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Winters Heart
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Jaye Patrick
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Copyright 2006 Jaye Patrick
All rights reserved
First electronic publication October 2009
Authors note: This e-book is not intended for sale and is not to be used to generate
profits in any form. Readers have the authors permission to copy and distribute freely
for non-profit purposes.

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Prologue
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Hes hurting me. Six-year-old Winter tried to tug her fingers from the mans hand, but his
grip was bruising tight as he dragged her and Summer, her sister, through the bustling, hot
tropical market.
Hes hurting me, too. Summer thought back at her. Hes mean.
Wheres Mommy? Winter asked plaintively and looked over her shoulder, tried to see
through the milling crowd. Too many dusky-skinned, dark-haired Thais blocked her view. I
want Mommy!
Summer hiccupped with similar distress beside her. Shes gone! I cant hear her anymore!
Winter began tugging her hand in earnest. The man, Mr Pocklington tightened his hand
around hers with bone-crushing intensity.
Hot tears surged into Winters eyes and her breathed hitched. She left us? I thought
Shell be back; she promised. Summer whimpered.
Mr Pocklington stopped and dragged them close to his body. Then he squatted down
before them. Smiled at Summer. I know this is strange for you, but you need to come with
me so I can protect you. Your mother gave you into my care.
Winter sniffled, stared at him with watery green eyes.
Can you be strong for me? I promise not to hurt you. Were going to my home; to wait for
your parents, okay?
Winter nodded but he wasnt payer her any attention and she looked at her sister.
Summers nod was more reluctant. I think hes a liar, but we have to go with him until
Mommy finds Daddy and the others.
When we get back to the hotel, Ill get us some ice cream. But we must hurry. Mr
Pocklington rose and gripped their hands again, guided them through the market.
Winter frowned. Why must we hurry, Summer?
He doesnt want to be caught with us. He thinks someones following him but doesnt know
why. And... and... hes thinking of what he can do with us. Winter bounced off a large woman
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as Mr Pocklington dragged them through the crowd. A sharp spate of rapid Thais followed
them.
Winters tears slipped down her cheeks. He doesnt want to... to... Winter thought of the
compound and that big man who touched her after the men in white coats finished with their
needles. He was supposed to escort her back to Mommy and Daddy, but he didnt; he smelled
of peppermint and told her to be a good girl. Then hed unzip his pants...
No. Summer replied interrupting her memory, blocked it before it reached the conclusion.
Hes not like Cortez, he doesnt think of little girls that way.
He doesnt? Winter glanced across at her sister.
No. Were going to help Mr Pocklington.
We are?
Summer turned to her, blue eyes glowing with determination. Yes. Hes going to help us,
so we help him. And when Mommy and Daddy come for us, theyll be so proud of us and well
be a family again. She said. If were good, maybe theyll come for us sooner.
Suddenly, Mr Pocklington stopped. They stood in at the corner of a dirty alley, the chatter
of marketeers in Winters ears. She looked around saw the horrible, blood-stained interior
walls of the butcher shop on her left. A man wearing a red smeared apron eyed her while he
brought a cleaver down with a thud. An Asian market with many unidentifiable items in the
window was on the right.
Wait here. Mr Pocklington ordered and dropped her hand, walked into the. Asian store.
Summer shuffled close to her, bumped her shoulder as Winter stared, frightened, at the
crowd; at the darkeyed speculation of the men, the blank stares of the women. Shed never
seen so many people, not even at the compound.
I dont like it here. Her voice trembled.
Summer took hold of her hand, pressed closer. Me, either.
I wish Daddy was here. Winter murmured as she watched the milling people.
Hes far away. Her sister whispered. Winter, there are too many voices. She lifted her
hands to her ears.
Concentrate on me, like Mommy said, you gotta think of one person, block everyone else
out. She turned to her sister, stared into her panicked eyes. Okay?
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Okay. Theyre going away now.
You! Mr Pocklington barked and Winter started, turned to look up at him with wide
eyes. He reached into the top pocket of his jacket and drew out piece of pale paper, with
bumps on it.
He showed her the paper. Can you make another one? Exactly like this one?
She read the paper. merican mbassy? Glowing green eyes met brown. Were going to
America? She asked, hope surged through her veins.
A black eyebrow rose. Only if you can make two of these one for you and one for your
sister.
Winter turned to Summer, grinned. Were going to have hotdogs and baseball and... A
heavy hand landed on her shoulder and she froze, slowly lifted her gaze, swallowed hard.
Youll be going back into the jungle if you dont do as I say. Mr Pocklington glared at
her. Back to where you came from.
Cold fear shot through her and Summer gripped her hand.
Make the copy. Please, Winter, its getting noisy.
Okay. Mr Pocklington, I need something with the same ink and paper.
His lip curled and Winter quivered inside. If I have that, then what do I need you for?
She shuffled closer to Summer, heart pounding with fear. Winter swallowed hard, stared
up at him with wide eyes, remembered what her Daddy said. I... I... need to know where I
can get, um, the same papern stuff. To make a genu-wine awriginal.
Make one for me now, or I will dump you in the deepest, darkest part of the jungle and
no-one will ever find you. He spoke slowly. She saw the truth in his narrowed eyes and she
swallowed hard. He offered her the sheet and she lifted her fingers to it.
Theres the Asian shop, Winter, all you need is there. Ill send you the images, kay?
Summer looked at her, then flicked her gaze to the windows filled with produce, then to a
small, wizened man who entered the store. Winter saw through Summers connection with the
man as he slowly walked the aisles, plucking items off the shelves. His head swivelled left
and right, passed canned goods, noodles wrapped in plastic, and on to the back of the store.
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There, he turned to the right, but Summer had seen what she wanted and held the image of
tins of pens, racks of postcards and a variety of writing paper, plain, coloured, hand-made, in
her mind.
Probly for Western tourists. Winter heard her sisters sneer. But its what you need, isnt
it?
Yeah.
Winter looked up at Mr Pocklington and touched the paper. He let it fall into her hands.
She closed her eyes, concentrated on the images Summer supplied and drew down on her
power. Maybe hed like her more if she did a good job? She heard him sigh.
When she opened her eyes, she held an exact copy of the original. Of course, no one would
discover which was real both were original from genuine ingredients. She smiled up at him.
Excellent. Mr Pocklington plucked both pages from her hands, squinted at each. We
shall return to the hotel where you will make birth certificates to my specifications. He
glared at Winter. And remember what I will do should you fail me.

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Chapter One
It wasnt the rhythmic, monotonous beeping of the heart monitor that brought Winter out
of the coma; nor was it the constant attention of the man who pleaded with her, touched her,
held her hand. It wasnt even the persistent nagging of a womans voice at the back of her
mind either - she could tune all that out. No. It was the damn tickle at the back of her throat,
forcing her to swallow what ever it was.
Her eyelids felt heavy as she lifted them slightly. She blinked a couple of times, tried to
focus. She saw a white wall, then lowered her gaze. A white sheet covered her body. And
there was a man, with short, light brown hair resting his head on the bed next to her hand; a
long-fingered hand that had a tube running from the back.
A hospital then. The why of it wasnt so clear.
Winter searched her mind, but could come up with no reason for it. She had flashes of a
stone castle, a hard-faced man, his expression twisted with hate, a woman with long, curly
dark hair and blue eyes who laughed one minute, looked hurt the next, and then determined
and impish. More flashes showed Winter a lifetime with the woman. Sister?
Nothing settled into her memory, and she had none of this man who slept by her side. Who
was he? And why was he here?
The damn tickle got too much and she lifted her left hand to pull it out. The tape on her
cheek stretched her skin as she pulled it off, but she managed with a scrape of her fingernails.
Then she eased the tube out of her nose. It felt like ew, nasty, all warm and slick and sliding
and made her eyes water.
But she felt better for it as the end of the tube popped out. She licked her dry lips and
wondered if there was any chance of water. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, to the
right, where the man slept. She saw a broad window set into the wall, and behind the glass,
nurses went about their business, checking whatever, with shoes squeaking and soft,
murmuring voices.
None paid her any attention as focused as they were on their tasks.
Winter rolled her head back and looked down the length of her body; then she turned to the
left. A rather garish flowered curtain was half drawn and she could see the legs of another
patient, unmoving, also under a white sheet.
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Now she could hear more beeps, and the quiet hush of breathing apparatus. Damn, she
thought, there were some sick bastards here.
She tried to gather enough spit to swallow and ease her dry throat, but her mouth was too
dry. There was nothing for it, shed have to awaken the stranger and ask if he could get her
some water.
Her right hand twitched, and then slid across the covers to the mans head. She used her
finger to touch his hair. When there was no response, she tapped his crown. The man simple
dragged in a deep breath and sighed, turned his head. He had strong, tanned features, familiar,
yet... not. A long straight nose and tawny stubble covered his triangular jaw. His mouth was
slack with sleep and she wondered what colour eyes were framed by those long lashes.
Was it worth all this bother for water when she felt so damn tired?
Her eyes drifted shut as if on command and she sank into sleep once more.
* * *
When she awoke again, the man was gone and the damn tube was back up her nose. Since
she felt marginally better than the last time, she went straight to work on the tape and the tube.
It felt as big as a wretched garden hose.
The relief was immediate as she dragged the obnoxious thing out. Then the alarms went
off. The incessant, high-pitched, two-toned beep hurt her inner ear, but she couldnt reach the
machine or the off button.
The door to the suite, however, flew open and three nurses and a doctor raced in. They all
stopped short at the end of her bed and stared at her.
What? She whispered.
Then the nurses glanced at each other, broke into smiles and quietly applauded.
Winter frowned. What? She asked again and the doctor, a young sub-continent man with
dusky, smooth skin, rich dark chocolate eyes walked over to her, smiling as he came.
We were wondering if youd ever come out of it. Those who believed yes, made bets.
You have made the nurses day, because they win the jackpot.
Water? She whispered and he chuckled, poured her a half cup.
The nurses buzzed around her bed, adjusted her pillows, straightened the sheet, moved
various pieces of equipment out of the way.
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A straw touched her lips and she had two short drafts of water before the doctor, she
glanced at his tag and found his name unpronounceable, took it away.
Too much and youll be sick. He said and shone a small torch light in her eyes. How do
you feel?
Like a bucket of shit without the bucket.
The doctor and the nurses grinned. Good. He said. We wouldnt want you to be too
comfortable here.
And thats he opened the top of her gown and pressed a pre-warmed stethoscope to
her chest. Where, exactly?
Breath as deep as you can, please, he murmured and she complied. She felt a jab of an
ache in her chest and lifted the neck of the gown. Stared.
Youre in Bethseda. The doctor said and closed her gown.
What is that? She asked and opened the gown again. There on the inside curve of her
right breast was a circular indentation bisected by a long surgical scar.
That would be a bullet hole. He said with a pained smile.
I got shot? I got shot? When? By whom? Where? Why?
Calm down he flicked at glance at the nurses who quietly left. Youll disturb the
other patients.
To hell She gasped at the sudden jab of pain. Sorry. She murmured and eased back
against the pillows. Its a little unsettling to wake up and find out not only have you been
shot, and you dont remember it, but the bullet hole has closed up and healed.
The doctor dragged a chair over and sat in it, picked up her hand.
Youll tell me? She asked and he nodded.
I understand your aggravation, believe me, youre not the first patient to wake up and find
a chunk of their life missing, but I can only give you the medical side. The hows and whys
are, apparently, a matter of national security.
Winter went cold. National security?
Im sure someone will be along to de-brief you, but for now, I need to find out how much
damage there is.
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She was still trying to process the National Security part, and he was talking about
damage? Winter glanced down at her chest. Well, it hurts a little, but not as much as when it
happened I guess. I cant seem to breathe too deeply.
Your lung collapsed and a couple of ribs were broken. A little too close to your heart, I
might add, but thats not what Im talking about.
His expression was no longer relieved, no longer friendly, but hesitant and regretful. And
he was looking at her forehead?
Um She began but was interrupted as the sandy-haired man came barrelling through
the door. He skidded to a halt, his hazel eyes filled with hope, pleasure and tenderness?
Winter. He said tightly, and, to her astonishment, his eyes filled with tears. Thank
God! He came up beside her, leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth.
It was nice, but
Lieutenant, you need to leave. The doctor said tersely.
Sure, the man grinned. When I heard, I just had to come and see for myself. God! He
kissed her again.
Lieutenant, the doctor warned.
Summers gonna be so happy! He continued to grin like a lunatic.
Dont make me call security, okay?
Sure thing, Doctor V, but Ill be back. He laid one more kiss on her, gave her wink and
left, whistling a jaunty tune and swaggering as if hed won the jackpot.
Doctor V gave her a rueful smile. Hes just overwhelmed with happiness, thats all.
Okay, but who is he?
* * *
Lieutenant Justin Sandy Beech enveloped Summer in a tight hug. Its true. He said and
spun her around, set her back on her feet and planted a loud smacking kiss on her mouth. It
is really, honest-to-God true.
He let her go, sat on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs and ran his hand through his
hair. Shes awake, talking, looking around He couldnt stop smiling, couldnt sit still and
bounced up again.
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His friend, Lieutenant Duncan Trio Duquesne, wrapped and arm around his fiancees
shoulder, pulled her close.
Thank you, Summer. Justin said, his smile disappearing under the weight of gratitude.
For letting me see her first.
She gave him a smile and glanced up at Trio, and then back at him a strange smile on her
face. Youre wel come. She murmured then turned towards the door where Winter lay.
Honey? Trio asked and Sandy felt a sudden surge of dread. She couldnt have had a
relapse, could she? He took a step forward, but Summer laid a hand on his arm.
No, Sandy, shes okay.
I wish youd stop doing that. He said and glanced at her.
Then stop thinking so loud. She replied.
Whats happening in there? He couldnt take his eyes of the doors. After so long, so
many nights pacing the corridor, wondering if Winter would live or die, not knowing that
even if she did wake up, what shed be like; whether the bullet that had sent her into a coma
had changed her personality, or had given her physical limitations. The list was long on what
could go wrong.
You know I wont Summer began but he cut her off and looked at her.
Please.
Her face filled with regret. And the sense of dread grew when she eased out of Trios arms
and came to him.
Sandy
Just tell me. He pleaded. Anything was better than the worry of wondering.
Summer nodded, glanced back at Trio, who also gave a nod.
She doesnt know you. She said quietly.
Sandy frowned. Well, that cant be right. She looked at me; let me kiss her a few times. If
she didnt know me, she wouldnt have done that, would she? He looked over at Trio.
But there was no help there. Trio simply shook his head. Listen to Summer. He said.
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Summers eyes filled with tears. She doesnt know me, either. And Ive tried to talk to
her. She simply blocks me out. I cant get through. Its like a brick wall and I cant get
through!
Sandy stared down at his feet, and then slumped down in the moulded plastic seat, leaned
back and stared up at the ceiling. How can she not know me? He whispered. How can?
Summer sat next to him, rubbed his thigh. We dont know. I dont know. All we can do is
wait and see what Doctor Viswalingam says.
Yeah. He breathed through a tight throat. Yeah. Sandy hunched in on himself. Ill
Ill stay here and you know. You guys get going; Ill let you know what happens.
Were staying, Sandy. Summer said. Shes my sister.
He nodded and kept his focus on the floor tiles. She didnt know him; didnt remember the
times they had together. Did she remember? No, Summer said she didnt remember her,
either. What did she remember? How much? Did she remember that evil bastard of a father?
If anything, he wished she wouldnt remember him. But Sir James Wellesley Pocklington the
Third brought them together. Trio and Summer, too.
It burned him to be grateful to the sick fuck, but he was. His time with Winter, even
trapped in a dungeon cell, had been the most happy of his life. And he simply could not
think about living his life without her.
He sat back. There now, he thought and the constriction in his chest eased, theres a plan.
All they had to do was start over again. Like Summer and Trio, hed take Winter on a date
and go from there. Hed teach her about the world, too. Watch how she interacted with it.
Pocklington had kept the women locked up in that Fort of his for almost all their lives.
Hed manipulated Summer into dipping into business peoples heads for information about
themselves and the workings of companies. Then hed have the upper hand in any
negotiations; he also resorted to blackmail and, Sandy suspected, murder to get his own way.
But once the chef, Louis, informed on the bastard, General then Colonel - Cosgrove sent
in the Spec Ops boys. Unfortunately, noone really believed that Summer could read minds.
Until they all woke up in cells.
He looked up as Doctor V came out of the Intensive Care Unit, and then stood as he noted
the doctors grim countenance.
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Summer reached out and held Sandys hand. Whats the prognosis, Doctor V.? She
asked.
Well, as far as I can tell, and Ill need to do more tests, she functioning well. A little slow
on the reflexes and muscle movement, but I expect that to improve with physical therapy.
Can we see her? Summer asked, but he shook his head.
Shes sleeping. And that will continue for some time yet. Though she might protest, sleep
is the best thing for her, he gave a quick smile, when shes not in therapy, of course.
All three of them nodded.
The memory, though, is the concern. He looked at Summer. She knows her name,
though that causes a bit of distress, and is confused about when and where she was born.
Theres a bit of a problem with that, but were working it out. Summer said.
Fine. She has flashes of memory, of you, but not who you are, just that youre there and a
man.
Sandy brightened at that, but the doctor dashed his hopes.
An older man who doesnt like her for some reason. Her last absolute total memory is of
being summoned to this mans office, four months ago. Does that mean anything to you?
Sandy knew and watched as Summer bit her lip and nodded. It was the night Sir James
briefed the women on what to expect from their captives. Winter had told him all about it;
once they were intimate.
Summer nudged him and he felt the heat rise in his face. Some things a sister didnt need
to know about, he mused and thought of Winter, lying in that bed instead.
Okay. Obviously, it was traumatic because shes blocked just about everything else
afterwards and certain aspects before that event.
Will she remember? Summer asked.
Doctor V. shrugged. Yes or no. Tomorrow, next week, next month, never? These things
are not absolute, so Im not even going to hazard a guess. My suggestion? Dont nag by
saying do you remember when, it will only frustrate her when she doesnt. These things will
take time, or no time at all. Just let it happen naturally, but dont stop talking about things.
Youre being confusing, Doctor. Sandy said with a scowl.
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I mean, carry on conversations like she hasnt been injured. Just stay away from the do
you remembers, okay?
They all nodded.
Thank you, Doctor V. Summer said and gave him a hug.
You know where to find me when you have more questions. He gave them a nod and
wandered down the corridor, writing on the patient sheet as he went.
So. Sandy said. Now we know. And faced the ICU door.
Yes. Now we know. Summer replied.
The question becomes, what do we do? He murmured and walked to the glass window.
And there she was, her head turned towards him, her lush mouth slightly open as she slept;
her auburn hair a spiky crown. He mourned the loss of that long, curly mass. He loved to run
his hands through the thick strands, but it would grow back.
And her eyes, those fiery jade-green eyes that lit from within; that grew with intensity
whenever she was angry or upset, or, he allowed, hot for him. He blinked as he realised that
when hed seen her earlier, her eyes didnt have that glow; they were simply an unusual shade
of green. Was that important? Did that mean there was more damage they didnt know about?
Hell, she was special, as Summer was special. Winter had her own talents, a talent that
made her more dangerous than her sisters reading of minds. Together, the twins were a
dynamic duo, but James had found a way around that anyway.
Hed hidden in the Fort and when it came time to expose himself, hed shot Winter first,
had taken her out of the equation because he knew damn well Winter would have turned him
into something squishy without batting an eyelid.
Of course, it had been Summer he wanted, because he figured Winter was useless to him in
business. Summer had turned the tables on him though, and now Sir James Wellesley
Pocklington the third lay stroke-ridden in another hospital, never to walk or talk again;
Summer had seen to that.
If she felt any guilt over doing it, he couldnt see it, and Trio was comfortable with her
decision, too. Someone had to stop Pocklington and so she had. Now he could be a prisoner in
his own mind, the way hed imprisoned Summer and Winter, and then the Spec Ops teams.
A hand landed on his shoulder, but he didnt turn. We have to go. Trio said.
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Yeah. Duty calls.
It does, but we feel better about returning to duty knowing Winter will be fine. If you
need us, just shout.
I will, and good luck. He said, turned and held out his hand. Trio gripped it, and then
pulled him into a hug.
Everything will work out, youve just got to believe in her and in you and in what you
have together. Trio murmured.
Thanks, I will.
Sandy watched his best friend and his girl walk away down the corridor hand-in-hand. One
day, he and Winter would have that, he would swear on anything to make it come true.
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Chapter Two
Winter lifted the weights in her hands and grimaced at the deep ache in her chest.
Ten more, please. Her torturer said with a vicious smile. At least it looked vicious to her.
Russell probably thought it looked encouraging. He was the type: young, handsome, fit in his
white, body sculpting t-shirt and butt-hugging sweat pants. It was the short, back and sides
that put her off. He was too militaristic and had confessed to being a grunt for a couple of
years. It didnt suit him, hed said with a laugh, torturing people did. Winter hadnt thought it
very funny.
She counted down, her heart pounded, her muscles trembled and her chest hurt. Getting
back into shape was a bitch, but there was no other way. She had much to do before what?
Her memories were a shattered jigsaw puzzle. They were there, but disjointed, alien, vague
and startling, shocking, real.
But she couldnt put them together in any logical order, and some of those memories
simply chilled her to the bone. Those ones, the ones where the word mutant rose to the
surface, they were memories she couldnt face and she shut them down as fast as she could.
Winter found that by not concentrating on the mess in her mind, the better things eased
together. Like knowing Summer was her sister, instead of assuming. Like knowing she
preferred wine to beer or the colour black over white.
Okay, thats enough. Russell said with a genuine smile. Youve done well, but dont
over do it. Now, up onto walking machine for twenty minutes then itll be rub down time.
Whoopee, she thought but did as asked. He was only looking out to get her back to
complete health, and she understood. Truly, she did, but did he have to be so damn cheerful
about it? No, he did not. And she knew damn well that she wasnt the only patient to be
annoyed by cheerful, happy, helpful, whole, medical practitioners, who, irritatingly enough,
understood what the patients were going through because theyd studied, theyd experienced,
theyd sympathised. A throbbing ache started behind her eyes.
Come on, Winter, you want to be fitter than this when you see your father. Russell urged
as she realised shed slowed down.
Her father. It was strange, but while she was eager to see him, the word father didnt
quite gel for her and she wondered why. Sure, she had flashes of him yelling at her, his face
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twisted with disgust and what could only be described as a cruel smile. But surely he had
some redeeming features? He was her father, for Gods Sake, he must love her.
Summer, whom she allowed to visit, was reticent about discussing him, or what had
happened to her. Her fianc, Duncan, was just as reluctant. Duncan, at least, had reason to
dislike him, after all, he was taking Fathers baby girl away from him, and she knew
instinctively that Summer was Fathers favourite.
She liked Duncan, but he scared her. He wore a uniform and the first time shed seen it,
shed had a panic attack so bad, he was forced to leave. Hed done so and never worn it again,
though she was still wary around him.
His friend, the man shed found sleeping on her bed, had stayed away. Duty, Duncan had
said with a tight smile. Though what kind of duty, he didnt say.
Winter had tried, but she felt no connection with Duncan; he was a stranger to her. And
Summer of the icy sapphire eyes and sable dark hair, who had almost the same face but with
subtle differences. Winter knew her, intellectually, but couldnt, quite, connect emotionally.
She thought shed like to get to know her more introspective and quiet twin, but didnt
know how to bridge the gap. She was sure it would come to her eventually she hoped so,
because Summer was her only other relative in the world, apart from her father.
Youll have to prepare yourself. Summer had said after the argument theyd had about
her visiting him. Summer had given in easily, but adamantly refused to go with her.
I know hes had a stroke, but one of us should be with him. Winter had said and Summer
had turned away to avoid looking at her.
After the allotted twenty minutes, Russell turned the machine off.
Winter dripped with sweat and breathing hard. Had she ever been this unfit?
Okay, Madam, time for a rub down.
She sighed and went into the shower room to get clean. Lethargy crept up on her as it
usually did after a strenuous work out and she ached all over. Still, Russell had magic hands
and hed soon have the kinks eased.
Winter climbed onto the table with a sigh and Russell peeled back the towel, began digging
into her shoulders.
When can I get out of here? She asked.
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Tired of our company already? His clever fingers moved down either side of her spine.
Ive been here a few of months, Russ.
Hmmm. So you have. Though most of the time you didnt know it. Time to move on,
then. He said.
So? Whats the answer?
The answer, he said, pressing down and stroking the backs of her thighs, is that its up
to the doctor. Im thinking youre in good shape, better than expected actually, but youre still
tiring and hes worried about the head injury.
Ah, yes. Someone had shot her in the head, fractured her skull, and no-one would tell her
who. Doctor V wanted her to remember on her own. Summer knew but wouldnt say.
Duncan, too, knew who the perpetrator was. His face went deadly when shed first asked. But
the pair of them listened to the doctors advice and refused to tell her. Damn them.
Even when shed asked if the evil doer was in jail, Summer had cocked an eyebrow and
said: Of a sort. What the hell did that mean? Of a sort. You were either in prison or you
werent; there wasnt a halfway point.
Russell slapped her naked butt. Done. He said and covered her up.
Winter rolled over and sat up. Her gaze went to the door. That man was there, watching
her. He gave her the shivers but she didnt know why.
He saw her watching him and gave her a sad smile. Then he lifted two fingers to his
forehead in a kind of salute and walked away, leaving her feeling lonely. But she didnt
know him! She didnt! So why would his leaving affect her at all?
* * *
Shes still determined, then? Sandy asked as the three of them got together for their daily
confab.
Summer sipped her dark stout and nodded. Absolutely.
Theyd waited until after dinner to discuss Winter; it was the only way they could eat.
We cant stop her?
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I dont see any reason to. Duncan put in and Summer and Sandy turned to him in
surprise. Duncan shrugged, ran a finger around his whiskey glass. Theres nothing he can do
to her now.
That we know of. Sandy put in.
No, Sandy, hes harmless now. All he can do is blink and listen. Summer put in.
And if she remembers? He asked. What then?
It wont matter, Sandy. She was already down when I disabled his neural pathways.
And all the stuff that went on before? His threats and abuse, the lies and manipulations?
Sandy saw Summer shudder and regretted his remarks. Duncan sent him a warning glance.
I dont think shed do anything about it, Sandy. She has a lot of confusion in her surface
thoughts and deeper down, its like like a black pit with flashes of light. I cant get a read
on them, except to say theyre like out of focus pictures that are slowly blending together.
She reached out and covered his hand. Shell remember, Sandy, shes already starting to, but
doesnt understand. Give her time.
His mouth twisted unhappily. And meanwhile?
Meanwhile, Duncan rumbled, keep an eye on her. When she goes to him, make sure
youre somewhere close, okay? Just in case.
Just in case what?
Youve seen what shes capable of
Im not sure you need to worry about that, Sandy, Duncan. Summer put in.
Both men looked at her. She doesnt know about her talents. Its one of the things shes
blocking.
Then why do you look so worried, if youre telling us not to? Duncan asked.
Its difficult to explain. Its like she paused, rolled a hand in frustration. I dont
know how to explain it except to say that what we are, the part of us that gives us our abilities,
is genetic. It can only be ignored for so long, then it will come out; one way or another.
Duncan looked about as appalled as Sandy felt.
Jesus, shes a walking time bomb. Duncan murmured and downed his drink in one gulp.
Summer nodded.
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If she does something accidentally and in public Sandy said.
The shite will hit the fan. Duncan finished for him. Which is why you have to keep
watch over her.
* * *
Are you sure I cant change your mind? Summer asked for the thousandth time.
Winter dropped her hands from her spiky hair and looked at her sister in the mirror.
Someone has to be there for him, and if youre too selfish to do it, then I will!
Summer sighed with exasperation. Its not about whos being selfish and whos being
noble, for Gods sake, its about she clamped her mouth shut.
You wont tell me why you wont go, so I have to assume you and he had a falling out
before his stroke. Winter stood, tucked her jade shirt into her blue jeans and faced her sister.
She tried one last time. If you dont make amends, Summer, you might never get another
chance. She said softly, but Summers face tightened.
No. Not now, not ever will I forgive him for what he did. And when you remember
If. If I remember, Summer.
Summer huffed out a breath. When.
Winter snorted. And how do you know that? You cant read my mind. I cant even read
my mind!
A red tinge splashed across Summers cheeks and she looked away. Come on then, Ill be
your designated driver.
As an olive branch, it sucked, but Winter took it anyway. Thanks. Ill be glad to see the
back of this place.
She walked beside Summer out of her private room. How she could afford it, she didnt
know, but it was nice and Summer had said not to worry about it.
Curiously, all Summer said about her job was that she was a consultant. When Winter
asked what she did for a living, Summer had shrugged and said she was to be a consultant,
too, but wouldnt say consulting on what. It was frustrating to know that everyone around you
knew everything about you, but you knew nothing, and they wouldnt tell.
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An orderly met them halfway down the hall and Summer raised an eyebrow at her as if
expecting something. When Winter happily sat in the wheelchair, Summer sighed and
walked along side.
The disappointment wasnt lost on her and Winter wondered what type of personality
shed had before the shooting.
The front doors slid open and Winter gaped. Outside, a shout went up, and a large crowd of
people pressed forward. Flashes of white exploded around her like a lightning storm and she
lifted an arm to block the strobes.
Strong arms lifted her out of the chair. Men wearing black sunglasses dressed in dark,
uncomfortable suits, formed a barrier against the noisy throng. She didnt understand the
reason for the security measures. People shouted questions she couldnt answer and the men
struggled to keep the mob back.
What the?
Winter hid her face against a masculine shoulder, the scent of him enticing, strange,
familiar, confusing.
He deposited her into the back seat of a black SUV and disappeared before she caught a
glimpse of him. The door slammed and the shouted questions cut off.
What on earth was this all about? Why take photos of her? She wasnt anyone special.
Maybe they were there for Summer.
Duncan climbed into the truck, grim-faced. Summer got into the other side and one of the
men opened the passenger side, got in beside her with a grin.
Hey, Winter, he said in a low voice. Good to see you again. He leaned over and kissed
her cheek before leaning back. Better put your seat belt on, its going to be a rough ride.
Puzzled, she did as he asked and glanced into the rear view mirror, met Duncans
determined gaze. He gave her a solemn nod and slammed his foot down on the accelerator,
and then he looked to the street.
Whats up with the photographers? She asked no one in particular.
Theyre there for you. Summer said.
Me? Why?
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Summer leaned over the back of the front seat and studied her for a moment. Winter felt as
if the woman was trying to see inside her skull, so intense was her sisters gaze. Then she
blinked, sighed she did a lot of that and turned around to the front. Because of who we
are. She said.
And who are we?
Summer didnt speak, but she heard Duncans soft reply; to Summer not to her. Shell
find out soon enough, Summer, tell her.
Summer stared at her fianc and seemed to come to a decision; one she wasnt happy with.
We are the daughters of Sir James Wellesley Pocklington the third. She ground out
unwillingly.
Ye-es, I know that. Winter said.
Billionaire businessman. The man beside her supplied.
Silence reigned in the car as she tried to process the news.
Her father was rich. No, not just rich, not just filthy rich, but disgustingly, obscenely, eye-
poppingly rich.
And that made Summer and her what? Celebrities? Famous for having buckets of
money? Nah. That didnt feel right. She didnt feel like the idle rich, and Summer certainly
didnt act like it: she worked for a living.
Maybe thats what she and her father constantly argued about? Winter thought. He wanted
her to work and earn a living; to learn the value of money and she... didnt?
How shallow was that?
What kind of a woman had she been before? Someone, she decided, that she didnt want to
remember. Maybe the shooting had been a blessing in disguise. She could remake herself into
someone worth knowing, and not the woman her sister was wary of.
She stared out the window, watched the world go by without recognising any of it. She was
in an alien place with alien people, thinking alien thoughts. Nothing felt right any more. And
she wondered if it ever did.
Surely, she should recognise a few things? But she didnt.
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Duncan raced through the streets like a man pursued, and maybe he was. He drove down
one way streets at speed, took corners on two wheels, bolted down expressways going way
over the speed limit. Why the cops didnt pull them over was anyones guess, but after an
hour, he drove slowly down a leafy street, found a parking spot and pulled in.
Summer and he leaned back over their seats and looked at her. Are you sure you want to
do this? Duncan asked.
Do what? I dont know where we are.
You wanted to see your father, Winter. Hes there, in a private hospice with a bevy of
nurses to look after him. Duncan said with grave gentleness.
Oh. Okay. Now that she was here, she was nervous. What would she say to him?
Bulb will go with you. Duncan said and jabbed his thumb toward the door.
Bulb?
The side of Duncans mouth lifted. As in as bright as, or as dim, take your pick.
She turned to the man and he gave her a grin. She saw what Duncan meant and gave him a
wan smile back.
Lets do this, maam.
It was just the right note to strike with her and he jumped out of the car, jogged around the
back and opened her door for her.
He held out a hand and she took it, let him assist her down. Thank you, Bulb.
Well wait for you. Summer called.
Winter gave her a wave and allowed Bulb to escort her into the brownstone. I cant call
you Bulb, Bulb, it seems disrespectful.
Bulb snorted. It aint, maam, its a name earned, and Im proud of it.
Oh. She said. I didnt mean any offence.
None taken, maam. I understand your predicament, and that you dont understand a lot
of things. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside.
It was hushed here, as if the patients couldnt tolerate any sound.
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Bulb went up to the counter and spoke quietly to nurse on duty. The nurse leaned sideways
and stared at Winter until Bulb stepped into her view. He spoke some more, then nodded and
returned to Winters side.
Hes had a good morning, apparently. He said with a wry grin.
He was right. She didnt understand. Was everyone pissed with her father? Why for
Heavens sake? He couldnt have been that bad. Hed taken time out to have twins, though
she had no idea what happened to her mother. No one spoke of her.
A grey-haired, brown eyed, middle-aged nurse practitioner met them at the bottom of
broad sweeping stairs and she had a ping of memory of other stairs, but the ones in her mind
were made of stone, not wood.
Ms Pocklington. Welcome. Im senior nurse Jemima Drake, its a pleasure to finally meet
you. James is looking forward to having a visit from his daughter.
How can you tell? Bulb asked and Winter suddenly knew how he came by his name.
The nurse looked at him. His eyes lit up and he had tears at the corners. So, yes, we take
that as looking forward to a visit. She turned on her heel and led them up the stairs. I
understand youve been unwell yourself, Ms Pocklington. She said.
Um yes, actually. Todays my first day of freedom. She meant it as a joke, but it felt
like the truest words shed ever spoken.
At the top of the stairs, the nurse guided them to the left. Here the walls were white, too.
We provide the best care for our patients, Ms Pocklington, and the best therapists. Were
hopeful we can get more movement out of your father. Although, as you know, his stroke was
serious, weve had good results from some of our therapies. Doctors Jones and Yerensky feel
hes showing positive signs, but of course, were hoping for the best. Here we are.
She stood outside of a white door with the number 12 written in black, cursive letters.
Try not to be too distressed at the amount of equipment surrounding him, theyre simply
to monitor his well-being. Jemima gave her a cautious smile. His health is still very
fragile.
I understand. Not so long ago, I figure I had some similar machinery stuck to me, too.
And she returned the womans smile.
Nurse Drake opened the door and Winter turned around, stepped inside, Bulb behind her.
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The bed was large, tilted and indeed surrounded by a number of machines. It was facing
the window so he would have a view. Winter felt her breath hitch. How difficult must it be
unable to communicate with anyone? To know that inside, he had normal thoughts and wishes
and dreams, and yet not be able to act on them.
Man, this sucks. Bulb said, expressing her thoughts perfectly.
Well, maybe seeing her would brighten his day. She slowly moved forward, her heart
pounded heavily in her chest. She chewed her lip and approached from the side.
He didnt see her; couldnt move his head to turn, so she moved to the end of the bed and
raised her eyes to his. They were brown, she thought in that moment. His eyes were a dark
chocolate brown and it struck her as strange that, as she scanned his worn, grey features, she
could see nothing of him in either her or Summer.
Those brown eyes widened with shock, with a terror she didnt understand.
Its me, Father. She said with a smile and he started choke. She lifted her hands in a
calming gesture and his eyes began to roll around in his head. His eyelids blinked rapidly, his
chest rose and fell as if trying to breathe.
Winter stepped back with rising panic as the monitor alarms went off. More beeps and
squeals erupted. She took a step forward toward the door, to get a nurse, a doctor, anyone.
Ill get someone, Father...
Nurses bolted into the room, led by Drake. One particularly large male nurse shoved her
back.
Leave! One of them said.
But
Now! Drake shouted and Bulb gripped her arm, eased her away from the bed.
Whats happening? She cried. Whats wrong with him?
Getting a case of justice. Bulb said grimly and she glanced at him. He looked
positively satisfied. But why? Her father was a businessman, not the mafiosa, a simple
businessman.
Bulb drew her backwards out the door and Winters last look at her father was one of the
nurses rubbing two panels together and setting them off against her fathers chest. Then the
door slowly closed and shut off the frantic activity.
