Keo chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Just like old times.”
She gave him a wry smile. “The old times weren’t that great, Keo. As I recall, we were running for our lives most of the time.”
“Not always. The six months at the cabin was nice.”
“Except for that. Those were okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Maybe good.”
“They were more than that.”
She sighed. “Maybe.”
“You still miss it, don’t you? You still miss me.”
“I told you. I’ll always miss you. That’s never going to change. The rest…the rest isn’t possible anymore.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe whatever you want-”
He kissed her.
She let out some muffled sounds at first, and he expected her to push him away again, but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down harder against her mouth. Keo slid his hands along her side, skirted around her protruding belly, and squeezed her breasts. They were a lot bigger than he remembered.
Thunder crackled outside and lightning flashing across the back window, and he swore the room shook for a brief second.
“The earth moved,” he grinned.
“You’re so corny,” she smiled.
“Hmm,” he said, and kissed her again.
Harder this time, pulling her against him. He didn’t even care about the baby bump anymore.
“Keo,” she whispered in between the brief moments that he allowed her to breathe. “Keo. Stop it.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Jay’s downstairs.”
“Fuck Jay.”
“Stop it. Please.”
“No.”
“God, I hate you.”
“Liar.”
She tried to say something else, but he wouldn’t let her. She moaned incoherently against him, and he had reached one hand into her shirt to see just how big her breasts really had gotten-
Bang bang bang!
Pounding. From downstairs.
The front door.
He pulled back, annoyed and frustrated with the night, with the entire world.
“It’s time,” she said, gasping for breath against him. “Try not to get us killed, okay? All of us?”
“I’ll do what I can,” he said.
CHAPTER 21
Jay was on the first floor, and the sound of pouring rain flooded the house as soon as he opened the door to answer the pounding. Keo was already halfway downstairs. He didn’t like the idea of Jay facing the soldiers alone. The guy couldn’t lie to save his life, and now he had all their lives on the line, too.
Gillian grabbed his arm and pulled him back before he reached the bottom landing. “The gun,” she whispered. “Soldiers don’t carry guns in their front waistband.”
He nodded and switched Grant’s Glock to behind his waistband, then covered it up with his shirt. He would have liked to have the M4 he had left in the guest bedroom on the second floor alongside Grant’s sleeping form, but the soldiers were the only ones supposed to carry weapons.
“You’re Doctor Jay, right?” a voice asked somewhere in the foyer.
“That’s right,” Jay answered. “What’s going on?”
“We’re looking for some fugitives,” a third voice said.
“Oh.”
Dammit, Jay, never ever play poker with your life on the line, pal.
They continued down the stairs, Gillian holding his hand the entire time and not letting go until they were almost at the bottom. Jay was leading two soldiers into the living room. They were both dripping wet and leaving large puddles in their wake, all the while shivering under cheap plastic black raincoats.
“Honey, we have company,” Jay said, forcing a barely credible smile in Gillian’s direction.
“Is something wrong?” Gillian asked.
The soldiers were both in their thirties, their faces and hair wet despite their hoods. Keo couldn’t see their name tags because of the raincoats, but they both carried M4s over their backs and were rubbing their hands together.
Gillian went to stand next to Jay while Keo wandered over to the kitchen and sat down on a stool on the other side of the counter. The gun bulged against his back and anyone who looked closely would have spotted it, so he made sure they only saw his front the entire time he was within sight of them.
“We’re looking for two fugitives,” one of the soldiers said. “A black guy and a white woman. She’s hurt and he’s armed, and they might have come in this direction.”
“We haven’t seen anyone like that around here,” Jay said.
Jay’s voice had trembled a bit when he said it, and one of the soldiers clearly noticed. “Are you sure about that?” the man asked.
“Yeah, of course.” Jay smiled. It came out, predictably, unconvincing.
Gillian must have realized how badly Jay was doing, because she sought out his hand and slipped her fingers through his. “How do you know they’re in our area?” she asked the soldiers.
“They came over the fence from next door,” the other soldier said. “Left a lot of blood behind, but the rainstorm washed away most of the trail so now we’re going house to house.”
The first soldier was peering up the second floor stairs. “Anyone up there?”
“Just one of your guys,” Keo said.
The soldier looked over at him. “He got a name?”
“Grant. He was taking me to Processing in the golf cart, but then the rain hit and we decided to detour here.”
“Shit, you must be someone special to be riding in that chariot,” the other soldier said.
“No one special.”
“Humble, too.”
Keo smiled. He knew they had seen the cart outside, and he had guessed correctly that only Steve (or Jack) rode around town in those things. In a place where the haves wore uniforms, carried guns, and had horses to take them when they were too lazy to walk, the king had a slow-moving, solar-powered golf cart. It would have been an absurd concept a year ago, but then this wasn’t a year ago.
“You got a name?” one of the soldiers asked him.
“Keo.”
“Keo? What kind of name is that?”
“He’s a friend,” Gillian said before Keo could answer. “He’s new in town; that’s why he was being taken to Processing.”
“Grant’s up there?” the other soldier asked.
At this point, Keo had stopped bothering to keep them separate. Dripping wet and covered from head to toe in black raincoats, they might as well be duplicates.
“He’s coming down with a cold, so we gave him one of our guest rooms to sleep it off,” Gillian said. Then, turning to Jay, “Right, honey?”
“Right,” Jay nodded. “I gave him something to help him sleep.”
“Go check it out, Ronny,” one of the soldiers said.
“You mind?” Ronny asked. Keo wondered if he was only asking that because of Jay’s position.
“Go right ahead,” Jay said.
Ronny walked past them and jogged up the stairs.
“What did you say your name was again?” Jay asked the other soldier.
“Owen,” the man said.
“Owen. Have we met before?”
“Yeah, I had some leg pains a few weeks back. You gave me something for it, remember?”
Jay nodded. “I remember now.”
“Thanks for that, by the way.”
“How’s the leg coming along?”
“Much better.”
Keo could see Jay warming up to the moment. Maybe it was because he was in his element, talking medicine to a patient.
Even Owen looked disarmed, though his expression changed a bit when he turned his attention back to Keo. “When did you get in?”
“This afternoon,” Keo said.
“Is that right? How’d you get a golf cart already? I’ve been here since the beginning, and they haven’t even given me a horse yet.”
“It’s Steve’s.”
“Steve?” Then, as the name registered, “Oh. You call him Steve, huh?”
“He told me to.”
“Must be nice,” Owen smirked.
Footsteps behind them, just before Ronny came back down the stairs.