by Maya Banks
Cole sobered and then stared over at his team leader. “How’s this going to play out for me and P.J. being on the same team?”
Steele was silent for a moment.
“I won’t sacrifice my relationship with her for a job,” Cole said.
Steele snorted. “It’s a good damn thing, because I have no intention of letting either one of you go. It’s annoying the shit out of me that I’m going to be out of action for the next while because two of my team members are going to be laid up and then you’re probably going to want time off for a goddamn honeymoon.”
Cole grinned. A honeymoon sounded pretty damn good. He glanced to where P.J. was passed out on the couch. They both had some healing to do, but the future was looking pretty damn bright.
Then he looked back to Steele and sobered. “How is this going to go down with Sam? I know we fucked up. I’ll take full responsibility.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Steele said rudely. “I’ll take care of Sam.”
Cole grinned and relaxed. Steele was a complete hardass but Cole wouldn’t work for anyone else in the world. The day Steele no longer led a KGI team was the day Cole hung up his gun and became an average Joe with a nine-to-five job.
“Get some rest,” Steele said. “We don’t land for several more hours and you’re going straight to the base hospital.”
Cole groaned. “I swear, they need to just reserve a room with my name on it as many damn times as I’ve been in there.”
“Between you and P.J., they’re going to need to name an entire wing for you,” Steele said dryly.
CHAPTER 39
P.J. was technically released from the hospital before Cole, but she’d insisted on staying by his bedside until the army doctor thought he was well enough to be discharged.
Steele arrived on the day Cole was being released. In terse tones, he told them that Sam wanted the team at the KGI compound. He wouldn’t say anything more when pressed, and that worried P.J.
It was the day of reckoning. A day she’d known would come. She just wished Cole and the rest of her team wasn’t involved.
The ride from Fort Campbell to the KGI compound was tense and silent. Cole’s hand crept over P.J.’s and he squeezed as if to say it would be all right. But neither spoke, and she knew that the impending confrontation weighed heavily on Cole’s mind every bit as much as it did on hers.
Even Dolphin, who typically had something to say for every occasion, was as silent as the rest of the team.
Steele drove while P.J. and Cole sat in the middle seat with Renshaw and Baker in the back. Dolphin rode shotgun, and it was the longest P.J. could ever remember no words being exchanged between the teammates.
Were they angry with her? Resentful? Pissed because she’d dragged them into her own personal vendetta?
She was torturing herself with all the possibilities.
By the time they pulled into the compound, P.J. was a wreck.
They parked outside the war room and got out, Dolphin and Steele helping P.J. and Cole. But she was determined to walk into this meeting with no vulnerability. She didn’t want it said she played on anyone’s sympathies, so she shook off Dolphin’s supportive arm and strode toward the entrance, ignoring the protests of her leg.
Her face was a mess, bruised and still swollen from her fight with Brumley. The X-rays had shown no fracture of her jaw, though Cathy had sworn it was broken when P.J. had been brought in.
Chewing would be tough for a while, but she could deal.
She punched in the security code to gain access into the war room and she walked—or rather strode stiffly in her attempt not to limp—into the room where the Kelly brothers were gathered.
She frowned as she glanced around. It was just the Kellys; well, not even all of them. Nathan and Joe weren’t present.
Hell, not even Ethan was there, which meant that this was going to be a come-to-Jesus moment between the three men who officially ran KGI and the team that was in the proverbial dog house.
“P.J.,” Donovan said in greeting. “I’d say you’re looking good, but even I can’t pull off that kind of lie with a straight face.”
She relaxed at the teasing and grinned crookedly at him. Damn, but it even hurt to smile.
The rest of her team filed in behind her, and an awkward silence fell over the room.
Cole came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close to him. It was obvious he was sending a message to everyone. He was with her. He had her back, and whatever affected her, affected him.
Sam cleared his throat and leaned against the edge of the large planning table in the middle of the room. Donovan and Garrett flanked him, and all of their expressions were serious.
“We have a serious problem here,” Sam began. “KGI as an organization can’t be associated with vigilantism. The Austrian government is screaming. The U.S. government is screaming. Resnick is screaming. And I’m stuck playing dumb about it all. While the respective governments may swallow my cock-and-bull story, Resnick’s not going to bite. He knows better.”
“Fuck him,” Cole said rudely.
Donovan coughed and covered his mouth. P.J. could swear he was holding back laughter, but then his expression reverted back to that pinched tight-ass look his brothers were wearing.
Sam held up a hand. “Resnick is mollified by the information we were able to provide him. Of course we wouldn’t explain how we came by it, but he’s about to cream himself because he has the leverage to bring down a lot of the big players in child trafficking, which in turn gives him more power, which in turn gives him more protection. He’s skated a pretty thin line with the shit that went down with Shea and Grace, and he’s spent plenty of time wondering when he was going to be taken out. This gives him plenty of insurance, so to speak. Before long, the damn president’s going to fear Resnick. If he doesn’t already.”