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Bulb rested his arm across her shoulders. Come on, Ill buy you a cup of coffee while we
wait. It may be some time.
He eased her back as two white-coated men came dashing up the stairs and burst into the
room.
No, I think Ill wait here. She said and leaned back against the far wall in a position that
felt familiar.
As you like, maam. And he, too, leaned against the wall, facing her.
I dont get it, Bulb. Nurse Drake said he was looking forward oh. Her father wasnt
expecting her, but her sister, Summer. Familiar bitterness rose in her throat.
Dont worry about it, Winter, he did this all the time from what I understand. Bulb said,
his voice sympathetic.
But Im his daughter, too. She said, bewildered.
Summer is his favourite. I thought you knew and understood that. He sounded puzzled.
I guess, I did in a purely intellectual way. But I thought hed at least be happy to see
me. Summers never been here.
Bulb laughed; it was big and booming, then it subsided. Happy? I think the bastard
thought you were here to kill him.
Kill him? She was aghast. Why would I kill my own father? He must have loved me in
his own way, didnt he?
Bulb didnt answer, his eyes glazed over then he blinked and murmured. Yes, Summer.
Winter. She said.
Bulb looked at her. Huh?
Im the other season, Winter, not Summer.
His expression turned sheepish. Uh, sorry. Youre twins and even though I know you look
different, I always did get you mixed up.
How long have we known each other Bulb?
Uh um as long as youve known Duncan? He supplied hopefully.
A couple of weeks?
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Oh, no, maam. He shook his head. Ah, just before your he waved a hand at her
face.
You can say it, Bulb. My shooting.
Yeah, His shoulders relaxed. Your shooting.
Anything about that youd like to share with me? She asked and crossed her arms.
No, maam. He said with a straight face. Im not allowed to.
Winter rolled her eyes. Like everyone else, I suppose.
Were all under orders, maam. Youre to remember on your lonesome.
The thought of orders made her shiver with unknown dread. No hints?
He shook his head. The bossd skin me alive.
Or I will. She muttered with frustration and he reared back in horror.
I didnt mean it literally! Jeez, Bulb, get a grip.
The door across from them opened and a grey-haired man with faded blue eyes stepped
out. He had sorrow written all over his face and Winter drooped.
No. She whispered and brought her fingers to her mouth. Her heart pulsed painfully in
her chest and a sob escaped. Bulb came up and put a comforting arm around her shoulders,
pulled her into his big body.
Im sorry, Ms Pocklington. The doctor said solemnly. We tried, but there was
nothing we could do.
What She cleared her throat. What happened? I just looked at him and he he
started to to She turned her face into Bulbs chest.
He went into cardiac arrest, Ms Pocklington, the reason for which we wont know until
the autopsy.
Winter drew her face back and wiped her eyes. Autopsy?
Yes, maam. He was in fine health as far as we can tell, for a man whod suffered a
catastrophic stroke. Theres no reason for the heart attack. But well get you the results as
soon as possible.
Um She didnt know what to say to that.
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Im so sorry for your loss, Ms Pocklington. The doctor reached out and picked up her
hand in his. If theres anything we can do for you, please, let us know.
You said there was no reason for his heart attack, are you suggesting some sort of agent
was responsible? She asked and withdrew her hand.
I wont know until the autopsys done.
Okay. She said softly. Ill be at at I dont know where Ill be. I just got out of
hospital myself. Bulb?
Ill leave an address at the front counter. He said and she let him guide her away.
Both Duncan and Summer were in the foyer, waiting for them. Summer looked at Bulb and
he nodded.
A strange, satisfied expression came over her face and it was as if all three were having a
silent conversation. But she knew that was impossible. Maybe they all knew each that well
that they knew what each reaction would be.
Hes dead. Winter said quietly.
Summer nodded. Yes. I know.
Winter frowned. She must have heard the code over the PA system or something.
Time to go. Duncan put in and slid his hand around Summers waist.
In the car, Duncan started the engine but didnt move off. He glanced left and right,
checked the mirrors, stared ahead, but still he didnt move.
What are we waiting for? Winter asked, tired.
Nothing. Duncan said and pulled into the street.
Winter knew a lie when she heard one, but she didnt call him on it, she simply tilted her
head against the headrest and fell asleep.
When she awoke, they were still travelling, but it was pitch dark outside. Where are we?
She asked roughly.
Heading to Patriots Fort. Summer said from the front passenger seat. She didnt sound
happy about it.
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Oh. Winter rotated her neck. What she wouldnt give for one of Russells massages now.
Back to the scene of the crime. She murmured, but Summer started, Duncans shoulders
twitched, and Bulb snored.
If you like. Summer replied with false calm.
Youre going to try and provoke me to regain my memories.
Summer nodded in the darkness. Yes. Was all she said.
It will be safer for you, too. Duncan added.
Safer? What would I be afraid of?
The media, for one. Theyre animals, and when news of your fathers death gets out,
theyll be all over you like a rash. He didnt sound happy, either.
She thought about that, about what the papers, radio and television might have to say on
the subject. She had to agree. There would be questions about her fathers business empire
and what would happen to it. Winter had no idea. It didnt feel as if she were involved in it.
How long until we get there? She asked and yawned.
Another few hours. Duncan replied.
Oh, well, Ill just She yawned again. Take a nap. And she slumped to the side and
promptly fell asleep again.
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Chapter Three
I dont know about this. Duncan said and Summer heard the doubt in his thoughts, too,
as he drove through the night.
She looked over her shoulder to check their passengers were still asleep, then faced front
again, but spoke softly. Winter has to get her memories back and this is the only way I know
how.
Why, honey? She seems perfectly normal to me. Shes interested in her surroundings and
questioning everything, though she does have her moments. He grinned in the darkness.
Because if she doesnt, when her power comes out to play, it will be devastating to her
and anyone else around her, especially if she doesnt remember how to control it. Better any
accidents happen in a safe environment, where people who understand can be there to help.
Summer replied and laid a hand on his thigh.
He carefully removed it. If you do that, Ill lose control of the car.
Spoil sport. She hummed.
Patience, Mer, and Ill show you all the sport you can handle.
They fell into silence for a few miles, the quiet punctuated by Bulbs snoring.
Its finally done, then. Duncan murmured softly.
Its finally done. Hes in hell now. Summer replied. Its time to be concerned with the
living.
The look on his face, though, when he realised it was Winter and not you whod come to
see him that Ill enjoy for the rest of my life.
Yeah, me, too.
I also noticed that Winter didnt sense you at all.
And now you understand what Ive been trying to tell you?
Yes. I do. Though if the Fort doesnt work, Im out of options. You?
Nothing comes to mind, but well think of something.
I hope so, he sighed, the consequences if we dont makes me shudder.
Did you catch sight of Sandy? Summer asked and Duncan shook his head.
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When he doesnt want to be seen, he wont be. But he was there.
Summer grinned. He certainly was. It was all I could do to hold him back when well.
He cursed a blue streak that it was Bulb holding her and not him.
Dont be too hard on him, it would have been just as difficult for me too, if the situation
were reversed.
Summer rubbed her chest where the small calibre bullet Casper fired had gone right
through her. Duncan reached out and took her hand, kissed it and set it down in her lap.
It was a close thing for Winter and I, wasnt it. She murmured.
Summer felt his residual panic, his need to go to her when she went down and his
satisfaction at taking out Casper as reinforcements arrived. If hed given into his need to see
to her first, Casper may have had time to get another shot off, make sure she was dead.
Yes, Mer, it was a close thing. Duncan said. If youd died, if that bullet had been a
little more to the right I dont know what I would have done. Gone mad, probably. I really
do love you.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. You say that so easily.
It is, when its you Im telling.
Drive faster, soldier boy, I want to show my appreciation.
As the lady wishes. He said and pressed his foot further onto the accelerator.
* * *
Winter drifted on the sea between sleep and wakefulness. She could hear Summer and
Duncans soft conversation, but Summers words brought her to the surface of consciousness.
It was a close thing for Winter and I, wasnt it.
Yes, Mer, it was a close thing. If youd died, if that bullet had been a little more to the
right I dont know what I would have done. Gone mad, probably. I really do love you.
What? She cracked her eyelids and watched them.
Summer had been shot, too? Why didnt she tell me?
She ignored the rest of the conversation, that was private, though she felt the same longing
for someones love, the same love Summer obviously had for Duncan.
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Was someone out there, somewhere, for her, too? She hoped so. It would be awful to
watch Duncan and Summer grow as a couple while she walked this life alone. Oh, she had
no doubt Summer would let her spoil her children, let her play with them, conspire with them,
guide them, but it wouldnt be the same as having her own.
She could imagine auburn-haired kids with hazel eyes or brown haired urchins with her
dark green eyes. Three or four of them would be nice. Theyd live in a two storey house with
a garden, and a gardener. Hed go off to work and shed what? What would she do? Look
after the children? Not always, shed want something of her own, but what?
Well, shed have plenty of time to explore her options - she was still young. All she had to
do was find someone to share it all with.
An imaged flashed in her mind of the man whod been at the hospital, whod given her a
salute after her therapy, whod disappeared.
No one would tell her who he was. Oh, they didnt deny he existed, if they had she would
have chucked a temper tantrum, but no one was talking and that was as frustrating as
The car came around a forested corner and there, before her, lay a castle, lit up as if it were
an historic monument. An honest to God castle! Surely, that wasnt it, was it?
She slowly straightened and Summer glanced back at her.
There it is. Summer said.
Thats our home? Oh, my God! Youre kidding me! Its huge.
James liked to display his wealth. Duncan said with a bitterness she didnt understand.
Its certainly out there, as far as the rich and fatuous live. Winter replied.
Summer chuckled and Duncan eyed her suspiciously via the rear view mirror.
What? Winter asked.
Thats a comment the Winter of old would have made. He said.
Anyone with eyes would say it, mate. I mean, look at it. Its a bollocking great castle!
She pressed her face against the window like a kid as they came up to the front gate. The
giant wooden and steel doors, recently repaired she saw, ground open and Duncan drove
through to park in front of the sweeping stone entry stairs.
This is where we lived? She asked and got out of the car before anyone could reply.
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The cool, crisp and fragrant mountain night air brushed against her skin and she breathed it
in. This was so much better than the scent of illness and antiseptic.
The other occupants got out of the car slowly as Winter looked around. She heard the
grinding of steel and went the back of the car to watch the gates close, and then clang shut
like prison gates. A chill worked its way down her spine, but she shook it off and stared
straight up at the panorama of stars.
Oh, this is wonderful. She said and lowered her head.
Summer gave her a faint smile, but Duncan was already moving up the stairs.
Her sister came over to her and hooked her elbow through Winters. Therell be plenty of
time to explore in the morning. For now, let me show you your room. You look tired.
A wave of exhaustion swept over her and she nearly staggered. Youre right. Its been a
long and difficult day. She murmured and allowed Summer to help her up the stairs.
She didnt remember much about the journey to her room, or Summer helping her remove
her clothes, or the slide of warmed sheets on her skin. She simply murmured her thanks and
dropped into sleep.
Winter didnt feel her sister brush an errant curl off her forehead, or see the devastated
sadness on Summers face. She felt nothing of the gentle kiss Summer laid on her cheek, or
hear the whispered, I love you, Winter, be well soon.
* * *
She came awake as she fought her way out of a dream filled with fury invoking betrayal.
Winter found herself sitting up right, her hand in a fist, ready to punch anyone near, and
her heart pounding as if shed been running hard.
The images in her head faded before she could grasp them, but there was a document
and and a bank of screens set into a wall playing damn, it was gone, and she gently
thumped her forehead with her fist. A dull throb behind her eyes was the only evidence of her
turbulent thoughts.
She fell back onto the soft pillows and stared up at the ceiling. A stone ceiling. How did
they do that without them falling in? She wondered then grimaced at the wayward thought.
Who cared?
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Winter yawned until her eyes watered. Then she tossed aside the quilt and got out of bed.
How? Ah, hell, never mind. Someone had obviously helped her to bed after oh. She sat
back down.
Her father had died yesterday; had succumbed to a heart attack. All she could think of was
that he was free of a paralysed body now and was probably in a better place. The most
confusing thing was that she didnt know how she felt about it.
She should feel devastated, he was her father, after all, but she didnt. She felt empty, or
indifferent, and that felt wrong. She shouldnt feel indifferent to his death.
A chill swept across her skin. She could either get back into bed and rest which didnt
appeal except for the warmth provided or she could stop being a slug, get dressed and
explore.
Yeah. She said and stood. Lets see where I grew up.
Winter looked around the large room. It was a mish-mash of furniture. All of it dark wood
and hand carved. Heavy. She opened the wardrobe and pulled out underwear, a long sleeved
blue denim shirt and another pair of jeans. At the bottom of the wardrobe were boots. Leather
boots in all shades and for different things. She pulled out a pair of rubber-soled hiking boots.
If she was going to do some walking, she wanted her feet comfortable.
She gathered her clothes and walked to the door set to the left of her bed.
The door slowly swung inward and Winter stood there, her mouth open in shock at the
bathroom.
Black and gold tiles spread out across the floor and partially up the walls in some Italian
design, but what caught her attention was her own personal spa, a separate gold-shot black
bath so big it could hold Parliament, a shower that could host a Manchester United party and
wide, deep shelf space on the wall length vanity.
Oh, blimey! She said. This is mine? She kept staring as she tentatively stepped inside.
Well, arent I the muckety-muck Queen of Engerland! She grinned.
She set the clothes on top of the vanity and began opening cupboards and drawers,
touching towels and personal hygiene stuff, brushes, sponges, packets of toothbrushes and
toothpaste, lush creams and lotions, stuff she didnt recognise.
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Finally, the coldness of the room sank in and she walked to the shower and turned the hot
water tap.
Jesus wept! Its got two heads! Grinning like a fiend, she got in and enjoyed the luxury
of water flowing over her from two directions. She washed her hair and let the water pound
her upper back and front.
Winter stared down at the reddened scar she now bore and her smile faded. Lifting a
finger, she touched the circular mark. It didnt hurt, but it must have when it happened;
unless, she mused, shed been shot in the head first.
Winter started as she heard the echo of two gunshots. She knew it was in her head, but it
made her jump anyway. Done with the shower, she turned it off and stepped out.
She dragged out a giant, fluffy black towel and dried off, dressed slowly as she tried to
hear the gunshots again, to gauge the direction theyd come from. But she couldnt.
She rubbed at a mirror and stared at the second red scar, above her left eyebrow. An inch
and a half long.
I must have a hard head indeed for the bullet not to penetrate. And then she looked away.
At least she now knew Summer was right. She would regain her memories, all it would
take was time, and she had plenty of that.
* * *
Sandy sat at the kitchen bench and shovelled the blueberry pancakes into his mouth.
Monsieur Montpellier, you are a master. He said around a mouthful.
Bien. It is good that you know this. The chef grinned and poured him a glass of freshly
squeezed orange juice.
I wont ask you to teach me, Im beyond that.
Indeed. Louis agreed. While I am always up for a challenge, there are some battles I
cannot ope to win.
Sandy laughed and lowered his head to his plate.
And ere, Louis said softly, is one battle I was glad to take a part in winning.
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Sandy looked up. The bluff, excruciatingly French chef had an expression of joyful
sadness. But he wasnt looking at Sandy, he stared at the door and Sandy turned. Nearly
choked on his pancakes as he saw Winter standing there, a lost expression on her face.
Before he could move, the chef had moved forward and enveloped his woman in a hug.
Sandy heard her squeak, under the pressure of the chefs arms and thought to run, but it
was too late. Louis let her go.
Chere. You look as beautiful as ever. Come, you are too thin. I make pancakes. Blueberry
because they are good for you.
And then her eyes landed on Sandy and widened.
Who are you? She asked, her voice hesitant.
Sandy had two choices: he could tell her exactly who he was and what they meant to each
other, or he could bend the truth a little and go with the flow, like Summer and Trio
wanted.
In that instant she levelled a glare at him, he thought Trios way was probably the best. He
slid off his stool and carefully approached.
I am Lieutenant Justin Beech, of the Special Operations Brigade.
He saw the flare of fear in her eyes before she looked away.
Im also here to help you. He said more softly and quelled the aching need to take her
into his arms.
The nod she gave was short and unconvincing, but he went back to his now cold pancakes.
The one thing he would not do was scare her. She had to adapt in her own way, in her own
time.
She sat across from him and Louis placed a heaped plate of pancakes in front of her. Those
dark green eyes widened and she looked up at the chef.
I cant eat all of this!
Louis tweaked her nose. It is what you always say, chere, and yet when I return, the plate
is clean. What am I to think? Eh? You eat now, you bitch at me later, yes?
Okay. Winter said demurely and lowered her head.
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It was sad to think that once she would have engaged in some banter with the chef, now
she accepted his word. Louis glanced at him, tears welling in his eyes before he turned back
to stove.
Sandy held his orange juice and watched her eat. She didnt look up, didnt look anywhere
except her plate and he wondered what she was thinking. It couldnt be good, he thought,
watching her hand tremble as she lifted another piece of pancake towards her mouth.
It makes me uncomfortable when you watch me, Lieutenant Beech. She said.
I cant help it. Youre a beautiful woman. He said without inflection.
And the hospital? When I awoke? Why were you there?
He had to tread carefully here. She wouldnt accept that hed been all but paralysed by
grief and fear at her catatonia; that he had to be with her, giving her his support and love,
willing her to come out of it.
Better to stick with the official line. I was there for your protection.
Her head finally lifted and confusion swam in her eyes. You kissed me.
Heat rose in his face. How did he get out of this one?
Louis placed a mug of fragrant coffee before her and sighed over her half finished
pancakes. He didnt pick them up and Sandy figured that if he left them alone she might eat
the rest as well.
She raised an eyebrow, so like Summer in that respect, and her expression demanded an
answer. It seemed important to her.
He sipped his juice and took his time slowly looking over her face, even the ridged scar on
the left side of her forehead, until he saw the faint red tinge colour her cheeks.
Yes well. She said and sipped her coffee, frowned and drank some more.
No one, he knew from experience, made coffee like Louis.
You, uh, were there at my therapy.
Again, for your protection.
She held the mug in her hands, as if to warm them. He could do that for her, but he let the
thought drift away.
Can you tell me why? She asked.
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He shook his head. Not really, not until you regain some of your memories.
I get flashes, you know, of this place, of the people in it, but nothing solid, nothing long
enough to get a bead on.
He nearly said he knew, but drank instead. Summer had been very generous in her invasion
of Winters memories and in sharing them with those who loved her. It made life difficult to
know things about Winter that she didnt, to know what she dreamed of and not comment.
Summer was bending over backwards to keep things secret, but anything germane to
Winters condition, she shared. But Sandy knew it was breaking Summers heart not to do
more for her sister, not to give her the memories. And, he knew, Summer was breaking her
own rule of invading someones private mind to reach them.
Sandy eased out a breath.
If youre finished, may I escort you around the Fort? He asked politely.
Um I thought that you know Summer would this being our home. She winced
at her wording. Not to offend you or anything.
He smiled. This woman was so unlike the firebrand he knew; she was more like Summer
before she tangled with Trio, all polite and honest.
Summer and her fianc are busy this morning.
Oh. Oh, man. She said clearly embarrassed and filling in the details of just how busy
they were.
I, er, overheard Summer and Duncan talking last night. She began, and then hesitated.
Uh, oh, he thought and braced himself for some tricky questions.
Summer was shot, too?
Sandy kept the relief off his face. Yes.
She didnt say anything about it.
No. Weve all been worried about you. Youre injuries were more dangerous, not to
lessen Summers wound, but you were as close to death as anyone can be and still come back
whole. It still gave him nightmares and he tried to keep the rage at a manageable level.
Hed been standing right next to her when James stepped out of the cloakroom, lifted his
revolver and fired two quick shots. The first had hit Winter in the chest, the next in her head
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and shed fallen back. He still recalled the spike of panic as he reached out and caught her,
carried her to the ground; tried with Sergeant Cranbrook to stem the flow of blood.
Hed prayed as hard as he could, swore and cursed and pleaded with her not to die.
Lieutenant Beech? She broke him out of the memory.
Yeah? he asked and refocused on her.
Where was she shot?
In the foyer; like you. That information wasnt barred, was it?
She gave him a quick smile. I meant, where on her body.
Oh, ah. His gaze lowered to her chest and he had a thought. She was shot in the back by
a traitor. A through and through. Interestingly enough, I think you two bear similar scars.
Winters hand lifted to the dimpled scar. Oh. And the man who did this? Hes in jail?
There were three assassins. One is dead, two incarcerated.
Im glad. She murmured and drained her coffee. If the offer is still on the table, Id
like Id like to look around. She said shyly and he smiled.
Of course, Ms Pocklington. He said hoping shed miss the sarcasm. Sure enough, her
lips twisted.
Please, if youre going to be here for a while, call me Winter. Ms Pocklington doesnt
quite sit well with me.
He slid of his stool and came around the bench. At least she knew instinctively that it
wasnt right. He held out his elbow to her and she took it.
You come back for lunch at 12.30! Louis called, disgusted. I ave not slaved all
morning for you to ignore my fine food!
Again, she had that touch of red on her cheeks as she turned to the chef. Im sorry, chef, I
guess Im still not back to my normal appetite.
Louis! You must call me, Louis. Chef, he muttered and cleared the plates away. I am
not a chef ordinaire! I am Louis.
They made it to the door before he called out again. And don you forget! It is Louis! If
you are late, chere, I will unt you down!
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As if I could forget with that temperament. She muttered so only Sandy could hear.
He patted her hand and laughed. Thats my girl.
She glanced at him strangely but let the comment pass.
Where would you like to start? From the bottom up, or from the top down?
Well, she said as they strolled down the hallway. I dont know whats on the lower
levels.
Ah, the dungeon. Sandy said and she chuckled.
Whats down there? An extensive wine cellar? The garage? A gymnasium?
He squeezed her closer. No, its a dungeon.
For real?
For real. They reached the door leading down and he hesitated. Would she begin to
remember? Then he shook it off. His mission was to help Winter regain her memories. And
come hell or high water, he would do that. If those memories hurt him or her, it would be
bitter medicine.
He pushed open the door and they descended the stone steps. The area was well lit for a
dungeon and kept clean. There were no spider webs in corners, or dust piles, no mould or
lichen marked the stonework.
Her steps slowed as the barred cells came into view.
She pulled her hand from his arm and went to the first one, gripped the bars and looked
inside. This is amazing, but why would Father have them here?
Its a modified, scaled replica of a castle in Scotland, I believe. I dont know the history,
but outside, its built to the same specifications, but inside, there are subtle differences. Some
of the buildings changed around. I understand he liked the imposing nature of the Fort, or
castle, to reflect his wealth and power. The antiques upstairs, for example, but youll have
noticed them?
She glanced over her shoulder at him and shook her head. I hadnt given them much
thought, only that they seemed, garish or pretty. I didnt think they might be genuine. Ill have
to be more careful of them.
He opened the next door.
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Winter drew her hand along the bars as she walked down the corridor. She came to Trios
cell and nearly walked by it, but there was a missing bar; one shed removed with her talent.
She stopped and studied the gap.
Why isnt this one complete? Her thumb brushed the smooth edges where the steel bar
had been.
Sandy couldnt come up with a reasonable explanation, so when she turned to him, he
shrugged.
Seems a little odd. She said and peered inside. There was nothing left to indicate Trios
stay. Someone had cleaned the place, remade the bed and left it as if waiting for another
prisoner.
She opened the door to the utility room and peered inside, then closed the door.
Sandy guided her around the corner to the next door, opened it and ushered her inside. This
cell block had been his temporary home.
He considered himself fortunate he had no bad memories from his time in here, but what
would she think? Theyd both gotten pretty emotional and intimate.
Her steps slowed as she approached the cell door. I think I know this place. She said, and
then turned tortured dark green eyes to him. What did I do?
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Chapter Four
Images popped into her head, but she didnt know if they were real or not - images of her
shouting at Lieutenant Beech, who was behind the bars, a sense of betrayal. A flash of her and
him in an intimate clinch, but nothing made sense.
She raised a hand and rubbed the scar on her forehead until Justin gently took her hand and
lowered it. What are you remembering? He asked softly.
You. In there. Me. Out here, reaming you a new one. But why? Why would you be in
there? She pulled her hand free and backed away from him. Cells were for criminals.
She saw his expression tighten. What else do you remember? He pressed.
Winter shook her head.
Tell me. He ordered.
Again she shook her head and he huffed out a breath, jammed his fists onto his hips and
kicked the lowest cell bar. Damn it.
He ran his fingers through his hair, then paused, tilted his head and gave her a smile.
Okay, come with me.
Why? She asked, still backing away.
You want answers as to why I was in there? Well, Im going to give them to you, and
more. Its what you want isnt it? To know more?
Ye-es.
Then lets go. He led the way back around the corner, through the doors and up the
stairs. Winter hurried to catch up to him, expecting what exactly?
He went around the corner of the stairs, through the foyer and up the next flight. Winter
didnt pause at the scene of her shooting, she was more curious about where he as going. Up
he went and she followed, but lost her breath and stopped to catch it halfway up.
She rested her hand on the wall and dragged in some deep breaths. Lieutenant Beech was
oblivious and kept going. She didnt call out, she had some pride left, but damn, she thought
Russells torturing her would have produced better results than this!
Winter sat down on the step and leaned on her elbows two steps above, waited for her
breath to return and for her legs to stop imitating jelly.
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She reached up and pulled her shirt aside, studied the pale flesh of the bullet wound.
Suddenly she could hear shouting, demands, gunshots and pleading. She tried to focus on the
sounds, but they faded and she covered herself up again, leaned her head back and blew out a
breath.
It was something, she guessed, a residual memory because there was no pain with the
noises.
What disturbed her the most was what she remembered about the dungeon. Lieutenant
Beech, giving her a cocky, daring grin and she burning with resentment and something
else. Another image of him with his face pressed to the bars, close to hers, his eyes filled
with heat and again daring her. Then there was the x-rated part, with her wrapped around
him, inside the cell, naked and as desperate for him as he was for her. Now, like when shed
first remembered, she felt a sudden burst of arousal and heat flare across her skin.
Why would she do that? Was that what she was like? Screwing the prisoners? Give them
some comfort? No, that didnt feel right. But damn, she could almost feel him moving inside
her.
She kept her focus on the memory, his intensity, the slick silky texture of his skin under
her hands, his fingers digging into her butt.
Someone cleared their throat behind her and she turned her head to look up.
Summer stood above her, dressed in jeans and a red shirt, hands demurely clasped in front
of her, her face flushed with red.
Winter gave her a grin. She knew where that flush came from. Hows Duncan? She
asked with an impish smile.
Summer looked blank for a moment, and then lowered her gaze. Hes fine. Still sleeping.
Her sisters smile turned wicked. Though Im tempted to go and wake him.
Ah. Still cant keep your hands off each other, eh? Well, she rolled onto her stomach.
Why the hell should you?
Indeed. Summer said and tilted her head. Why are you lying sprawled on the stair case?
Did you fall?
Nope, just became really tired and decided to have a lie down. She replied.
Perhaps you should rest in your room. Summer suggested.
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Winter shook her head. No, heres fine.
Summer came down the stairs and sat next to her, put her elbows on her knees and her chin
in her hands. This is giving me the almighty shits. She said and Winter laughed, sat up.
What is?
Watching out for you and not being able to help.
Oh, that, well all in good time. And just to make you feel better, I did remember a few
things in the dungeon.
The dungeon? Summer lifted her head. She looked somewhat alarmed at the idea. What
on earth were you doing down there?
Having a look around. Winter lifted a shoulder. It seemed like a good idea at the time,
but what was Lieutenant Beech doing behind bars?
Ah that. Yes, well Summer hedged.
Dont tell me, Winter sighed, its one of the things I have to remember on my own.
Fraid so.
Winter found herself rubbing her forehead again and dropped her hand. Show me your
scar. She said suddenly and Summer blinked at her.
What?
Show me where you were shot.
How?
I overheard what Duncan said last night about nearly losing you. She frowned as she
tried to remember what hed said. Oh, yes. He said: If youd died, if that bullet had been a
little more to the right So, show me your scar.
With a non-plussed expression on her face, Summer unbuttoned her blouse and parted it.
Winter did the same.
Lieutenant Beech was right. They now had identical scars. How weird is that? She said
as Summer displayed a wider, but still dimpled bullet hole on the inside of her breast.
What is?
Well, yours is bigger, but they at the same spot. Weird, dont you think?
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Summer closed her shirt and re-buttoned it. Its not a memory I like to relive.
Sorry. Winter said. You got all the pain and anguish to go along with it, while I slept
the healing away.
Dont. Summer said and touched her hand. It was a bad time for all of us.
Winter leaned to the side and put her head on Summers shoulder as if it were the most
natural thing in the world. Im sorry to be such a pain in the arse with all this. If I could
recover my memories faster, I would.
I know, Winnie, I know.
Winter lifted her head. Dont call me that. She growled and Summer smirked at her.
At least you remember that much.
Winter had a flash of Summers fist coming at her, then nothing.
Did we fight over it?
Once. Summer nodded. You were pissed about something, and I I provoked a fight
over it.
Had to be a man. Winter muttered and Summer laughed.
Had to be. She said, but no more.
Winter used Summers knee to push herself upright. Well, Mer, Im not getting any closer
to finding those elusive memories, so Id better get going. Ill see you at lunch?
Summer nodded without looking at her, so she missed the surge of tears in Summers eyes
at Winters use of her nickname.
Good. Winter began trudging up the stairs again.
She made her way up; slowly, one step at a time, using the wall as a support in case her
legs gave out. Already they were trembling with effort.
Finally, she reached the top and staggered over to a spindly-legged chair, slumped into it.
The wood creaked under her weight and she hunched down, offended that the chair would
think her heavy. She hung her head and took in a few breaths. Damn, she was tired. Maybe
she would take up Summers suggestion and go back to bed for a few hours.
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But she looked forlornly at the stairs. That would mean going down a couple of flights and
she figured shed go the easy way: head first. Nope, better to stay here and recuperate for a
few minutes.
She began massaging one thigh, then other.
Madam! An outraged voice called from down the hallway. A trim man with grey-
flecked, dark hair strode towards her. That is a seventeenth century French antique, and not
for sitting in! He said as he reached her.
What? She said with mock horror. You mean its not a chair at all? She rose, turned
and looked at it.
Of course its a chair, you he bit off what he was about to say and narrowed his eyes
instead. So, Winter, youve returned. Come to bask in your victory?
He had the mean eyes to match his temperament, she decided. But victory? What victory
was that? And who was this peacock?
Who the hell are you and why do you want to know?
His expression turned sly. Dont play games with me, missy. I know what you did and
when the police catch up with you, youll spend the rest of your life in a deep, dark cell.
Personally, I hope they throw away the key and leave you to rot!
His vehemence shocked her. He truly did wish her ill. And what is it you think I did?
She asked with false calm.
Finished the job Summer did on his Lordship, of course.
Finished the job?
He stared at her with a burning hate that was almost tangible. One to start the job one to
finish it. Summer, he sneered, stroked him out. But you. He poked in her the chest. You
ended it by killing him.
I did not! But she flashed guiltily on the panic in her fathers eyes when shed visited
him in the hospital.
What did you do? Turn his heart to stone, his blood to acid? Oh, that would have been
sweet for the likes of you. He went on, ignoring her protest.
The likes of me? What the hell are you saying?
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Oh, he enjoyed having Summer around, she at least could be useful, but you? Your talent
was worthless to him, you were worthless to him, nothing but an annoying burden. It was all
about Summer and as long as she was happy, you could stay. And you hated him for it. Swore
to make him pay. Well, live it up, mutant, because it wont last! He turned on his heel and
strode away, leaving Winter absolutely stunned.
She slumped back into the chair, shocked at the slashing words. Her lower lip trembled and
she held her hands to them, tried to quell the impending tears.
And stay off the bloody antiques! The man yelled at her from where he held a door
handle.
Winter slowly got up, but wobbled.
Hands reached out to hold her up; masculine hands that wrapped around her upper arms
and drew her back into his body; his familiar body. The hands slid down to wrap around
her waist. He simply held her, nothing more.
You okay? Lieutenant Beech murmured in her ear.
Who who was he? And why did he say such terrible things? She asked and leaned
back into his strength.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Summer coming up the stairs, anger in her eyes, felt
the Lieutenant give her a nod that she eventually returned. Then she went back down the
stairs.
Whats going on, Lieutenant?
That was your fathers personal secretary, Wallace Chambers. A loyal minion if ever
there was one. He said with a growl. Dont take what he said
Winter pushed out of his arms. Stop right there, mister. She glared at him. No more
coddling, no more half truths or evasions, okay?
He gave her a pained expression. There are some things I simply cant tell you, Winter.
Fair enough, but when I ask a question, I expect an honest answer.
If I can. He sighed.
Winter rubbed her eyes. I need a nap. She muttered and eyed the stairs warily.
Im here to help you, Winter, surely you understand that? Im here to help and protect.
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She wasnt sure she agreed with him, but in this instance, she doubted she could take the
stairs on her own, so she swallowed her bruised pride. Yeah, okay, sure. She said with ill-
grace.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and held on to her as she made her way back to her
room.
Exhausted, she flopped face down and fell into a deep sleep without thanking him.
* * *
Sandy patted the disc he had in his pocket. Thered be plenty of time to show it to her
when she awoke. In the meantime, hed better go and talk to Summer.
Chambers was becoming a pain in the ass, but because of all that had happened, no one
knew who could fire the man, or even if they should. He kept a tight reign on the Pocklington
Empire and would continue to do so until Sir James death had been sorted out and the will
read.
Still, it wouldnt hurt to suggest that auditors be brought in, and an administrator until
someone could take over.
He knew Summer had been trained to do so, but her attentions were elsewhere and it
would be the perfect opportunity for someone like Chambers to wreck the whole company, or
at least put his sticky fingers in the substantial till.
He watched as Winter slept, his heart yearning to lie down beside her. But he had a job to
do, and sleep was the best thing for her. No doubt when she woke up, shed be full of
questions and demanding answers. Some he could give; others, he couldnt.
On a sigh, he went in search of Summer.
* * *
Winter knew she was dreaming, knew shed all but passed out on her own bed, and yet the
dream had the feel of truth about it and that couldnt be. This was simply a nightmare brought
on by stress.
She was a teenager, about seventeen, standing the courtyard of the Fort. Summer was a
teenager and her father was younger. The burning in his eyes, burning pride in Summer,
burning disappointment in her, all churned within her.
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What is the man thinking, Summer? He asked and pointed to the handsome guard Winter
had a crush on. Summer didnt know about that, she had pinky-promised when they were ten
never to invade Winters mind. Shed called it Summers Rule and she promised never to
look inside peoples heads for personal information.
But Father Father constantly asked her questions about who was thinking what. Summer
didnt want to, but she wanted to please him more. Usually, the questions were to do with
business. Not like today though, she thought with dread. Today, her father was in a
toweringly filthy and cruel mood. And she would, as usual, bear the brunt of his displeasure.
That its a poor thing to be keeping two pretty young teenagers locked away from the
world, Father.
Winter? Her fathers lip curled slightly.
Yes, Father? She whispered.
Do you know of him?
Winter shook her head, but she knew he knew she lied, she could see it in the triumphant
depths.
What else, Summer. Father kept his eyes on hers and she swallowed hard.
Summer turned to her, no longer a teenager, but the adult she knew. You dont have to
remember this, Winter. She said as the world froze.
But I do. The teenaged Winter said. Its about who and what I am.
Summer nodded with resignation. When you awaken, come and see me. Im sure you
have questions.
Agreed. Winter said and Summer turned into a teenager. The dream world continued.
He thinks Winter is hot. Summer said with a smirk. And and hes glad that she
likes him, too. She told him he was cute and he thought he thought Oh, dear. Hed liked
to do things with her.
Winter flinched. Sometimes, her sister simply repeated others thoughts without
considering the consequences of doing so.
You lied to me, Winter? Again?
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His questions didnt need a reply, but Summer turned, horror at what she said and pleading
for understanding on her face.
Winter hardened her resolve. Oh, she understood. She understood that when Summer was
with Father, she could do no wrong in his eyes, and she, Winter was never right! She
understood that as long as she hung around her sister, Summer would always betray her to her
father, no matter her good intentions.
She deliberately looked away from Summer, knowing it hurt her sister, but not caring.
How many times have I told you to stay away from the guards? Father demanded.
Too many. She sneered back at him.
His eyes narrowed. Build me a chain. He ordered.
No, Father! Summer cried, but he held up his hand.
Build me a steel chain, you good for nothing mutant whelp!
Not this time.
He slapped her across the cheek and Winter went with the blow, staggered, but kept her
feet.
Father hit her again and she dropped, skin stinging from the blow. Summer stood to the
side, wringing her hands, her head swivelling from one to the other.
Winter felt her lip curl with disdain and then looked up at Father. He stood over her with
the fire of hate in his eyes. He drew back his leg to kick her.
Dont, Father. Summer said softly. Or Ill never look into anothers mind again.
