The sight of her in the throes of her orgasm sent him over the edge. He thrust up into her one more time and followed her.
She collapsed on top of him, hugging her body against him.
“That was definitely a wonderful homecoming.”
He tried to smile, but since he knew she could see him, he said nothing. Within moments, her breathing was even, telling him she had fallen asleep.
Marco stared at the ceiling wondering just how he was ever going to get her to open up to him.
* * * *
Alana was in her kitchen watching the ocean surf out her window the next morning when the phone rang. It was Colin.
“This must be a record for you to be up at sunrise on the weekend.”
“I have bad news.”
She wanted to joke, but there was something in his voice.
“What is it?”
He sighed. “Pete’s been arrested.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I thought it was your Tutu.”
“No, but the word on the street is they found out he’d weaseled himself into some rich woman’s bed.”
“It is his pattern.”
“There are going to be questions. There already is, in fact.”
“About what?”
“What kind of information did he have for the Kailikea Foundation?”
She set her cup down. “I gave him no access. None. You know that.”
“I’m sorry, love, but there are going to be questions. Just be ready for them.”
“Okay.”
“Feel like spending the day together?”
“Marco’s off for the day.”
“Good, at least you won’t be worrying about it, then.”
“I won’t worry another day about that bastard.”
“What bastard?”
Marco’s quiet question startled her. Just like always, he had slipped into her house and she hadn’t heard him.
She turned around and looked at him. He was wearing his workout clothes but held no expression on his face.
“I gotta go, Colin. I’ll talk to you later.”
After hanging up, she said, “No one really. Just a guy I used to know.”
He said something under his breath and turned to walk down the hall to her bedroom.
“Marco?” she asked. She was getting up to follow him when he came back in with his clothes from the day before.
She looked at the bag then back up to his face. “I thought we were spending the day together.”
“I don’t know if I can be around you right now.”
“You’ve heard the news about Pete?”
“No. Why don’t I know about him? Why have you never told me about him?”
His anger lashed out at her. Alana was used to his cool demeanor. She didn’t know what to say to him when he was like this.
“Why can’t you open up to me?” he asked, frustration lacing his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“You think I don’t know that your family was killed by a drunk driver? A cop with a history of drinking and driving and that you were rewarded money for it?”
She was stunned. “Were you spying on me?”
“No. Yes. Not really.”
She would have been amused if she wasn’t so pissed. And scared. She was damned scared and she didn’t know why.
“Which is it?”
“You said they died, in a wreck. I looked it up. And you didn’t tell me about your fiancé either.”
He spat it out as if accusing her.
Panic twisted her gut. She had learned long ago that men used what they knew about you.
Marco wouldn’t.
She shook that thought away. She might want that to be true, but the news of Pete’s arrest brought back everything. The lies, the embarrassment.
“Listen, Marco, if you want to end this, you don’t have to fabricate a fight.”
His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I understood when we got together that it wouldn’t last. You’re going to be gone soon, or some time and you were just passing the time.”
For a few moments, he said nothing. He studied her as if she were a puzzle he wanted to figure out. He walked up to her, grabbed her and slammed his mouth down on hers. “I was not just passing the time.”
Then he marched out of her house. Drained, she collapsed on the couch. Her phone rang with Colin’s ringer. She wasn’t in the mood, but she knew he would just keep calling until she answered.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, that doesn’t sound good. I guess I can wait on the news.”
“Great, more news. What now?”
He sighed. “That’s not important. What happened now? You sound like you’ve been crying.”
“I had a fight with Marco.”
“About what?”
“He said that I had been hiding things from him.”
“And? Have you?”
She closed her eyes. “No. Yes. Maybe.”
“Honey, I know that you think you need to protect yourself from him, but you don’t. That man wouldn’t hurt you.”
She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and she brushed it away refusing to give in. The fear that she had from the time she was eighteen bubbled up.
“He’ll leave. Everyone leaves.”
“No, they don’t. I’m still here.”
“But…”
“I think I need to make a trip to the mainland and kill that bastard. At least I know where he is.”
“Colin, really. Stop talking about beating Pete up. He’s going to have enough worries now that he’s the pretty man in prison.”
He chuckled. “Still. I want to kick his ass for making you doubt someone like Santini.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“What then?”
She sighed. “When Pete left, I was hurt, but it was my pride more than anything else. It wasn’t my heart. I realize that now. But, with my folks…” She took a moment to gather herself. Otherwise she would be crying on the phone to Colin. “Everyone leaves sometime.”
He sighed. “You have to take a risk, Alana.”
“But, I could get hurt.”
She hated to admit she was afraid. Afraid of being so in love with a man who risked his life for a living. One who would never give it up. And she couldn’t ask him to do that because it was so much a part of him. It was one of the things she admired about him.
“Part of the reason you love the man is because he is so committed to what he sees as his duty.”
“I know that. Don’t you think that I know that?” She shouted into the phone. “It’s what makes him so wonderful.”
