Star-Crossed Miracles

by Avery Gale

  “You hear that? That’s the steady beat of a heart I thought would never find a woman to love before I met you. When Karl approached me about becoming your third, I knew there was more to it than that—it was written all over his face. I didn’t hesitate because I was already fascinated with you, and we’d only seen each other in passing at Kodi’s wedding. We hadn’t even been introduced, and I was caught in your sweet web.”

  Koi’s words were always a balm to her soul. Time after time, he’d held her when everything she thought she knew fell away to rubble. He’d shown her in a million little ways how much she meant to him, and so many times, Tally had worried she was the only one getting anything meaningful from the relationship.

  “He always told me the time wasn’t right… that he didn’t want children until we were ready, and he was never ready. I gave up a lucrative career in Washington to move to Montana, and I never regretted that sacrifice because it so quickly became the home I’d never had. The majestic beauty was only part of its appeal. The people here are real, they say what they mean and mean what they say.

  “I put off having a family because he’d sworn it would be worth the wait even though he knew how much it meant to me. At one time, he’d even talked about having a vasectomy, so he could play the sympathy card with the public. Woe is me because my lovely, professional wife and I can’t have children. When in reality, he didn’t want a child to interfere with his career. He was convinced children would hold him back politically, and God forbid if they weren’t absolutely perfect in every way.”

  *

  Koi could feel the emotion roiling through Tally, and as much as he wanted to calm her, what could he say? Her husband had fathered a child with another woman—a woman who had written to thank him for helping her shortly before he’d left on a trip that sent everyone associated with him into a tailspin. She needed to burn off the excess energy before she could deal rationally with her emotions. Letting her go off the rails now wouldn’t serve anyone well.

  “Here are your choices, love. Kickboxing, swimming, or we can spend the rest of the evening in the playroom.” As much as he would enjoy losing himself in her for the next few hours that wasn’t what she needed most.

  Taking a deep breath, he was pleased when she only hesitated for a couple of seconds before answering. He’d spent months building her trust, assuring her he meant it when he gave her choices, that he wouldn’t lay them out if he wasn’t perfectly fine with whatever she chose. So often she’d worried everything was a trick question, and she was being set up to fail. For that alone, Koi would gladly kick Karl’s ass. What had appeared on the outside to be an idyllic marriage had evidently been anything but.

  “Kickboxing and I don’t want you to baby me. After we’ve finished, I’d like to eat greasy tacos and snuggle.” He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.

  “I have no intention of babying you in the ring, ma poupée, but I am going to make sure you burn off some of the anger I see in your eyes—it’s cheaper than bail money.” She laughed as he’d hoped she would as he led her up the basement stairs. When she reached the top, she turned so she could look directly into his eyes.

  “Thank you.” He must have looked surprised because she laughed softly and shook her head. “Obviously, I don’t say it often enough if it surprises you when I express my gratitude.” She drew in a deep breath, and he wanted to erase the sadness clouding her eyes forever. When he opened his mouth to respond, she placed a finger over his lips. “I love you. I fall a little deeper every single day. You empower me when I feel the most broken, and you always manage to bring out the very best in me.”

  Koi was stunned by everything Tally had just said. He’d been careful to not push her over the past year but had decided a few days ago he needed to find a way to tell her how he felt. Smiling to himself, he was grateful she’d been a step ahead of him. Brushing back a wayward strand of her pale blonde hair, Koi hoped he could find the words that would do justice to the depth of emotion he felt.

  “I love you, too—more than I can tell you. I’m humbled you see me the way you do. The only other women who have ever loved me unconditionally are my mother and sister.” And it was true, he’d never had a woman of his own. He’d topped a lot of submissives over the years, but there had never been one he wanted to keep.