As threats went, it was a beauty, but Winter was beyond feeling grateful, hed find her
alone again and punish her anyway. He always did and he swore that if Summer found out,
hed pack her bags and throw her out, tell Summer she couldnt hack it any more and had
walked out. His threat held sway, for she knew hed continue to manipulate her sister until she
did something unforgivable. And she couldnt allow that.
One day, she said, youll not strike me without serious retribution. And slowly
climbed to her feet, wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand.
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Father simply knocked her down again, this time with a fist. She fell to her hands and
knees. He knew as well as Winter, Summers threat was empty; she was too much in his thrall
to see her warning through.
Winter saw stars and drew on the molecules around her, dragged what she needed from
everywhere and formed in her mind a silver, razor sharp dagger. And there it was in her hand.
She looked up, but he was already striding away to the guard who liked her.
She sat back on her heels and mourned. Shed never see him again.
Summer came and kneeled next to her, her eyes firmly on the dagger in Winters hand.
Why do you provoke him? She asked.
Why do I what? Jesus, Summer, when are you going to stop being so fucking nave!
Im not! I just think
What? That I should try harder? To be more like you? Well, Im sorry, but I dont read
fucking minds! I dont reach in and pluck any information he wants, just because he asks for
it!
Summer lifted her shoulders, a little uncomfortable. Its not like that. She said softly.
Im helping him with the business, thats all.
You are mind-fucking people so he can have more money, more power, more
everything!
I am not! She said again and Winter huffed out a breath of frustration.
Winter got to her feet. Come and see me when you come to your senses. She said and
walked away. Stupid git.
Not everything was all nice and sweet in the world. Not everything was rosy and pleasant
and calm and She reached the door that led to the kitchen. What she needed was a good
work out.
Winter went inside, despondent, angry and sick with fear for her sister. That bastard would
suck her dry and toss her away, she thought and there was nothing, nothing Winter could do
about it.
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Chapter Five
When her eyes opened, they were bleary, as blurred as when shed first come out of the
coma and she raised her hand to wipe her face. Froze with her hand in front of her eyes.
With a squeak of terror, she threw the dagger away and scrambled to the other side of the
bed as if the weapon would bite.
Swallowing hard, Winter crept back, leaned over the bed and saw the glitter of the silver
and, no doubt, razor-edged dagger, resting in the corner next to her wardrobe.
Someones trying to freak me out. She decided. And theyre doing a bang up job. But
the memory of the dream stayed with her. But everybody dreamed of being a hero, of being
special, didnt they? Didnt they?
She lifted a trembling hand to her mouth, and then dropped her hand in fright.
None of it was true. Of course. She flopped back and stared up at the ceiling. Of course, it
wasnt. It was a dream, only a stupid dream.
Not a dream, sister mine, a memory.
Summer? You sound tired. She sat up and looked around. Where are you?
In the kitchen having a rather sumptuous lunch that Louis is pissed you are missing.
Winter climbed off the bed and searched around, under the bed, in the wardrobe, in the
bathroom. Come on, quit fooling around. Where are you really?
Im really in the kitchen.
Then how come I can hear you? Winters eyes scanned the room.
You know why.
Winter stopped, cold fear washed through her. Im still asleep, arent I? No way this can
happen in real life.
Why not?
Because because it just cant! Thats why! She was beginning to shake, could feel
the shivers zing across her skin.
Come and talk with me, Winter. Ill explain it to you.
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No, no way She had to get out of here, get away from these strangers who what?
She didnt know them! They could be anyone! Theyd never actually proved they were who
they said. They could be could be Shit!
She pulled open the wardrobe and began dragging clothes out: jeans, shirts, underwear; all
the boots - she wasnt leaving them behind - and tossed them onto the bed. Then she ran into
the bathroom and collected what she could carry, brought the stuff back and added to the pile.
On the top of the wardrobe was a backpack. She jumped up and pulled it down, stuffed
everything inside.
Youll need money. Lieutenant Beech said from the doorway and she spun around.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, checked the bills, shrugged,
offered them to her.
Dont try and stop me. Winter said and continued to stuff the backpack.
Im not. I said I would help you, protect you, and thats exactly what Im doing. Take the
money.
No.
Take the goddamned money! He strode to her and stuffed the bills into the top pocket of
her shirt.
Dont do this, Justin, dont be kind to me! She pleaded and reached up for the money.
Kind? Kind to you? Why you bitch. He said softly and held her arms. After all youve
been through, living with that asshole, being tortured by him, manipulated by him, shot by
him, you accuse me of being kind? Well, now Im insulted. His hands slid down to hers.
Good, now maybe youll go away so I can get the hell out of here. She tried to tug her
hands free.
Where will you go?
Winter shrugged. There was a whole new world out there to be explored, and she could go
anywhere in it.
What will you do? His thumbs were making circles on the back of her hands, making her
feel things she shouldnt.
Ill find something.
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Winter, you are now one of the most recognised women on the planet. One of the
Pocklington heiresses. People will know who you are, even if you dont; youll be a target for
all sorts of crackpots, especially kidnappers who wont care as long as they get some serious
money out of the estate.
Oh. She hadnt thought of that. I guess Ill go into hiding somewhere.
And Summer?
The spike of fear was sharp and clear. Shes not
Dont say it, Winter. Justin warned softly. Youve already broken her heart; dont break
her spirit, too.
She lowered her head with a sigh. This is all so fucked up. She murmured.
Yes it is. But we get over it, and we move on.
Now she did pull free. She paced the room, thrust her hands through her hair, waved her
arms around. How? How do get over it, huh? How do you move on from knowing your sister
can pick the very thoughts out of your head, any image, any secret, anything and everything
youve ever thought, said or done? That she knows Heat flashed through her body and she
wobbled. The stairs. Summers amused distraction and blush. She wasnt thinking about
Duncan, shed picked up on what she, Winter, had been thinking. Oh, my, God! She said
and sat down on the floor, covered her burning face with her hands.
Winter, are you okay? Justin squatted before her, his face pale with concern.
Her laugh lacked humour and she covered her mouth, to stop the hysterical giggles from
escaping.
Shes always been able to do this, hasnt she?
Yes, from what I understand.
Winter eased back to lie flat on the floor, the cool of the stone easing her heated body.
She knows everything about me. Everything Ive ever done, doesnt she?
No, actually. She has this rule
Summers Rule.
Yes. He said, surprised. How did you know?
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I had a dream. Thats what she called it; but how much do I believe it? I dont know. She
threw her arm across her eyes. I thought she we were normal, that all this this Fort was
something special.
You are special, Winter, in so many other ways.
She lowered her arm. She sent you up here, didnt she?
Justin nodded, his gaze hooded. Yes.
And she asked you to stop me from leaving.
No. He shook his head. Shes letting you go. Freedom, when its finally given, isnt
freedom if youre still in the same place. Summer wants you to be happy, like she is, to be
content, if thats what you want. What she never wants is for you to be hurt ever again.
Justin brushed the scar on her forehead. Whether its a physical hurt, or an emotional one,
its one thing she cannot stand.
Summer felt it. Winter realised. She felt me being shot.
Yes. She fell at the same time, in the same way. I thought shed been gunned down, too.
He shook his head. I thought Duncan would go ballistic, me, I had other things on my mind,
like trying to save you. His eyes held an intensity, she thought shed seen before.
Winter sighed. This has been difficult for her, for you all.
She has Duncan to lean on.
They have each other. He said and helped her sit up.
Winter! Sandy! Came Summers urgent call.
Winter flinched. Not again, please?
Shush. He wrapped an arm around her. What is it, Summer?
Get Winer out f here. Her voice slurred as if... Summer shared her blurry view of
Akiko approaching her, a triumphant smile curving her lips, then lowered to the half-filled
coffee cup.
Oh, crap. What about you? Justin asked as he hauled Winter to her feet.
Ill fin you, don doubt Her voice and the images cut off and that spurred Justin into
action. He picked up Winters backpack.
Winter scrambled across the floor and picked up the dagger, held it in her hand.
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Justin simply nodded at her. Lets go! Move it, move it!
He went through the door first, shrugging into pack as he went. There was no one outside
and he jogged down the hallway to the back stairs, trusting shed follow him.
The images Summer had sent were enough for her, though and she trailed close. He went
down the stairs fast, checked the next hallway and began jogging.
It was as if he was making a zig-zag through the castle, checking as he went. He stopped at
the top of the next set. Winter leaned against the wall and dragged in some breaths. She didnt
think they were stopping for her to rest.
Give me the knife. He ordered and she handed it to him. Can you make another one?
No. She said and he looked at her. No. She said again and he clicked his tongue in
disgust. What? You think I can make them out of thin air? She asked in a harsh whisper.
I know you can. He returned and darted off. She stumbled after him and he paused at the
bottom, checking left and right.
What do you mean you know I can make them out of thin air?
He tossed a grin over his shoulder at her. Ive seen you do other stuff, too. He said and
again, left her standing there. She jogged after him and crouched behind him, when he ducked
down at the end of the corridor.
What other stuff?
He waved her to be silent and she shut her mouth and fumed.
They both waited, then Justin peeled off the pack and dived down the stairs. Winter
blinked and scrambled to see what he was doing.
He was slowly lowering a man to the steps, wiping the knife off as he did so.
Winter ducked back, her stomach roiling with nausea. Hed just killed a man! Just killed
him.
Justin came back up and grabbed the pack. Come on. He whispered and pulled the straps
over his shoulders.
You killed him. She said, wide eyed with shock.
He was in my way. Here. He offered her the mans pistol.
I dont know how to use it. She said and looked up at him. But accepted the weapon.
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Yeah, actually, you do. Dont worry so; itll come back to you when you need it most.
Kind of like riding a bike. He turned and went down the stairs, side-stepping the dead man.
I dont know how to ride a bike, you idiot! She muttered, tucked the gun into the back of
her jeans and followed him down, giving the body a wide berth.
At the bottom, he stopped, glanced back at her and lifted his chin.
What? She mouthed.
Go back. He mouthed back at her.
She did as he asked: trudged back up, her legs tiring with every step. She waited at the very
top, but didnt go into the hallway.
Winter listened carefully, heard a footfall in the hallway behind her and found her hand
wrapped around the pistol butt, slowly pulled it from her waistband and held down along her
leg.
She held her breath, listened hard, and heard another stealthy scuff. Someone wasnt being
as careful as they should. She brought the pistol forward, held in both hands and stepped
down to give herself room.
She held one hand over her thumb and eased the cocking mechanism back. It clicked
slowly then stopped.
With sweating hands and pounding heart, she waited, her gaze going from one side of the
hallway and back again, prayed no one stepped into her sights.
Deciding she didnt really want to lie in wait, she slowly backed down the stairs. She cut
across to the opposite wall so those below wouldnt see her and marvelled at her sneakiness.
Had she truly done this before? She didnt think so, but it felt like the right thing to do.
No one came down the stairs, and no one came up. In fact, Justin had disappeared.
She waited on the last step, her ears wide open for any sound. She couldnt hear a damn
thing, though. She expected mayhem, noise, shouting, demands, whatever as Akiko and the
guards came for her; but she didnt.
This attack was by stealth.
Winter kept swivelling her head, gun at the ready, for any movement, thought she saw a
shadow on the steps above and turned.
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A hand suddenly covered her mouth and she froze. This way. Justin whispered in her ear
and she wanted to kick him. Really, really hard, but that could wait. She followed him down
the last step and around the corner to the next level.
This staircase led to the dungeons and they quietly sneaked down.
Justin eased open the door, held it and pushed her through, and then followed, quietly
shutting the door.
He led the way down the corridor, and ducked into a cell.
Winter followed him in, crouched next to him as he pulled a large stone backwards. She
was about to ask how he could do that, when she realised the stone wasnt real.
Justin tossed her a grin and indicated with his head that she should get in.
She rolled her eyes and crawled in. She expected another cell, or a tiny hidey-hole. What
she saw were disused, dark, dusty, cobwebby steps leading down.
Behind her, she heard the rasp of plastic on stone as Justin pulled the brick back into place.
There was a click and he joined her, turned on a flashlight and shone it down the steps.
What do you think? He asked.
I dont know. What am I supposed to think? She asked testily.
This, Winter, is one of your bolt holes. I found it purely by accident when checking the
security of this place.
Winter looked around. I dont recognise it. She murmured.
Never mind, lets go. He grabbed her hand and guided her down once more.
Its horrible down here, she thought, all dripping and slippery and... ick! Ick! Spider
webby!
She brushed the offending sticky strands from her face and prayed she didnt have any
creepy, crawly, eight-legged beasties in her hair.
Winter gripped Justins hand tightly. They went down one set of heavily carved, uneven
steps, then turned and went down another. Then another. And another.
Her legs trembled, and she tried not to stumble, but eventually, she did and pushed into
Justin. He dropped her hand and put his arm around her waist.
I know you must be tired, but hang on for just a little while longer, okay?
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Since she didnt have any breath left, she nodded instead.
Good girl. And he walked with her down the last set.
At the bottom was a steel-banded wooden door. It looked like it had been there for
centuries, but it was merely stained with water and slime.
Justin let her go, handed her the flashlight and put his shoulder to the door. At first, it
didnt budge, but then she heard a groan and then a cracking. The door slowly opened onto
the afternoon with Justin silhouetted against it.
He looked so strong, so capable standing there between her and the world, ready to take on
all comers. It gave her a strange feeling in the centre of her chest. A familiar one, though she
didnt recognise it. Probably heart-burn, she thought, from Louis pancakes.
Come on, weve a long way to go. He held out his hand to her and she put her own in
his. His strong fingers wrapped around her palm and he pulled her into daylight, into the cool
mountain air. Then he pushed and shoved the door closed.
Where can we go? She asked as he picked up her hand again and hauled her down a deer
path.
Dont worry, Ill find somewhere safe. For both of us.
Too tired to argue, Winter let him drag her through the forest. It was simply a case of
putting one foot in front of the other.
As the afternoon light waned, her chest began to burn and her head ached. She hadnt had
this much exercise since well, she couldnt remember, but it must have been a while.
She kept her eyes on her feet as they grew heavier and heavier. Then her vision began to
blur and the pounding in her head worsened. And still Justin dragged her forward, down the
mountain using barely there pathways and switchbacks.
It was full dark when he pulled her onto yet another deer path. Her legs simply gave up and
she pitched forward onto the grass and closed her eyes.
Justin rolled her over. Winter? He asked softly and tapped her cheek.
Yes, Justin? She asked clearly.
Are you alright?
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Yes, Justin, I just thought the view of the stars would be better from this angle. She said
and opened her eyes. Sure enough, the stars glittered overhead, some blocked out by Justins
head. She saw his white teeth as he grinned.
Tired?
Completely.
No chance of you getting up and going another mile or so?
Is that a promise? She asked faintly.
Er well, he hedged. It might be two.
And at the end of this epic journey?
A hot bath, a warm bed and some spicy food.
Hmm. Let me think: A night in the forest on the cold, hard ground, with no food, or a hot
bath, a warm bed and some spicy food.
With bubbles, thick covers, and so hot, itll make your eyeballs bleed.
Help me up. How can I resist such a charming invitation? He didnt help her though, he
crouched down, tucked his arms under her knees and shoulders, and picked her up instead.
She nearly squealed in fright, but resisted and hung her arms around his neck instead.
Youre going to give yourself a hernia. She said as he began walking.
Nah, its all in the knees, when youre picking up a heavy weight.
Watch it, matey. She said and laid her head on his oh, so capable shoulder.
Eventually, she dozed, but not for long enough.
Feel ready to walk? He asked, out of breath and lowered her to the ground.
Sure, after all, bleeding eyeballs await. Her legs still trembled, but shed soldier on; the
reward at the end was too great for her to fall into a heap.
She took a tentative step, then another. The legs were holding up, the burn in her chest had
dulled to an ache, and the pounding in her head had reduced to a manageable level. All in all,
the rest had done her good.
With a deep breath, she followed him, once again, along a deer trail.
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It wasnt long before she was beginning to suffer again, but she kept her mouth shut. She
could feel, and hear, her knees creaking, her thighs began to burn and every breath was
turning from simply constricting to fiery.
Her doctors had said not to push it. Lungs took time to recuperate and hers had taken a
battering. It would be months more before she could return to full time physical activity; not
that shed been planning on it. Oh, no, shed planned to continue with the walking machine,
slowly build up to jogging, then running.
Every step she took thundered in her head and her eyes throbbed painfully. She didnt
think shed be able to say anything anyway, the way her throat kept closing up in protest.
Winter pressed a hand to her chest and tried to ease the pain, but it didnt go away.
In the distance, she saw lights, but wasnt sure whether they were spots before her eyes
from lack of oxygen or real lights.
Justin guided them out of the forest onto a tarred road and she knew the lights were real.
He led the way as she slowly crossed. At the door to the hotel, she gave up, or her body did.
Darkness wavered in her eyes. She knew it had nothing to do with the night. It crowded her
vision and she reached out to Justin, brushed the back of the backpack instead on her way
down.
Justin. She murmured and that was all.
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Chapter Six
Justin nearly had a conniption when he turned from opening the door and found Winter in
a heap behind him.
He picked her up in his arms, fumbled with door and managed to get inside without
bashing her against the doorframe. He staggered the desk, reached out awkwardly and flicked
the desk bell.
An elderly man came out from a door behind the counter and peered at Justin over his
rimless glasses. Good Lord!
My wifes fainted. Justin said, his voice shaking.
The man grabbed a key and opened the counter. Bring her along, then.
Justin followed him out the side door around the back and across the car park to one of the
log cabins. He cursed himself a blue streak as he trailed behind the man.
Damn it, hed known Winter wasnt fit enough for the hike, but hed figured that going
down hill would be easier for her. Why hadnt she said anything? He looked down at her and
winced.
Bugger it! Shed cut her chin! He leaned his head down. Im sorry, so sorry.
Here we go, young un, just bring her inside and lay her down on the bed.
Thank you, so much, really, thank you. Justin knew he was babbling but he couldnt help
himself as he gently lay Winter on the bed. She was fine, really, just behind me and I turned
and there she was. I didnt think it was such a long hike
The old man patted his shoulder. You just take care of her. Well fix up the paperwork in
the morning.
Justin grabbed the mans gnarled hand and shook it. Thank you, thank you.
The man chuckled and eased his hand back. Never had a woman faint on you before, eh?
Justin shook his head. Not one that I he hesitated.
Love to distraction. The man nodded sagely. Dont you worry about it. I was young and
in love once, too. Me and Mabel had sixty good long years together, and Im working on
another sixty, the Good Lord willing. He raised rheumy eyes to the ceiling. Take care of
her. He said again and went to the door, laid the key on the stand at the side.
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I will. Justin promised. Much better care than Ive shown tonight.
You do that. He said and quietly closed the door behind him.
Justin stared down at his hands. They were shaking. He went to the bar fridge and found a
bottle of scotch, broke the cap and downed the sharp, sinus-clearing drink. Then grabbed
another and repeated.
He went into the bathroom for a face washer, soaked it in warm water and then came out to
sit by Winters side. The cut wasnt too bad, but he winced every time he dabbed at it.
Christ, he was a wreck! Hed gone into battle, seen the most heinous of injuries, assisted in
evacs of badly wounded comrades, and yet, here he was, falling to pieces over a small cut to
Winters chin.
Justin slid off the bed to sit on the floor, used the bed as a backrest. He was crazy, he
decided. Plainly and simply and irrevocably crazy in love with the woman and she didnt
know it; worse, he couldnt tell her.
Hed thought himself in love before the shooting went down. But this? The worry? The gut
wrenching fear? This terror? If he had any sense, hed put her in a safe house and get back to
his job. But he hadnt taken leave of his senses, shed grabbed them off him. Every damn one
of them, and he didnt want them back. They were hers, along with his heart and soul.
And hed just have to live with it. But damn, he rubbed his sternum, it wasnt supposed to
hurt like this.
On a resigned sigh, he got to his feet. First thing, he had to make her comfortable. He pried
off her boots and socks, stared down at her feet, the high arch and unpainted nails. He
imagined what he could do, then mentally shook himself. He was tired, that was all, just tired
after the long hike.
He unbuttoned and pulled the zip down on her jeans, closed his eyes as he dragged them
off. They snagged on something and he turned her slightly, took the gun and placed it on the
nightstand. The jeans slid easily down her long legs, exposing black lace.
Justin blew out a breath as he remembered another day, back in the Fort, when shed
shimmied out of her jeans and... he shook himself. Now was not the time to indulge in carnal
memories.
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Out of habit, he folded the jeans and put them on the chair near the table, next to the
window.
Slowly, he unbuttoned her shirt, peeled it off her with difficulty. You could help, you
know. He muttered. She made no reply and once again, his eyes focused on lace. His fingers
reached out and he cursed, curled his hand into a fist.
He put her shirt on top of her jeans and stared down at her, felt his heart sink.
Justin sat on the side of the bed and laid his palm over the reddened scar. It was hot to the
touch. What did you do? He growled and searched his mind for anything he knew, apart
from the obvious, of human anatomy.
Under the breast lay the pectoral muscle, under that, the ribs, the lungs.
He recalled shed been breathing pretty hard on the way down, and shed stumbled more
than once. Had she kept reaching out to steady herself so often that shed torn a weakened
muscle? Or simply strained it? Or was it simply overdoing it and inflaming the injury?
The last, he hoped. Anything else and hed need to seek medical advice. That would lead
to questions he wouldnt, couldnt answer.
He took the face washer back into the bathroom, rinsed it and returned, placed it over the
bullet hole, saw in his mind again, the shock on her face, then the blankness, the blood and
her falling, all, it seemed, in slow motion. He saw himself cry out with soul-numbing fear as
he reached out to catch her in his arms, Cranbrook, the medic, at his side in an instant as he
carried her down to the ground.
Damn, but we never catch a break, do we? He murmured and unsnapped her bra, eased
the straps off her shoulders and eased the garment out from under her. His pants felt a little
tight, so he shifted the crotch of his trousers to an easier position.
He got up, tossed the washcloth into the basin and came back to her.
Justin moved to the other side of the bed and pulled the bedclothes back. He kneeled on the
bed and shifted her onto the cool sheets. Winter never moved, never made a sound.
When he was sure she was as comfortable as he could make her, he stripped off and joined
her under the covers. He reached out and switched of the light, snuggled up next to her, then
kissed her cheek.
Sleep well, sweetheart, I love you. He murmured against her soft, warm skin.
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* * *
Winter felt like a large truck had run over her one with big wheels. Fully loaded and
speeding.
Every time she sought to move, something ached or pounded or simply hurt.
Then she recalled their flight down the hill and slowly opened her eyes to another
unfamiliar ceiling. She turned her head. Justin was asleep, and then she realised the positions
theyd slept in.
He, flat on his stomach, one arm across her waist, while he breathed into her throat; and
she, holding onto that arm with one of her own, the other under his naked chest, as if to hold
him while he slept. There was no way she could move without waking him.
As it turned out, it proved to be a moot point as he breathed her in once, then again and
shifted his head to look up at her with a lazy smile.
That smile went straight to her heart and burrowed in deep. To pull it out would surely
hurt, she thought.
Then his smile faded, his arm slipped to her side and he levered himself up and rose above
her. How do you feel?
He gently touched her chin and she winced. He did, too.
Im sorry about yesterday. He said. Does it hurt too much?
How did I hurt my chin? She asked and looked around with a frown.
When I said a hot bath, warm bed and the rest, I meant your eyeballs not your chin. You
took a dive when we arrived. Scared the tripe out of me.
I fainted?
He nodded solemnly. The kind gentleman at the counter opened this room for us.
Justin lowered his head to her chest. Her naked chest and she froze.
W What are you doing?
Checking your heartbeat. He said then lifted his head again and stared down at her
breasts. He lifted a hand and brushed her bullet wound with a finger. Its fine, but its this
Im worried about. Its all red and pissed off.
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Well, it was a hike and a half. Two miles? Bollocks to that! She slapped his hand away.
He had the grace to look ashamed.
It didnt seem that far the last time, and that was uphill. He brought his finger back,
swirled it around the dimple.
Last time?
When we came to rescue you and Summer. He said and paused. What the hell. You
guys knew we were coming, disabled us with our own tranqs and locked us in cells.
Huh. Why would will you stop that? She couldnt concentrate when he touched her
like that, all gentle and caring and not the least bit arousing.
What? Im checking to make sure its not too swollen.
Its distracting!
His grin widened. Yeah?
Yes! Now quit it!
He turned his hand, brushed her nipple as he did so and she lowered her gaze. Stopped still.
His hand was so big and strong and tanned on her pale flesh.
Still want me to stop? He asked in a low and husky voice.
Winter swallowed. She knew his body, but not him. He was a stranger, she reminded
herself, but he didnt feel like one. He felt good, familiar.
Yesterday, she was ready to run - from all of them. Part of the plan worked, but she hadnt
counted on Justin being with her.
Not that she had his finger was swirling again, raising her temperature, making her belly
quiver with anticipation. What was the question?
Slowly, she dragged her gaze from his hand, up his tanned throat, his stubbled chin, his
smiling mouth and up into his heated eyes. She saw more than desire in them, there was
something else.
He lowered his head, intent written clearly on his face, giving her time to say no.
But she wasnt going to. She was going to enjoy him, enjoy the reprieve from flashes of
memory and relax into what could be spectacular. Maybe it would spark her memory.
His lips were a whisper above hers when there was a loud, insistent knocking on the door.
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Mister? Came a harsh whispering as if who ever it was didnt want to be overheard.
Mister!
The urgency of the call had Justin rolling out of bed and jamming his legs into his pants.
He zipped up and she saw him wince. He left his jeans unbuttoned and went to the door.
Winter sat up, held the sheet to her chest, when he opened the door.
An elderly gentleman stood there. His eyes swung to her and he nodded. Mrs. He said
and addressed Justin.
Some men have come looking for you. He said and turned to drag a cleaning trolley into
the room. Rough nuts, the lot of them. He pushed the trolley to the side, closed the door and
levelled a meaningful glance at Justin. I said we hadnt had a check in, but they grabbed the
register then went busting down doors. Bastards upset my other guests, I can tell you. Listen.
Obviously, you two are in trouble. Big, ugly trouble, so Ill not be taking any payment or
paperwork from you.
Thank you. Justin said and glanced back at her. When this is over, well make sure
youre recompensed for the damage and the trouble.
Fine. Whatever. He took his glasses off and began rubbing them clean. I figured you
two deserved a break. Theres been trouble up at Casa El Muck.
Winter snorted. Casa El Muck. I like that.
The old man looked over at her with a knowing gleam in his eyes. His lordship died and
the place is in an uproar. Seems he had two daughters no one knew about until a few months
ago. Held em virtual prisoners all their God-damn lives. Now, though, people are out
searching for them. Bad people, I reckon. So you two better skidaddle to whatever safe place
you can find.
Justin looked at her, and then the old man. You know?
I got eyes, young man, and I use em. He turned to her. Youd be Miss Winter. But I
dont want to know if thats true. He said when she opened her mouth to confirm his
speculation. If I dont know for sure, then I cant tell and those bastardsll be back.
Is there a back way out of this cabin? Justin asked and pulled his shirt on.
The old man snorted. Only the bathroom window.
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Oh, joy. Winter muttered. Is there anything more clich than sneaking out a bathroom
window?
Well, missy, I didnt think the roof hatch would be too clever. Youd be seen up there.
Winter flushed. Sorry.
Dont worry about it. The bathroom window is fine. Justin said and stepped in front of
the old man, looked over his shoulder at her and shifted his head. Better get dressed.
Winter wrapped the sheet around her and slid across the bed. As she stood, she tucked the
sheet around her and picked up the backpack, dragged it into the bathroom with her. Did she
have time for a shower?
No, and she rummaged around for fresh clothes.
* * *
Did you recognise the men? Justin asked and tugged on his boots. Did they wear
uniforms?
No, sir. They had a mean look about them. Five in all, by the way, and one, I think in the
truck outside. Nice looking rig, too. And since we dont have many of those around, Im
betting it came from Patriots Fort.
Hmm The girls are worth a lot of money now. Justin murmured and stamped his feet
into the boots. He looked sharply at the man.
He chuckled and held up his hands. Im as happy as a pig in mud here. I dont need
anything more, I dont wanna go anywhere, either. Heres my home, and heres where I
intend to stay.
They promised you lots of money anyway, didnt they?
More than I could spend in whats left of my life.
Interesting. Justin said. Someones planning on getting their hands on all those
greenbacks.
The old man nodded, a gleam in his eyes. Oh, I think youre right about that; probably
that cold fish of an assistant. Arrogant bastard. But theres more to life than money. Oh,
here. He rummaged around in his trolley and brought a number of maps and half a dozen
doughnuts, carefully wrapped. Its not much for breakfast, but itll see you through.
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Why are you doing this for us? Justin asked as he accepted the maps and food.
Because for too long that bastard up the hill sneered at us down here. He could have done
a lot for the local town, but chose not to. Chose to thumb his nose at us. This is just me giving
him a black eye; that prig still up there, too.
Glad we agree
Just call me Leonard.
Leonard, there should be a black eye or two over this. Justin held out his hand and
Leonard took it with a smile.
This is the most fun Ive had since the Mrs decided to take up fly-fishing and stepped into
a hole in the middle of the river. He began to chuckle. Her waders filled up with water, and
she didnt want to take them off to get out. He leaned in like a conspirator. Shes not the
most svelte of women, and she wasnt wearing anything under the waders but her bloomers.
Justin bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.
I caught hell for it, but I snuck up behind her and cut the straps. He suddenly began to
laugh. Got love a woman who lifts her chin and strides out of the river with huge, sagging
undies.
Justin laughed, he could well imagine the absent Mrs Leonard doing just that.
Justin? He heard Winter call from the bathroom. She didnt sound like she was in
trouble, just cranky about something.
Leonard held out his hand and Justin took it. Good luck with it all, Ill be keeping an eye
out.
Thank you, Leonard. Well come back one day and tell you all about it.
See that you do. With a nod, he opened the door and wheeled his trolley out, whistling as
he did and Justin heard him bash on another cabin door. Cleaning!
Justin shook his head and went to the bathroom; he knocked and Winter opened it, with
one hand to her chest, holding her blue lace bra in place.
He just looked; stared at her exposed creamy skin. Her jeans were done up, but above that,
a feast a man could barely resist.
Up here, soldier boy. Winter grumbled and he slowly lifted his gaze.
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Hmm?
I need some help here. She said and turned her back. I cant lift my arm too far, so
could you do me up please?
Do her up? Oh, the imagery! But he shook it off with an aggrieved sigh. His fingers felt
thick, unwieldy as he did as she asked. Her skin was smooth, warm under his fingertips and
he longed to undo, but he stepped back once hooks met eyes.
He adjusted his jeans as she reached out, pulled a shirt off the top of the backpack, and slid
it on.
Need help with the buttons? He asked hoarsely.
She narrowed her eyes at him. No, thank you. And proceeded to do them herself. When
she was done, she pushed the backpack out of the bathroom, giving him a view of a finely
formed butt encased in denim.
He turned his back on her and pressed a hand down on his crotch, shifted his half-erection.
Again. Lord, what he wouldnt give for some relief, but a cold shower was out of the
question. They had to get going.
Justin picked up her clothes from yesterday and stuffed them into the top of the pack, then
hoisted it over one shoulder. Time to go.
Any ideas where? Those men will be looking for us.
He thought about it. We need some wheels.
Winter looked at him as if it were obvious.
Come on, Sweet Pea. He went into the bathroom and climbed up onto the edge of the
bath. The window was too good to be true: it had two four-foot sides that pushed outwards.
He shook his head. Anyone wanting to skip out on the bill would have an easy time of it. But
then he recalled what Leonard had said about money: he had enough of it anyway.
Bless his golden heart, he thought and climbed through, tossing the pack before him. He
turned as Winter came through carefully. One arm, the right one, hung down as if she
couldnt use it.
He reached out his arms, but she waved him off. Dont coddle me. She said and dropped
to the ground, going to her knees.
Justin lifted her to her feet.
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Im just a little unsteady, thats all. She gave him the evil eye. Too long a day,
yesterday.
He felt the flash of guilt, but put it aside. If the worst happened, yesterday would seem like
a walk in the park.
Justin looked around at the area. It was still in the forest, though not as rough as the hill.
He pulled out a map and studied the area. Winter, he saw, was at the corner of the cabin,
keeping an eye out. He felt his heart swell with pride. His little soldier: wounded in action and
still going.
He returned his attention to the map. If they went to the left, through the forest, theyd
make it to the town in less than an hour. That was good; he could get them a car. After that
well, hed think of something.
Ssst! Winter said and waved her arm, beckoning to him.
He walked up and peeked around the corner. Shit. He whispered as he saw the Sheriffs
car parked outside the register office. Time to boogie.
They made better time to Elkmont than he expected. He held her hand as they crossed a
small creek and up the next embankment. There, beyond the rise, he could see the edge of
town and decided to sit and eat their doughnuts. There was no telling when theyd get their
next meal, they hadnt eaten last night and the sugar boost would give them energy until he
thought of a plan to get more food.
What are we going to do now? She asked and licked icing from her fingers.
Im going to get us some transport; youre going to stay here and mind the pack. He sent
her a hard look expecting to her protest, but she shrugged her shoulders instead.
Okay. And she began massaging her legs.
Sore? He asked and got to his feet.
Yes. And still a little tired. Im not used to all this exercise, so you go on. Ill stay here
and mind home and hearth. She patted the backpack affectionately.
Stay out of sight. He warned and trotted off towards the town.
He kept his head lowered over the map, as if he was finding his way just like any other
tourist. There was no sign of the men hunting them, but that didnt mean they werent out
there.
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More than once he was asked if he needed help and it warmed his heart to know there were
still people out there willing to help a stranger. He nodded and asked questions ranging from
finding a suitable hotel, to where he could get a good meal, or a sporting goods store or the
bus station or the Sheriffs station; he left that for last in case someone asked if he needed
more help than they could give him. Every one of them helped him by marking the areas on
the map.
He nodded his thanks and went on his way. Now he knew where the major meeting points
were on the map and he worked his way through the town.
It was outside the Sheriffs Office that he found what he needed. He walked past the SUV
once and checked through the window; no one was about and he assumed the bad guys were
busily getting an update from the law and charming him to boot. With wads of cash? No, not
after what Leonard said. The Sheriff would do his job and nothing more; hence the standard
visit to the motel.
Still, youd think a black, shiny SUV would be safe in the parking lot out the front of the
Sheriffs office.
Too bad, so sad, move on, he thought and climbed in. He pulled down the visor and
grinned as a bunch of keys fell into his hand. He started the engine and backed out, drove
away without any fuss or anyone looking twice at him.
He grinned all the way back to the edge of the forest.
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Chapter Seven
Winter saw the black SUV coming and ducked down behind a broad pine tree, her skin
went cold with fear. She reached out and dragged the backpack to her and prayed Justin
would get here soon, otherwise shed have to make a run for it.
She heard the door slam and she began to tremble. If, when they caught her theyd
visions filled her head of her and Summer having a conversation.
They were in Fathers office, hed gone somewhere and left her and Summer alone.
Summer had given her a folder containing his plans for the future and them; then theyd
discussed the Spec Ops guys and decided they had to avoid them, too. It came back to her that
she and Summer had finally agreed on a course of action; together. And she recalled the Spec
Ops mission had been to rescue them, in that much, Justin had told the truth. He didnt know
why the rescue, but she did: government custody for her and Summer.
Winter heard the scrape of boot on gravel and tried to make her body as small as possible.
She didnt want to be captured. She didnt want to be locked up in a laboratory and studied
and she didnt want some arsehole trying to kill her again.
Winter! A harsh call came. Was it Justin? Why didnt it sound like him?
She heard her name called again. Its me, Justin. Ive got us some wheels. Where the hell
are you?
Winter lifted her head and eased to the side. Sure enough, Justin stood staring off to the
left, his hands on his hips.
She eased out of her ball and slowly stood. You scared the Bejesus out of me! She
accused and dragged the backpack over to him.
He spun, the look on his face segued from concerned to happy relief. What?
The car, you idiot, I thought it was them. She punched his arm and her knuckles met rock
hard muscle.
Why? He turned back to the vehicle.
It matches the description the old man gave and its the only one around here.
Justin stared at her, and then shrugged, picked up the bag. Just get in.
She climbed into the passenger seat of the near-new truck.
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Justin hauled himself up into the drivers seat and tossed the pack into the back. He started
the engine and carefully drove out onto the road, heading away from the township.
Howd you manage to get this? She looked around the car, it was pristine, with all the
trappings any outdoorsman would want. There was an on-dash compass, two blank screens
and buttons to press. She kept her hands to herself, unwilling to explore while they were
escaping. It would be a bad idea if the car suddenly stopped because she was curious.
It was parked where it he gave her a smile, should have been.
Should have been; not shouldnt have been?
Outside the Sheriffs office. He grinned.
You stole it! She checked her side mirror for flashing lights and sirens.
