5+Us Makes Seven: A Nanny Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Yeah? Why’s that?”

  “I don’t want to go into specifics. You know we’re on a tight deadline. If we’re doing this, we need to go now.”

  “Sure.” She patted her black messenger bag. “I have everything I need in here.”

  “You’re lucky. I wish my equipment was that light.” I smiled. “Let’s get out of here. Logan is driving us.”

  “You two friends?” she asked as we walked toward where the Humvees and trucks were parked.

  “You could say Army buddies I guess. We met in the military. I’m not sure if we’ll meet up after we get out. Why?”

  “Just curious. I want my piece on FOB Cobra to be human.”

  “You been at this journalism thing long?”

  “Ever since high school.”

  “And how many years is that?”

  “Are you asking my age, Cooper?”

  I grinned.

  “Not at all. Just curious.”

  We reached the parking area. Logan raised a hand into the air.

  “Let’s go, people!”

  “You’re in the back,” I said, opening the door.

  “As long as you don’t expect me to shoot the gun or anything.”

  “Only in the case of an emergency.”

  She smiled then climbed into the back. I got into the passenger seat, the butt of my M16A4 on the floorboard between my legs.

  “Let’s rock-and-roll,” Logan said.

  “Is he always this full of energy?” Jade asked, one hand on each of the two front seats.

  “You don’t know the half of it.”

  The Humvee slipped into gear and lurched forward, pushing her back.

  “Careful,” Logan yelled over the roar of the engine.

  I glanced back at her, impressed at her determination.

  “We’ll hand out medical supplies and water while we’re there,” I shouted.

  She stayed silent, looking out at the barren landscape. I turned forward and stared out the windshield, looking for anything out of the ordinary in the distance. In Afghanistan, anything could happen at any moment. The only ones who survived were the ones who stayed on their toes.

  Logan stepped on the gas pedal. The giant vehicle rushed forward. It would be a hell of a day.

  * * *

  Ten minutes later, we rolled up to the entrance of the village. An old man sat on a huge tire on the side of the road. I kept my eyes on him as we passed, not sure if I recognized him or not.

  “We’re here,” I said. “Be sure not to wander off.”

  “Trust me. I learned my lesson yesterday.”

  I turned to Logan.

  “Park by Aamir's house.”

  “Already on it.”

  “He’s the village elder,” I explained.

  “Have you known him long?”

  “Always with the questions, huh?”

  “It’s my job.”

  The Humvee stopped. Logan killed the engine. I opened the door and hopped out, waiting for Jade to climb down. At least a dozen village children swarmed around the vehicle, all excitedly raising their hands and yelling at the same time.

  “Enough!” Aamir said as he emerged from the house, stroking his long, white beard.

  At the sound of his voice, the children scattered.

  “Welcome, my friend Cooper,” he said, ignoring Jade’s presence.

  “Thank you, Aamir. I brought someone to talk with you. This is Jade.”

  She offered her hand. The old man stared at it as if she were offering him a pile of dung.

  “How are things?” I asked him, hoping to avoid a confrontation.

  Jade dropped her arm, not getting upset.

  “They are peaceful now,” he said. “Have you come for the samples?”

  I glanced over at Jade then back to him.

  “We’ll talk about that later,” I said. “We brought gifts. Maybe Jade can speak to your wife and daughters?”

  “Fine,” he said then raised his hand into the air.

  A half-dozen men all dressed in similar attire stepped out from behind two of the mud-brick houses and made their way over to us.

  “Help with the gifts,” Aamir told them.

  They walked to the back of the Humvee as Logan opened it then set cases of water onto the dry, dusty ground.

  It’s gonna be a long day.

  “I’ll take you to the other families who want to talk,” I said to Jade.

  “I’d like to talk to Aamir too,” she said, looking at him. “Is that okay?”

  “Maybe later.” I took her hand. “Let’s go.”

  She pulled her hand from mine as we walked away.

  “I’m trying to keep the friends I have here,” I said. “You have to understand the culture is different.”

  “I don’t care about the way they treat women. There’s something he’s hiding. What did he mean by samples?”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said then pointed. “Look, there’s Malilah. She’s a terrific person to interview.”

  “I’ll sort this out,” Jade said as we continued walking toward the Afghan woman.

  “I don’t doubt it. You stay here with Malilah. I need to talk to Aamir alone.”

  “Is it safe?”

  “You’ll be fine.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I haven’t lost a reporter in my charge yet.”

  “No? How many reporters have you helped before?”

  “Well, since you ask, you’re my first.”

  I grinned. She rolled her eyes then quickened her pace.

  After stopping, I stared at her a moment, loving the way her body moved. The women of the village would treat her nice and keep her safe. My conversation with Aamir couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  “You can’t let anyone know what we’re doing,” I said to Aamir as we sat on cushions on the floor in his living room. “Do you understand? It’s important.”

  He waved my concerns away with his hand.