  “When I first moved back to Montana, I wasn’t in a very good place. I was disillusioned with a career I’d always known could only end one of two ways. Either I’d get hurt and be forced into retirement, or I’d make a bad call and die in some dark alley in bum-fuck-nowhere. The government would never acknowledge I’d even been there, and Kodi would be left dealing with nothing but unanswered questions and endless red tape.”

  It was true. Aside from his sister, his life hadn’t felt like it really belonged to him for so long, at times, he’d wondered if he would be able to find the man he’d once been. Warm fingers brushing over his cheek brought him back to the moment. Koi smiled at the love he saw reflected in her bright blue eyes. Karl Tyson had been a fool, he’d failed to recognize the treasure he’d had and thrown it all away. If the rumors floating through the intelligence community were credible—and they usually were—the man hadn’t even been faithful while he was trying desperately to convince Tally to marry him.

  “Let’s go kick some ass. We’ll both feel better, and we’ll be able to enjoy those heavenly tacos without guilt.”

  He agreed with her, they both needed to expend some of their pent-up frustration. He needed to stop regretting what he’d lost and live in gratitude for all he’d been given, and she needed to come to grips with Karl’s betrayal before deciding where she’d go from here.

  Karl was currently recovering under a cloak of anonymity at a world-renowned drug rehabilitation clinic in Antigua, one of the few in the world on the leading edge of the new designer drugs and those being developed to allow the manipulation of cognition. Pharmaceuticals had long been used on prisoners of war, but technology had advanced to a point where it was dangerously easy to program another human to do your bidding. In Koi’s opinion nothing good could come from these drugs—nothing!

  Koi had stood aside and let the Wests subtly discourage Tally’s inquiries about visiting Karl in Antigua. He’d suspected she would eventually remember the letter, and he’d been right. Learning he was still alive had been the push her subconscious had needed. It had been damned hard to stand down and let everything play out, but he’d wanted her to be in charge of her own destiny. He’d support her decisions, but ultimately, she needed to make them without his interference. She’d thanked him for empowering her. This was a large part of his effort to be sure she knew how strong she was, but it was damned hard to sit on his hands and watch her swim against the ever-increasing current.

  They’d changed into workout gear and driven to their favorite gym in less than a half hour, and Koi was relieved to find sparring partners available for both of them. He didn’t mind training with Tally, and he’d been a damned tough trainer when she’d needed that outlet over the past year. But he usually refused to spar with her because he never wanted to cause her anything but the sweet pain that led to a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Kick-boxing was one of Koi’s favorite forms of exercise; it required not only muscular strength and cardio-fitness, but there was also a significant strategic element that kept his mind sharp. He’d never doubted his ability to read his opponent’s body language had helped him be a better Dom, and that alone, made it worth the effort.

  His sparring partner today was Lee Barber, one of Brandt Morgan’s deputies, and a member of the Mountain Mastery Club. Lee was a quick and intuitive kickboxer, and if Koi wasn’t careful, he was going to get his ass handed to him.

  “What’s up with you, man? You’re not usually this distracted.”

  Koi wasn’t a fool. He knew Lee had just very politely told him to yank his head out of his ass and pay attention to what he was doing. Refocusing on his opponent, Koi fought the urge to interrup
t their session, so he could check on Tally. Lee deftly maneuvered them around the ring until Lee’s back was to Tally, ensuring his words wouldn’t travel across the space.

  “Brandt briefed us on the situation with Senator Tyson.” This was one of the things Koi liked about former soldiers, they generally cut to the chase fairly quickly. “How is Dr. Tyson coping?”

  “It’s been a challenge for her. She’d finally accepted his death, then she was hit with the news he might still be alive.”

  “I can see where there would be a lot of unwarranted guilt associated with not knowing he was alive while he was being held prisoner.”

  Koi didn’t respond because he had the distinct feeling the other man wasn’t finished. They continued circling the small ring, and Barber waited until he once again had his back to Tally before speaking.

  “When I decided I wanted to resign my commission, Uncle Sam took it upon himself to reassign me for the last six months.”