I didnt steal it, per se, Winter. Im supposed to protect you, as per my orders from
General Cosgrove. As such, I have simply borrowed one of the estates vehicles.
Youre sure its one of ours?
Check the glove compartment. He said and concentrated on driving.
She dropped the door open. There was a pistol inside and two clips of ammunition.
You keep those close to you, okay? Justin said without looking. Just in case I get taken
out.
She took the weapon out and put it in the centre console without looking. Further inside the
compartment were papers. She withdrew them and read them. Registration papers for the
SUV in the name of Pocklington, insurance papers in the same name. There was also a
manual and maintenance schedule.
Huh. So I guess I do have a right to this vehicle. She returned the papers and closed the
door, sat back in her seat, which, she had to admit, was pretty comfortable.
Only if you have some identification on you.
Justin burst her bubble. She had nothing. Shed never had anything establishing her
identity, either. For all intents and purposes, she didnt exist; just what her father wanted.
What are we going to do about that? She asked.
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Ill think of something. But, for the moment, I cant think of any scenario where youd
have to produce identification. Even if we get pulled over, I have my military ID. That will
get us around a lot of difficult spots.
But Ill need something someday. She persisted.
Yes, and well go over that bridge when we get to it. Stop trying to borrow trouble.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl and squeak. Sorry. She muttered.
Doughnuts not enough, eh? Well, once were further down the road, well pull into a
drive through and get something. Like a gallon of coffee. Man, I want coffee.
Hmmm me, too. We can use the money you gave me. She said, and reached over the
seat to the backpack.
Do not get out of your seat belt, young lady. Justin ordered as she was about to do that
very thing.
I cant reach it if I dont.
You dont need to worry about that. Check where you put the gun.
Puzzled, she opened the console lid and lifted the gun out. Holy shit! She said and pulled
out a bundle of tightly wrapped currency. Underneath was another bundle, and another. She
fanned through the one in her hand. How much do you think is here?
Enough to get where were going. He replied with satisfaction.
But where did it come from? She fanned the stuff again, brought it to her nose and
breathed in the scent of money.
My guess? It was to be used by those thugs to pay people off. Now, its our travelling
fund, so take care of it.
She continued to fan and breathe in the aroma. Had she ever held money? What a scary
thought to think not.
Weve got a long way to go, so why dont you rest. Justin suggested.
No, Im good. Just not walking around is good. Do you know where were going yet?
Im thinking to get the hell out of the state first. After that, well see. Ill need to buy a
mobile phone, so I can contact a few people, ask a few choice questions and set the cops onto
Mr Chambers. He flicked on the windshield wipers as it began to rain.
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Good, he needs a good shake up, but why dont you stop in the next town to deal with
that? I dont want him to have the opportunity to escape. Winter said with venom.
Better idea.
Winter stared out at the lush green pine forests. Low white cloud whisped between the
towering evergreen tops. It was stunning. Well, it was to her. Shed apparently spent her life
locked in a castle, unable to get out and about. Now, though, she was going to relish every
sight, every sound.
But after an hour, her eyelids began to feel heavy and she leaned back against the headrest,
dropped into a light doze.
The sound of the tyres across wet tar lulled her into a deeper sleep and she soon found
herself in the midst of another memory, or nightmare.
Her father was furious with her, kept tossing her clothes onto her bed.
Ive had it with you.
Winter, not far into teenager-hood, kept her gaze averted.
I keep telling you not to endanger Summer, and you keep choosing to ignore me. Well, no
more. Youre out of here.
He glared at her and she looked back at him. Where will I go?
He smiled nastily. I dont care. Be a whore on the streets for all the good it will do you. I
just want you out of here. And he continued to pack up her clothes into an old, ratty bag.
Shed expected some sort of punishment after the horse she made out of scrap metal had
tossed Summer off, but this? Summer hadnt been hurt; bruised, yes, chagrined, absolutely,
but her father man, he was royally pissed off.
You cant do this. She said, but made no move to stop him.
He paused and regarded her with curiosity.
Any particular reason why not?
Because Ill tell the cops who I am, and what youve done, thats why. Her show of
bravado wilted under his humorous laugh.
Oh, Winter. He stopped packing and sat down on her bed, wiped his eyes. First of all,
no one will believe you. He said with vicious glee. Theres no record of my having any
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children, you have no identification, no birth certificate; you dont even look like me. Second,
theyll take you and put you into an orphanage when they cant locate anyone, and I mean
anyone who knows you, because there isnt anybody. Ive kept you and Summer sequestered
too well. And third, He leaned his elbows on his thighs and stared at her with something akin
to hate. She felt the shiver of fear ripple across her body in waves. She even took a step
backwards.
Third, he continued softly, I can pay anyone off. Money, dear, sweet, useless, Winter, is
the route of all evil, and I have a hell of a lot of it. Better yet, every one has a price. Care to
put a value on yours?
She shook her head quickly.
Good, youd go cheap, I think. He stood up and continued to pack for her.
Winter shuddered with fear; pulled her hands into fists, but it didnt stop the trembling.
Winter? Another voice intruded and the nightmare faded as she came awake.
She smelled coffee and opened her eyes. Justin leaned towards her, a mega-sized cup in
each hand.
I didnt know what size to get, so I got the largest, is that okay?
She blinked at him, eased herself upright and looked around. She wasnt in her room, her
father wasnt packing her gear, she wasnt going to be tossed out into the snow. She felt a
sudden rush of tears and dragged in a heavy breath.
Winter? Whats wrong? He climbed in and put the coffee in the holders. Then he
reached up, took the bag off the roof of the car, and set it on the centre console.
Dream. She said tightly and sniffed. Nightmare, really. She didnt look at him, didnt
want his understanding or his smugness as she realised just what a monster her father had
been.
Bad? Justin asked and opened the bag. He offered her a fully loaded burger. She took it.
The worst.
Want to talk about it? He asked and bit into his own burger.
No. Not yet.
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He nodded and continued eating. With the nightmare still at the top of her mind, she began
to eat her own burger. It was better than expected but then, shed never had takeaway before
- and she finished it in short time.
Justin offered her a container of fries and she ate them, too.
When they were done, Justin gathered up the rubbish and dumped it in the garbage. Then
he got back in and continued driving.
Winter held her mega-sized cup in both hands, occasionally sipping. There was something
different about the nightmare, but she couldnt put her finger on it until near sunset. The rain
continued to fall, but she could tell the sun was going down by the darkening of the grey
clouds; it felt like a metaphor of her life.
Im empty. She said.
Well stop somewhere soon, Justin said in a tired tone. Maybe have a sit down meal in
a restaurant.
Theyd travelled all day with Justin driving and her napping on an off.
Winter turned her head and looked at him. Thats not what I meant.
He lifted a hand off the steering wheel and ran it through his hair.
I mean I cant sense Summer. At all.
I dont get what youre saying.
She turned her attention forward; car lights glowed red on their side and the white beams
of headlights glowed and flashed on the other side of the highway.
All along, shes been a presence at the back of my mind; always there, but not necessarily
intruding. She sighed. I had another memory this morning. It was when my father
threatened to toss me out on the street.
Justin glanced at her sharply.
I must have been twelve, thirteen at the time. Id made Since she didnt remember
doing it, she changed her wording. Id apparently made a horse out of scrap metal, dared
Summer to ride it. She got tossed off and I was punished for it. His punishment was to pack
my gear, say nasty things and march me to the gate. I must have stood outside, in the snow,
for two hours before Chambers came for me. She shook it off. Anyway, Summer wasnt in
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this memory. Ive been trying to work out why all day. She usually turns up, but she didnt
this time.
So? Justin said with a frown. You werent together all the time were you?
No, we werent, its just that it got me thinking, and I cant find that presence. In my
head, I mean. The place where she was, is empty. She lifted her shoulders; she couldnt
explain it any other way.
And what do you think that means?
I dont know, Justin, but it makes me afraid.
* * *
Justin pulled into the parking lot of a generic motel and cut the engine. He leaned his
elbows on the steering wheel and rubbed his aching eyes. Hed been trained to go for long
periods of time without sleep, but he was exhausted.
I wish I could do my part. Winter said from beside him.
Huh? He lowered his hands.
Driving. I wish I could help you, but I dont know how to drive.
He turned to her. How do you know if you dont remember?
Because I dont recognise any of the buttons, the lever, the pedals, or those dials. They
arent familiar at all.
It doesnt matter, Winter. He sighed then stretched out his back.
But I want to help.
In this, its better you dont. See, if were being followed, I can take evasive action, you
wouldnt be able to. If were chased, I can handle this car at speed. Do you understand? He
knew he sounded terse, but he couldnt help it. He was tired and out of sorts, disturbed by
what shed said about being empty. If anyone would know about Summer, surely it would
be her sister?
Im sorry. Winter murmured next to him and he got the feeling there was a wealth of
meaning behind the words.
He patted her thigh. Its okay, really. Im just tired and cranky. Come on, lets check in
and see what theyve got by the way of food in the restaurant.
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Justin got out of the car and stretched again, breathed in the rain-perfumed air. So fresh,
so nice, was the best he could come up with. Winter came to stand next to him and studied
the motel.
Its just for the night. He said and threw an arm around her shoulders.
Together, they walked into the tiny foyer and approached the counter. A young, pimple
faced man sat chewing gum and watching a small TV set. Fifty-five a night. He said with a
bored, nasal tone and didnt bother to look away from whatever he was watching. He put the
registration card on the counter top.
Justin filled it in, signed it and handed over the cash. The boy reached out with his other
hand and snagged a key, tossed it over. Justin caught it with a faint smile.
Have a nice evening. The boy said and hunched forward to his program.
Well, that was different. Winter said.
Lets freshen up and head out to eat. Justin said. And lets be thankful the lad wasnt
interested in us. No interest, no description.
He saw Winter hunch in on herself, so he threw his arm around her again and then opened
the passenger side door for her. She climbed in. He went around and got in, too. Then he
drove around the back of the registration office to the block of units.
Ground floor, he said with satisfaction as he located their room.
He fitted the key, turned it and pushed open the door. Inside, once hed flicked the light
switch, was a utilitarian room. Beige walls, brown patterned carpet and one double bed
covered by a similar brown bedspread. It was the ugliest rooms hed ever seen.
He threw the pack onto the bed. You wanna shower first, or shall I? He asked and settled
the question by falling backwards onto the bed. Ahhh. He sighed. Finally not moving.
He heard Winter move to the other side of the bed and drag the pack towards her. He was
just drifting off when he heard the shower begin to run and his mind filled in what was
happening beyond the closed door.
Justin could well imagine her peeling off her boots and socks; then unsnapping her jeans,
drawing the zipper down, shimmying a little to ease the passage of denim down her long legs.
Shed reach up and unbutton the blouse, toss it off one shoulder, dragged it down the other;
reach up and
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Justin? She called and his eyes popped open.
He quietly cleared his throat and tried to forget about the throb in his groin.
Yes, Winter? He sounded a little hoarse, but hopefully shed put it down to tiredness.
I er cant reach the back catch. Could you?
Damn, he sighed. He was going to have to get up and shed see how she affected him.
Please?
Wait, was that a tremble in her voice?
He bounded up and turned, with hope in his heart. She had her back to him. She had her
head down as well, as if expecting something other than his undoing her bra. She was a
contradiction.
He hobbled over to her and did as she asked, but brushing the backs of his fingers against
her skin. He felt a slight shudder go through her.
Thanks. She said quietly, took a step forward and closed the door with her still booted
foot.
He put his hands on his hips and wondered what her problem was. Frustrated, he went back
to the bed, picked up the remote control and turned the television on. He channel-surfed over
lifestyle programs, telemarketing, adventure, cartoons, even cruised past the sports channels,
until he came to the news services.
He watched and waited. By the time Winter came out of the bathroom in a cloud of
perfumed air, he was grim and tense.
Weve made the news. He said without preamble.
Winter crawled onto the bed and lay next to him, propped up by the pillows and watched
as the news alert came on again.
Kidnapped? I wasnt kidnapped! She sat up, furious. And I do not have a mental
handicap as the result of an accident!
No, but now the FBI will be on the case. This is just what we didnt need. That bastard
Chambers! He got up tossed the remote onto the table and strode to the shower. Hed have to
be quick now that Winters face and Summers, was plastered all over the television.
He stripped off, dived under the hot water and rubbed soap all over his body.
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The newspapers would pick it up, too. Anywhere the public was, thered be information
services. He had no hope of hiding her as she was.
The thought brought an ache to his chest.
He rinsed off, pushed the curtains aside and nearly killed himself stepping back as Winter
stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. He didnt bother to hide himself, shed seen it all
before.
Something you need? He asked grimly.
They updated the news alert. Theyre looking for you, too. She said and kept her eyes on
his. And that youre armed and dangerous and wont hesitate to shoot to kill. She lifted a
shoulder. They brought up your military career.
Justin cursed. Just what he didnt need. Now every red-necked hick would think it cool to
hunt him down just to prove he wasnt as tough as his career indicated. He stepped out of the
cubicle and grabbed a towel, rubbed himself dry.
Winter, he saw, had turned her back and that made him smile.
What are we going to do? He heard her whisper.
What we do best, of course. Hide out until the coast is clear. He replied and began to
dress. She didnt answer, merely hunched into herself again. What was up with that?
I wont leave you, Winter. I made a promise. I intend to keep it.
She nodded and retreated to the main room.
He found her sitting on the end of the bed, staring at the television. He left her to it and
dialled the front desk.
This is Mr Delgado in room eight, is there anywhere nearby we can order delivery? The
boy replied yeah, gave him the number and hung up.
He dialled the number and ordered to jumbo ribs with all the trimmings and turned to
Winter. Was that alright with you?
Yeah. She said vaguely, as if the programme she was watching was of national
importance.
He sat next to her and started when he saw what was on: A program on paranormal talents.
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Startled, hell, he was gobsmacked! And he leaned forward like she did to watch. He saw
one woman guess sixty percent of the hidden cards. Winter snorted beside him and he agreed.
Another made a piece of paper flicker with only his mind, a third who could bend metal by
touching it.
There was a knock at the door and he got up, pulled the cash from his pocket and opened
it. The scent of barbequed ribs wafted in with the teenager.
Justin handed him the money, took the food and said: Keep the change. Before closing
the door and setting food between them.
The program discussed the history of paranormal manipulation in Russia during the
Second World War and in America, though it wasnt widely accepted as a legitimate study
then.
Did you know any of this? He asked and tucked into a rack of ribs with his hands.
No, actually, I didnt. She picked the tray up and dropped it on the table, took a seat and
lifted another rack.
Hey, he said and realised he was dripping sauce everywhere. Okay, fine. He muttered
and joined her at the table. Both turned to the television where a professor of paranormal
study was waxing lyrical about the advances in psychic development.
To Justin, it wasnt much considering who sat next to him.
The program finally ended and she picked up the remote, turned the set off.
Summer and I we really are different, arent we? She wiped her hands on the paper
napkin provided.
Yes. He agreed and attacked another rack.
I didnt, really, understand. I thought a lot of people were like us, only that she and I were
better at it. She snorted out a laugh. Im a mutant.
He reached out and gripped her hand. Dont you ever say that!
Well, its true! I am a mutant! She pushed back from the table. A useless, worthless
mutant! She strode off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
As far as childish tantrums went, it was weak on the Richter scale. As far as a deep,
abiding hurt went, it was right up there. What had that bastard done to her? Why would she
suddenly doubt her self-worth?
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Justin could remember the firebrand shed been while he was behind bars, the passionate
lover when she came to his arms. Actually, shed made the first move; not him, but it had
been inevitable, explosive when it happened.
Now, even as she struggled with her identity, she was almost afraid of her own shadow,
had curled in on herself, physically and emotionally. Shed been almost back to normal in
temperament yesterday. This morning she seemed fine until shed had that damned
dream memory, whatever. Shed been subdued, quiet ever since.
Knowing what he did about Sir James Wellesley Pocklington the third, hed probably brow
beat her, insulted her, belittled her. Told her she was useless and worthless among other
things. The exact words shed used, with the same bitter inflection, hed bet, Sir James had
used.
Growing up, it must have provoked her into rebelling at every turn, but without the
memories to back it up, she was coming to believe everything that prick told her; and without
using her astonishing talent. Once, while dreaming, didnt count in his book. Maybe she
didnt believe she could actually do it.
On a sigh, he decided to let her be. If she was sullen and withdrawn in the morning, hed
take direct action. Until then, he was tired and needed sleep. Tomorrow would be just as long,
just as monotonous.
He stripped down to his skivvies and crawled under the covers. He had planned to stay
awake until she came out, but he sank into sleep not long after his head hit the pillow.
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Chapter Eight
Winter studied herself in the mirror, brushed her fingers along the scar on her forehead.
Useless, worthless, mutant! A voice sneered in her head.
Why couldnt she shut the damn voice off? She leaned on the edge of the basin and hung
her head. He was dead, damn it. Dead, dead, DEAD! He shouldnt be able to hurt her like
this; grind her down until she was nothing more than a weak, needy woman.
Somehow, she had to get all of her memories back, not just a select few. But she didnt
know how. Bashing herself on the nut wouldnt help give her anything but concussion and
more lost memories.
Winter turned on the cold tap and splashed the water into her face. It didnt help. She still
felt shaky, awkward and unsure. Had she been like this before? She didnt think so, not with
the memory of making love to Justin still hovering at the edge of her conscious mind.
She supposed she should go in and apologise for her outburst, but she didnt think she
could stand any more understanding. Shed had enough of it, as if she had what the reporter
said: a mental handicap. Was he next going to infer that she was unstable? She lifted her head
and narrowed her eyes in the mirror.
Chambers next step would be to declare her unsuited to the running of the corporation.
Hed present it in sorrow and regret, not anger and cruelty. The public would lap that up,
sympathise with him.
Strange thered been no such accusation against Summer; so maybe he was planning
something equally evil for her.
What she wanted to do was go back at kick his sorry arse, but for now, she had an apology
to make and a discussion to have on what to do next.
She opened the door, switched off the light and lifted her head, expecting him to be still
chowing down, but he wasnt, she saw and glance at the bed; he was flat on his back, asleep,
his chest rising and falling rhythmically. No way was he faking it.
Winter felt a softening in the region of her heart. He had to be exhausted if he could sleep
with the light on. The light fell across his closed eyes and she saw the long dark lashes fan his
cheeks. Lines grooved the side of his slack mouth and the light sparked off blonde hairs on his
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shadowed jaw. She went to the bedside and turned the lamp off, and then she shucked her
clothes, slid in the other side, and snuggled up beside him.
Before she dropped off to sleep, she felt his arm come around her and she smiled. His
closeness now felt as familiar as anything else she had experienced in her new life, and she
tentatively stretched her arm across his muscled belly.
Did she really need to be this magical person everyone knew her to be? Or could she have
the simple life, without the special talent? Could she become a normal human? No one had
actually explained to her why she and Summer could do what they did; although shed yet to
see absolute evidence that she was special.
Tomorrow, she decided and snuggled closer, tomorrow shed start asking some serious
questions, maybe even see if she could do what her dreams told her she could. Tomorrow, she
thought and sank into sleep.
* * *
It was nice, she thought as she slowly awoke, to have someone next to you when you
greeted the day. Good, bad or indifferent that day might be, to start of with this closeness, this
intimacy, had to be the best way.
She lay on her side, faced the open door of the bathroom, with Justin spooned behind her,
his arm over her waist, his breath huffing against her neck, and she, hugging his forearm to
her as if he were her only lifeline. There had been no nightmares stalking her sleep, no
questions raised by her subconscious in weird dreams, nothing.
Winter didnt feel uncomfortable or awkward, not like last night, just relaxed and content.
Not even when she remembered her outburst yesterday did it tighten her shoulders; it was as
if she was adrift on that warm sea between waking and sleeping.
She sighed. The apology would be hard; shed have to explain what she meant when even
she wasnt sure. And it would have to wait until he was awake, but shed do it.
However, the day was awasting, and they had to get moving. She slid out from under his
arm, scooped up her discarded and headed to the bathroom.
And where are you going? A husky, masculine voice said and she glanced over her
shoulder at him. Hed propped himself up on an elbow, giving her a lovely view of his
pectorals and abs. She turned around, holding her clothes to her body.
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At the very least, Im going to clean my teeth, at the most, to duck my head under cold
water. She said to his chest.
Hmm, sure you dont want to come back and rest some more? He grinned wickedly
at her and she felt the temptation, remembered the heat and passion, wanted it more than
anything at the moment.
She gave him a regretful smile.
Were being hunted, remember? And, well, she lifted a shoulder. it just doesnt
seem appropriate. The heat in her face glowed hotter as he lazily dropped his gaze down
her body and then up again.
Id say its very appropriate. He murmured and she found herself taking a step towards
the bed. She shut her eyes in self-defence and lowered her head.
I cant. She whispered and edged back towards the bathroom door.
He didnt stop her - this time - but she knew that soon she would give in to the lure of his
gorgeous, muscled and tempting body.
The cold shower felt bracing on her hot skin. It woke her up proper and she had to admit,
she regretted not taking him up on his invitation. It would have been the perfect start to the
day. Winter stuck her face under the cold water. It would also have been a mistake.
It wasnt as if she could keep him, nor did she want to. She just wanted to experience life.
She turned off the taps. That was it; thats what she wanted. No more rummaging around in
the attic for her memories, shed build new ones, and be happy with that. And she go out and
explore, do the things she wanted to do.
And while making love with Justin was one of those things, it wasnt a priority. No, the
priority was to escape and then then, find Summer, then return to the castle and kick that
miserable Chambers where it hurt the most.
Satisfied with her plan of action, she dried off and dressed in fresh clothes. Shed have to
find some way to wash them and Oh, Lord, Justin didnt have any extra clothes.
She marched to the door and opened it. We should shop.
He lay on his back, pillows behind him, watching the television. Hmmm?
I said, we should shop. You only have the clothes you escaped in; you need more.
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Okay. He said and turned towards her, his eyes drifting down her body again. When he
returned to her face, his eyes were disappointed. Then he sat up and threw the bedclothes
aside.
Oh, dear God! Winter blinked. His briefs left nothing to her imagination and she was
finding her imagination to be exceedingly clever.
Still dont want to rest? He asked and put his hands on his hips.
Um Her eyes tracked across his wide chest and shoulders, down his stomach where a
line of hair curled from his navel to below his underwear. She thought this might have been
easier if hed worn shorts. She watched as those abs rippled. Then realised he was walking
towards her.
Winter kept her head bent, watched as his hands reached out and gripped her denim-clad
hips, pulled her to him; as if she was in any doubt as to what he wanted. She swallowed as she
felt the hard ridge press against her.
His hand cupped her chin and lifted her head. Without a word, he lowered his mouth to
hers. It was a gentle kiss, a tender kiss, a kiss meant to seduce and beguile.
Justins lips were warm, soft as they slid over hers. His tongue flicked out and brushed her
mouth. Winter groaned and moved into him, her hands going to the hot skin of his waist. His
tongue swept into her mouth and she welcomed him.
He slowly moved her back towards the bed and her hands clutched at his hips. She slid her
hands beneath the waistband of his briefs and dug her fingers into the firm muscle of his butt.
Justin responded by gently thrusting his hips forward. Then he eased her back onto the bed
and she sighed with pleasure into his mouth.
His lips left hers, spread little kisses over her face, her throat and down into the valley
between her breasts. Winters hands went to his head, ran her fingers through his hair, pressed
him closer.
He reached between them and popped the snap on her jeans, eased the zip down, flattened
his hand on her belly, before sliding it up under her shirt to cup a breast. Winter arched into
him and
A loud knocking shattered the soft sighs and groans.
Justins head came up. What? He demanded with a pleading, desperate tone.
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Check out! Come on, lets go! A young cranky voice called.
You have got to fucking kidding me! He muttered. Go away! He yelled.
Check out or Ill call the cops! The kid yelled back.
Winter took her hands away from his shoulders, dropped them back onto the bed. She
could still feel him at the juncture of her thighs, longed for that first thrust into her, but it
seemed they were going to have to wait. Again.
Justin smiled at her apologetically and lifted himself off her.
Better tell him were just packing up. He said and stood. Since she was still lying down,
she saw why he didnt want to go to the door, though it might teach the kid to be more
circumspect in his approach.
She blew out a breath and got up. Justin grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Winter pulled open the door. It was the pimply kid from last night. He wore a sour
expression on his face.
It would serve you well to be more polite. She said to him and he scowled.
I aint being paid to be polite. He said.
No, but if you go through life with that attitude, someones going to call you on it.
He smirked. It aint gonna be you, chicky.
No, it aint, she agreed, but it might be the trucker bruiser in the next room.
The smirk dropped away as he eyed the closed door on her left.
Well be out shortly. She said and quietly shut the door.
She didnt hear the sounds of running water and assumed Justin had taken the worlds
fastest shower. She busied herself with making the bed and stowing gear back into the pack.
She dumped the remains of last nights dinner into the garbage bin and then sat at the table
and waited for him.
He wasnt long. He opened the door and ran his fingers through his still wet hair. He
looked so so strong and capable in his white t-shirt, blue jeans and hiking boots. She
couldnt help but wish the kid waited a half hour or an hour, or more.
On a sigh, she stood and went to the door. Justin followed without a word.
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Inside the truck once more, he turned the ignition and the SUV came to growling life.
We need to get you some more clothes. She said.
Sure. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. Press that green button
underneath that screen.
She reached out, her finger hovering over the button. Why? What will it do?
He tossed her a grin. It will turn the GPS unit on. Then we can find a strip mall and a
clothes shop.
Oh. She said and pressed the button.
A street map came up with a flashing yellow blob, circled in red. Kentucky? She gasped.
Were in Kentucky?
Yep. He said. Thats us; the red circled icon. He indicated to change lanes. Okay, on
the keyboard, type in strip mall.
She did and the map moved ahead. Another flashing light eased down from the top of the
screen. It says she leaned forward and squinted, seven miles, straight ahead.
Good.
The strip mall was the largest building shed ever seen and she was sure her jaw had
dropped at the sight of it.
Justin pulled into the equally large parking area and cruised around for a spot.
Who knew so many people would want to shop here? She sure didnt.
He gunned the engine as a small sedan backed out of a space. Winter didnt think hed
make it into the small square, but he rolled the steering wheel left and dived in, with Winter
holding her breath.
He lifted an eyebrow at her as if sneering at her silent condemnation of his driving
capabilities. She shrugged, grabbed a bundle of cash, shoved it into her jeans pocket and got
out as he turned the engine off.
Where to we start? She asked as they approached the sliding front doors.
At the map. He said and strode forward to a stand with a poster behind glass on it.
He stuck his finger on the map. We are here. He said, So we need to go
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Wow, Justin, how do you know? She asked as she came to stand next to him.
He lifted his finger away with a grin. Underneath his finger was a red dot with black
writing: You are here. It said.
Hah, hah.
Justin grabbed her hand and they began walking through the crowd of shoppers, hunting
for what he needed.
Winter was astonished. There were so many people, and shops with different kinds of
things: clothes, toys, travel agencies, jewellers, more clothes stores, music and DVD stores
so many, she couldnt take it all in.
It took over an hour for Justin to be completely satisfied and by then she was getting bored
and cranky. How was it that getting another couple of shirts, jeans, socks, underwear and t-
shirts could take so long?
Are we done yet? She asked and folded her arms across her chest.
I thought all women liked to shop. He said and picked up his purchases.
Since Ive never done it before, I wouldnt know what other women think of it.
Personally, it sucks. All this standing around, rifling through racks, checking yourself out in
the mirror, oohing and ahhing. Next thing youll be asking me if you look fat in it.
Do I? He asked, amused.
Do you what?
He put his hand on his hip and slouched. Do I look fat in this?
She rolled her eyes. Oh, man.
Justin came over and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. Youre so good to me, so
understanding of my need to be a clothes horse.
She couldnt help it, she laughed. Come on, girlfriend, I need some food and coffee. Ill
even buy.
He thanked the attendant. Shes ever so patient with me, dont you think? The young
man closed his mouth and nodded vigorously.
Outside the store, they made their way to the food hall and filled up on pancakes with
maple syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs. The coffee they got to go.
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Well. She said as she climbed back into the rig. That was fun. Not.
You could have bought something for yourself. He said and threw his arm over the back
of the seat to reverse out.
Since I have no idea what I need, that would have been a useless exercise. But, we got
what you need, so its all good.
Justin, she saw had a narrowed gaze as he pulled out. He wasnt looking, quite, behind
him, but at another row. I think weve got trouble. He said and eased the car into first gear.
* * *
The sight of another black SUV had Justins antenna quivering, but he acted like any other
shopper as he drove towards the exit. He scanned the area, searched for more like vehicles.
Sure enough, three rows over, he caught a shiny black shadow. I think you should fasten
your seat belt. He said and clipped his into place. And now would be a good time to get the
gun out. Just in case.
Theyve found us? But how? She asked and set the pistol on her lap.
Well work that out once were out of this car park. He said and slowly headed to the
exit. He couldnt move any faster, if he hit another car, or worse, a pedestrian, it would be all
over.
He checked his mirrors for the other rigs. They were still searching up and down the aisles
so maybe they thought he was one of their group? It would last long, he knew. As soon as
they left the search grid, theyd know.
Patiently, he followed a station wagon filled with arguing parents and kids. The father had
his head to the side as if he were used to the noise and had shut it out. No doubt, he was
dreaming of going fishing, or some other solitary endeavour.
With his hands tight on the wheel and his heart pounding, he kept the snails pace until the
station wagon peeled off to the right and down another aisle. Justin resisted the urge to slam
his foot down on the accelerator and moved slowly towards the line exiting the car park.
His senses were screaming, tightening the muscles in his shoulders as he patiently waited.
Six cars, five, four ahead of him waited to cross traffic. Behind him he saw a black SUV
halfway down the aisle turn in behind him and pick up speed.
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Chapter Nine
Three cars. Three cars in front of him, but behind, another SUV joined the first, and then
the third pulled in. He felt the tension in his shoulders and Winter began to fidget.
Two cars, then one; the SUVs picked up speed as if to catch them and then they were at the
exit.
He gunned the engine, cut across the traffic with a squeal of tyres and took off up the
highway.
Behind him, he saw all three do the same thing, with varying results. The first made it; the
second clipped an oncoming car and spun out. The third drove around the vehicle and charged
after them.
With no more time to look at them, Justin sped down the highway. He had to lose them,
which meant getting off the damned highway.
Check for any dirt roads. He said. With the recent rain, I dont want any dust rising
when were on it.
Winter fumbled with the directions. I think it needs a street name. She said, frustrated.
Just zoom out and look for minor roads. They wont have the faint red lines on them. He
ordered and checked the mirrors. He was still a significant distance ahead, but it was now
down to who was the braver at the faster speed, and he didnt think those chasing him were
cowards.
Well, he flexed his fingers, neither was he.
Mile after mile sped by and still the distance didnt close between him and his pursuers.
Winter kept her eyes on the map. Every now and then, shed press a button, then another.
What are you doing? He asked with feigned boredom.
Learning how to use the blessed thing. She said and his lips curved. Her British accent
thickened when she was pissed off.
And?
And what? Im still learning.
Found an escape route yet?
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No, just keep driving and keep them off our tail. She pressed another button and the
picture zoomed out to county-wide.
Theyre still with us, but a ways back.
Winter grunted and put her finger on the screen. Directions scrolled over the map.
How long? He asked.
Fifteen minutes, an exit, on your left, then a hard right turn. Ten minutes, intersection,
hard left. Twenty minutes, sweeping right corner. Half a mile is a dirt track. She said with
her eyes on the screen.
He checked the mirrors and stared to weave in and out of traffic, pressing his foot down as
he did and prayed there werent any dutiful cops out.
For the allotted time, he dodged in an out, not causing any harm, or concern, but acted like
a yuppie with places to go and annoyed at the peons in his way. He took the exit, slowed and
turned right. Then he accelerated and waited for the intersection. He took that with a
handbrake turn to save time and gunned the engine.
The sweeping corner was perfectly cambered and he jammed on the brakes as he saw the
narrow opening. Hang on. He said and spun the wheel.
The SUV slid into the opening and he took off.
Wow, whered you learn how to do that? She asked, impressed.
He gave her a grin. Compulsory defensive driving school. He said. And there are some
things a boy just cant resist, like the opportunity to be taught how to drive by a professional
rally driver.
Im guessing it wasnt a hardship, then.
You am guessing right. He said and held on as they rocketed over a dirt hump. Does
this road have an exit? They landed with a suspension squashing thump, but he kept control.
Yes, sir. She breathed, then cleared her throat. Just keep going, it comes out at a
secondary road. Where the hell are we supposed to be going anyway?
I thought They went over another hump. Wed just drive around until we worked out
a proper plan. Youd better get the mobile phone out, see if we have any service out here.
I cant. She said.
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And why not? He asked as they hit a rough stretch.
Because the last time I reached over to the back, you nearly took my head off.
Hmm yes, well. I was only looking out for your safety. He said without apology.
In that case, were going to have to lose these people before we stop and do it the
safe way, then.
How long? He asked.
She looked at the map. Twelve minutes and counting.
He fish-tailed around a corner and grinned. He hadnt had this much fun for years, had
forgotten how much he enjoyed it. Of course, they might be in a life and death situation, but
he couldnt help but grin at the sheer power of the vehicle and the control he had of it.
No, I dont think this is fun, Justin.
He flicked a surprised glance at her and took another corner. I didnt know mind reading
was one of your talents.
Its not, but the way youre grinning gives it away. She said.
Yeah. I have to admit, I am enjoying this. And one day, Ill teach you. It was a promise
he hoped he could keep. Any sign of them?
She looked into her side mirror and clucked her tongue. I cant tell; were bouncing
around too much.
No dust, though. He smirked.
No, just two tyre tracks on the wet ground leading them to us.
There was nothing he could do about that; this was a race to the tarred road. Hopefully, one
or two of the trucks had missed the turnoff, and had to reverse, giving them more time. He
didnt think the third was damaged enough to pull out of the pursuit.
As long as were far enough ahead, I dont think it matters. He said. How long?
Six minutes, unless you shake the damn truck apart.
She had, he noticed, a good grip on the sissy strap.
Terrain?
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Flat once we get around those trees. The last hump lifted her off the seat and down
again. She turned and glared at him; all he could do was grin.
He guided the car into the curve and saw, in the distance, the tarred road. His shoulders
relaxed slightly. Nearly home. He murmured and gunned the engine to speed up.
Any faster, pal, and well be flying.
Your trust in my abilities is duly noticed. Ill expect my reward later.
Fine, she grumbled and he glanced at her. Ill ask for your autograph and a signed
picture then.
Justin laughed. He couldnt help it. Every time he thought he had her, she came up with
something outrageous. He shook his head. Autograph indeed.
His smile drained away, though, when he saw two more black SUVs parked front-to-front,
blocking off his exit. Shit. He muttered. We need a plan B and fast. He said and eased up
on the accelerator. He turned his head from side-to-side. There were fences and crops now,
wheat, it looked like, easy enough to go through. He hoped.
Any obstructions on the highway?
What kind? She asked and started punching buttons.
Fences of the stopping kind. He replied with his teeth gritted. He could see men climbing
out of the vehicles, long-barrelled rifles in their hands. For Fucks Sake!
Winter shook her head. It was all he needed and he spun the wheel to the right, dived down
off the road and bounced into the green field. Winter yelped beside him.
Unripened wheat heads slapped the front of the SUV as they ploughed through the field.
He cut left and gunned the engine to climb the slight hill. They came up out of the field over
the top and landed on the tarmac, skidded sideways.
Justin wrestled with the wheel and got the car under control. Horns blared and tyres
screeched but he got the headed in the right direction and took off at speed.
Are are you CRAZY? Winter shouted and he slid her a look. She had her hand to
her chest as if to check to make sure her heart was still in there.
No, maam, just glad to be in one piece. It will take them a while to get turned around to
follow and by then, well be gone.
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She gave a little scream of frustration and turned the GPS off, hunched into the corner of
her seat.
Im a dead woman. She muttered. Either theyre going to kill me, or you will!
Aw, now honey
Dont you honey me, you barbarian! You nearly scared me grey! She looked startled
by her words and dropped the visor to check in the mirror. One grey hair and youre She
continued to mutter while she checked her dark auburn spikes.
Now that theyd successfully evaded their pursuers, Justin felt the adrenalin seep out of his
system, leaving him tired. They werent far enough way to pull over, though, and he kept
driving east. Eventually, he figured theyd head south, then west and turn north again.
The evidence they needed to sink Chambers was back in the Fort. He would have loved to
take her to his home, meet his friends, his family in South Carolina, but that was out of the
question. Chambers would think hed go to help; or, at the very least, expect people who
knew Justin to hide him and Winter and keep watch on them.
Well, Chambers thought wrong. Justin was happy to cruise the countryside until he could
make contact with Cosgrove and then wind his way back. In fact Okay, you can get the
mobile phone now.
She glared at him.
Were on a straight patch and Ill drive extra careful. He said and after a moment heard
her unlatch the seat belt.
He heard her rummage around in the packages, her butt, though was a distinct distraction.