“So get to the point,” Steele said impatiently, speaking for the first time. “Two of my team members were only discharged from the hospital a couple of hours ago. You wanted us here, but they need to be in bed.”
Garrett cleared his throat. “After much discussion between the three of us, it’s been decided that as a disciplinary measure, Cole and P.J. are going to be put on administrative leave, effective immediately for a period of sixty days, and both will have to undergo a full medical exam and receive clearance from the physician before they can report back for duty.”
Cole’s brow furrowed. “Administrative leave? What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you’re out of action with pay for the next two months,” Donovan said, a twinkle in his eye.
“Steele, you’ll report to the KGI facilities five days from now with Dolphin, Renshaw and Baker and you’ll head training of the newest KGI team until we’re satisfied they’re capable of working on their own,” Sam continued. “They’re good. But good isn’t acceptable. We want the best.”
P.J. stared between the brothers, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Two months’ paid leave? Steele reporting to train new recruits? This all sounded like talking out the other side of their mouths. We have to sanction you, but oh, here’s your cushy punishment.
It sounded an awful lot like a way for her and Cole to recover with full pay and not feel pressured to return to the job too soon.
Her eyes stung and she hastily wiped at one with the back of her hand, embarrassed as hell that she was all choked up with emotion.
Damn but she loved working for these guys.
Even Steele wore a smirk that said he saw right through Sam’s bullshit.
Sam turned his gaze on Cole and P.J.
“I don’t want to see either of you for the next two months. I don’t even want to know you exist. For the next two months you’re straight civilians and I better not have to bail your asses out of trouble. Got it?”
P.J. and Cole both nodded at the same time, and Cole squeezed P.J.’s shoulders. She didn’t dare try to say anything, because she didn’t trust herself
not to do something completely stupid like get all choked up or, God forbid, start hugging people.
“That’s all I have to say,” Sam said. “You’re all dismissed. Steele, I’ll see you and your guys in five days. P.J. and Cole, I better not see you period.”
Grinning, her team turned to walk out the door. They all knew the entire disciplinary action was bullshit. As P.J. turned to walk out with Cole, Sam called out to her.
“P.J., a word if you don’t mind.”
She paused and then said to Cole, “Wait for me outside?”
Cole surprised her by kissing her right there in front of God and everybody. But then he had less of a problem with public displays of affection than P.J. did. She wasn’t as comfortable letting everyone in the world see into her personal life.
“I’ll be right outside,” he said as he walked behind Steele.
P.J. turned to Sam, feeling nervous now that it was just her and the Kelly brothers. But Garrett walked past her, evidently not hanging around for whatever Sam wanted to say to her. Donovan also left Sam’s side, but he stopped in front of P.J. and then pulled her into a hug.
“I’m very proud of you, P.J.,” he murmured against her ear. “And I’m damn glad you’re back where you belong.”
Her stomach dropped. She returned his hug fiercely, not even realizing until that moment just how much she needed to hear that.
He let her go, touched a finger to her bruised face and then followed Garrett out.
It was just her and Sam in the room and she bravely faced him, determined to take whatever it was he would say. She deserved his censure. Deserved it publicly, though she was grateful he seemed inclined to do it privately.
“How are you, really, P.J?” Sam asked quietly.
Startled, she could only stare at him. She didn’t even know how to answer his question, because in truth, she didn’t know how she was. She hadn’t had time to evaluate her situation or how she felt about anything at all, because her entire focus had been on Cole and his recovery.
“I think I’m okay,” she said truthfully. And maybe she was. She felt lighter. Not as weighed down. Not as angry.
“I’m glad to hear it. We’ve—I’ve—been worried about you. I don’t want to lose you. You’re too good. You’re family.”
Her mouth wobbled and she steeled herself, determined to be professional.
He blew out a long breath. “Officially I can’t sanction what you did. But off the record? I’m glad you kicked the ever-loving shit out of Brumley and his cronies, and I want you to know that officially or unofficially, I and KGI have your back. One hundred percent. Always. And don’t ever doubt it.”
Oh goddamn, she was never going to make it through this.
Sam leveled a stare at her that was so full of understanding and concern that her chest tightened and her throat swelled.
“When we went in and rescued Rachel, I had every intention of going back myself. For revenge. For information. I had every intention of doing whatever it took to get the information I needed and wanted so that I would know my family was safe.
“I understand how you feel, P.J., and I want you to know that I’m not judging you, because in your shoes, I would have done the exact same thing if what happened to you had happened to any member of my family. And you are family. In the future you should be willing, and I will demand that you be willing, to rely more heavily on your family instead of going it alone.
“I’m not pissed because you did what you did. I’m pissed because you thought you had to do it alone and that you couldn’t come to us for help. I would have used every resource available to KGI and to me personally to track that bastard down and make him pay. Never believe for one moment that you’re alone. Are we understood?”