  Koi had sparred with Barber a few times, but they hadn’t talked much outside the ring, so this was news. “And?” Since Koi knew the other man wasn’t simply reciting his resume, he was anxious to hear what he had to say.

  “At the time, the Secret Service was actively recruiting, and when they didn’t get any takers, they pulled in short-timers. I was assigned to the Senate for five months.” The look in the other man’s eyes told Koi this wasn’t information Barber intended to share in public, but before he could say so, the man grinned. “Like I said, unwarranted guilt. Dr. Tyson stitched me up a few months ago after I had my skiing accident. Nice lady. She deserves better.”

  Koi made a mental note to talk to the Lee Barber privately, then nodded in agreement.

  “She certainly does.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Brock leaned against the cartoon decorated wall of Mia’s room and sighed. The décor might remind him of an elementary school, but there was no doubt the facility was a top-notch surgical center. Cam had proudly explained CeCe had built the hospital and attached clinic from the ground up, and Brock had to admit, it was damned impressive. Seeing Dr. Cecelia Barnes in doctor mode was something to behold. She was the perfect blend of professionalism and compassion, and it had been easy to see the staff here adored her.

  Mia had been drifting in and out of awareness since returning from surgery. CeCe had assured them she would come around quickly because the surgery had gone perfectly, and they’d been able to complete it with minimal anesthesia. Brock hadn’t known until after the helicopter lifted off the ship that Tucker had been injured as well.

  Shifting his attention to the next bed, Brock shook his head at his brother’s stubborn insistence Mia be the first one into surgery. The bullet that had passed through her shoulder had lodged in Tucker’s upper arm. It still had enough velocity to embed itself in the bone, but miraculously, it had slowed enough the bone hadn’t shattered, thank God.

  Pushing away from the brightly decorated wall, Brock moved to Mia’s side. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and whispered, “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

  “The people we love can be a real pain in the ass.” Brock turned to see Kyle West standing inside the door, a knowing grin curving his lips. “The right woman will drive you insane, and it goes without saying, younger brothers are the bane of our existence.” Since they were twins, Kyle was mere minutes older than his younger brother, but from what Brock had heard, he never let Kent forget who’d been born first. The door opened beside Kyle, and Kent stuck his head into the room and grinned.

  “Hey, I resent that remark.”

  “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” Kyle’s smile made Brock chuckle, and he appreciated the Wests’ attempt to lighten his mood. Kyle looked at him and nodded toward the door.

  “Take a break, I’ll sit with them. Tobi is waiting outside to take you to dinner. Kent will drive, we don’t need to fill up the rest of this floor with accident victims.”

  “I love her to death,” Kent chuckled, “but her driving terrifies me. I swear she is almost as bad as Mom.” Brock felt his brows raise in surprise because Lilly West’s horrendous driving was the world’s worst kept secret.

  “Thanks, I’m hungry, and I know I need to get out of here for a while. Since they’re both resting and out of danger, I’m going to take you up on your offer. CeCe said they can return to Prairie Winds in a couple of days if all goes well.”

  Ten minutes later he was riding the elevator and listening to Tobi list all the reasons she should be allowed to drive. Kent patiently countered every point, but the little blonde bundle of fire wasn’t going down without a fight.

  “I thought you said this was my car?”

  “It is your car. Ownership is not the issue,” Kent’s even tone didn’t seem to appease his frustrated wife.

  “I want to drive.”

  “Noted.”

  “So, you’ll let me drive?”

  “No, I just wanted you to know I’d noted your request.” Kent looked over her head and grinned at Brock. Obviously, the man was going to push her to the tipping point.

  “It’s not fair, you know. Brock isn’t afraid to ride with me, are you?”

  He was grateful she didn’t wait for him to respond because there was no way to answer the question without stepping on someone’s toes.