  “Are you ready to see the samples?”

  “Yes,” I said nervously.

  Max had gotten me involved with some crazy shit.

  Aamir pulled out a wooden box and opened the lid. Inside, I saw what appeared to be a metallic rock of some sort.

  “This is one of the smaller pieces we have mined.”

  “How much can you get?” I asked, reaching for it.

  He pulled the box away.

  “We can get as much as you want for the right price. I do not want to sell poppies like the others. You must give us a fair price. Two men have died so far getting this material.”

  I nodded my head.

  “I’ll need to bring the sample to Max.”

  He stared at me with his ancient eyes, wrinkles running like rivers from them.

  “I will trust you, but do not cross me.”

  “You have nothing to worry about,” I said. “We need to keep this quiet, though. As I told you before, we’re not supposed to be transporting this stuff.”

  “I will sell to the Chinese if you do not want. Rare Earth minerals are booming business.”

  Logan stepped into the room.

  “You ready to leave?” he asked, holding his rifle at the ready.

  I glanced up at him.

  “Give me a minute, okay?”

  “I’ll be outside,” he said.

  I turned back to Aamir.

  “Thank you again,” I said, holding out a hand.

  He gave me the box. I got to my feet.

  “I will return soon with money and an order,” I said.

  “Fine. Safe travels.”

  As I walked out of the room and his simple house, I thought about my apartment back in New York City and how much I missed it. It may have been small and overpriced, but year in Afghanistan made me realize how much I had loved the space.

  Outside, I saw Jade standing nearby. She walked over.

  “How’d your meeting with Aamir go?”

  “Fine,” I said, hating tha
t she was so damn curious. “You get to talk to the villagers?”

  “Some of them, yeah.”

  “Great. We should get back.”

  “This wasn’t very romantic,” she said.

  “Excuse me?”

  I tilted my head as I stared at her.

  “You called this a date yesterday, but it wasn’t very romantic.”

  “I guess not,” I said, grinning. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “No worries. I was just observing.”

  I motioned toward the Humvee with my hand.

  “After you.”

  She walked away. I watched her ass sway back and forth.

  Why does this damn woman captivate me so much?

  On the ride back to the base, I failed to come up with any logical answers.

  FIVE

  Jade

  Once we arrived back at the base I went directly to my sleeping quarters. They had given me an entire double-room dwelling because they did not want me bunking with the men.

  I sat at a plain wooden desk in the room and stared at the blank page on the laptop screen for a few minutes. Memories of the villagers running through my head.

  What had Aamir meant about showing Cooper samples? Were the rumors about soldiers running a drug smuggling operation true? They had to be, but I needed proof.

  As I waited for inspiration to strike, I heard two men laughing as they walked outside. It reminded me of the seriousness of my situation. I banged out a few words.

  The questions on the page laughed at my ignorance, but I wasn’t ready to give up on solving the mystery. With only two weeks, I needed to make progress.

  I sighed, unable to work, and dug my expensive satellite phone out of my messenger bag. The debate over whether to call my dad or my best friend Laura lasted about two seconds.

  “Hello?” Laura answered.

  I smiled, loving the sound of her voice.

  “Hey, you. It’s not too late, is it?”

  “It’s early,” she said then yawned.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, it’s like eight-thirty in the morning or some crazy shit.”

  “That’s not early,” I said. “You need to get up and talk. Grab a coffee.”

  “Nag, nag, nag. Even from halfway around the world, you’re nagging me.”

  “You love it,” I said.

  She sighed.

  “I do. Hold on.”

  “I don’t have much time on this phone,” I said.

  “I’m back. What did you say?”

  “Just that I don’t have much time on this phone over here. Afghanistan is crazy.”

  “You doing okay?”

  “Not really,” I admitted.

  “So, traveling to some godforsaken country halfway around the world wasn’t a smart idea after all, huh? I think I remember telling you that.”

  “It’s not bad,” I said. “Just strange and different. Oh!” I sat up in my chair. “You’ll never guess what happened. I almost got kidnapped by the Taliban!”

  “Get out of here. You’re not funny.”

  “I’m serious. When I went into the city on my own without a military escort to do some intel, they saw me and grabbed me.”

  “How did you get away?”

  The sound of water hitting water hit my ears.

  “You are not going to the bathroom while talking to me, are you?”

  “I’m sorry. Your phone is dying, and I couldn’t wait. I’m done now.”

  “You’re something else,” I said, rolling my eyes just as I would if she were right in front of me.

  “Tell me what happened, crazy woman.”

  “Well, this guy rescued me. I don’t remember any of it. They knocked me out.”

  “Is the guy cute?”

  “Is that all you ever think about?”

  “Does anything else matter?”

  “I think so. Why else would I have traveled to some godforsaken country halfway around the world?”

  “He’s a dog. Okay, I get it.”

  “No, he’s not. I think he’s hot. He’s got the buff body of a soldier.”