Hed just decided to palm those rounded globes when she slumped back into her seat, a
square box on her lap and refix her seat belt.
Damn, opportunity missed, he thought and refocused on the road.
Winter peeled off the plastic and opened the box, pulled out every piece of written material
before getting to the phone itself. She turned it this way and that. How does it work? She
asked and he sighed.
Living your whole life in a castle where your every need was met, while sounding
wonderful, was definitely a disadvantage when out in the real world. He didnt know anyone
who didnt have a mobile.
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Better read the instructions. Itll take too long for me to explain. He said and she lowered
her head to study the how-to manual in silence.
Two hours later, he pulled into drive through, ordered coffee and burgers and then drove to
a park that overlooked a stony river. On a sigh, the turned the engine off and turned to Winter.
She was still playing with the phone, pressing buttons, changing settings, taking pictures of
all things.
Youve got it working? He asked.
Hmm. She lifted her head and smiled. Oh, good. Food. She traded him the phone for
burger and coffee. She set the coffee into the holder and opened her burger.
Justin plugged the phone into the dash and dialled. He pressed the speaker button.
A gruff voice answered. Cosgrove! The General barked and Justin smiled.
Lieutenant Beech here, sir.
Beech, you idiot! What did you do? Cosgrove growled. Wait.
Callender! Get in here! Justin winced at Cosgroves shout. Poor Stacey. The statuesque
brunette had become General Cosgroves go to girl for intelligence. Still, it wouldnt hurt her
career.
He heard the Generals chair squeak as he sat down.
Now then, Lieutenant, would you like to explain why you stole a valuable asset?
He opened his mouth to reply, but Winter cut him off.
The so called asset is sitting right here. She said and then bit into the burger.
Justin grimaced.
Beech!
Sir!
The general cleared his throat. A sure sign he was striving for calm. Tell me what
happened.
Yes, sir. Summer called me and suggested I remove the aforementioned asset at her
request. Given her... drug-induced state, I felt it was my responsibility to protect the said asset
from harm. That required me to exit the premises and find a safe haven. In doing so
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Ye-es, Lieutenant?
Er, one of the enemy may have suffered serious injury, sir.
Serious injury.
Yes, sir. He was blocking our egress. I removed the block and we proceeded through the
Fort to safety. We are currently being pursued by unmarked SUVs. Sir. Justin explained and
sipped his coffee to ease his dry throat.
Do you have proof of this?
Proof, sir?
When the assets disappeared, the castellan, I believe he called himself, contacted the
local law enforcement agencies. When they arrived, your fully armed men refused to answer
questions. I ordered them to stand down and all were taken into custody where they continued
to refuse to answer any questions. Do you have any comment?
Hes a liar. Winter said. Chambers was nothing but Sir James secretary. Hes not the
castellan, hes an employee, and I suggest to you, sir, that you get some government
officials in there to audit the books before he strips the corporation!
Ms Winter, you are no position to suggest anything. Mr Chambers has assured us that he
is merely safeguarding the corporation until someone suitable can be appointed to take over.
Winter choked on her burger. Justin helpfully patted her on the back until the fit eased.
What do you mean someone suitable, sir?
With Winter kidnapped, by you, Lieutenant, the company should have been the
responsibility of Summer. However, she too, is missing. Would you like to comment on that,
Winter?
No. She sipped her coffee.
No? What do you mean no. Shes your sister, you must know where she is!
No, sir, I do not. She went off air and we escaped.
The general heaved out a sigh. So Chambers is in charge.
For the moment, sir. Winter said.
Youre not going to do something to him, are you? Justin heard the general swallow
nervously.
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Yes, sir, I plan to make him extremely sorry.
Leave it to the authorities; theyll handle him. Where are you?
Oh, were She reached out to the GPS, but Justin stopped her with his hand and shook
his head.
Were unsure about our location, sir. We had to run hard and fast to get away from the
pursuit team and we dont have any landmarks. Yet.
Cosgrove grunted. Let me know when you have a location. Now, what do you need that I
can supply?
Information, sir. We need to know whos following us. Theyre riding in, we think,
Pocklington registered vehicles. It might be useful to pressure Chambers on that.
Roger. Anything else?
Justin paused. General Cosgrove could get him just about anything, but for the moment, he
didnt need anything. Once they got to the Fort, however, things would change. Ill need my
men soon, sir. And enough firepower that Chambers will blink.
Cosgrove grunted again.
Oh, and we need those bloody news stories stopped, sir, or well have every greedy red-
neck in the country looking for us.
Yeah, General, Winter put in. I can tell you quite categorically, that I am not mentally
incapacitated. You might want to think on why Chambers would suggest that to the press.
Freedom of the press is sacrosanct, Winter. Cosgrove growled.
Then use it. Tell them were in protective custody pending an investigation into false
allegations of kidnapping.
Cosgrove chuckled. I see youre not mentally incapacitated at all, Winter. Clever
thinking. Ill see what I can do. Keep in touch Lieutenant, or the next call will be your new
assignment: Guarding the inmates at Leavenworth! He disconnected.
Lovely man. He said with a weak smile.
Hmm. Well see. She stared out beyond the windshield.
Care to take a walk with me? He asked.
A walk.
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Yes. I believe it can be quite invigorating. He smiled at her and she slowly returned it.
Okay. But she still had the presence of mind to pick up the pistol and shove it into her
waistband at the back.
They both got out and he locked the car with a chirp from the alarm system. Then he came
around and slid his hand into hers.
The, er, river is quite lovely this time of year. He said, feeling like a kid with his first
love.
Winter chuckled and moved in closer to him. Yes. She said brightly. Quite lovely.
He felt the rumble of laughter in his chest as they walked along the bank. Green grass
snicked against their boots, the flowing water calmed his nerves and he felt his tiredness
slowly lift under the soothing hand of nature and the closeness of Winter.
We still need a plan. She said and bent down to pick a yellow flower. She brought it to
her nose, wrinkled said nose and tossed the flower away. We cant continue to just run. We
need a purpose.
Quite so. He said softly.
And?
Shh. He said. Im enjoying the quiet.
The quiet? She gaped at him.
In response, he lowered himself onto the grass and pulled her down to sit next to him. The
quiet. Listen.
She snuggled next to him and tilted her head to listen. He could hear the river over the
stones, a messy, strangely rhythmic sound. Then there were the birds, chirping, whistling,
calling; the soft hiss of the breeze through the leaves and, in the distance, the sound of tyres
on the road.
He didnt feel the need to talk, not with her; there was a comfortable silence between them.
Justin felt her sigh and he eased them both back onto the soft grass. He didnt mind that it
was slightly damp from the rain, it felt just right and he breathed in the scents of the forest:
the earth, the rotting leaves, the freshness of the air and the subtle tang of the water. Her hand
rested on his chest, her head on his shoulder and he felt fine.
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Once, long ago, hed done this. Not with a woman though. He and his friends had rolled
down green hills in rural South Carolina, had fished in the dam, had run riot during the
summer like most kids. In the waning day, they had flopped onto the grass and simply stared
up at the sky, imagining what the clouds looked like. Now, it seemed clich, but then it had
been the world to him. Until respective parents had come looking for them. It was an idyll he
missed.
Army life didnt lend itself to time wasting and cloud gazing. Yet, here he was, the woman
of his dreams in his arms, staring up at the cloud darkening sky, dreaming of long ago times.
He didnt realise theyd fallen asleep until cold drops of rain peppered his face and it was
near on dark. He lifted the bundle in his arms as he sat up. She came awake quickly.
We have to go. He murmured, or wed better learn to swim.
She yawned and nodded, got to her feet.
He followed her back to the car and unlocked it. She climbed in and he went around to the
drivers side, climbed in and turned the engine on.
He checked the gauge. Better fill up before they went on their way.
Justin drove out of the parking area and took to the road. A glance to the right told him
shed gone back to sleep. He lifted the centre console, relieved that shed had the sense to put
the gun in there before falling asleep.
At the first service station, he got out, filled up, got more coffee, paid and hit the road
again. Winter didnt shift, so he turned the radio on, and lowered the volume. Hed need
something to keep him awake during the long hours of the night.
He decided he didnt dare risk another hotel. It would give their pursuers time to find them,
simply by checking every hotel on this route.
Another three hours, and hed make the turn south.
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Chapter Ten
Winter tried to turn over but only found a more uncomfortable position. Her eyelids lifted
and saw she was still in the truck, but theyd parked somewhere. Outside was pitch black.
She turned her head. Justin had put the seat back and lowered it almost horizontal; he was
asleep.
Carefully, quietly, she opened the door and stepped down. Sometimes, you could not hold
off the call of nature; and out here, she saw, nature was all around.
She couldnt see the road, and the trees and bushes were dim outlines. She chose a bush
and did her business, keeping her eye on the truck. Not that she thought hed wake up and
suddenly decide to leave, but because she didnt want to get lost.
She had no experience with the bush and she didnt want to start to learn now.
Done with her business, she went back to the truck and climbed in.
Better? Justin asked softly. It was just as dark in here, as it was outside; the difference
was in the truck was more intimate, much more intimate.
Yes, thank you. She murmured and lowered her seat too. She turned on her side so she
could look at him, but he was a shadowy outline. Where are we?
Somewhere out the back of Whoop Whoop. He replied.
And thats a place?
Justin chuckled. Not that Im aware of. I met an Aussie soldier in well, I met an Aussie
soldier and thats what he described as being out in the middle of nowhere. Also, I
understand, described as Beyond the Black Stump. He said in a deeper, sinister voice.
Oh. She said, though it meant nothing to her. So, in a nutshell, you dont know.
I do know, but its not important, not yet.
Why not?
We need time for Chambers to get himself deeper into strife. Then well strike.
Its a little hard for us to do anything, so far away.
Not so far. He murmured.
You mean weve been going around in circles?
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Somewhat. The best way to keep your enemy off guard is to do the unexpected.
Chambers expected us to run, and we did; but he also expects me to run to the familiar, which
I havent. He expects you not to be able to stay hidden, because you have no concept of what
its like in the real world, but you have. So, Ive been heading around, as if unsure of where to
go, when I know exactly. My problem is, well, Im not entirely sure about what hell do
now.
I know one thing: its gonna suck to be him. She said.
Yeah. Im gonna guarantee that. He promised and she smiled.
Shed bet everything she had, which admittedly wasnt much, that he would.
This isnt what I expected. She sighed.
Whats isnt?
Out here. In the dark. With nature. She nearly added, with you, but held her tongue.
He sat up and climbed into the back. She heard the rustling of paper bags, then a few
thumps, and silence.
Come here. He said.
Where? I cant see you. She said and turned over to look. She couldnt see much other
than his darker than dark shadow. Oh, there you are.
These seats go back, so thisll be more comfortable. He said from near her.
She scrambled over her seat and onto a sort of platform. Justin stretched himself out.
Almost the right length. He said and she felt him fumbling around in the dark.
What are you doing? She asked.
Looking for you. He said and his hand brushed over her hip. There you are.
His fingers inched around her, and then dragged her close. Better. He sighed. Much
better.
Prone, she fit his length perfectly, she realised. Heat flashed through her in the close
confines.
Youre making me hot. She complained and he suddenly went still. Uh I didnt
mean but his mouth unerringly found hers and her thoughts shut off.
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His lips, mobile and clever, moved over hers. She opened to him as if it were the most
natural thing to do. His hands were no longer gentle, and she didnt want him to be.
Justins fingers tugged the shirt out from her waistband, went to work on her jeans. For her
part, her fingers streaked under his t-shirt to the hot, silky skin beneath.
He rolled her under him, made quick work of the buttons. She pushed upwards and
shucked the shirt, he stripped her of her bra and then feasted on her breasts with a hot, slick
tongue, gentle teeth and mobile mouth. Arousal flashed hot, thrummed across her skin.
She pressed into him, revelled in the heat, the thick surge of blood through her veins and
the pulse between her thighs. This time, she would not be denied and her hands found the
snap on his jeans, then the zip.
Winter was careful when she drew the zip down over the bulge. Doing harm was not her
intent. Her hands shoved his pants down, and then shoved her own down as far as they would
go without her taking her boots off.
He returned to her mouth, and he was almost savage in his hunger, but she matched him,
tangling her tongue with his.
Justin moved over her, settled between her thighs and she let her knees part further as he
reached down with his hand. Two of his nimble fingers slid inside her and she arched into him
with a sigh as he cupped her. He slowly eased his fingers out and paused, and then he guided
himself to her. She felt his hot length brush along her inner thigh and then touch her, thrust to
find her entrance. She lifted her hips a little to help him.
Please. She whispered and had her hands on his butt, pulling him forward. He slid into
her and stopped. She brought her knees up, framed him. She felt his feet shift and then oh,
and then, he slammed into her. He lowered his head, took her mouth again while she arched
and writhed and demanded more with her hands.
Justin withdrew slightly then thrust into again, and again, until she matched his rhythm,
revelled in the familiar slide of his body inside hers. Her blood sang, her heart thundered and
still he pounded into her.
She could feel the pressure rising and he lowered his hand to cup her butt, to lift her to him
and he went deeper.
Oh, God! She breathed and held him to her as the first wave exploded over her and still
he pumped inside her. Then his rhythm faltered and his body went tight. She felt the pulse
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deep within and came again, squeezed down on him and his rhythm slowed. He held himself
above her for a moment and then slowly lowered to cover her sweat-slicked body, his head
between her neck and shoulder and his breath soft and rapid against her skin.
He relaxed against her and she wondered if hed gone to sleep. She brushed her fingers
through his hair and his head shifted.
Thank you. He said simply and she winced.
For?
Trusting me. For this.
She felt as if he wanted to say more, but he raised himself a little and kissed her instead. It
was a gentle, sweet kiss that had her trembling as her hands glided down his back to his waist.
One day. He said and shifted to lie at her side. Well do this in a real, honest-to-god
bed.
You mean we havent? She asked and set her clothes to right.
Not yet. He replied and pulled up his jeans.
Well have to work on that, then. She said and his arm came around her.
Sleep now, work later.
She heard the tiredness in his voice and once again wished she could drive; to take the
pressure off him. But hed been right: he knew evasive techniques and even at her best, she
would have got them caught.
Okay. She murmured and she snuggled closer, dropped off into sleep, satiated and
happy, her body still throbbing.
* * *
Daylight streamed in through the windows and Winter groaned at the assault on her eyes. It
was too early to be getting up, but the light persisted and she squinted at the new day.
Justin squeezed her closer and she could read his intent in his body language, or a
particular part of his body.
So, last night hadnt been a dream after all, she thought and warmth flooded her body.
Carefully, she rolled over and faced him. His eyes were open and his hands began to move
down to her hips. She gave him a smile.
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A bed, remember?
Yeah, I do, but does that mean no more adventures elsewhere? He gave her a wicked
grin.
No, she laid her lips on his for a moment. But it would be nice.
He sighed. Youre so demanding. I dont know why I put up with you.
She gave him a sad smile. I dont know either.
Cmere. He said in lieu of an answer and kissed her until the temperature rose and the
windows fogged. Then he lifted his mouth. Thats why. He said with a smirk.
Think we can She asked with a wicked smile.
Oh, yeah. He murmured and went to work on her jeans again.
* * *
An hour later, she was still trying to uncross her eyes. Justin gave her a satisfied grin as he
readjusted his clothes. I think breakfast is in order, dont you?
Hmm she said, I thought wed just had it.
That was pre-breakfast. After you, a man needs to recharge his batteries. For later on, you
understand. He waggled his eyebrows.
Winter climbed into the front seat. Justin slapped her butt and she turned to glare at him.
He was grinning, damn it, but she found herself grinning right back at him.
Later, dude.
Promise?
My solemn oath. She said and raised her seat. Justin finally got into the drivers seat and
started the engine.
The day wore on with spates of conversation and long comfortable silences. They passed
through town after town, stopping only to refuel in petrol, food and coffee.
Rain began to fall and Winter sighed.
Shed seen much of the countryside, but in her mind, she still searched for Summer who
remained resolutely absent. She wouldnt think the worst; her sister was too valuable. And her
money was on that weasel Chambers.
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Tired? Justin asked.
No, just bored. Weve been at this for days. I like the forest, but theres only so much
greenery, ponderosas and rain I can put with. And you, you must be tired of all the driving.
Its tough, but it has to be done.
Hmm. She turned on the radio, listened to the country music for half an hour before she
tuned in to another station: classical this time.
What sort of music do you listen to? She asked.
I dont very much, but when I do, its usually a bit of jazz or blues. He replied. You?
The classics, of course. Anything else was deemed ill-educated, trite and repetitive.
Justin smiled. Ah, you remembered!
More every day.
She settled back to enjoy the music, but soon became aware of a need to visit mother
nature again. You need to pull over. She said.
Oh, why? He checked his mirrors.
Because I need to go.
Go? Go where? He looked slightly panicked.
Winter rolled her eyes. To the outdoor bathroom, Justin, thats all. Theres nothing to
worry about, just too much damn coffee.
Oh. His shoulders relaxed and he turned the indicator on, rolled to a stop beside the
forest. Dont go too far, okay? Just far enough so Ill hear if you yell.
Fine. She hopped out and made her way to the bushes.
She was just zipping up when she saw the bear and froze. The bear, shaggy black fur, long-
clawed, brown-eyed and huge, stood on four paws ten feet away in profile. It turned its head
towards her.
There couldnt be bears out here, could there? She blinked but the animal remained where
it was, stared at her while its black nose twitched.
Winter swallowed hard and slowly took a step to the side, her eyes on the beast. She tried
to call out to Justin, but all that emerged was a squeak.
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The bear heard her; Justin did not. Its ears went back and then growled deep in its throat,
its lips twitching up in a snarl, exposing yellowed teeth.
If she ran, the bear would catch her and even if Justin heard her yelling, was she close
enough for him to help? She didnt think so; shed gone into the forest just a little too far.
What she needed was a weapon, something like the gun that was currently in the
console. She could picture it clearly sitting where shed put it last night after she and Justin
had fallen asleep on the banks of the river.
A lot of good cool, heavy metal filled her hand and her fingers wrapped around a
patterned butt. She didnt want to look; she did not want to look. But she lifted her hand
anyway and there was the pistol, trembling in her fist. Another squeak came out. She juggled
the gun, nearly dropped it, and then held on tight. She stared over the shaking barrel at the
bear.
The animal, no longer interested in her, lifted its snout in the air to sniff, then wandered
away as if nothing had happened. With the pounding in her ears, she didnt hear the bear
leave, but she saw it shamble deeper into the forest, with slow, lumbering steps.
Winter, on wobbly legs, backed up until she heard the rumbling of the engine, then she
turned and sprinted to the car, positive the bear had changed its mind and was about to land
on her, or swipe at her with those vicious claws.
She flung open the door and all but leapt into the passenger seat, wide-eyed with fright.
Winter? He asked, concerned and looking across her into the forest.
She jolted, realised the car door was still wide open and slammed it; used the lock.
What happened?
Buh Buh Bear! She lifted her hand to rub her eyes and bashed her forehead with the
gun instead.
Careful! He barked but she didnt hear him. Her fingers jerked apart and she dropped it,
juggled it, until it fell to the floor where she lifted her feet to get out of the way.
Justin grabbed her shoulders, forced her to look at him. Winter! Snap out of it! Dont
make me slap you.
She focused on him. Do it and die!
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Then whats wrong? You look really spooked. He shook her a little. Take deep breaths,
calm down, and tell me, okay?
She nodded and did as he asked, dragging in breaths until her head stopped pounding and
her heart rate eased to something like normal. Then she began.
It was huge! She said. And snarly. I honestly thought it was going to attack me!
Then its a good thing you took the gun with you. He nodded with approval. Although
bears are a protected species in these woods, you could make an argument for self-defence.
Winter felt her heart begin to pound again. She looked him in the eye. But Justin, I didnt
take it with me.
And yet, there it is. He indicated the floor with a nod.
I was thinking I should have got a weapon, something like the gun in the console. I
thought about exactly where it was, and then then it was in my hand, Justin. She said
and slumped into her seat, tears filling her eyes. It was in my hand and I dont know how it
got there.
* * *
Justin wanted to sympathise, but he couldnt. He leaned over, picked up the weapon and
returned it to the console, closed the lid.
Honey, thats what you do. He said gently. Like Summer can read minds, you can make
things out of whatever is surrounding you.
But but
No buts, Winter, its what you do. If the gun hadnt been here, you would have made one
out of whatever metal was around, and that would have been the car. He said. Since the gun
was here, Im thinking you merely disassembled it into its molecular components thats how
it was explained to me - and reassembled it in your hand.
Winter stared at him with heartbreak in her eyes. Do you know what that makes me?
Justin lifted an eyebrow. And Summer? Is she a freak, too?
Winter frowned as if she didnt like anyone calling her sister a freak, then her expression
cleared to sadness and she nodded. Yes. Were both freaks.
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Justin put the truck into gear and pulled out onto the empty road. There are no freaks in
this world, Winter, only those who are more special than others.
Oh, very PC, Justin, but a spade is a spade. Call it an engineered digging device, but its
still a bloody shovel!
Instead of looking at the negatives, at how different it makes you, why dont you start
looking for the positives; looking at ways you can use your talents to help people. Better yet,
he threw a glare at her, why dont you practice shovelling!
She moved as far away from him as she could, sulked in her corner with her arms crossed,
her shoulders tight with offence and glared at the innocent scenery.
He didnt regret his words; they had to be said. All along, he, Trio and Summer had stood
back and watched her struggle with her memories. But maybe they were wrong. Maybe the
best way to get those memories back was to confront them head on, to not treat Winter as if
she were fragile, because he knew damn well she wasnt. She could kick ass with the best of
them.
Hell, she and Summer had beaten the tar out of each other once before. His grin was one of
pride as he recalled how theyd both looked afterwards: black eyes, swollen lips, bruised jaws
and cheeks and both had moved stiffly. The smile slid away. As he remembered it, some
guard had used a stun stick on Winter, paralysing her for a few hours.
Still, it was a fight his baser side would have loved to have seen.
What are you smirking about? She asked sullenly.
You and Summer, kicking seven shades of snot out of each other.
We did not! It was just a...
His grin returned and he nodded. Oh, yeah, you did. And before you ask, no, I dont know
what it was about, but man that fight must have been impressive.
She was regarding him with a curious expression. Yeah? I thought it was more a smack
here, a slap there.
Nope. Trio Duncan, almost blew a cork when he saw what youd done to Summer, but
then he got a look at you and
She slowly nodded. I I think I remember. We were in the gym. Or I was. I was pissed
about something She stared off into the distance as if trying to catch the illusive
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memory. She came in, we argued some, and then she sucker punched me, the bitch. A light
smile played around her mouth. And we got into it.
You dont remember why? He asked and watched, curious, as heat flared across her
cheeks.
Nothing important, she mumbled and continued to stare out the window.
When a woman says its not important, its usually of paramount importance. He said.
So speaks the great sage, but Im telling you it was simply a matter of getting rid of some
angst we both had. Now she looked at him. We were having problems with our respective
charges, and he wasnt happy with us.
Justin didnt need to ask who he was, it was a given.
He had taken to threatening me again if I didnt pull my weight. It was then I decided
that She broke off and shook her head.
That? He prompted.
That something wasnt right; with him, with us, with why he wanted to detain Special
Operations people. She waved a hand. Oh, he said he was trying to negotiate a safe haven
for Summer and I, but it just didnt feel right.
Your father, for wont of a better word, would never countenance you in military
custody where he couldnt access Summers skills.
No, he needed her accessible to him. It was then I decided I had to do something. She
shrugged. I had no idea what, but I was determined to find something to use against him.
And Summer found it.
Did she? I didnt know.
You did know, he contradicted, you just cant remember it.
Its the same thing, to me, at this particular juncture in time. But, at least I remembered
the battering I took, and gave. Now she was smirking.
Well, he sighed, all I can say is that its my understanding that twins fight all the time
with each other, but should someone try to interfere, theyll both turn on that person.
Winter nodded and subsided into silence. He turned on the radio again and drove on.
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When the news came on, they both turned theyre heads to stare at the radio as if it had
suddenly come alive.
the charges, the newsreader went on in a bored tone, stem from alleged eyewitness
reports of Sir James Pocklingtons daughter entering the room shortly before his death. The
billionaire businessman who suffered a stroke four months ago, died last week of suspected
cardiac failure. Investigations are ongoing, but a police spokesman said Ms Pocklington is
wanted for questioning over the death. Government officials deny any knowledge of Ms
Pocklington whereabouts at this time. The newsreader went on to another story.
Son of a bitch! Justin couldnt credit it. He just couldnt believe Chambers would stoop
so low. He flicked the switch off without comment.
Do you think its true? She asked quietly.
Do I think whats true? He growled and flicked a glance at her. Winters expression was
grim.
What that newsreader inferred? That I killed him?
Oh, I have no doubt. His laugh was bitter, but he couldnt help it. Chambers was a dead
man. Then he realised what he said and flicked a glance at her. She was white with shock.
Honey, when you remember, youll understand.
That I killed my own father? How did I do that? Did I accidentally She wiggled her
fingers then closed them into fists.
He reached out and covered her hands. No, Winter. You did not do anything, accidentally
or otherwise. I think the shock of seeing you did him in; nothing more, nothing less.
She flinched away from him, but not before he saw the pain in her eyes. Damn, she still
thought they were genetically related!
Would telling her the truth sort it out? Or would it do more harm than good?
I dont know whether to tell you or not. He said and turned the windshield wipers on
again. It was time to head south. I dont know whether your imagination will fill in the
details, rather than youre remembering what actually happened.
She didnt look at him as he turned at the next intersection that headed south.
I dont want to influence you either way. And I dont want you to accuse me of making
everything up. Fuck. What a mess. He jammed his fingers through his hair.
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Would telling me be that bad? She asked.
I dont know, honey. I simply dont know.
They travelled in silence for miles while each worked through their thoughts. By the time
night fell, neither had a solution and Justin pulled into yet another generic highway motel for
travellers.
He got out and booked into a room. They both went about getting ready for bed and when
he slid beneath the sheets, Winter snuggled up to him and dropped off into an exhausted
sleep. Surprised at her acceptance of him, of the situation, and content to let it be, he followed
her into slumber.
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Chapter Eleven
Winter took in a deep breath and the scent of man; an all too familiar man. She could hear
his heartbeat beneath her ear, could feel the slow breaths in her hair and wondered at the utter
contentment settling around her. She could be safe here. She didnt need to explain anything
to Justin, he just accepted her for who she and what she was.
Could there be a more perfect man? She didnt think so, but neither was she going to
explore those thoughts any further. Instead, she peeled herself off him and sat up, ran her
fingers through her short hair.
Do you want to know what I want to do? Justin asked and she looked down at him. He
had a faint smile.
I think I can guess, but do we have the time?
No, he sat up next to her, I dont think you can guess. But Im gonna do it anyway, so
off you go. He nudged her with his shoulder.
Off I go?
Yep, go and bathe, Ill be here when you get back.
Huh. I thought you wanted to
He sat up and kissed her gently. I know. He whispered against her mouth. But youre
not getting any yet.
Damn, but youre hard work to get in the sack. She murmured against his mouth.
If Im too easy, youd never respect me in the morning, now git. He pushed her harder
and she had to roll out of bed or tumble to the floor. Make sure you wash behind your ears!
He sang.
Some date, you are. She grumbled, but went to shower.
When she came out, he was still in his briefs, but nothing else and her mouth salivated at
all that tanned muscular flesh on display. He was also sitting on the edge of the bed, with his
legs splayed.
He was some kind of eye-candy, she thought with a smile.
Cmere you, and lie down. He patted the bed next to him and she saw hed made it.
Why?
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Weenie. Just come over here and lie down. On your front.
Weenie? Is this some kind of new sex game? She asked with a suspicious, but amused
expression.
His jaw dropped in shock. No! Just just do this, okay? For me?
Justin was looking at her with anticipation and warmth. He really wanted her to lie
down. She couldnt see his hands, but figured, why not?
When shed settled herself to his satisfaction, he straddled her, then he light ran his hands
over her hair and began massaging her shoulders. Justin?
Shh. I used to do this for my mother. He said and dug his fingers in.
Your mother? Oh, he had great hands.
I did this after shed had a hard day picking fruit in the local orchard and Dad was
downstairs watching the football or the news or the baseball. It was our time together. He
said in a low voice that soothed her. Wed talk about how our day had been. Me, about
school, my friends, what we did, and, as I got older, what my plans were. Shed talk about the
neighbours, the garden, new recipes she was going to try, how she was finally going to take
up painting again.
Winter felt herself relaxing under his ministrations and could imagine the boy hed been
doing just this with a woman whom he resembled but older.
Wed only have an hour or so before Dad would come up and take over from me. He
always had a wickedly amused gleam in his eyes and Mom would get this flush over her face,
and shoo me off. He didnt always come up, but I knew without a doubt that they loved each
other. Loved me.
It must have been nice. To do that for her, I mean
And for him, too. My father wasnt an easy man; he was a disciplinarian who made me do
my chores and homework before any fun. But when he relaxed enough to be a father, he was
great.
What did he do for a job? She asked, enjoying the feeling of his hands working their way
down her spine, easing the muscles.
He was the local Sheriff. So sometimes, he couldnt come home, but when he did, we
knew he needed to relax, to do what he needed to do without fuss or bother.
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A stressful life. She murmured.
Yeah, so Mom and I stayed out of his way while he wound down, and he appreciated it by
taking us on trips, or me fishing, or wed go on picnics. It wasnt until later that I understood
some of his deputies didnt manage their lives so well and beat up on their spouses or kids, or
drank heavily, or gambled or any number of negative things to handle the stress. Dad found
the positive in everything.
Winter recognised that he was trying to tell her something, or prepare her for something
and she thought on his indecision of yesterday and her own confusion over the media report.
Youre going to tell me. She said quietly, not sure she wanted to hear anything about her
father.
Yeah, I am. I thought Id give you this first, before you
She lifted up to still his movements, then rolled over. I know its going to be bad, Justin,
just from what hasnt been said about him. She looked into his eyes and saw the turmoil. She
held his hand to her chest. You, Duncan and Summer have spent so much effort hiding the
truth from me, that Im suspicious of anything good said about him, which is precious little.
How bad is it going to be? She asked and he leaned down to kiss her.
Very, very, bad. He replied.
She returned his kiss with a deeper one, and then drew back. Then can we talk about it on
the road and after some breakfast? She was giving him an out; or maybe she was just
prevaricating. That sounded more like it, but he had such an expression of relief in his eyes.
He indicated she should roll over again and he continued to massage her lower back. She
already knew he had very dextrous fingers; he rivalled her physiotherapist, Russell, in skill.
Mom taught me how to massage properly. She used to do it for my Dad.
Winter closed her eyes, dozed while his magical fingers eased the stress and soreness from
her muscles. On the verge of sleep, he slapped her butt, jerked her out of a pleasant daydream
involving him, her, a tub of ice cream and chocolate sauce.
She lifted her head, blinked and rolled over.
Justins smile was warm, his gaze hooded, as if he knew what she was thinking.
Cmon, you. No time for snoozing, we need to get going. He said and she sighed with
disappointment.
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A half hour out from the hotel, Justin asked her to find a route to Chattahoochee. She
found one and gave him directions.
Were heading in circles. She said and he nodded.
More a loop and it puts us closer to home, from the south. I want to get as close as
possible, sneak up on Chambers.
Winter glared at the map and calculated the distance. Im going to enjoy watching
Chambers be hauled off in cuffs. She said.
* * *
At first, the jeep behind them did nothing but keep pace.
Theres a car following us. She said as she watched the midnight blue vehicle. It had a
driver and a passenger but she couldnt get a good look at them except to say they wore dark
glasses.
Humph. Justin said. Theyve been back there for about fifteen minutes. He said
calmly.
And youre okay with that? She asked, surprised.
Yeah.
Why? She asked and thought she caught the flash of white as the passenger grinned at
something the driver had said.
Youve never been on a long road trip, have you?
No.
I remember. Youd be in the car, and youd pick out someone to follow, keep behind
them, get acquainted on the long, lonely stretches of road. There was never anything to it, just
travellers getting together in a line and going to wherever. He gave a shrug. Its company.
But she kept a close eye on them anyway, until they indicated towards an off ramp and
vanished. Another vehicle took their place, this one a white van, also with two males in it. She
started to get creeped out. Sunglasses again, she muttered.
The van kept with them for the next seventy miles and then turned off and a low-slung
sports car moved up. Two more men wearing sunglasses and grim expressions. They didnt
speak to each other, just kept their eyes glued to the back of the SUV. She could well imagine
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the vehicles, while innocuous, were tailing them on purpose, keeping in contact with them.
But she could think of no good reason for them to be so close if they were trying to capture or
kill them. Were they trying a bit of psychological warfare on her and Justin? Get them to
think that they were as Justin said: simple travellers?
She wished she had Summers talent, then shed be able to find out. And where was her
sister anyway? Why didnt she just link and tell her she and Duncan were okay? What was
stopping her?
Winter couldnt believe that Summer was dead. Nothing but a body would convince her of
that. She preferred to think her sister and fianc were lying low; maybe there was another
mind reader out there keeping tabs on what? The air? Searching for errant thoughts or ones
directed at her or Justin? She shook of the ludicrous thought. She might, might, accept
Summer could read anyones mind, but from this distance? She didnt think so. Then again,
what about her own power? That could be a mighty thing, so why not Summers ability to
focus on one person and read them.
The thought made her shiver. That much power would freak anyone out.
Her own talent scared her and shed done it accidentally on both occasions. Could she do it
deliberately? Justin thought so. She should at least try
I think we should take a break. Well be heading into the National Forest soon and there
wont be any facilities. What do you think? Justin asked.
Mmm? The low-slung sports machine was still behind them.
I said, I think we should take a break.
Yeah, okay, well see what these guys do. She said without turning her head from the
mirror.
Youre being paranoid. He muttered.
Youre not paranoid if they really are out to get you. She replied.
He flashed a grin. Point taken. He said, and indicated to pull off the highway to yet
another free-standing take away joint.
The car flashed by them, but the passenger watched them in a way that gave her the
shivers.
Want to sit inside?
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Yeah, I do. She shook off the foreboding and turned to him. You buying?
Youre my date today, so yeah, Im buying.
He turned into a car park, next to a station wagon on one side and a small sedan on the
other. He dragged on the hand brake and huffed out a breath.
Winter handed him a bundle of cash and went to take out the pistol. He laid a hand over
hers. I dont think well be needing that. He said, but she wondered.
Giving in to his military experience, she left it where it was, with some regret.
On the walk to the restaurant, she said: Why do I feel we shouldnt have stopped?
He peered down at her. Were okay, Winter. He opened the door for her. If there was
anything happening, my radar would have picked it up. Stop being such a worry-wart.
She walked past him. I think your radars on the fritz. She said and he laughed.
The waitress eyed Justin as if he were dessert and came up to them. Table for two? She
asked in a sultry voice, even though she was twenty years beyond the tone.
Justin gave her a warm smile anyway. Yes, please.
He seated Winter, then took his own chair. Without looking at the menu, he ordered steak,
well-done, with all the trimmings. Winter took her time while the waitress tapped her foot
impatiently, then ordered the roast beef.
So, she said when the waitress had gone, tell me about my father.
Justin shook his head. Not until weve eaten.
More delaying tactics, she saw, but didnt mind. It was going to be a tough explanation
from him, and probably even more difficult for her to accept. She got that. But
The waitress came back and poured them coffee.
Youve never asked me about my life. She said and sipped the bitter brew.
I dont need to. He replied and his gaze went to the outdoors. Her gaze followed, but
there was nothing to see but cars.
Ah, yes. Of course. She murmured and they sank into another silence, this one more
uncomfortable for what hadnt been said between them.
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When he was done with scanning the outdoors, he turned his attention to the sparse crowd.
It was an early lunch they were stopping for and there were plenty of empty tables. Winter
again followed his grim gaze.
No one was interested in them; no one made eye contact. There was a family, parents and
four children, an elderly couple, a lone, middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a
huntsmans outfit of thick chequered shirt, dark stained jeans and hiking boots. He sipped his
coffee, watched the waitress with a gleam in his eyes. A couple of teenage girls in the corner
of the restaurant, with their heads together, one with long dark hair tied back, the other with
tawny-streaked short hair; both giggled and whispered.
She was about to tell Justin that she felt antsy, when the waitress appeared with loaded
plates. Justins eyes lit up at the sight of his steak and he thanked her. The waitresss face
flushed and she dropped Winters plate in front of her without looking.
Yall enjoy. She chirped and sashayed away. Sashayed for Gods Sake! And Justin
watched her go.
Too old for you. She muttered and attacked her succulent, rare beef.
Im a man, Winter, I appreciate any female form. He shook his head. It doesnt mean
Im out ahunting for them; not when I have you.
Winter snorted with amusement, but relaxed to enjoy her meal.
She sat back once she was done. She couldnt shake the idea that something was wrong.
That felt like a condemned womans last meal. She murmured and Justin eyed her warily.
What?