Silent tears slipped down P.J.’s cheeks. It was too much. For too long she’d carried her burden alone, and now there were multiple people only too willing to share in that load.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He walked hesitantly toward her and then wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug.
“You just looked like you needed one,” he said. “Now get your ass out of here before Cole gets impatient and worried and comes back in after you. And I want you two to take it easy for the next two months and come back completely recovered.”
“Thank you,” she said as she pulled away. “For everything, Sam. For understanding.”
He smiled. “Just remember that you have people who care about you. And don’t be afraid to ask those people for help. You could have saved yourself a whole hell of a lot of trouble if you’d just stuck around.”
She nodded, not disputing his statement. Even though she didn’t regret the track she’d taken. She was at peace with her decisions. She was at peace with the choices she’d made. Now she just wanted to put it all behind her and move ahead with Cole.
She walked out into the sunlight, squinting at the wash of sunshine. Then she breathed in the sweet scent of honeysuckle she so associated with the lake and the KGI compound.
She didn’t have to look far to see Cole. He was waiting for her just a few feet away, and his whole face changed when he saw her.
He’d been talking with Dolphin, but as soon as he looked her way, his eyes softened with so much love that it made her weak. And a little scared.
Knowing someone cared about her that much meant she had the power to hurt them, and she’d do anything at all never to hurt Cole again.
As if sensing her inner turmoil, he broke away from Dolphin and walked slowly in her direction.
“Hey, everything okay?” he asked.
She leaned into him even though he hadn’t initiated contact. She just wanted that closeness and to be near him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, surprising him with her spontaneity.
He was likely thinking she was on the verge of meltdown because she’d just hugged him in front of everyone and didn’t give a shit who was looking on.
“I’m perfect now that I’m with you,” she said. “And now we have two whole months of nothing to do.”
Cole smiled. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something.”
CHAPTER 40
WARM hands slid sensuously over P.J.’s bare back, and she moaned softly, arching into Cole’s touch. Damn but the man was spoiling her sinfully.
His mouth soon followed and he kissed a line up her spine until he reached the sensitive skin at her nape. A full-body shiver overtook her despite the sun beating down on the both of them.
“I’m back,” he murmured against her ear.
She rolled on the beach towel, loving how his eyes darkened when he saw her breasts. “I noticed. What’d you bring me back?”
“Mmmm, depends on how good you’ve been,” he teased.
“I haven’t shown anyone my boobs but you,” she said.
He laughed. “Well, there is that, I guess.”
He stretched out on the towel next to her and handed her a yummy, fruity drink with one of those cute little umbrellas in it.
Then he extended his arms upward and made a big show of putting his hands behind his head.
“You know, as suspensions go, this one is pretty damn awesome,” Cole said.
P.J. chuckled. “You know as well as I do, they didn’t suspend us.”
“They’re good people,” Cole said seriously. He rolled to his side and rested his hand possessively on her naked hip. “So tell me something.”
“Something,” she replied quickly.
He gave her a light smack on the ass.
She grinned. “Okay, okay, what do you want to know?”
“You going to be okay working? I mean you and me. Same team. Like before?”
For a moment she was alarmed. Was he trying to say he had a problem with it?
He put a finger to her lips. “Don’t get all worked up, P.J. You’ve got to learn to stop jumping to conclusions. This is a conversation. Something two people who love each other have. It’s not the end of the
world. There are things we need to talk about. Work being one of them.”
She let out her breath, feeling like an idiot. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. And yeah, of course I’ll be okay working with you. I mean God, you gave me a heart attack. I thought you were going to suggest that one of us transfer to Rio’s team since he’s a man short.”
Cole’s expression darkened. “Hell no. I want you right where I can see you all the time. And as I’ve told you before, I like the idea of you guarding my six. I trust you more than I do anyone else and I know you’ll never let me down.”
She scooted in close and then rotated so she was staring down at him. Then she kissed him, long, hard and lusty.
“Damn straight I’ll never let you down,” she said huskily.
“Now on to the other things we need to talk about.”
She lifted an eyebrow.
He slid his hand over her ass and up her spine, rubbing back and forth. She didn’t even wonder if anyone could see. For one thing they were on a very private beach in Bora-Bora. They’d only run into two other people in all the time they’d spent in this particular little haven, and she knew for a fact Cole had coughed up a lot of money for exclusivity.
Right now she was thinking it was well worth whatever he’d had to pay.
“We’ve done everything in this relationship pretty much bass-ackward, so I figure a honeymoon before the wedding is pretty much par for the course, and this definitely should count as a honeymoon.”
Her eyes widened and she stared down. “Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?”
“Well I would if you’d let me finish,” he grumbled.
She lowered her mouth and proceeded to pepper every inch of his face with kisses. He laughed and finally pulled her away.
“Okay, okay, ask!” she said.
His eyes went soft and he touched her now-healed face, smoothing some of the sand off. “Will you marry me, Penelope Jane Rutherford?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“I like your enthusiasm,” he said with a grin.
But then her face fell and she glanced away.