  “My, oh my, look at Jade’s new interests in Afghanistan.”

  “Shut up,” I shot back.

  She sighed again.

  “I miss you so much. When are you coming back?”

  “In two weeks,” I said. “And I miss you too.”

  “Are you there…” Crackle. “…Jade?”

  “Hello?” I said into the static.

  I lowered the phone and thought about trying to call her back. Instead, I set the phone down and typed up a description of Cooper to maybe use later for my story.

  If he was involved in something bad, he would make it into my final story. I reasoned with myself as I wrote my observations of him, mostly bad traits. Some good slipped in.

  Before I finished the writing session, someone knocked on the door. Who could that be? I closed the laptop and stood up, ready for anything Afghanistan threw at me.

  “Hold on.”

  I turned the doorknob and saw Cooper standing outside. His bulging muscles were about ready to rip his olive-green tee-shirt. He grinned that cocksure grin of his.

  “Hey, Cooper. What’s up.”

  “The CO wants to see you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you know why?”

  He glanced to the left then right then said, “Do you have a sat-phone with you?”

  “No. It’s against the rules.”

  “We intercepted the signal going out. You’re dealing with the U.S. Army, not a bunch of idiots.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I insisted.

  “Can I give you a tip?”

  “Sure.”

  “Tell the truth, okay? If you do, he won’t restrict you in your quarters.”

  “He can’t do that to me,” I said. “I’m a private U.S. citizen.”

  “Look, Jade. I’m just trying to help you out. He has a lot of power out here.”

  “Yeah? What kind of power? Anything going on I should know about? Like those samples?”

  His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but I saw the surprise on his face.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let’s go.”

  “Yeah, just like I have no idea what you’re talking about with the sat-phone you said you saw me using. Right?”

  “Come on,” he said, turning. “I have to bring you to him.”

  I took a deep breath then walked outside into the cool evening air. With dinner in an hour, he wouldn’t yell at me long. And making Captain Jeffries upset might work to my advantage if he got heated and let something slip.

  As I followed Cooper across the central plaza in middle of the base, I planned out answers to the questions he would ask me. No matter the situation, I liked to be prepared. It’s what had gotten me through college and made it possible for me to find freelance assignments around the world.

  Cooper slowed down as we approached the Captain Jeffries’ office.

  “Just be honest, okay? It’s for the best.”

  “Like you being honest with me about the samples, huh?”

  He frowned.

  “Like I said…”

  “Forget it,” I interrupted. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself.”

  We stopped and turned to face each other. I stared into his blue eyes, betting many women had fallen prey to them over the years.

  “Suit yourself,” he said as he pointed to the door. “I’m off to enjoy my downtime.”

  “Good for you,” I said, tired of the back and forth with him.

  I walked up to the door and opened it without knocking. Tony looked up from his desk with a look of terror on his face. He was a man easy to manipulate.

  “The CO wanted to see me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “Hold on.”

  “I’ll go back.”

  He looked at me like a frightened mouse as I walked past
his desk and went into Captain Jeffries’ office. By the time he stood to stop me, I’d closed the door of the CO’s office.

  “Sit down,” the grizzled commander practically growled.

  “Is this about my phone call?” I asked as I walked over. “I know it’s against the rules, but I had to call my father. He’s dying.”

  Captain Jeffries leveled his icy stare at me.

  “If there’s one thing I hate, it’s liars.”

  “I’m telling you the truth.”

  “You didn’t call your father.” He glanced down at a paper on his desk. “You called someone named Laura Johnson. Who is she? Your contact? Were you speaking in code?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest as I stood in front of his desk.

  “You were listening to my call?”

  “I said sit down.”

  With a sigh like a miffed teenager, I sat down and crossed one leg over the other.

  “You’re in a warzone, Ms. Hart. I know modern journalist blogger types like you don’t respect the unspoken agreements between the media and the military, but you’re not going to endanger the lives of me and my men while you’re here. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” I mumbled.

  “I can’t hear you, Ms. Hart.”

  I repeated the word louder.

  “That’s better. If I could get you the hell out of here tonight, I would do it, but it’s not possible. The Taliban are making a move because of the firefight you caused yesterday.”

  “That I caused?”

  “Shut-up and listen,” he said. “You would be out of here tonight, but I can’t risk bringing a transport copter in to take you to the Kandahar airport. That said, you’re out of here in a few days or a week at most.”

  “No,” I said, moving to the edge of my seat. “That’s not fair. The agreement said two weeks.”

  “And you broke the agreement, Ms. Hart.”

  The smugness in his voice told me he enjoyed the strict discipline of the military way too much.

  “Fine. I’ll just have to finish earlier. You can’t stop me from doing my story.”

  “Your story on the villagers here in the province?”

  He stared into my eyes. I used my many years of practice to lie.

  “Yes, that story. Why else would I be here?”

  Don’t push him!

  “Get out of here before I change my mind and fly you out of here over the enemy for the fuck of it.”