  “He’s been in countries where cars get blown up every day. Riding with me will be a walk in the park. You weren’t over in BFEistan mothering him, so why are you all cranky about it now?”

  BFEistan? What the fuck? Shaking his head, it took Brock a couple of seconds to realize Tobi had combined Bum-fuck Egypt and the last part of the various Middle Eastern countries where U.S. soldiers were deployed.

  Brock enjoyed Kent and Tobi’s company at dinner, smiling at their easy banter and watching in amazement as she charmed everyone they came into contact with. By the time they were on their way back to the hospital, she was giggling from the two glasses of wine she’d had and repeatedly promised to make sure their small cabin behind the club was fully stocked with the snacks she knew Tucker liked and a basket of toiletries for Mia.

  Kent assured him they were also revamping the security around the small cabin he and Tucker shared. “We’ll have additional perimeter alarms in place by the time you arrive. The new recruits are jazzed about the prospect of setting it up.”

  “And Lilly offered to ride shotgun if you need her for the trip home.” Tobi grinned and winked over her shoulder at Brock when Kent let loose with a litany of curses worthy of his former career as a sailor.

  “Tobi, you are forbidden from telling my mother anything about their travel plans, do you understand? The last thing we need is her anywhere in the vicinity as they make their way home. Hell, maybe we should fly you back to avoid Hurricane Lilly.”

  “She’s not that bad, she’s more of a tropical storm than a hurricane. You shouldn’t exaggerate. I don’t think she’s ever shot anybody who didn’t deserve it, and she’s only blown up one boat.”

  Brock could see her chewing on her bottom lip as she thought back, and he was forced to muffle his laughter with a cough.

  Tobi finally returned her gaze to Kent and added, “You know she didn’t shoot that guy on the hill across the river. She shot the snake beside him, and the big coward jumped off the cliff into the water all on his own, so you can’t count that one. And I heard Cam is the one who blew up the boat in the gulf. Your mom was totally jealous of that missile thing, she wants one for Christmas.”

  “Jesus,” Kent’s muttered curse was the final straw. Brock didn’t know if it was the topic or the fact he’d finally relaxed for the first time in days, but it felt damned good to throw his head back and laugh until the muscles in his stomach ached.

  *

  Cameron Barnes leaned back in his seat and stared at the agent sitting across the table from him. Why would the Agency send an agent—so wet behind the ears, he was practically dripping on the carpet—to deliver the bullsh
it explanation about Tyson’s captivity? It was as baffling as it was insulting.

  “So, you see, Mr. Barnes, there’s no need for you to waste any more of your valuable time on this matter since the agent had gone rogue several months before Senator Tyson’s plane went down. The agency clearly had not had any stake in the Senator’s captivity, and everyone is relieved he managed to escape. Of course, we’re looking forward to debriefing him as soon as possible.” And there it was, the bait Cam had no intention of taking.

  “Where is your rogue agent now?” Cam was tiring of this verbal sparring match; not only was it a waste of time, it was bordering on insulting. It was time to put a little pressure on this sacrificial lamb. The man’s face paled, and he was suddenly fascinated with his fucking fifty-dollar shoes. Christ, when did the Agency stop hiring operatives with at least minimal fashion sense? His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Cam pulled it free to check the message.

  He has ugly shoes. You should give him pointers. Cam was going to paddle her ass. Cecelia and Carl were sitting on the other side of the small bistro waiting for him to end this fiasco, so they could go look at a house.

  The agent cleared his throat before answering. “We tracked him to Costa Maya where he rented a boat. After that, the trail goes cold.” No shit. I think you’ll find it’s damned difficult to track someone who’s been blown to hell over water.

  “Well, that’s unfortunate because it seems bringing him in would be an agency priority. If it was my op, I’d be very interested in how a rogue agent was allowed to supervise the captivity and drugging of a U.S. Senator for months without anyone in the Agency questioning his whereabouts or making an effort to find out what he was up to.”