Its a strange turn of phrase is all. He shrugged and sat back from his empty plate with a
grin. That was good.
The waitress must have been watching them, and came up to clear their plates. Anything
else I can get yall?
No, thank you. Justin said and she gave him a mega-watt smile, bobbed her head and
walked away.
She wants you. Winter said with a cheeky smile.
Justin grinned. They all do, babe. He lifted his arm and flexed his muscle. I am one fine
hunka spunk, you know. All the girls say so.
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Winter chuckled and mock swooned, put the back of her hand to her forehead. Oh,
Justin. She sighed and batted her eyelids, youre so strong and manly!
And dont you forget it. He smiled at her as if she were his entire world and her own
smile faded.
Justin?
He avoided her gaze and rose. Time to get moving. He said and walked away to pay the
bill.
Winter watched as he leaned on the counter and flirted with the waitress. She didnt mind,
not after that look hed given her. The waitress was a distraction; female and therefore worthy
of politeness in his book.
He came back shaking his head and folding the money. You need the bathroom before we
hit the road?
Yeah.
Okay, he nodded, Ill meet you back here.
Winter went off to do her business, still thinking about that look. It was something beyond
her experience. Summer, when she resurfaced, would be able to tell her, she thought.
* * *
Justin cursed himself as he washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror.
The woman doesnt know how you feel about her, and you cant tell her. He chastised
himself. Not until this is over. Okay, bud?
He nodded to himself. Its okay; she still doesnt know judging from the puzzled expression
on her face when you looked at her.
Convinced he hadnt blown it, he stood straight. Time enough for that later. He said and
drew a curious gaze from the husband whod just walked in. Demanding women. He said
and the man smiled in agreement.
Outside, Winter waited for him with her back turned, staring out into the parking lot. Had
he ever known a woman not to stop and check her look to make sure she was looking fit for
company? He shook his head in amazement.
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He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, drew in the scent of her
hair. She didnt start, didnt gasp in surprise, but simply lifted her hands to rest on his
forearms.
I think we are buggered. She murmured solemnly.
What?
Look out towards the SUV.
He lifted his head. Instead of the small sedan, a midnight blue jeep was parked. On the
other side, instead of a station wagon, a white van, and in the closest row, a red sports car, just
like the one that had passed them when they turned off the highway. He only saw one driver
in each car, which meant the passengers were somewhere else.
Now, his neck prickled. She was right, damn it, his radar was on the fritz. He idly glanced
around the room but saw nothing to alarm him and he slowly backed her away from the doors.
What are we going to do? She asked out the side of her mouth.
We are going to slip out the back.
Theyll have that covered.
Justin released her, but kept a hold on her hand. You know what? I think youre right. So,
well go out the front.
And then what?
And then, well play it by ear.
Oh, great plan! She grumbled.
Trust me, Im a soldier. He turned her in his arms and held her close, looked down at her
unhappy face.
Yeah, right, and youre gonna what? Scare them off with harsh language? We left the
bloody gun in the bloody car!
He shook his head. A gun would result in a gun battle. We dont need that with all these
civilians. Nor are we going to go quietly into the good night.
Then what are we going to do? Her eyes pleaded with him to have an answer.
How fit are you feeling? He asked.
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After that meal? A bit logie, why?
Were gonna run for it.
Run. She said doubtfully.
Yes. We are going to walk out of here, keep an eye on those losers and if they show signs
of interest, we are going to run. Just follow my lead; and keep up. He laid a kiss on her
mouth, then threw an arm around her shoulders. Keep your head down.
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Chapter Twelve
Justin held her close as he opened the door. With their heads together as if in deep
conversation, he guided them to the left, away from the car park and towards the side of the
building and around the corner. When he saw no activity from the cars, he tensed further.
That meant they had everything covered and would only act if
You need to stop right there. A young womans accented voice said and he lifted his
head.
Akiko. He said and James former bodyguard gave him a smile that reached her odd
blue-green eyes.
Justin turned to the second woman with the dark hair, dusky skin and almond shaped dark
eyes. She looked very fit in a tight t-shirt and equally tight jeans and runners. And?
This is Maria. Akiko said.
Bounty hunter, Mr Beech. Maria smirked. You are worth a lot of money to me.
Its Lieutenant, Maria. How much am I worth?
A cool million.
Justins eyebrows rose. Chambers wanted them bad. He looked at Akiko.
How did you find us?
The bodyguard reached into the back pocket of her jeans, pulled out a square device.
Tracker, of course. We cant have anyone stealing the estates vehicles.
Justin scowled at her. You could have caught us at any time, then. Why the wait?
Akiko lifted a shoulder. It matters not. I follow orders and we have you now.
Both women lifted odd shaped pistols. The barrels were too long, silvery and he didnt see
any place for a magazine in the pistol grip. The finger marks were too deep.
This cant be good. He thought and tried to think of a way to run without getting shot
down.
Are you coming quietly, or are you coming quietly. Maria said, then snickered.
Akiko produced two pairs of handcuffs. Lieutenant?
Quietly, or quietly. Uh, oh. Tranquiliser guns, then.
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Winter was being uncharacteristically silent beside him and he glanced at her. Her
forehead was wrinkled in concentration and her eyes had an interesting glow to them; no
longer the dark green hed become used to, but filled with a faint jade fire that grew. The
glow he remembered.
Shit was about to happen and he felt alternatively happy and anxious. He had to keep the
women talking while she worked her mojo.
What does Chambers want with me? He asked, suspicious.
Insurance, of course. Akiko answered. A guarantee your little partner does what she is
told.
Ah, well, Im afraid I cant oblige. Ill not be hostage to anyones criminal enterprise.
What do you think, Winter?
Beside him, Winter lifted a hand and wiped her forehead. It wasnt that hot, so what?
Akikos gaze narrowed and aimed the gun, fired straight at Winter before he could do
anything. Nothing happened and he leapt at Maria, slapped the gun away and landing a punch
on her jaw. She slammed into Akiko and both stumbled to the ground.
Run! He barked and took off. He glanced back once, Winter was right on his heels as
they sprinted across the kids park and into the scrub. He heard one of the women shout, but
not what she said.
He heard Winter cry out and skidded to a halt, spun and stared. Akiko had tackled Winter
and they were now wrestling on the ground.
Winter got a good punch in, which stunned the bodyguard long enough for Winter to get
her knees up and shove her away. She followed through with short, sharp punch to Akikos
face which threw her head back. Then Winter punched a fist into the womans upper stomach.
Even from ten feet away, he heard the whoosh of air. Winter pushed the woman back and the
bodyguard collapsed, tried to breathe.
Winter then turned to him and ran past. Come on! She said and he took off after her.
That was no bitch-slapping fest, that was a full on fight and his heart surged with pride for
the way shed handled herself.
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The bush was a little difficult to get through, but they charged on until Winter slowed to a
jog, breathing hard. She finally stopped and bent over, her hands on her knees, dragging in
air.
He wasnt that much fitter, but then hed done without his morning jog for a while.
Well walk for a while. He huffed.
Sure. She stood up, still breathing hard, and began to walk forward.
We can walk it off before jogging again. He said and picked up her hand.
She gave him a gimlet eye. Is this how you military types stay fit?
Actually, while it is part of the fitness regimen, it does serve a purpose. He said and
dropped into his best lecture tone. During the Penisular Wars, and before, the British Army
had a method of moving troops quickly, without costing them any true fitness for battle at the
end. He moved aside a branch and she ducked under it. The troops would walk two steps,
and jog two, walk two steps and jog two. It gave them long distance speed without tiring them
out too much.
Uh, huh. She said.
Its an ideal way to travel quickly. He said brightly. Once we get into some clearer
territory, thats what well do.
And in the meantime? She asked.
In the meantime: we walk, unless those jokers catch up to us, in which case, we run.
Again.
Joy. She muttered.
How did that woman catch you? He asked. We had a good head start.
Winter shrugged. All I know is that one of them yelled out get her, Flash, and bam, she
hit me from behind.
Justin grunted. Lucky thing her gun didnt work or wed be It wasnt luck was it? He
glanced at her and she shook her head.
I tried to think of what the mechanism was to fire the damn thing, and She reached
into her jeans pocket and pulled out a tiny piece of metal. This came to my hand.
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Justin chuckled. The firing pin. Good work! He pulled her into a hug and sighed with
relief. They were safe for the moment. And free for the moment.
Winter settled her hands on his hips and in the rush to be free, he felt a measure of peace
bloom in his chest. Then she pulled out of his arms and they continued walking.
What now?
Now? He mused sourly. We dont have any transport, were being hunted through the
woods, we dont have any communications devices, we have no spare clothes, no food and no
water.
As someone recently said to me, lets focus on the positives and not the negatives.
Okay, Im positive we have no She punched him lightly on the arm. Okay, okay,
rough nut, I saw you beat up that girl, dont start on me! She threatened him with her fist
again, and then looked at it in amazement.
I didnt even think. She said and lowered her hand. I just reacted, I guess. Next thing
I knew, she was down and I was running again.
It was a marvellous thing to watch. He nudged her with his shoulder. I always wanted
to see a girl fight, though sadly, the clothes remained intact.
What is it with men and girl fights? She grumped.
It connects to our baser selves; the need to see female flesh, and lots of it. He grinned.
Pervert.
Absolutely. He said, and then turned his attention to their more immediate problems.
Were free and heading in the right direction, Winter. We have money, a fair bundle of it, so
we can buy what we need. All we have to do, is keep out of sight until we reach a town, get
what we need and head back to the Fort. Im going to call in reinforcements and we are going
to shut Chambers down, one way or another.
And until then, we keep walking.
We keep walking. He agreed.
* * *
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Justin guided her along deer paths, up hills and down dales, along creek beds and barely
there trails. Winter was glad he had a good sense of direction, because she was absolutely
lost.
There was no sign of their pursuers, but she knew they were out there, somewhere. No way
they would give up; if ever. She wished Summer would contact her, but there was resolute
silence from her sister and she was worried. And speaking of which
Tell me. She said as they began to climb another hill.
Tell you what? He asked and glanced over his shoulder at her.
Not what, whom. My father.
His eyes widened and then he sighed. Okay. Then promptly fell into silence.
Well?
Just gathering my thoughts and thinking about where to start.
The beginnings good.
Yeah, okay. He held out his hand and helped her up to the crest of the hill. More bush
greeted them and they walked along the plateau. Sir James Wellesley Pocklington the Third,
was the eldest son of Lady Constance Malborough and James Wellesley Pocklington the
Second. The Wellesleys are descended from the Iron Duke, Arthur Wellesley; the Duke of
Wellington.
Napoleons nemesis? She asked, amazed that she would be descended from such a larger
than life figure in history.
The very same. Anyway, the Pocklingtons werent asblue-blooded, but from all
accounts, Constance and James were a happy couple. James junior came along and was an
average student who desired more than he could accomplish. He was an ordinary business
man for whom ambition exceeded his ability. One business after another failed, or had to be
sold to cover debts. As a last resort, the Pocklingtons sent him abroad to learn how others did
business and to basically get him as far from them as possible; he was not, so rumour has it, a
very nice person.
Winter sifted through what memories she had of him, but failed to come up with any time
he smiled at her with delight, or hugged her, or even touched her in any way. How sad.
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He went to the East, to Japan, Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand, and this is where the
story gets a bit tricky.
Tricky?
Yeah. Um His business acumen suddenly had focus and he began building his
corporation. He had the Fort modified, extended and moved in as soon as the renovations
were completed. The debt was enormous, but it wasnt long before hed paid off the loan and
hunkered down. James then set about scouring the world for antiques, while still maintaining
his grasp on a rapidly growing business. He got government contracts, bought out rival
businesses and turned them around, he even managed to acquire some known mafiosa
businesses. His worth developed at an astonishing rate.
Wow, she said, impressed. He must have learned a great deal, then.
Justin glanced her with a solemn expression. Oh, yes, he learned a lot. He stopped for a
moment with indecision, and then started walking again. He found a western woman who
wanted to sell her children. He, of course, wasnt interested in that sort of procurement.
What sort of procurement? She asked.
Red tinged his cheeks and anger came off him in waves. Children are often peddled as
whores in poor countries to rich westerners. Its the only way to make a living for some
families.
Oh, she murmured, appalled and horrified that such a thing could happen. In an instant,
she had a flash of another memory, another man, a military man, smiling down at her as he
unzipped his pants.
Cortez. The name echoed in her mind.
She shook the images and the name off as her imagination. She had such a tangle of
memories, she was beginning to doubt what was true and what wasnt. Maybe Summer was
right, that she should remember on her own. But, she started this conversation, she should at
least see it to the conclusion.
Hes not a paedophile. She said.
No, Ill grant you that; he had some morals, though not many. Justin said with a
disgusted twist to his mouth. Of a sort. Anyway, the woman persisted, told him, allegedly,
that he must take her children home to America, as they were citizens.
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Why couldnt she do it?
His expression turned grim. Because she was a wanted woman.
Winter gaped at him. Wow. By whom? What did she do?
He brushed her question off with a wave of his hand. Ill get to that. James, in a more
compassionate mood, offered to take her and the kids to the American Embassy, but that was
all he could do. The woman, ah, what was her name? Joanna? Jane? J J Jennifer!
Jennifer Porter. She said he couldnt, then showed him why. James, seeing an opportunity,
handed over cash, did as she asked and brought them back to America
Wait, wait a minute. She tugged on his shirtsleeve and he stopped, but didnt look at her.
Back up to the part where she showed him why, then move on to the handed over cash
bit.
His shoulders slumped and he hesitantly turned to her, sadness and despair in his eyes. But
he looked her dead in the eye and said: Those two children were you and Summer. She
couldnt cope with your abilities and sold you to him.
Winter took a step backwards in shock. He did not! She shook her head in denial.
Thats a lie! Tears of disbelief sprang into her eyes. He didnt, he wouldnt; he was her
father! He wouldnt buy children!
And this is why we wanted you to remember on your own. He said, and lightly gripped
her arms.
That stopped her impending defensive tirade. She looked away from him to the
surrounding bush. Her whole world tumbled down around her, again, and yet she could hear
the birds, the whisper of the breeze through the trees; it was surreal. But then
A feeling of certainty came over her. I knew. She murmured.
Yes.
She felt her legs wobble as the strength drained out of her. Justin steadied her. She held her
trembling fingers to her mouth. If Im not Winter Pocklington, then who am I? She lifted
her gaze to his; pleaded with her eyes for him to tell her, and felt a spike of dread as
amusement came into his expression.
You are Winter Sun McCafferty.
She squinted at him. Winter Sun McCafferty?
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He nodded and tried to keep a solemn expression; his eyes betrayed him.
And Summer? She asked warily.
Summer Moon.
Winter shook her head in disbelief. Now, I know youre lying. It doesnt ring any bells
and no responsible parent would do that to their children. She huffed and began walking
again.
Uh, actually, there are all sorts of odd names. He came up beside her.
Like?
Oh, um Moonunit and Dweezil Zappa.
No way, she thought grimly, he was pulling her leg and she looked at him. He had a frown
of concentration.
Ah, there were Rainbows, Rivers, Leafs, Sunbeams, Chastitys; theres Apple and
Why would a parent name a child after a fruit?
Justin shrugged. Beats me, but your name is your name. Parents these days, especially
celebrity parents are all for names that have a special meaning.
Apple. Huh. Kid wont stand a chance in school. She grumbled, and then sighed. Carry
on with your story.
Are you sure?
Yeah. I might as well hear all of it.
Like bad medicine, huh?
She rolled her hand for him to continue.
Okay. Where was I?
She sold me and Summer to him. She said felt that jab of betrayal and hurt again.
Yeah Were speculating that he smuggled you into the country somehow; that part is
still under investigation. It wasnt long before business for him was booming. No one could
work out why this failed businessman had suddenly a Midas touch. His business grew, his
influence grew, he was a power base all on his own, with the ears of presidents, kings and
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captains of industry. All wanted to know how he did it, but he never told until an inside man
let the cat out of the bag.
And? She asked when he fell into silence.
And after some intensive background checking by certain elements in the
government, it was decided that whether you were real or not, someone had to go into the Fort
and try and get information as to his plans.
Why?
Because Sir James was one or two contracts away from owning our defensive and
offensive capabilities. He said grimly.
And thats bad?
He snorted. Very, very bad. He could hold the American government to ransom.
She quickly thought about it and suddenly felt chilled at the thought of one man owning so
much power. Jesus. She murmured. And so you invaded my home with the intent of
what? Industrial espionage?
Rescue, actually. We were primarily sent in to rescue you and Summer. Only, it didnt
work out that way. Summer knew we were coming, and you, you were the main disabler.
Me?
Summer tracked the troops, told you were they were at any given point. You waited for
them and He waved his hand, did what you do to disarm them. Then shot them, us, with
our own weapons.
Winter gasped with horror and clutched at his arm. I didnt kill anyone, did I?
No, Winter, you didnt kill anyone; they were tranquiliser guns. Given what General
Cosgrove knew of your talents, he felt the only way to rescue you, especially if you didnt
want to be rescued, was to neutralise that talent. To do that, you had to be unconscious. You
turned the tables on us.
Winter didnt reply; she was searching for the illusive memories, but none came. All she
had was his word it was true. How much did she believe when she could neither confirm, nor
deny, any of it? How much did she trust him not to lie to her?
So. Now you know. He said.
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Maybe. She replied and he raised his eyebrows. Winter shrugged. It all sounds so
so far-fetched, I guess.
As far-fetched as your talent is?
Yeah. Then she had a thought. If what you say is true, and I have no information that
tells me otherwise, how did Summer and I get like this?
He grinned.
What?
Well, its not as if you were zapped by Gamma waves, or were bitten by a radio active
spider.
I dont follow you. She said.
The Hulk, Bruce Banner, and Spiderman, Peter Parker.
There are others like Summer and me? And you didnt tell me? She hit him hard on the
bicep and he winced.
No, Winter, no! Theyre hell, that hurt. Theyre comic book characters! Like the X-
Men, or Superman, Wonder Woman or the Green Lantern!
Winter glared at him. She had no idea who he was talking about. Who are they?
Oh, man. Did you not watch any television? At all?
Rots the brain. She muttered angrily.
He rolled his eyes. Of course. Then he heaved in a breath. We are gonna have to
educate you on entertainment other than news and current affairs.
Dont change the subject. She said with ill-temper. How did Summer and I get like this
and no fairy tales.
I dont know.
She glared at him. I really dont know. I dont think General Cosgrove knows either.
Well, not exactly.
What does that mean?
He huffed out a breath. Well, we Trio and I got this history lesson on genetic
experiments during the Second World War and
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and? She prompted, but had an awful idea she knew the answer. She glanced at
Justin. He wore a pained, uncomfortable expression.
It looks like you and Summer are descendents of those experiments. He confessed.
Winter halted. The children of Nazi experiments. Freaks. Mutants.
The word echoed inside her, repeated by different voices. Some she recognised: hers,
Summers, her fathers. Other voices she didnt.
Winter? Justin touched her shoulder and she turned her gaze to him. We dont have
absolute proof, you know, just speculation.
I can see it in your eyes, Justin. You believe it, without absolute proof, because because
your General Cosgrove said it was true.
He lowered his brow to touch hers. I dont care what he said. I dont care about what you
can do. A measure of a person is whats inside.
She stepped back from him, unwilling to accept his words yet.
Winter continued walking, broke through more bushes. The sight beyond made her sag.
More bloody bush. Terrific.
At least its down hill, Justin said from beside her.
Not helping. She replied, but had to admit the view was spectacular with rolling, forested
hills marching off into the blue-hazed distance. How far have we got to go? She asked and
began walking down yet another slope. In fact, where the hell are we?
About seventy, eighty miles from our intended destination. He replied as if it was going
to be a walk in the park.
Like I said: not helping.
She didnt miss his brief smirk.
Theyll find it hard to track us, Winter, thats got to be good news. But she heard the
doubt in his tone.
Dogs, helicopters, horses, all could have a shot at us, Justin, so dont try and boost me
with false news.
Okay, then. Were toast. There doesnt appear to be any civilisation around here, were
out in the forest and the suns going down. We dont have any cold weather gear, so its going
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to be bitter night. Theres no water that I can see and its too late in the season for things like
berries. There are, as you discovered, predatory animals in the forest: bears, mountain cats
maybe.
I feel so much better, now that I know the odds are stacked against us; thank you so much,
soldier boy. She marched off ahead of him well and truly pissed off. It wasnt her fault they
were out here in the wilderness. It wasnt her fault he didnt believe her when shed raised her
suspicions about the other cars, it wasnt She saw a flash of colour further down the hill and
came to a complete stop.
Justin bumped into her and she took a couple of steps forward; rested her hand against the
rough texture of a tree.
Whats up? He asked softly.
Something down there. She replied, equally quiet.
Where?
To the right, near that stand of dark green bushes.
Which ones?
The ones with the white fluffy stuff. He pressed her shoulders down and she crouched.
What did you see? He whispered in her ear and she suppressed a shiver.
A flash of red. Just a brief flash, but it moved to the right, over there. She began to lift
her hand, but he stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Okay. Im going to check it out. You stay here. If you see anyone, hide.
kay. She murmured and crouched lower, felt the loss of heat against her back as he
shifted sideways.
Winter glanced at him. He was sitting down and taking off his boots.
What? He shook his head and lifted a forefinger to his mouth. She held her tongue and
watched as he snuck off into the scrub. She really hoped he wouldnt be gone long.
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Justin kept his eyes on his footing and the area where Winter had seen movement. He
didnt doubt her; here in the forest, red could be a Cardinal, a woodpecker, any number of
red-coloured bird. Or it could be a hunter, someone on their trail, or someone hunting out of
season. No matter than Winter had never left the Fort as an adult and didnt know what lurked
in the forests, he had to find out what shed seen.
He carefully and slowly moved to the right, watched where his feet pressed into the loamy
ground. One false step and he could break a twig, rustle dead leaves, trip over a root, or vine.
So far, he saw nothing to warrant alarm, but he kept his movements slow and steady,
sometimes going still. He cocked his head, but heard nothing. That in itself was wrong. There
were always birds and small furry creatures going about their daily business. For them to fall
silent meant there was something out here that would do them harm.
But this was what hed been trained for: the stealthy stalking of the enemy and he knew he
was very, very good at it.
His eyes never stopped moving as they studied the area. Rough barked trees with foliage
spread out high above him, saplings, spindly and flexible searching for the sun. Bushes, low,
stunted, with glossy green leaves; fallen branches new and old, horizontal tree trunks, dark
with damp and blooms of orange fungus that clung to the side and painted in splotches by
pale green moss; white, black or tan mushrooms sprouted up from the dark, loamy ground.
He slowly dragged in the scents of the forest, searching for the alien. People often betrayed
themselves by the perfume of their soap, the bitter whiff of old cigarette smoke, the sharp bite
of mint gum or the slick scent of gun oil.
Justin eased into a crouch and concentrated, held himself as still as the tree beside him. His
heartbeat slowed, his muscles relaxed. Every breath he drew in analysed for the different, the
unusual, the out-of-place. But he could detect nothing.
It didnt mean there was no-one out here, of course, just that they were as skilled as he.
Justin rose and moved cautiously to where Winter had said shed seen something.
He found no trace of human movement as he searched. Justin lifted his head. Sunset was
coming and he had no more time.
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The sun was down as he made his way to her side. She was curled up against the tree
trunk, shivering.
Justin touched her calf and she flinched. Its me. He said in a low voice and suddenly he
had an armful of trembling woman.
I thought youd left me. She murmured against his throat. You took so long.
And you were going to what? Wait here until they found you? He ran his hands up and
down her back.
He felt her smile. No, I was going to have a pity party for a while, then curse out all men
for the insensitive bastards they are, and then move on. She lifted her head, clutched at his
ears and dragged him down for a soul-wrenchingly deep kiss. Then, when his ears were
ringing and his blood was pounding, she released him and smacked his chest. Dont do that
again!
No, maam, he grinned and grabbed her, kissed her just as deeply. She let him, ran her
hands through his hair, then tugged him back.
Im not making love with you.
It sure feels like it. He said with a smirk.
You dont deserve it. But she dragged his head down again and used her tongue and her
teeth against him.
On a groan, he reached out with one hand and leaned it on the tree trunk. Damn but she
fired his rockets, he thought as he used his other hand to pull her butt towards him, pressed his
arousal against her lower belly.
Her reply was to nibble at his lower lip while her hands got busy with his jeans. She was
blessedly gentle with the zip, her anger and fright having turned to something he could deal
with.
His eyes almost crossed when her cool hand enveloped him, felt along his length and
lightly squeezed. Her mouth returned to his and drew his tongue in. His hips gently thrust into
her hand, and then she released him, shoved his jeans and briefs down. His ears buzzed, his
blood thundered and he dipped his head, tried to keep contact with her lush mouth as she
ducked down.
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Then he realised shed pushed her own clothes down, had parted her shirt for his access.
The sigh was heart felt as he once again pulled her hips to him and felt the warmth of her
skin. His head lowered as she lifted a leg to wrap around his hips and he drew in a beaded
nipple, sucked hard on it then used his tongue to soothe.
Come into me. She whispered and he eased into her with a short thrust. The tightness,
the wetness, the heat of her almost drove him mad. He lifted her to him, eased her back
against the tree trunk. She wrapped her legs around him, crossed them over his lower back
and he began to move in earnest; easing out then thrusting hard.
His mouth took hers hard and deep as he kept up the rhythm. He could feel it building in
his loins, fast, hot and furious and he pumped harder, then he exploded into her and lights
flashed before his eyes like fireworks as she squeezed every last drop from him.
Justins breathed heaved in and out of his lungs and he sank to his knees, still holding
Winter. Her own breath was gusting out against his throat and she felt as limp as a noodle.
Her arms hung over his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around him.
Damn woman He panted. If that wasnt making love what the hell
was it?
Sex. She said simply and he had to laugh.
What? She lifted her head, but he could see nothing of her in the dark. It was sex. Ive
decided that until we actually find a bed to do this in, it aint makin lurve, mister.
He slid his hands under her shirt and up her back, eased her into a hug. Okay, thats fair.
We can have as much sex as we like, but therell be no making love until we get to a bed. You
drive a hard bargain, lady, but being the honourable man I am, I must abide by your
demands.
Her arms held him just as tight. Just so you remember. She said urgently and he
wondered if there was another message beneath her words.
She shivered against him and he felt the cold touch of the night air. They couldnt stay here
and he eased back from her, from the warmth of her body. We need to get going. He said
with real regret and she sighed with acknowledgment.
In the dark, they righted their clothes. He hadnt noticed before, but Winter had taken her
boots off at some stage.
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Why are you barefoot? He asked and fumbled around for his own footwear.
You took yours off to go sneaking around; I figured if you werent back soon, Id go off
sneaking, too.
You were going to follow me?
Yeah, but then, I didnt know where to start looking, and I got cold. Before I could put my
boots back on, you came back and accosted me.
Did not. He protested, but smiled in the darkness.
Did, too! But he heard her amusement.
Didnt. He muttered and tied his boots.
Did. She returned and he felt her stand up.
Youre so He began and reached out to her.
Am not. She replied softly and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He felt compelled to kiss the top of her head. Any more out of you and Ill have to accost
you again.
See? She said smugly. I was right.
No, you werent. I was wrong.
Okay, you win. She snorted a laugh.
Of course, now lets get going.
He helped her down the hill, keeping a tight hold on her hand.
Did you find them? She asked quietly, as if the night demanded it.
He shook his head. Nothing. But doesnt mean someone wasnt out there, only that I
didnt find anything. He replied, just as softly.
So youre not sure.
No, maam, I am not. But it was more prudent for me to return than to go chasing off into
the bush.
She squeezed his hand. Im glad you came back.
So am I.
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Together, they stumbled on through the woods.
Stealth was useless since he couldnt see where, exactly he was putting his feet, but he kept
them heading north by using what stars he could see above the canopy.
The air grew colder as the night wore on and still he kept them moving. To stop meant to
allow the cold air to chill the skin, and he couldnt afford them to get hypothermia. There was
a risk anyway, but Winter kept up with him.
What I wouldnt give for a nice warm fire. She grumbled and tugged on his hand as she
tripped again. And some night vision goggles, or a flashlight, or better yet, daylight.
Were a ways of sunrise, yet, honey, but youre doing fine.
Are you sure were not going in circles? I could swear Ive tripped over that root before.
He chuckled, and then stumbled himself. While I think thats the same root, too, Im
equally sure were still moving in the right direction.
What direction is that? Right around in a circle?
No, but thank you for that vote of confidence for my skills as a tracker.
Sorry. Im just tired, grumpy and my damn toe hurts.
She did sound tired; they both were, but they had to keep going. They had technology
against them. Their hunters had state of the art equipment, rest periods, shelter, food and
water. They had only the clothes on their back and the money in his pocket.
Well have to go a little further, sweetheart, until we at least can see more than this
darkness.
How long? She asked.
How long is a piece of string?
A banana this colour. She replied with a sigh.
Youve heard the joke before.
Hmm. She agreed and they fell into silence once more as they concentrated on moving
through the forest.
They made so much noise, Justin figured, no self-respecting predator would come near
them. He didnt think he had the strength to wrestle with a bear bent on hunting. He doubted
Winter had the strength to run, either.
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He had to find some shelter, but all around him tall trees rose, short bushes hugged the
ground and rotting logs lay strewn on the forest floor with who knew what kind of crawlies
inside. And while hed slept in logs before, hed been able to check them out first, remove the
inhabitants and move in himself. He didnt think Winter would blithely secrete herself inside
a manky log when she didnt know what might be in there with her.
No, they had to go on, and so they did through the long, dark night, with Justin guiding
them north, until he noticed a difference in the light.
Dawns coming. He murmured and she nodded as if too tired to speak.
It wont be long now. He promised, though what he was promising, he didnt know.
As the dark brightened into day, he could see more forest around them. It seemed to go on
without end, but he finally heard what hed been inadvertently listening for: the sound of
water.
Winter didnt hear it, though, she plodded beside him, head down, one foot after another,
as if in a fugue state.
Justin guided her forward, towards the sounds of a creek.
In the gloom, he saw it trickling over rocks and walked her forward. Here. Water,
Winter.
Huh?
He urged her to sit on the mossy bank. Water and soon, the sun will rise and warm the
day.
How very poetic of you. She murmured without heat.
I meant that we could get some sleep. He kneeled down and scooped water up with his
hand. It tasted of leaf, but he gulped it down, scooped more and drank that, too. When he
turned to her, Winter was curled up, asleep.
He wondered if it were prudent. Then he calculated the odds of their pursuers silently
catching up with them, and got down behind her. He wrapped her in his warm arms and
gathered her to him. She sighed and snuggled into his body. Then he dropped into a light
sleep; hed awaken at the first hint of trouble.
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Winter dreamed, and as exhausted as she was, she could not stop herself. She and Summer
were in the library. Summer handed her some information and she read it all, appalled at what
the man shed thought of as her father had in mind for her, for them. Breeders for Gods
Sake! With men carefully selected by her... father.
Then the dream shifted and she leaned against the cell bars, talked to Justin, Sandy. His
handle was Sandy. Shed heard Summer call him that. Why didnt she use that name?
Because it didnt seem to fit?
He was trying to charm her into letting them go and she kept refusing. Hed been
sympathetic, wanted to help her and Summer, continued to try the charm her until she
eventually lost her temper.
I dont need your help, Lieutenant, nor do I want it. She lifted her hand and touched the
lock, melted metal over the front and back of it. You wont be getting out of here until I say
so or until hell freezes over. She said over the scent of hot metal.
Sandy reared back in shock and fear. Fuck me! What kind of a freak are you? He yelped.
The dream changed. She was leaning against the bars again, Sandy watching her with
narrow-eyed intensity. Theyre gonna lock you away and toss the key into the deepest pit
they can find. He said.
Winter shrugged. They have to catch me first. She said with feigned nonchalance. Why
she felt compelled to come down here and be abused by him, she didnt know, but here she
was, putting up with it again.
Oh, they will. He said with absolute assurance, his eyes as cold as ice. Theres no hole
deep enough, no place far enough were they cant reach you.
Uh huh. She said and then he was right at the bars, unafraid and terse.
Let me out, Winter, or by God
What? She asked and straightened. Or what, Lieutenant?
Or when I do get out here, Ill hunt you down personally. He said softly with deadly
intent. And Ill find you. You wont know where, you wont know when.
A chill went down her spine. Lieutenant Beech was one dangerous man and she didnt
doubt his words for a moment. Instead, she walked away to the sound of his laughter.
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She was leaning against the bars yet again, but this time, her whole body ached with pain,
especially her lower back. She used the bars as a support because her legs were still unsteady.
What happened? He asked and she lifted a shoulder.
He repeated the question and she sighed. Summer and I got into it a little.
A little? You look like youve gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson!
Who? She asked and he gaped at her.
Former world champion boxer? He said and she shook her head. In talking with Sandy,
shed come to realise how much life shed missed out on cooped up in this blasted Fort. And
while shed read everything she could on survival techniques, and practiced some of it, she
wasnt at all confident she would survive out there. The more she talked with him, the more
she realised that she couldnt, that James had her well and truly cornered, dependent on him
for everything. Depression dropped her shoulders.
Unless something happened, shed always be dependent on James or someone else until
she learned to take care of herself and Summer.
Winter? Are you okay?
The gentleness in his tone had her throat tightening up. Yeah, sure. She said huskily.
You dont look it, nor do you sound it. Did you lose?
No, but neither of us won. A guard came in and zapped me. She rubbed her lower back.
Bastard. Paralysed me for half a day.
Sandys eyes went deadly.
She was leaning against the bars of the cell, but this time her hands gripped the bars and
held them apart while Sandy held her face and kissed her long and deep. His hands slowly
moved down her body, to her shirt, undid the buttons and reached inside to cup her breasts.
He leaned down and suckled her through the silk of her bra and her legs trembled. Her heart
pounded and she felt the zing of arousal zip through her blood. His hands moved lower, to her
jeans, then dived inside, shifted around to her butt and pulled her against the bars. She felt the
jab of his erection against her.
What do you want to do about this? He asked against her mouth.
Use and abuse it. She said and parted the cell bars, stepped inside and closed them again,
as if they were a door.
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Sandys eyes widened a little, but then he grinned and took her into his arms.
She was back in the library. Im going to kill him, Mer. She said with absolute certainty.
Summer looked at her with out expression. Then she nodded. And I will help you.
Winter felt the relief go through her. She wouldnt be able to do it without Summer.
Well wait until he comes back. Ill freeze him up, and you can turn him into something
unnatural. Summer said with a small smile.
She bolted upright at the shocking chill that went through her as she remembered what
shed said; and Summers response.
Shed done it. She had killed him after all, for all Sandys Justins protests to the
contrary.
Winter looked around at where they were, only to find herself alone in a warm pool of
sunlight. The sun didnt help the chill and she wrapped her arms around her knees.
Justin? She whispered, then cleared her throat and called again. There was no answer.
Hell be back she thought, then eyed the creek. She crawled to it and drank.
Blech. She said, but she drank some more until she had her fill. Then she returned to the
warm spot and lay back, her arms under her head and stared up at the sky.
She closed her eyes and dozed, studied her new memories. Shed spent a lot of time with
Justin, a lot of close up and personal time, as if she couldnt stay away from him, even though
hed been a total bastard to her. She figured he had the right of it, knowing what she knew
now. Theyd had no right to incarcerate them and eventually, shed released him, but she
didnt have that memory, yet.
Winter didnt know what came after the library and her swearing to kill James. She knew
that what Justin told her yesterday was true: James bought them, and then brought them to
America to use them as he would. Or, to use Summer. Her, he didnt think anything of, but
while he had Winter, Summer would comply with his every wish. What she couldnt work out
was how shed killed him. She understood shed never done anything to a living thing.
Inanimate objects, yes, but living, breathing beings? It didnt feel right that she caused his
heart attack.
On a sigh, she put the question away. She still felt tired and nearly asleep when a shadow
fell across her face. She opened her eyes to find Justin staring down at her with a tender
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expression. Hed used that look before, she knew, but this time she steeled herself against the
melting sensation and sat up.
Hey, there. She said.
Hey, yourself. He replied and sat next to her. Have a good sleep?
Not really. She said and told him most of it, but especially about her threat against
James. I cant work out how I did it. She said. I only know that hes dead and I was the last
person to see him alive.
Yeah, he nodded and offered her some wild raspberries. She tossed them into her mouth,
chewed the sweetness and swallowed.
I can see where youd think youd killed him, and as I said before, you sort of did.
Youve yet to explain that.
He got to his feet. Come on, Ill tell you on the way. She took his offered hand and he
pulled her up.
Hand in hand, they walked through the sun-dappled forest. It was lovely, she thought, but
only in small doses and shed had more than enough of it.
Do you remember anything about the shooting? He asked.
No. The last thing I remember is standing on the stone steps, Summer telling me that you
and Duncan and the men were there hiding out. After that zip. Its a blank.