“He’s a good man, Alana. And I’m pretty sure he loves you.”
“He’s never said it.”
“Have you told him you love him?”
She said nothing.
“Pot meet kettle. Take a risk, tell him, love. Don’t let him get away.”
She hung up and stared out the window again. She did love him. From the beginning she had known she would fall hard and she had tried her best to resist that. It was more than the sex. It was the way he made her laugh. And every now and then, he would look at her, just a look. It made her heart feel like it was turning over in her chest.
With a sigh, she decided to take that chance Colin talked about. When she thought of never seeing Marco again…of being a stranger to him…that hurt worse than even thinking he wouldn’t be there all the time.
A few minutes later she was frowning. His car was gone. He had run off. Damn him. If he didn’t come soon, she might lose her nerve and it would be all his fault. When she realized she was crying again, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes. If he was going to be like that she would use different tactics. She marched back to her house. She had a plan and when that man got home he would have to answer to her.
Chapter Ten
Marco was pissed. Beyond pissed. He wanted to smash something, to beat people up. But, he couldn’t. Part of the reason was because it was his own fault for upsetting Alana. Part of the blame was hers, but he shouldn’t have pushed her. He pulled into the driveway and forced himself not to look at her house. When he parked in front of his cottage, he saw a light on. He thought he had turned it off, but then, he wasn’t in the best frame of mind.
Marco walked up the stairs to the front door, but it was unlocked. He frowned and opened the door. She was sitting there in his kitchen. Just seeing her there made his heart ache.
“I don’t think you’re allowed in my kitchen without my permission.”
She gave him a nasty look. “I own the house.”
Oh, so that’s how it was now. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you, but you had ran away like a little girl afraid to fight.”
“And so you decided to break the lease and come into my house without my permission?”
“Maybe for my next tenant I’ll add a clause for when he acts like a coward.”
For a second, he didn’t know what to say. First, she was yelling at him. And she was pissed. He didn’t think he had ever seen her pissed before this. Where was the sweet woman he fell in love with?
“I did not.”
She stood up then poked him in the chest. “Yes. You. Did.”
Damn, that hurt. He rubbed his chest. She had some damn strong fingers for a woman.
“And another thing, Santini, I am not in the mood for you to be telling me I’m holding things back from you. Do you realize how much you hide from me?”
“There are things I can’t tell you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Or what? You’ll have to kill me?”
He said nothing. His head still couldn’t function. She was yelling at him like he had done something wrong.
“You know what? When you get the nerve to be truthful with me, you get back to me, okay?”
With that, she brushed past him and stomped out of his house. He stood there stunned, trying to figure out just what happened. He had been the one mad because she had been mean to him. Not mean, but secretive. Okay not that. But…shit, he had no idea why he was mad now.
One thing he did know was that she had no right to be mad at him. Wasn’t that just like a woman? Irritated he strode out of his house and made his way to hers. Then, he heard her walking down to the beach. He should probably wait until she got back, but he was too irritated to listen to his better judgments. He followed her and found her with her arms crossed and frowning out at the ocean.
“I have a bone to pick with you, woman.”
He ignored the interested looks from bystanders. People in the area knew Alana, and there looked to be a few lo
cals hanging around. He didn’t care.
“Go away.”
“No. I don’t feel like it. I want to have this out. You think I hide things from you. What? You know my family, you know me.”
“You don’t talk about work, ever. You don’t tell me what’s going on, or that you might have to deploy at sometime. You act like I can’t know anything.”
He hadn’t talked about work because he had worried that she would run the other direction. Women weren’t always comfortable knowing what being involved with him would be like. For a lot of spouses, men and women, it was a bit too much to take. So, to protect himself, he had kept it from her. And now, he realized she was right. He had been as bad as she.
“Alana.”
“No, I don’t want to talk right now.”
She still sounded mad, so he was completely undone when he stepped in front of her and found her face soaked with tears.
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“I said, go away. I don’t want you to apologize because you feel sorry for me.”
He stared at her. The woman had no idea what he saw in her. “Feel sorry for you?”
“Yes,” she said. “I won’t have it.”
“Why should I feel sorry for a woman who lives in a multimillion dollar home, fills her life with things that make her happy?”
She looked away from him.
“Not gonna touch that, are you?”
She still said nothing. He hated the silent treatment, especially when it was done on him. He had always been the master of the silent treatment growing up, but it was pretty shitty to have someone use it back on him.
“So, you’re feeling sorry for yourself because we had a fight.”
“You said I hid things.”
“You do.” She gave him what she called her stink eye and he had to fight the urge to laugh. Her eyes were swollen, her face was smeared with tears and dammit she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him. “But, I know I do too. I’ll be honest with you.”
“That would be nice.”
“I’m not used to sharing things with other people. With a family like mine…I love them but there were times when they could be overbearing. Add in my job and I am just used to observing. But it’s who I am and I can’t change some aspects of it.”
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