Hmm okay. After that it was a reunion, every one happy to be together and on our
way out. Only, it didnt work out that way. James, whod said he wouldnt be back for days,
stepped out of the cloak room and He paused, but she knew what he was going to say
before he said it. Shot you.
He looked down at her to check her reaction. Figured as much. She said and he raised his
eyebrows. Hed spent a life time hating me. I was the one in his way of total control over
Summer. Hed have to get rid of me before Summer could do anything about it. So, I thought
on it and came up with he was the one who gunned me down.
Yeah. Thats about right. Anyway, more shots, but hes wearing Kevlar, so our tranqs
dont work. Summer gets him talking, Im trying to stop the bleeding, James is threatening
Duncan and she all but goes ballistic. I said to her that you werent dead and her face went
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absolutely blank. Then theres more conversation and James suddenly falls down. Summer
stroked him out.
She caused the stroke?
Oh, yeah. She was going to let him live in his own type of prison, unable to move, unable
to speak, but he could hear and see everything that was going on around him.
Wicked. She murmured.
Very. We spent a few months worrying about whether youd come out of the coma. When
you did
I had no memory of what James had done or had been doing to us.
Yeah. Summer, Duncan and I figured if you were so determined to go and see that
bastard, we couldnt stop you. We realised you knew nothing of your talents and thought it
would be a nice twist of the knife for him to see that hed failed totally with you two.
And instead, I walk in, larger than life, when he knew absolutely hed killed me.
Justin nodded beside her. We think he thought youd come to exact your revenge, like
youd been threatening to do all those years, that youd change him into something.
What a bummer for him. She said and remembered the look of terror in his eyes. And
now? She asked, deciding to think on what shed done later.
And now, what?
Whats our plan? We have to have a plan, dont we?
He turned and lifted her over a fallen tree trunk and then leapt over. Well, we go back,
invade the Fort, detain Chambers, find Summer and Duncan, and then live happily ever after.
Simple. She said, sarcasm dripping.
Yep, simple. Once I have a few assets put into place, of course.
Of course. She agreed and stared around at the evergreen forest. Once were out of
here.
It shouldnt be too long. He replied.
Funny, she frowned, I could have sworn you said the same thing yesterday.
Did I? He grinned, then relented. This time I mean it.
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He pushed through more bushes and she could see a space up ahead. Whats that? She
asked as he forged his way through the undergrowth.
That, my dear Winter, is a trucking road.
With trucks? She asked and followed him.
I hope so; I am done with this walking gig.
He scrambled up the sharp incline, turned and helped her onto the damp, tan-coloured
road.
She looked in one direction, and he in the other, but there was nothing. The road was
empty, but she couldnt expect rescue this soon, could she?
No trucks. She said.
Not yet, he grinned. Time for me to show that old British Army trick. Come on.
How do you know which direction to take? She asked and he stared at her with
disappointment. Well?.
Moss, sweet Winter, the moss.
Ah.
He walked two steps beside her, then jogged two, glanced over his shoulder, expecting her
to follow his lead. Since she had nothing better to do and food at the end of the journey, she
obliged.
So, what do you think? He asked after about an hour.
It beats walking and it sure as hell is better than running. She said, surprised she wasnt
out of breath yet. Maybe there was something to this walk-jog thing, and she kept going.
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There was, disappointingly, no sign of any trucks, large or small. He called a halt and
climbed down off the road to sit on a convenient log. I dont get it? I thought this state was
big on logging. We should have seen at least one truck going either way.
Winter was massaging her legs and he wondered if there was something wrong or if it was
purely out of habit. Shed spent a long time lying down in the hospital and he knew it would
take time to get rid of the atrophy, to build up the muscles again. Hadnt he seen her
struggling in the therapy room?
It seemed like such a long time ago, and yet it wasnt.
Maybe theyve blocked off the area. She suggested.
Its an awfully large reserve, Winter. He said, but thought about it anyway.
Yes, but they have awfully deep pockets, too.
Agreed. He sighed. In that case, maybe its not such a good idea to be travelling by
road.
And maybe were making better time than we would in the forest. She argued.
True. Well just have to listen out for any mechanical devices; cars, trucks or helicopters.
She shook her head and sighed. I want creature comforts, Justin, and I want them soon.
But not at the expense of our freedom.
Then if we hear anything, were back into the forest.
Agreed. She said and slowly stood. More walk-jogging?
Yep. You still up for it, or do you want to just walk.
Ill cope, Lieutenant, lets go.
He forestalled her with a hand on her arm. Are you sure?
I had a few memories surface. She said without answering his question and clambered
up onto the road.
Good ones? He asked hopefully. If she remembered that she loved him, shed remember
that he loved her, too.
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She started walking, but she gave him a nod. And bad. Theyre a little mixed up. Im
trying to sort them out.
It was something, he thought and began to pace her.
By mid-afternoon, a light rain had begun to fall and he cursed their luck. The last thing
they needed was to be wet and cold. But there was nothing he could do about it; nothing at all
and they continued to walk-jog through the rain.
At least activity would keep them warm, for a while. This type of exercise, while it
conserved energy, eventually sapped that energy like any other exercise.
Times like this, I almost wish someone would come along and pick us up. She said.
Times like this, Id let them, but we cant. We have to keep going.
Until?
Yeah, Justin, until?
We hit civilisation. I dont think were that far away. This road has been maintained. He
said and kept his focus on the darkening road. We did something similar during training. He
said to keep her distracted from the miserable conditions. Our squad got dumped in the
middle of nowhere, blindfolded, our hands tied, with only a bush knife between the six of us.
Deliberately?
Sure. It was survival training, after all. Our job was to get loose and get back to the base
any way we could within two days. He shuddered as he remembered how damn hard that
had been. Theyd had no idea where they were, nor the direction they should be going in.
Still, it had been fun. Not at the time, but later, back at base, after theyd been fed, watered
and hosed down.
And of course you made it with minutes to spare. She huffed.
Nope. Got back an hour and twenty minutes late. Damn, but we were an ugly bunch by
the time we returned.
So, what happened?
Well, because wed returned after the forty-eight hours but before the fifty-four hours
theyd planned on, we got to do the whole thing over again.
Winter laughed. Bugger.
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Oh, yeah. Still, the second time around, we knew what to expect and made it back, he
glanced at her with humour in his eyes, with minutes to spare. Boy, did we celebrate after
that! Got absolutely trashed.
By the sounds of it, you all deserved to.
Damn straight. Hell of a hangover, though. He grinned, and then slowed as he saw
tarmac at the end of the dirt road. The rain, however, took an opportunity to strengthen.
Well get off the road, head that way. He pointed to the left.
Well be out of the rain, but still headed in the right direction?
Yeah. He smiled at her fortitude and intelligence. It was tougher terrain and they both
slid down into the gulley and into the dripping forest.
At least the rain wasnt any heavier under the canopy.
Justin bulled his way through the undergrowth with Winter following close on his heels. If
they didnt find a town soon, it would be another uncomfortable night and they ran a real risk
of hypothermia with no way to dry their clothes.
He was beginning to feel the effects of the cool breeze as it went straight through his
drenched clothes. He glanced back. Winter was hugging her arms around her body and
shivering.
Instead of continuing on his own, he stopped and wrapped her in his arms, trying to
transfer body heat. She curled into him, trying to get warm and he could feel a little of the
heat between them. His arms were freezing.
Wrapped in each other, they made slower progress. The rain didnt stop and the breeze
strengthened.
After this, being captured might actually be a relief, but only for a while; after that, well
Neither of them could afford to give up. He was expendable, but hed always known that,
even as a Special Operations soldier. It was his duty and his honour to give his life for his
country. Now, hed do the same with this woman. He could not allow her to fall into
Chambers hands. There was no telling what he would do to her and for how long.
No, hed get her out of this or damn well die trying.
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He kept studying the terrain, searching for some kind of shelter. Eventually, his search paid
off and they both tucked themselves into an empty tree trunk, after hed checked for snakes
and spiders and other nasties.
Winter snuggled into him. So cold. She mumbled.
Ill warm you, sweetheart. You just rest for a while, just until this damned rain stops. But
it looked like the rain would pour for days. He rested his head against hers, wrapped her
tighter in his arms and waited.
* * *
Winter fell into a light doze. She couldnt call it sleep, because she kept shuddering with
cold. Justins body heat helped, but there was too much of a draft, and she wore damp clothes.
He had to be suffering as much as she, yet he strove to make her more comfortable. She had
the wind at her back and it was biting through her clothes with icy precision.
Her eyes opened and she sat up.
Honey, your freezing. Let me warm you up some.
Hang on a minute, Justin. The draft is too damn cold.
He gave her a tired grin. Not much I can do about that, Im afraid.
No, but I might be able to.
He titled his head, but she turned away and stared out at the forest. What she needed was
some dead wood.
She closed her eyes and concentrated hard. If shed done this once, she could do it again.
Winter heard a cracking sound, of wood breaking, or, she hoped, bark being stripped off a
tree.
Hol-lee shit. Justin murmured and she cracked her eyes a little. There was an enormous
sheet of bark coming towards them. It frightened her, but she held her nerve until shed leaned
it close against the hole in the tree.
In a few minutes it was warmer. Dark, but much warmer.
How do you do that? He asked with wonder.
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She returned to his arms and he obligingly circled her with them. You said it was
something to do with rearranging molecules. I think its simply a case of focusing hard on
what I want, what I need, and there it is.
Can you conjure up a barbeque? Id kill for some ribs. He said. And sauce. Lots of
barbeque sauce. With corn on the cob. Oh and some baked potatoes, with lashings of sour
cream.
Stop, youre making me hungry.
You mean you cant?
No.
You just havent tried, have you? He accused, but held her closer.
Give it up, Justin. That would take too much concentration.
He rubbed her back. I wonder how far your talent goes.
I dont know, distance was always Summers area.
It might be worth finding out, dont you think?
Mmmm. She said sleepily. She was much warmer. Not much drier, but she couldnt have
everything.
Can you control things? He persisted and she opened her eyes. Sleep, obviously wasnt
on the agenda.
Control? I dont know. What sort of control are you asking about?
Like a remote control car, for example.
She sat up and stared at him in the gloom. Youre thinking of stealing another car. And
youre wondering whether I could drive it to us.
He nodded.
I hate to burst your bubble, but I dont know how to drive, remember?
Oh. Right. Well, could you get us a mobile phone?
Its not that simple. She pressed her face back against his chest. I have to know where
something is; I need a clear picture of it in my head.
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But, honey, he said with satisfaction. You know where the mobile phone is; you know
what it looks like, you were playing with it for hours.
Slowly, she lifted her head. She hadnt considered that. If theyve moved it She
warned.
Just give it a shot, okay?
She sat up, rolled her shoulders to loosen them up and bent her neck from side-to-side,
dragged in a loamy smelling breath and eased it out again.
Then she closed her eyes and concentrated on the phone, where it was plugged into the
dashboard, its silver front and sky blue back, the screen, the sound it made when shed been
fooling with the tones. She could see it clearly as if she were staring right at it, but she felt no
weight in her hand. Winter shifted her idea and put it into the console panel, lying on top of
the gun; no good. She imagined it in the glove compartment, where it was dark. She imagined
opening the compartment, taking it out. Still no phone and she opened her eyes in
disappointment.
I cant do it. She said.
Sure you can. He disagreed. Its either not where you think it is, or the distance is too
far which means weve travelled further than I thought.
She nodded.
What about a candy bar? He asked.
Where were they?
In one of the shopping bags. He said and she looked at him. Need to be more specific,
huh?
Yes.
Um can you you know remove someones clothes?
It was such a strange question, she gave it some consideration. I dont know, Ive never
been asked that before. Why?
Just thinking how those assholes out there would like it if you stripped them bare. He
said and she laughed.
Ill bear it in mind, should we get close enough for me to try.
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Are you feeling warmer? He asked and to her surprise, she was.
Yeah, I am. Its gone all cosy in here.
Dont even think of it. I need to conserve my energy. He rumbled.
I wasnt that was the last boy, its true men think about sex all the time. She huffed.
Well, yeah. What else is there to think about?
She tilted her head. Okay, youve got me there. But I was thinking this is a nice, warm
and dry place to spend an evening.
That it is, but we have to keep going, keep ahead of them. Look for someplace that has
hot food and a hotter shower, with, I might add, a big comfortable bed.
In the gloom, she saw his wicked grin and gave a chuckle. Sounds good to me.
Besides, he said and shifted the giant piece of bark aside. If we need to do this again,
youre right here to oblige.
The rain had petered out to a light drizzle and he had her climb out first, before following.
He leaned back, his fists in his lower back and stretched. He shook out his arms and rolled his
shoulders. Then he took her hand.
Come on, witch, lets move.
* * *
Hed called her a witch, Winter thought, and it was a term of affection from him. A witch.
Her. Well, dont that beat all? His words gave her a warm glow in the region of her heart.
And she supposed what she did, what she was trying to recall doing, was a kind of
witchcraft, though shed never thought so.
Justin dragged her along the edge of the forest, but kept the road in sight. She was glad he
was with her; glad when shed decided to run, hed been with her.
In damp clothes, they made their way through the forest. Justin called a halt and crouched.
There. He pointed through the undergrowth and she saw a large tin building.
What is it?
Timber mill. He said and turned to her. Stay here while I scout out some transport for
us. He said and kissed her quickly.
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He disappeared to the left, as if to circle the complex. Winter hunkered down to wait. If it
was anything like the last time, hed be a while.
She had nothing to do but watch and listen for any traffic. From what she could see of the
mill, it had fallen on hard times. She didnt think Justin would find anything useful. She, on
the other hand, could do as hed demanded some days ago and practice her craft.
Her mouth tilted upwards at the thought, and she closed her eyes, concentrated on the
road map the gentleman at the first hotel had given Justin.
If she could get a hold of it, theyd have a better chance of knowing where the hell they
were, despite Justins insistence he knew.
Winter focused on the map, bowed her head and thought of how it looked, almost new,
with faint creases and pastel colours. She recalled Justin had put it into the side pocket of the
drivers door. Vertical or horizontal. She pictured the first, but nothing happened. She thought
of the map, neatly folded and lying horizontal in the door pocket
And felt the light weight of paper in her hands. She felt a cold thrill race down her spine as
she opened her eyes and saw the map.
Winter opened her mouth to shout for Justin, but she held her tongue. Just. Instead, she
unfolded the map and studied it. This was of the county; she turned it over and that side was
of the state.
She had no idea where they were, but Justin would. He would have kept an eye out for
landmarks. All she had to do was wait for his return.
Carefully, she refolded the map and tucked it beneath her shirt to protect it from the damp
air and drizzle.
Winter checked her surrounds, but all was quiet. A few bird calls from the sky, eagles
probably, but little else. She could hear the drip of water from the leaves to the wet earth
below, the breeze moaning through the pine trees, and shivered again.
If they were lucky, this expedition wouldnt make them sick; she doubted it though. The
tip of her nose felt cold, her face felt cold, in fact, everything was cold. She felt as if shed
never been warm and never would be again. And dry, she wanted to be dry.
Winter imagined standing before a raging, crackling fire, basking in the heat as steam rose
from her clothes. She imagined Justin beside her, grinning as they turned to dry their backs.
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Heat flared through her and her vision fogged. She blinked, lifted a hand to rub her eyes
and saw the sleeve of her shirt steaming.
She gasped out a laugh. Her finger pads were almost white and wrinkled from all the water
and she tucked them into her armpits and her warm, dry shirt.
Wow. She murmured and winced as a cold droplet of rain seeped through to her
shoulder.
It was nice to know she could dry her clothes and warm herself.
But how? How did she do this?
Winter shifted position and stared through the undergrowth. Still nothing. As a sneaker,
Justin was slow and careful, but damn, she wished hed hurry. She wanted to show him the
map, but if he was going to take ages, shed just have to practice some more.
She got to her knees and sat back on her heels. What else could she get? Or should get?
The pack. What was in the pack she could successful extract? If, of course, the bad guys
hadnt found it lying on the floor behind the drivers seat. If they had, she had no hope.
Winter concentrated hard on her clear purple toothbrush and her tube of toothpaste. Both
appeared in her hands, the toothbrush stabbed through the tube.
Pain stabbed through her forehead and a wave of tiredness washed over her. She couldnt
stop herself from swaying and falling to the side. She lay there, dizzy, the world above
swirling and shuddering, like shed had way too much to drink.
Shed focused on two things at once and the result had been messy, to the objects and
herself.
Note to self, she thought vaguely as her eyes closed: do one thing at a time.
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Chapter Fifteen
Justin scanned the area for movement, but there was none. The Mill looked deserted and
had been for some time; that was both good news and bad. Good because it meant he and
Winter didnt have to spend another night out in the forest, but the bad news was they still had
no transport.
Warmth suddenly enveloped him, as if wrapped in a pre-heated blanket. Justin stared down
at his damp jeans and marvelled as steam rose. What the? Then he grinned and looked
back at the forest.
The steam vanished, leaving him toasty warm and dry. Well, Ill be damned. He
murmured. Who knew?
He checked the building over, listened to a tin sheet bang, water drip into the large empty
bay, the pigeons coo and flutter. He scented old sawdust, rust, stagnant water, and saw the
piles of wood shavings, the bird droppings and puddles of water.
The place was empty, abandoned for some time.
Disappointed, Justin walked back to Winter in a virtual straight line; there was no one
around to stop him and it would take too long to retrace his steps.
He found her curled up, asleep with some white, slick stuff on her hands. Winter? He
called softly, then again, louder. She barely stirred.
Justin crouched down and unstuck her fingers from around the white stuff. It was cool to
the touch and smelled like toothpaste? He touched a dab to his tongue. It was toothpaste.
He looked at the mess, saw the purple stake through the heart of the tube.
Shed been practising, he thought with a smile. But he needed to get them both
undercover.
Come on, Sleeping Beauty, we need to go. He said and shook her shoulder. Winter?
She groaned, her eyelids fluttered, but she didnt wake.
A spike of fear stabbed him right through the heart. Winter?
This was deeper than an ordinary sleep. He laid his palm across her forehead, but didnt
detect any fever.
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He squirmed into position and lifted her into his arms. She didnt weigh nearly as much as
she should have and he pushed through the undergrowth and walked through mud puddles
and soft sand to the desolate mill.
The office had no windows - someone had busted them out - but they were now out of the
rain and the cold breeze. Hed already checked the two-legged, grimy red couch for rats, had
cleared them out, and he laid Winter down on the three seater. A puff of dust came up, but she
didnt move.
He squatted down next to her and rubbed her cold hand, tried to warm her. Whatever was
wrong had to have something to do with the toothpaste, though what, he couldnt imagine.
Only Winter could tell him and hed have to wait for her rouse.
Justin had to conserve his own strength, so he climbed onto the couch with Winter,
wrapped her in his arms and dozed.
He spent the next two hours between waking and true sleep, his thought drifting, but no
solution to their problems came to mind. He would prefer to find some sort of vehicle, but the
place hadnt provided one.
Justin was beginning to suspect he had no idea where they were. He was travelling in the
right direction, yes, but he could miss the township, the Fort, everything, all together. All he
could hope for was they meet up with a stranger willing to help them. He had the money, but
it was useless until he had something to spend it on.
He was beginning to feel despondent about the whole mess. Sure, hed been in the wild for
longer, but hed always had guidance from his superiors via a radio, from a map, a compass,
his men.
He wouldnt give up; that wasnt an option and if it came down to it, hed surrender both
of them if things got worse.
A deep breath eased the worry. They could stay hidden for weeks, but did they have the
time? Where was Summer? Where was Duncan? Were his men out of custody yet? He had
the feeling they were running out of time.
Winter finally stirred in his arms. She sneezed; a full blooded, explosive sneeze. There was
nothing girly, petite or feminine about it. Another sneeze erupted, followed by a cough.
Youre not coming down with something, are you? He asked with a frown.
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No, just all this dust. Winter replied and turned in his arms. Hey, you. She gave him a
welcoming smile.
Hey, you, right back. He kissed the tip of her nose. Did you have a good sleep?
Lines creased her brow. It wasnt a sleep, per se, it was I dont know how to describe it.
I was oh! She lifted her hands, but hed wiped the toothpaste off. She studied the fronts
then the backs of her hands. I could have sworn I brought the toothpaste and brush.
You did, he smiled, but they were in a sorry state. Useable, I guess, if youre
desperate.
I am. My teeth feel like theyve hit puberty and grown hair, next will be the pimples.
He couldnt help but chuckle. God this woman made him laugh. He hugged her to him and
felt something between them. What have you got there?
Oh. OH! She eased back and pulled out the map. Ta da!
My God! You did it! I am so proud of you!
Well, she ducked her head, its not a sports car, or a warm fire, or food, but its
something.
And so it is. He rolled to a sitting position and unfurled the map. Winter got up and
kneeled close beside him, resting her chin on his shoulder
He studied it closely, his index finger moving along roads, checking the markings and then
he tapped a point. Were here.
And we need to go where? She asked and his finger travelled the map again.
Uh here. He felt the heat of embarrassment brush his cheeks.
Winter cleared her throat. So were at the wrong end of the road?
Ah, yes, if you want to take the road; no, if we want to head straight to a town.
And the travel time? Wouldnt it take just as long to go bush in a straight line, as it would
to circle around via the roads to get to the town.
He reluctantly nodded. She had an amazing grasp on the situation.
So our choices are: walk the road, get to a town with facilities and maybe get caught; or
head into the bush and take our chances for another couple of nights. That about cover it?
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He kept his eyes on the map. Unless you can bring a car to us?
She shook her head. That would probably kill me.
Justin eased back to look at her face. What do you mean?
I mean that bringing the map was fine. It was light and, I could picture it clearly. And I
managed to dry off my clothes.
You dried my clothes, too, didnt you? He grinned.
I did? She brushed her hands across his chest. I imagined a big fire and you were there,
so She stared at the map. Anyway The toothpaste and toothbrush, I thought of at the
same time. Once they were in my hands, I got dizzy and passed out.
She passed out from transporting toothpaste? But you got the gun out of the car; thats
a lot heavier than toothpaste. Then theres that great sheet of bark you got.
Theres obviously something Im missing with the transportation thing. Maybe its the
distance; we dont know where the truck is. Maybe bringing two objects doesnt just double
the energy use, but increases it exponentially. It could be to do with density, moving parts,
weight, size, or maybe I did too much today. Winter shrugged.
Any and all of her explanations were feasible, but it didnt help them get out of this mess.
Okay, whats your vote? Town or country? He asked.
Her thoughts turned inward, but he could see the argument raging in those dark green eyes
of hers and by the way her face moved. Finally, she made a decision. I really, really want
this to be over with, Justin. But I dont want to get caught, either. I want my comforts, but I
dont want to end up a lab rat or worse. I guess it comes down to how far can we get with our
current assets? Her eyes pleaded with him to make the decision. There was only one choice.
In the morning, well hit the road. We cant stay out here for too much longer, not in this
weather.
She nodded with relief and eased back on the couch.
He turned to her, leaned his arm on the back of the sofa and gave her a faint smile. I dont
suppose you could conjure something up for us to eat?
She slowly shook her head. I dont think Ive got the energy. She said.
Never mind. He said. Tomorrow will do.
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* * *
The morning didnt bloom any better, with low cloud and drizzly, cold rain. But they
stretched out the kinks, cleaned up as best they could in the dusty, muddy, but still working
office bathroom and began walk-jogging back down the road.
They passed the dirt road and carried on, for hour after hour. Justin called a halt for a
break, but instead of moving off the road, they simply walked instead of jog.
How far to the nearest township? Winter asked.
He pulled out the map and studied it, looked around for landmarks and returned his
attention to the lines. At the speed were going, maybe another six hours.
It will be dark by then. She said with a faint frown.
Thats the plan. We can sneak in, look for a likely spot to spend the night, reconnoitre a
vehicle and get some tasty food.
Any food would be tasty at the moment.
Too true, too true. He agreed and they lapsed into a companionable silence.
He expected some traffic, but the road remained empty. This thoroughfare was too well
cared for to remain unused for long, so maybe the bad guys had blocked the area off.
They would be thinking he and Winter had to come out of the woods at some time,
somewhere and when the did, theyd be waiting.
He kept watch, listened intently for the sounds of vehicle, but only bird-song reached his
ears.
Four hours later, they walk-jogged around a corner and he saw the intersection. It, too, was
empty and it made him nervous. He had the map - he could guide them in from here.
Off the road. He said and took her arm.
Again? Just when I was beginning to enjoy the view.
She sounded tired, but then he was also tired. He just hadnt realised it. Tiredness led to
mistakes he couldnt afford to make.
You wanna rest up some, before we continue? He asked as they went down the slippery
slope and into the bush once more.
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No, Im dreaming of a thick steak with all the trimmings and the more I walk, the closer
Im getting to it.
And a long, hot shower. He murmured as they cut through the woods.
Bath. I want to soak in a hot, fragrant bath for a few hours.
The image of her naked in a bubble bath popped into his head. He found himself smiling.
Oh, yeah, I can picture that.
Alone, chum, so I can indulge myself for a while anyway. She grinned wickedly at
him. Followed by an hour-long massage.
I can do that for you. He offered.
As long as theres a warm bed.
Ill make sure of it. He smirked and she punched him lightly.
Two hours later, it was dark; the full dark of a moonless, rainy night and Winter had taken
to shivering again. He felt pretty shaky himself, but he also saw, through the forest, a lighter
glow.
You need to dry off, Winter. He said and the scent of damp clothes rose.
Warmth enveloped him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt Winter sway and he tucked
an arm around her waist.
Thank you. He murmured and studied the ambient light through the forest.
That had to be Bear Creek. On the map, it was small and probably in decline due to the
closure of the timber mill. He could only hope that, like other small towns, it brought in
revenue from tourists and therefore had a number of hotels or bed and breakfasts. He was
hoping for a hotel.
He broke through the woods into a well-kept, rain-sparkling park. Ahead of him were lamp
posts, their lights reflecting off the road. He saw a service station, with its interior lights on.
How do I look? He asked and she squinted at him.
I cant really tell in this light.
Ah, well, its not as if Im going to the ball. Come on. He grasped her hand and together
they walked towards the light.
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Before they got there, however, he called a halt. Ill have to check things out. Think youll
be okay here for a while?
Here was in the lea of the brick bathroom block in the childrens park. Winter nodded,
wrapped her arms around herself and leaned against the cold stone.
I wont be long. He promised and she gave him a wan smile.
Thats what you keep saying, and Im always finding myself alone for extended periods
of time.
He kissed her brow. Im going in, asking the attendant where we can stay for the night.
Thats it
She looked at him.
Okay, maybe Ill try to get some information out of him. Ill bring coffee. He said as a
lure.
A large one. No skimping.
You got it. He said and wandered away towards the service station.
It was blessedly warm inside and bright. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to
adjust, then he wandered around the store, picking up items he thought theyd need. When he
saw the coffee maker with its full carafe, he nearly wept with joy. Next to the coffee was hot
food dispenser.
Oh, Lord, thank you! He murmured.
Help you? A middle-aged voice asked suspiciously and he turned. The attendant, a
balding, slightly portly man had his hands below the counter. Probably resting on a gun.
Yeah. Justin said with a tired smile and put his purchases on the counter. He reached into
his back pocket and the attendant tensed. Justin frowned at him and slowly pulled out some of
the cash he had secreted around his body. I need two coffees, too, large and four Hoagies.
He laid some of the cash onto the counter and stepped back with his hands by his sides. He
did not want to spook the gentleman.
I didnt hear you pull up. He slid sideways to pour the hot liquid into two Styrofoam
cups and cap them. Then he used tongs to pull out the four Hoagies and put them into a bags.
Were in the park. Justin said breathing in the scents of food and coffee. Oh, man that
smells good.
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Travelled far? The man asked nonchalantly.
Yeah, we have. The wife and I are headed up north through the back roads.
Why?
Justin blinked at his aggressive tone. He let his face relax into a sheepish smile.
Honeymoon. Didnt want to take the usual routes. Wanted to see the countryside. And man,
it is beautiful. He stared off into space a sappy grin on his face. The trees, so magnificent;
the scents, incredible. Justin leaned his elbows on the counter. You know, in the city, you
dont get those smells, those sights, its all exhaust fumes and big buildings, and noise. Out
here, theres silence, theres nature, theres peace. He said and realised it was true.
Know what you mean. The man grumbled and totalled up Justins purchases. You need
a place to stay?
Um why do you ask?
The attendants eyes travelled over Justins stained clothes and his embarrassment was
genuine this time. Ah, erm we, ah Damn. And took a deep breath. We were out on
one of the trails having a look around, trying to hunt down a Bald-Eagle and well, I she
we um, just got out of hand.
The mans face cleared from suspicion to one of bemusement. Newly weds. He said as if
it was an every day occurrence.
Yeah. Justin sighed happily. Shes the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and Ive
seen a few. And Id better get this coffee back to her or Ill be sleeping alone.
If you need to stop for the night, theres hotel a mile or so down the road. He said then
scratched his jaw. Though I doubt youll get much peace there.
Justin picked up his purchases. Why? Is there a convention in town?
No, just a lot of suits whore secretive about what theyre doing. You might try Maisies
B&B, its here in town, just down the strip. Theres a sign hanging out the front. You cant
miss it.
Thanks. He looked down at himself. Might be useful before we go on. He gave the
attendant a wicked smile. Might also have some opportunities, too.
The attendant gave him a smile and Justin sauntered out of the store, went back to Winter
who was still leaning against the concrete.
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Here, he offered her the coffee first and she took it with shaking hands.
Oh, thank you.
I got food, too. He held up the bag, but she focused on the coffee. But that can wait.
God! I am so cold! She said with a shudder.
Well drink, well eat, and then head to the B&B.
She lifted her head. And you trust the attendants information?
No, but its the best I can do. The hotel has some suits apparently staying there, and Im
assuming they are not the kind of people we need to meet.
So what are we going to do? She said and hovered over her coffee.
Well get cleaned up and set up a watch. Ill check for egress points first, though. He sat
on the cold concrete, set his coffee aside and opened a Hoagie, groaned at the first bite.
Winter got down beside him and set her own coffee aside in favour of the food.
They sat in silence while they ate and drank.
He wiped his mouth when he was done. I never thought these would taste so good. He
murmured and picked up his coffee again.
Mmm. She replied while ploughing through the second Hoagie. He watched her and
realised he was hoping she wouldnt finish it. Two rolls had taken the edge off, but he felt like
hed never be full again. Sadly, she popped the last of the roll into her mouth then licked her
fingers.
Heat flared through his body and it grew worse when she turned and gave him a grateful
smile. Oh, I enjoyed that.
She also picked up her coffee and sipped.
We should go. He said huskily and climbed to his feet, offered her a hand up.
They walked the darkened street and he searched for the B&B sign. On the first pass he
missed it and realised just how tired he was. The second pass, Winter pointed to the sign.
Is that it? She asked. The house was two storeys, rustic in the gloom, but the lights were
welcoming and as they made their way up the gravelled pathway, the porch light came on and
a robust woman wearing an apron and wiping her hands on a cloth stood in the circle of light.
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Youre the couple that George sent? She asked with a faint southern accent.
The service station attendant? Justin asked as he walked up the stairs.
Thatll be him.
Then you must be Maisie. He held out his hand and she shook it in a no nonsense way he
liked.
Justin slung his arm around Winter. My wife, Sarah, and Im Alastair McTiernan.
Winter, thankful said nothing, but wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him.
Said you were newly weds, and by the look of you, youve been rolling around in the
grass. She said with a sly, amused look.
Justin looked away abashed, but Winter reached out her hand and touched Maisie on the
arm. You know how men can be. She said and Maisie laughed.
You are so right. But come in, come in, and get yourself warmed by the fire. Ive made up
a room for you. She stood aside and they both went into the warmth. She followed them in.
No luggage? She asked surprised.
Its with the car; Ill get it later. First, I need some heat that has nothing to do with Ah,
excuse me. Justin said and winked at Maisie.
Maisie grinned at him and ushered them both in to the lounge room where a fire burned in
the grate. Winter headed straight for it, warmed her hands and front, and then turned around.
Deja vu. She said with a smile and Justin gusted out a sigh.
Come on, young Alastair, put your tongue back in your head and Ill show you the room.
With a wink for Winter, he followed the woman out of the room, away from the radiant
heat and up the stairs.
Ive put you right here, at the top of the stairs. Theres an en-suite with a shower and the
room also gets the heat from the downstairs fire.
She unlocked the room and Justin stepped inside. It had a wide bed, bigger than a double,
an armoire, a deep, beige couch, coffee table, two bedside tables. He went to the bathroom
and stood with the door open while he imagined what he and Winter could do in there with
its spacious show stall and deep vanity.
Maisie cleared her throat behind him, and he flushed.
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Never knew a bathroom could hold such interest. She said with a shake of her head and a
laugh.
Its fine, Maisie, just fine.
She nodded. Figured that.
How much? He asked and she named a reasonable figure. He dipped into his pocket and
pulled out a bill.
Ill get your change. She said with a smile and went back downstairs.
Justin put his purchases down on the bedside table, checked the window, pushed up the
sash and leaned out. They could, at a pinch, climb down. He closed it, went to the door and
walked down the corridor. He took note of the fire exit on the right and another window
whose sash went up easily. All he need do now is set up a security system to give them time
to escape should it be required.
On a grin, he ran down the stairs to the lounge room. Winter and Maisie were having a
conversation that cut off when he came in. He raised his eyebrows at them, but both women
simply smiled at him.
Secret womens business, huh? He asked with his hands on his hips.
They glanced at each other, smiled and nodded.
Okay then Mrs McTiernan, time to hit the sack. Weve got a long drive ahead of us
tomorrow.
Winters smile broadened as her eyes met his.
Dont forget your luggage. Maisie said, but he kept his eyes on Winter. Or maybe Im
now talking to myself. Should you be paying any attention, though, breakfast is from seven.
Maisie went by him and vanished into the depths of the house.
Winters smile drooped and her eyes stared over his shoulder.
Justin went to her and put his arm around her shoulders again. The rooms nice and warm
and has a shower you wouldnt believe. He walked her to the stairs. Then again
considering where you lived, it might be too small for you.
Itll be perfect. She sighed and slowly plodded up the stairs.
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She barely glanced at the bed on her way to the shower, stripping off her clothes as she
walked. Nor did she shut the door when she was naked, but turned the hot water on and
groaned.
He nearly groaned himself at the sight of her, but resisted, settled on the couch to wait for
his turn. It was enough to keep her in his sight.
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Chapter Sixteen
Winter just about melted as the hot water coursed over her chilled skin. The fire had gone a
long way to removing the cold that settled into her bones, but the shower thawed her further.
She scrubbed and washed and basked under the heat and finally, finally, she turned the
water off and grabbed a thick, fluffy also warm towel and dried off.
She did not want to get back into her dirty clothes, but she picked them up, rinsed
everything under warm water, squeezed out the excess and went into the bedroom.
Justin had turned the lamps on and a soft seductive glow enveloped the room.
Honeymoon suite? She asked and he nodded as she hung everything around the room.
Seemed appropriate. He murmured and slowly unfolded himself from the couch. Mrs
McTiernan.
Yes, about that. She said as he came over to her.
He lightly brushed her mouth with his. Theres the bed. He said and his expression was
the most solemn shed ever seen on him. Im going to shower.
Winter sighed as he walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes and stepped under the
hot water. She rubbed her hair almost dry and ran her fingers through the spikes.
She climbed into the pre-warmed bed.
Oh, hallelujah, she thought and snuggled down. Shed just wait for Justin to come out,
then, theyd play. It brought a smile to her lips that she was still wearing when her eyes
popped open again.
The golden light of dawn streamed in through the windows and she blinked. She was sure
she only meant to rest her gritty eyes for a moment.
Yet, here she was, safe, dry, warm and with a man wrapped around her. His arm was over
her waist, his palm resting on her breast as if it belonged there; and, she thought, it did. It felt
right to be here like this, lying with Justin and she wondered what it would really be like to be
his Mrs.
She had nothing to compare it with, since shed grown up without a mother, nor were any
of the employees at the Fort married. It was a moot point, anyway. As soon as she and
Summer were safe, Justin would go back to the Special Forces unit. It would take him away
from her.
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What had she said to Summer that night? He was only temporarily hers? Tears pricked her
eyes. She wanted to keep him. Forever. But forevers werent for her. She was too what?
Was that an echo of Sir James bitter tirade against her? Why couldnt she have a happily ever
after, like Summer?
She felt Justin awaken behind her. His fingers brushed her breast, his lips kissed the back
of her neck and his arousal pressed against her.
Mmm. She murmured and his hand dipped down to her thigh, brushing over the intended
destination and lifted her leg back over his.
Winter felt him nudge at her, then slide home, his hand returned to her breast and she
shivered at the tingling throughout her blood, across her skin. She lifted her own hand to his
as he started a gentle rhythm within her.
His hand slid out from beneath hers and travelled south to cup her. She groaned and
reached back to his head, brushed against his hair and urged him on.
He took the cue and moved faster, harder until the stars exploded behind her eyes. His
arms came around her as he tensed and pulsed deep within her body. Then he relaxed against
her and they both drifted off into sleep again.
His gentle kisses over her face woke her and she smiled up at him. Now thats a fine way
to awaken in the mornings. She murmured.
We already had a fine way to wake up.
She looked at him with surprise. Oh, was that you?
He growled and buried his face in her throat. Much as Id like to take this to the logical
conclusion, we must be up and away before
Yeah. She sighed, her hands running through his hair.
He lifted his head. But. All is not lost. He said and reached over her to the bedside table.
He dropped a package onto her chest.
Whats this? she asked and sat up, plumped the pillows behind her.
Open it and find out.
Inside were a three pack of his and hers underwear, deodorant, toothpaste, two
toothbrushes, a comb, a brush and a razor.
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Oh, honey. You shopped! She held his bristled jaw in her hand and kissed him until she
shifted the package aside, held his face.
We need to go. He said regretfully. But well do this again. Soon.
Well, theres a promise Ill hold you to. She said and hugged him.
Together, they showered, and she inadvertently fulfilled his fantasy from last night, then he
shaved, and she watched.
Justin patted his face and then huffed out a breath. There now, no more rashes for you.
She smiled and climbed back into her now dry, though wrinkled, clothes.
Breakfast? She asked as she tucked in her shirt.
Breakfast. He agreed as he dressed.
They went downstairs to find Maisie humming to herself in the kitchen. At their entrance,
she gave them a knowing smile and pointed to the table. I figured you werent listen much
last night, so I extended breakfast for a bit.
Winter glanced at the clock; it was a quarter past nine and she threw Justin a look of pure
dismay.
Im sorry, Maisie, we overslept. She said.
Indeed. Maisie murmured and put two plates piled high with pancakes, bacon, eggs,
mushrooms and toast. Then she poured them orange juice and coffee.
Youve probably worked up an appetite, so you finish all that, okay?
Yes, maam. Justin and Winter said in unison to Maisies delight.
Oh, Maisie said and poured herself some coffee, Youd best watch out at the end of
town, theyve got some sort of a road block up. Dont know why, and they wont say, but its
damned inconvenient.
Winter ducked her head to her plate so the woman wouldnt see the fear in her eyes.
No prisons around here a convict can escape from? Justin asked, tucking into his
breakfast.
No, and its damned odd. All those black cars. Im surprised you didnt see them at the
other end of Bear Creek Road.
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Winter kept her focus on her food and let Justin take the lead.
Oh, well, I was saying to George last night that weve been taking the back roads, looking
for bird life.
Plenty of that around here. Were off the beaten track and since they closed down the
mill, the wildlife has been returning. Maisie said. But watch out for the bears. You make
sure you stay in your car, you hear me? Theyre dangerous this time of year.
Why is that?
Got cubs. They see anyone in their territory and they think predators have come for their
offspring.
Oh, okay, well keep an eye out. Justin said.
Winter nearly choked on her pancakes.
Well, Maisie said and stood. Ill leave you to your travels.
Thank you, Maisie, Winter said with heartfelt sincerity, we hope to back this way soon.
And well recommend this place to anyone who asks.
Thats sweet of you, dear, but not too many people, I hope, or Ill not be able to cope!
On a laugh she left them to their breakfast.
Nice woman. Justin said and cleared off his plate.
Yes, she is. Winter murmured and toyed with the remaining pancake.
You going to eat that or play with it? Justin asked and she pushed the plate over to him
and settled back with her coffee.
What are we going to do now? She asked.
Theyre in our way, Winter, we have to either go through them, or around.
She sighed. And around means going bush again, doesnt it.
Im afraid so. He finished the pancake. Well have a look to see how many there are
and take action then.
Why dont you just use the telephone and call in reinforcements?
Justin stared at her, and then he broke into a laugh. Damn. Weve been alone together for
so long, that I didnt think of it. He pushed back his chair. Lets find ourselves a telephone.
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Glad she could contribute to the solution, she let him hold her hand while he went to ask
Maisie for use of the phone. Maisie, sitting in the lounge room knitting, pointed to the foyer.
Winter tried to listen in on the conversation, but at first General Cosgroves voice was so
loud the words ran together. Then he settled down and the two men began talking in code.
When he hung up, Justin wore a look of predatory anticipation.
What? She asked.
Oh, just wait and see. He said. Transport is on the way.
Great! Helicopter? She asked hopefully, but Justin shook his head. A brace of SUVs?
He looked at her strangely. A brace?
Then whats the collective noun?
He shrugged, leaned against the doorjamb and grinned at her.
Okay, no SUV. A car? No? A tank! Hummer?
Dirt bikes. He said with a smirk and she glared at him.
Just Alastair! She amended at his frown. Dirt bikes would be great! If I knew how to
ride one!
He looked chagrined, but then brightened. Youll double with me.
She rolled her eyes, and then gave him an acquiescent sigh. Fine, well double. Its got to
beat walking. She said softly.
Every time. He nodded and went it say their goodbyes to Maisie.
Outside, the day was fresh and cool, with a few clouds scudding across the blue sky. Once
again, Justin picked up her hand and they walked to the park to wait for the bikes.
Howre they getting here? She asked and sat on one of the swings.
He indicated the forest with his head. The usual.
Wont they make too much noise? And why bikes, anyway?
No, they wont be noisy, and they give us flexibility. We wont need to use the roads and
well be making up time along the trails.
Great. She said and wondered what it was going to be like. Shed had a number of
experiences she thought shed never have since hooking up with Justin. And she found that no
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matter what happened, she was glad of it; glad she got to spend this time with him, even if she
never got her total memory back.
Shed created a whole new batch with him.
What are you smiling at? He asked and sat in the other swing.
You, me, us.
Oh. And that makes complete sense. He smiled.
* * *
Justin stared at her and she rolled her eyes. If you want an explanation, then its this: Ive
never felt more alive than out here in the wilds, with you. I have spent my life locked up in a
castle, and I couldnt even watch the world go by. She kicked her feet and began swinging.
Her words sank into him, curled around his heart and he knew there was no letting go, not
anymore. He was hers, ever and always. He found a measure of peace in that. Before, hed
been tentative, had a whatever, is to come, Im gonna have a good time attitude. He glanced at
her.
No wonder you were such a rebellious child.
Was I? She mused. Or are they the more aggressive memories Im having. There must
have been some quiet times; some enjoyment in each others company.
Must there? He asked and she stopped swinging to stare at him. For all intents and
purposes, Winter, you and James were combative from the get go. Summer spent a lot of time
mediating between the two of you.
She lowered her head, studied her boots. Thats sad, dont you think?
You had Summer. She is your family, and has always been your family. James was
nothing.
She sighed, and then tilted her head. I thought they were supposed to be quiet.
He heard it, too: the hard tinny revving of trail bikes. They must have been nearby awaiting
the order. Or theyd been searching and had failed to find them. He turned towards the forest.
The sounds echoed then disappeared, grew louder then faint. He rose from the swing, held
his hand out to her and she slid her cool fingers between his.
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Down the road came two helmeted figures, dressed in professional motocross outfits: tri-
coloured rash-proof, leather suits with padding and steel-fronted heavy bike boots.
The first, in three shades of blue careened into the park and slide sideways to a stop before
lifting his helmet. Hey, Lt., whats new?
Corporal Jenks. I see youre out of the Brig. He walked over and shook the mans hand.
Sir. Good to see youre okay. Jenks turned his blue eyes to Winter and Justin saw the
glimmer of appreciation in the depths. You, too, maam.
The second bike, with a red rider, pulled up beside them. He pulled off his helmet.
Private Wainright. Justin held out his hand. Wainright took it.
Sir. Maam. He didnt look happy to be there.
Jenks, well only be needing the one; the lady doesnt ride. Justin said and he could see
Jenks trying not to gape at her. In his book, everyone knew how to ride.
What are your orders, sir? Wainright asked and set the stand on the bike, tugged off his
helmet.
You need to speak with General Cosgrove about any further duties. Hes aware of the
situation, so your orders will come from him.
Wainright and Jenks nodded.
Either of you got a mobile?
Jenks undid his jacket, reached inside and pulled his out, handed it over.
Thanks. Justin said and tucked it into his shirt pocket. Now, there are road blocks at
either end of this road. How you get around it, is up to you, but Im going to try and get it
lifted. Give me an hour, then head out.
Sir! Both men said and began to peel off their clothes. Jenks was more or less his size,
but Wainright was a little larger than Winter. He was the smallest member of Justins team,
which was probably why hed been chosen for this mission. Underneath, they both wore jeans
and sweat shirts. Wainrights feet were much larger than Winters and she chose to keep her
hiking boots.
When they were dressed, Jenks and Wainright saluted wandered away as if tourists
exploring the old mill town.
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Justin dialled a number and stuck the phone to his ear.
Cosgrove. The general wearily said.
Beech, sir, weve got the egress.
Its about bloody time, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir. I was wondering if you could get the local law enforcement officers out here to
clear the road block?
What road block?
The one thats at either end of the town limit, sir. He said.
As far as I know, Lieutenant, there isnt one; unless youve seen it for yourself, of
course.
Uh no, sir.
Then stop mucking about and get Ms, hell, get Winter to safety.
Yes, sir. He took the phone away from his ear and pressed the off button. He turned to
Winter. She was studying the helmet as if it would bite.
General Cosgrove says there isnt a road block.
But why would Maisie say there was one, if there wasnt?
He tilted his head. Why, indeed. He pulled on Jenks helmet and straddled the bike. Put
your helmet on and sit behind me. He said.
Winter eyed the helmet one more time and did as he asked. She threw her leg over the back
of the bike and sat close to him.
Put your arms around me, or on the sissy bar behind you.
She used the bar while he got the engine running, and then lightly set her hands on his
waist, enough to grip, not enough to distract.
He revved the engine, put it into gear and pulled out on to the road, headed back the way
theyd come. If there wasnt a road block, this was going to be easier than he expected; and
they were sure due a break.
He passed the town limits and saw nothing; no cars, no bikes, no people. He opened up the
bike and Winter clutched at him in fright.
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Justin had to quell his need to race down the road. It wouldnt do to have her tossing her
cookies.
For an hour, they travelled, then he eased to a stop and could checked the map. He kept the
bike upright while he pulled it out, bent it to the area he wanted and spread it out on the
handlebars. Winter stayed firmly glued to his waist, while he checked their location.
The road was clear before them and he figured they had maybe another hour or so of riding
the dirt trails before they reached Elkmont. Once there, they could rest up and formulate a
plan to get into the Fort and rescue Duncan and Summer.
Justin knew they were in there Patriots Fort was as secure as any prison, as he could
testify to.
He was folding the map when Winters hands left his body and she pulled the helmet off.
Its a set up. She said.
What is? He turned slightly so he could look at her.
Maisie, George. Its a set up.
How so?
George mentions the so-called suits at the hotel to keep us in town. After we go to his
appointed B&B, he calls it in, lets them know where we are. She said.
But if thats true, they would have come for us some time during the night.
Winter shook her head. No. Once they knew where we were, they didnt need the road
blocks, only Maisies word that they were there to keep us here. They need us me fairly
fit for what they have in mind. Theyd allow us the nights rest to prepare their trap.
Which is? He asked.
Winter shrugged. I dont know, but Maisie had plenty of opportunities to keep them
informed; to tell them when we left and what type of transport we were using. And Jenks and
Wainright turned up pretty quickly.
Justin frowned. I trust my men.
Even when theres a lot of money offered? Enough to set them up for life?
Ye-es. He said hesitantly. Hed already learned that one of his men had been an assassin,
and that one of Trios men had been one as well, though they had done it out of duty. But both
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men had been with him on other missions, had trusted their lives to him as he had trusted his
life to them. Would they now betray him for money? He didnt like to think it was possible,
but he also knew that everyone had his or her price.
And Chambers had to keep Winters talents quiet. He would not have told his men why he
wanted Winter back, only told them to find and detain her; and throw a lot of cash to make it
so. He didnt want to believe it, but Winters words made sense. He only hoped there was
another explanation; because if there wasnt, he was a dead man. Either traitor would
guarantee it to hide his betrayal.
Winter replaced her helmet and wrapped her hands around his waist. He gunned the engine
and took to the road again. If Winter was right, the trap would be up ahead. His enemies
couldnt allow them the opportunity to find an escape route, or seen in the township;
witnesses were a bad thing. Hed checked the map and there was a lot of rough country
between him and his objective.
While they didnt need to stay on the road, he felt it prudent to get as close as he could to
the Elkmont before heading bush.
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Chapter Seventeen
Winter kept turning her head to admire the view. The countryside sped by, but that didnt
diminish her enjoyment of seeing it from the back of the bike.
Justin seemed determined to push the miles, but her butt was beginning to get sore and she
wondered if shed ever walk again with the cold wind seeping through the protective trousers
she wore.
They were too large and there were gaps where the breeze snuck in to chill her skin.
Without the benefit of gloves, she could barely feel her fingers where they clutched at Justins
jacket, but she wasnt brave enough to tuck them close to her body to keep them warm.
And the helmet was giving her a headache it was so heavy.
Justin began to slow. She peered around his body, carefully, so she didnt upset the balance
of the bike. She saw the empty dirt road with a corner five hundred metres further and the
forest towering above and around them.
He pulled off the road and shut the engine off.
Winter staggered as she dismounted, grabbed the saddle to stop herself from falling over.
Her legs felt like jelly from the vibrations of the road.
He held her arm to keep her upright, then tugged his helmet off, ran his fingers through his
hair. Pit stop. He grinned.
Pit stop?
Bathroom break, then.
Oh. Now that he mentioned it, her bladder did seem quite full.
Were nearly home, Winter. He said and dismounted.
We are? She looked around but didnt recognise the forest, the road or anything else.
By my reckoning, yes. We need a plan of action. Ill be back in a moment. If you need to
go, then try those bushes over there. He pointed further up the road. Ill be right here. He
said and walked behind a tree.
Winter, not to let an opportunity go by, walked further up the road to the bushes hed
indicated.
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When she was done, she hiked up her jeans and the protective pants and went back to the
road. Justin was easing the bike forward so she didnt have to walk back. She figured it would
have been good for her legs, given their current shaky nature.
She jammed the helmet back onto her head and climbed on, held on to him. Justin revved
the engine and took off. It didnt take him long to hit the speed limit and settle down into a
rhythm.
Her hands jerked on his waist as she felt a tickle at the back of her mind and one word: her
name, drawn out as if the speaker were on the verge of collapse. Her blood went cold. She
knew it was Summer, trying to connect with her, but shed never heard her sister sound so
exhausted or so desperate.
Summer? She called, and then focused her concentration on her sister. Summer!
Heee-lllpp usss. Summers voice came again.
Where are you?
But there was no reply and the emptiness returned. She tapped Justin on the shoulder.
Summer! She shouted. Shes in trouble!
Justin turned his head a little. Where? He shouted back at her.
I dont know! She said she needed help!
Well find her!
But when, she couldnt say, and she didnt know where Summer was.
Winter felt chagrined to know shed barely given her sister a thought since her escape. But
shed known Summer was not only powerful, but could take care of herself. Hadnt she
kicked Winters butt when they were in the gym and Winter had been pissed at Justin?
She could now recall the fight; how Summer had thrown the first punch and theyd gotten
into it until the guard, Rolufson, zapped her. She remembered how the touch of the baton had
sent hot electrical shocks through her system and dropped her to the ground, unable to control
her limbs. She remembered watching with jittery eyes, Summer take on the brute and smack
the giblets out of him.
Im coming, Summer. She promised softly and urged Justin to more speed.
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Either he didnt hear her or something else was wrong as, again, he slowed the bike.
Actually, he jammed on the brakes, then gunned the engine and tried to swerve; to no avail.
She saw him run over what looked like a snake, but then the tyres, front and back started to go
down and he cursed a blue streak.
The bike kept going, but not as fast and he revved the engine again. It was no use. Without
tyres, the bike wasnt going anywhere.
A hundred metres ahead, men climbed onto the road, bringing their guns to bear on Winter
and Justin.
Instead of stopping, Justin poured on the power and headed straight for them.
Winter held on, wide-eyed.
The tyres began to shred, sending hot rubber into the air, but he kept the engine going and
men leapt out of the way. When the tyres were all but gone, he shouted over his shoulder,
When we stop, run and dont look back!
When we? Justin dropped the bike onto its side and it slid on the passenger peg and
handlebars, millimetres from her foot and the accelerator pedal. Oh, and her protective
clothing.
The bike turned a little, and then stopped. Justin hauled her upright, pointed to the forest
and yelled Run! as he tugged off his helmet.
She pulled her own off, dropped it and staggered to the side of the road, then picked up
speed into the bushland. A glance over her shoulder showed Justin heading in the opposite
direction, across the road and disappearing.
Winter thrashed through the bush, desperately aware she was alone, that Justin was moving
away from her and that Summer needed her help. It was the last thought that kept her going.
She ran on, burst between bushes, dodged around trees and leapt downed branches.
She had no idea how long shed been running, but she suddenly skidded to a halt as a
woman appeared in front of her.
Akiko. She breathed and shook her head.
Yes.
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What is it with you that you wanna get beat up again? Winter eyed her. Akiko looked
relaxed, prepared, as if she knew she could take Winter down. Well, Winter would show her
the error of that assumption.
I do not wish to fight with you, or cause you harm. There is no need for violence, but you
must come with me. Akiko said calmly.
Winter frowned. Something wasnt right with her fathers former bodyguard. She was
acting as if she didnt have a choice. Okay, Winter would give her one.
Get out of my way, Akiko, or go down like the last time. Winter walked forward. There
was no one else around, just like the last time. She rolled her shoulders.
I would prefer you came willingly. I also regret I cannot allow you the freedom you
wish. Akiko said and planted her feet. So if you are intent on this path, I have no option but
to comply with my orders.
Fine, then Im coming through.
Akiko tilted her head. You are welcome to try.
Winter dodged right and kept going, kept her eye on Akiko, but she blinked once and she
was gone, hidden in the forest.
Fine, Winter thought and picked up her pace. She needed to circle around and find
She didnt see the arm that slammed against her upper chest but she certainly felt it as her
upper body came to a complete stop and her legs continued to move. She slammed onto her
back, her breath knocked out of her and the woman stood over her, a cheeky grin on her face.
This is not how I wanted it, but I, too, have an obligation I cannot resist. She said and
pulled a familiar gun from her waistband.
Winter felt a flash of fear, had no time to remove the firing pin or defend herself, before
Akiko shot her in the throat and darkness blanked her vision.
* * *
She rose to the surface of consciousness but a pin-prick in her forearm sent her back into
sleep before she could think of any rational thought.
Again it happened, and again, as if someone didnt want her conscious. On the fourth effort
to rouse, she kept her body slack while she wondered what the hell was going on. She
remembered the bike ride, the road spikes, Justin, and then the jab came again.
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Full consciousness came with suddenness, and she was aware of the soft blanket beneath
her, that her hands were encased in something, that she could hear nothing, see nothing and
finally, that some arsehole had kept her drugged and theyd failed to give her another shot.
It meant something. It meant someone wanted her awake, aware and able to answer
questions. Sure enough, a voice came in to her ears. She was wearing headphones?
From all reports, youve forgotten how your magic works. Wallace Chambers said.
W. Wheres. Summer? She asked through a dry throat.
Around. He replied. Winter said nothing as she tried to clear her mind.
Where am I?
Around, like I said. Chambers smug voice replied and she knew she was in the Fort. He
wouldnt dare have her and Summer incarcerated anywhere else. The dungeon? Yeah, that
would appeal to his sense of irony and he wouldnt be able to hold them anywhere else.
Had your sticky fingers in the till, have you? Her voice was husky, but clear.
Ah, well, if you hadnt called the auditors on me, none of this wouldnt have happened.
He said.
No, if you hadnt been so greedy, none of this would have happened. So dont you blame
me for your moral failings.
He chuckled. My morals or lack thereof have nothing to do with it. But you are going
to help me get it all back.
No, Im not.
Yes, my dear, you are, because if you dont, I will kill all three of them. Slowly, painfully,
while you listen. Want to hear?
There was a click and she heard a womans voice, Summers, thick with desperation and
fear. D dont! Pl.ple please! No more!
Cold fear for her sister exploded through her. You prick. I am so going to kill your arse.
Chambers chuckled. Im sure youll try, but you have no way out. His voice turned cold.
Its simple, Winter. You give me what I want, and Ill let you live for as long as youre
useful.
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She noted he didnt say anything about the others. Hed keep them alive to ensure her
compliance. And didnt that sound familiar? How long had he tortured them? Were they still
alive? There was no way shed take his word for it.
What do you want, you evil little scrote?
Chambers clicked his tongue. Such a mouth on you. I want gold, Winter. I want you to
make me gold. Lots of it.
She was so surprised, she laughed. She couldnt help it. It was the age-old alchemists
dream to make lead into gold, and he expected her to do it?
How much? She asked when shed regained her breath.
Oh, as much as you can make. I intend to take your late fathers place in the billionaire
stakes, so youd better make this damn Fort of the stuff.
Or youll kill my family.
Or Ill kill your family. He said. Why dont you think on it; think on how to regain your
powers before I begin to really enjoy my work on Summer.
There was another sting in her arm and she spiralled into darkness.
* * *
Shed been here before, this in-between place. When shed been in a coma, when her so-
called father had shot her.
Oh, yes, she remembered now. Remembered pulling out of Justins arms to turn, to step
aside to give herself some room to kill him. But before a word had been spoken, before she
could gather her resources, hed lifted the gun to her, didnt even aim and two shots rang out.
The first in her in the chest and she staggered back in disbelief and then the second. She
didnt feel that one; she simply plunged into cold darkness.
And it was here she landed. This place where she was aware of the sounds around her, but
hadnt the strength to move. Maybe it was the drugs that kept her in lassitude, or maybe it was
her own disinclination to interact with the world and maybe it was the balance between the
two.
But she knew this place; knew its value. Knew and remembered Chambers and what hed
done, what he wanted. She might be deaf and blind, tied up with her hands in some sort of
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contraption probably a safety measure in case the rumours were wrong but she was not
without resources and now, she was pissed off.
First, Winter had to find a way to neutralise the chemical in her system. And that was
going to be a problem. She could bring molecules together and make things from her
surroundings, she could transport stuff if she knew exactly where and what it was.
But to clear an unknown drug out of her own body? Now that was a challenge. Living
things were in a constant state of flux, which was why she couldnt manipulate them. Did she
even dare to try? She tried to think of a way and in the distance, she heard someone calling
her name.
Not Summer, not Duncan and not Justin. Chambers. She ignored him and continued to
think of her plan. She had to find a way to escape, get to Justin and Duncan, then find
Summer and
Chambers became increasingly angry, put Summer through her headphones, but Winter
couldnt care, couldnt afford to let them know she was partially awake.
Chambers had to have some sort of monitoring device to know when she was conscious, a
heart monitor, an EKG unit, something. By not responding, Chambers had to act, had to
change the set up somehow and it might give her an edge.
When she remained unresponsive, a doctor, or a lackey, would have to check on her, but
she wouldnt give herself away. She had to know what was around her other than the
blanketed bunk on which she lay.
And maybe that was the key. She didnt have to get the stuff out of her system, Chambers
would wonder if the idiot had overdosed her and would order a cessation for a while. That
would give Winter opportunities.
Yes. There were the fingers at her throat, checking for a pulse, and then the cold metal of
the stethoscope against her chest.
Winter distanced herself when the headphones came off; a sudden start at a loud noise
would ruin everything. She sank further into sleep, barely aware of the clap of hands right
next to her ear. She didnt flinch when the bastard stuck a pin in her upper arm, nor when he
poked her bottom lip.
No response, sir. A strangers voice said.
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What did you do to her? Chambers growled.
Nothing, sir, I
He heard the slap of hand on flesh. Wake. Her. Up.
I cant! She has to come out of it on her own! The man protested.
Not good enough, Chan, not nearly good enough. I dont pay you a fortune to fuck this
up. Now wake her!
The blindfold came off. Winter kept her eyes unfocused as Chan lifted one eyelid, and
flashed a pen light, blinding her. Then he did the other eye.
Well, we have some pupil reaction there. Chan said.
And?
And well give it two hours and then give her an adrenalin shot. Chan sounded satisfied.
Chambers was not.
Why not now?
She heard him pacing on the stone.
Because it will probably send her into cardiac arrest.
A heart attack?
With the other drug in her system, adrenalin will send her into overdrive. Adrenalin will
get her heart pumping much faster than normal, but the other stuff is trying to slow it.
Confusion reigns and bam; cardiac arrest.
Youre an idiot, Chan.
Sir! Chan protested. You demanded I keep her sedated and despite my
recommendations to lighten the dose, and ease her out of unconsciousness!
Chambers growled with frustration.
Look, sir, if its any consolation, there is no reason for her to be in this catatonia other
than she doesnt want to wake up!
Explain yourself, man!
Chan spoke quickly. She found herself without memory when her father shot her. That
trauma was enough to break with her memories. Then she finds out she has a dangerous,
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unnatural gift, but doesnt know how to control it. Worse, when she does start to regain the
memories, all she can remember is what a freak she is; everyone was telling her so, but
especially James. So shes on the run with one of the government agents sent to bring her in.
The imagination can play cruel tricks on the mind. What would the government want with
her? Why, to experiment on her, of course. Then shes captured and drugged, and for what
purpose? Shes unsure of her gifts, doesnt know if theyll come back. You want gold, but if
she cant do it, the safest place is not to be aware of whats going on around. And finally, you
keep playing her tapes of her sister being tortured. Is it any wonder she doesnt want to know
any of this? That shes hiding somewhere in her mind?
There was silence for a moment.
I see what you mean, but I dont give a shit. In two hours, wake her, or the one
disappearing, will be you. Im sure I can find someone else willing to step in and take over.
Chambers said coldly and Winter heard the steel door of the cell clang shut.
Bastard. Chan muttered. Should never have taken the money.
Winter had to agree, but kept her silence and kept her distance as he doctor checked her
blood pressure.
You should stay where you are. Chan murmured. At least its comfortable there.
He was right, and he was wrong, she thought, but he continued.
Someones got to nail that bastard and soon, auditors bedamned. And Ill tell you missy,
he brushed his fingers through her spiky hair, if youre still in there, youd better do
something and quick before he kills the others. Theyre of no use to him if you dont
respond.
Could this doctor be an ally?
Still no response, Doctor Chan. Someone called over to him.
Guess not.
One of his hands lightly moved down her arm, turned it outwards and he pinched the soft,
vulnerable flesh of her inner bicep.
Still nothing!
She heard Chan sigh and he dropped her arms.
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Still a bloody vegetable. Well, youd better wake up or there will be hell to pay. And you
wont enjoy the adrenalin shot I give you. Clocks ticking.
Winter heard the squeak of the chair as he rose, the soft scuff of leather on stone and the
groan of the cell door. He was gone, but obviously someone out there
Come on, shell not be doing anything for a while yet. Chan said. And Im sick of being
down here. Im going to get myself some coffee and a walk outside.
I shouldnt leave
What? You like watching vegetables? Chan sneered. Ive seen this before and nothing
will bring her out of it until shes ready. I figure Chambers will want me to double the dose
and a myocardial infarction will be the result.
A what?
A massive heart attack, numbskull. Shes gonna be dead before the days out. One way or
another.
The other snorted. I guess I could use some caffeine, this is for the birds.
Yeah, she heard Chan reply as they moved away, But it pays extremely well. The
outer steel door slammed and she was alone. Finally.
She didnt trust the silence and waited, counted to one hundred, then cautiously cracked an
eyelid. The cell-block all right, and if she didnt know better, this was the cell Duncan had
been kept in.
Yeah, there was a missing bar near the door.
She lowered her eyes to her hands. They were in individual leather cylinders of sort,
buckled together, with blunt ends. She couldnt wriggle her fingers, couldnt move them at
all, but it was a fallacy that she needed them, anyway. Her talent didnt work that way.
Winter studied the contraption, focused on separating the molecules of the brass buckles
that held the thing together. Hot, black steam rose from the metal and she turned to the side as
the buckles melted, dripped to the floor and the leather separated.
She moved her fingers. They creaked, the knuckles felt a little sore from immobility, but as
she flexed them, the aching eased.
Now, she had to get out of here and find the others.
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Winter tossed the blankets aside and sat up slowly. There was a little dizziness, but what
concerned her the most was the lack of clothes. She was butt naked!
She tilted her head. But not for long. She went to the cell door checked to make sure she
was truly alone and pushed the gate open, closed it behind her, went to the next cell.
A satisfied smile erupted. The faux stone block was still in place. She pulled the two inch
thick front off and checked inside. Justin might have found her hidey-holes, but he left the
contents alone.
She pulled out a plastic wrapped bundle of clothes. Her paranoia and fear of eviction paid
off, she thought, as she opened the bag and pulled out a musty polo shirt and jeans. No
underwear, though. Shed have to correct that next time.
Dressed, she checked the hole again, but when shed conceived of the escape plan, shed
had no desire to store weapons. After all, she could make them. In fact
Winter went to the cage door and placed her hands on the bar, one about six inches above
the other concentrated. The bar warmed in her hands. She twisted it slightly and it came away
with a slight clang.
She had a steel bar. With her fingers, she smoothed the edges of the sectioned pieces of the
bars. She might never regain all of her memories, but that was okay with her. Who
remembered every little thing they did in their lives? What she remembered now were the
important parts: like Justin and his incarceration in his cell, what they said to each other, what
they did with each other; like how to make weapons quickly, how to call things to her and
most importantly, how to fight.
She opened the steel door and went hunting for Justin.
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Chapter Eighteen
Quit pacing, Sandy, youre making me tired. Duncan murmured from his seat against the
cell wall.
Justin glared at him, at the raised eyebrow and took his request as the order he meant. But
he couldnt subdue his growing panic. What is he doing to her? Justin growled. Why is he
doing this?
To control the most powerful women talents in the world. Duncan put in. Sir James had
no idea what he had and only used one of them. Winter was disposable because he couldnt
see a use for her in business. Used as insurance to make Summer do what he wanted.
But Chambers Sandy muttered. Hes different. Hes cagey enough to see the value of
both of them. But where is she? Wheres Winter?
And Summer. Duncan put in with a maudlin sigh.
At least we know shes alive. Justin was sick at the thought of Chambers letting them
hear what he was doing to Summer. Just to make a point. The first time hed done it, Duncan
went into a rage, swearing vengeance of a most heinous kind.
Justin had to knock him down before he hurt himself against the bars he threw himself
against in desperation. Justin had never seen Trio act like this. It was as if when it came to
Summer, he lost all sense, and control.
He snorted. He felt the same about Winter, except Chambers had chosen not to use her
against him. Yet. Had the mongrel dog threatened her with Summer? Hed bet money on it.
Why are we still alive? He wondered aloud.
To ensure their compliance, Sandy. Hes using you against Winter, Im sure of it.
Justin sat down next to his friend, his brother soldier. That would be fine, but Winter
doesnt remember that she loves me.
Trio snorted. Sandy, youve had plenty of time to make her fall in love with you again.
What happened to that famous charm of yours?
Justin shrugged. I guess it just didnt seem right. What I feel for her goes way beyond
something as shallow as charm. And besides, there wasnt any time, we had to keep moving.
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Trio was the first to hear the slow cadence of metal banging against the cell bars. Both men
got to their feet, ready to give as good as they got.
Hey, boys, wanna come out and play? Winter asked and walked into view with a smile,
tapped an iron bar against the palm of her hand.
Winter! He went to the cell bars and reached through them. She came to him, leaned
against the bars and kissed him. He drew back, looked her over. You look like shit!
Feel better, though. I had a nice long nap. She stuck her finger into the lock of the cell
and the acrid stench of melting metal filled the air.
Whoa. Winter. Duncan said and waved the smoke away from his face. You got your
mojo back.
That I did, and Im ready to kick some serious arse. She gave them both a grin. Wanna
help?
Justin pushed the door open. Oh, you bet. He said and dragged her into his arms before
applying a long satisfying kiss.
He broke the lip lock long enough to murmur, Ive missed you, before diving in for
another, until Trio tapped his shoulder.
Time to go, people, weve got work to do.
On a sigh, he released Winter. She had colour in her cheeks now, but a haunted expression
in her eyes. He sent her a questioning glance, but she shook her head.
She handed him the bar and proceeded to make two more of the same size.
The air was nearly choking with acrid smoke by the time shed finished.
Duncan, you need to find Summer. I think shes being drugged and tortured.
He gave her a grim nod. Any idea where shes being held?
My guess? Somewhere down here. She moved closer to Justin. They had me in a cell,
drugged up to the eyeballs and its not going to take them long to realise Im on the loose and
come looking. Im thinking that Summer didnt have the experience to focus her mind,
distance herself from what was happening to her.
And you did?
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I was in a coma. But that didnt mean I didnt know what was going on around me,
Duncan. I simply used that to lull my captors into a false sense of security and break out.
He lifted an eyebrow. Youll have to tell me about it someday. But for now, Im gone.
He turned and jogged away, back the way Winter had come.
Justin looked at her, felt his heart expand. Have I told you how much I love you? The
words popped out of his mouth without a conscious thought. But he didnt take them back and
she didnt seem as surprised as he thought shed be.
No, but Im sure youll remedy that. She smiled at him but he felt a surge of painful
disappointment when she didnt give him the words.
Are you going to love me back one day? He asked, his heart in his throat.
One day. She said cryptically. But for now, lets do some damage.
And she walked away from him.
* * *
Winter remembered being in love with the big idiot; being desperately, hopelessly in love
with him. Since the shooting, that had changed. It wasnt a desperate love any more, nor was
it hopeless. It had changed to a deep, abiding love; one that would last for as long as they both
shall live. And in that, shed lost the hopeless, and found the hopeful. If he needed the words,
well hed get them, in spades, but not now, not when they had to keep their focus.
When she glanced back at him, his expression had firmed with determination, but his eyes
held a kind of sadness, as if it hurt to be with her. She understood why, but she couldnt give
him the words he wanted. Not yet, not until Summer was safe, until they were all safe. What
she needed to say, and the words wanted to burst free, she could only say without the
desperation of adrenalin-fueled fight or flight.
They both needed to be patient, to wait, because what they felt for each other, what she felt
for him, would never die, never leave her, even if he left her.
Winter set aside the near overwhelming desire to throw herself into his arms and never let
go.
Wait, she counselled herself, just... wait.
Justin? She asked and he focused on her. Are you okay? Because we need to
concentrate or we lose. Everything else can wait.
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Do you think so? He rumbled, a bit angry.
Yes, I do. We need your skills, your focus, but when this is done, you and I have a
promise to keep each other.
His expression brightened then went suspicious. We do?
Yes, and, being the generous soul that I am, Ill give you time to remember.
Huh. He said quizzically, but his expression had lifted and she had his attention.
You need to find the guards. I need to disable their weapons, and then well toss them into
the cells for safe keeping.
His grin was slow in coming. You should give serious thought to doing this full time.
She grinned back at him. Lets do this, and then well see.
Justin sidled up to the steel door and glanced through the square window. He lifted his
thumb to give her the okay, and then opened the door.
This part of the cellblock was empty and they moved along the corridor to the bottom of
the stairs.
With his back to the wall and the bar tightly gripped in his hand, he moved up. Winter
followed, less inclined to stealth and focused on building her metaphysical power.
She couldnt believe shed shut out this thrill of energy coursing through her veins. She
understood how to do things now, but had to remember to moderate the power or shed pass
out, or do something worse accidentally. Most of what she did called for a subtle, but quick
focusing of power. And she was ready. More than ready.
Winter felt the power peak and held it there, waiting. She didnt have long.
They reached the top of the stairs and again, Justin looked through the window. He held
out two fingers and pointed to the left and right of the door.
Winter came up the stairs and had a look. Too easy. She flicked out her power, then
opened her palm. Two firing pins rested there and she tossed them away. She focused again,
combined the molecules of the mens bootlaces.
Justin gave her a grin, and then opened the door.
Both men turned, fumbled for their pistols and started firing at them, even as they began to
fall. Justin reached them and used his fists to their jaws, rather than the bar.
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With the two men unconscious, he dragged first one, then the other to the door.
You grabbed the other one, but mind their heads on the steps. We need to secure them
quickly. Justin said.
Together, they dumped the men into the cells. Winter obligingly sealed the locks.
Two down, and who knows how many to go. He quipped and they went back upstairs.
He checked the window again. Uh, oh. Weve got incoming. He said and stepped aside for
her.
A dozen men headed their way, this time they were holding machine guns. Were they even
legal? She wondered.
Time to get nasty, then. Winter replied and focused on the types of gun each man held.
She made the molecules vibrate, increased the speed until she heard yelps from the other side
of the door. Holding a hot gun was tough and she heard the clatters of weapons on the ground.
It was dangerous of her to do so, too much heat and the bullets might explode she didnt
want to kill anyone, just disarm and incapacitate. Shed raised the temperature just enough for
them to be too hot to handle.
Pistols. Justin said. And more than one kind.
Damn, she thought, but the firing pins should be the same, shouldnt they?
Again she concentrated on the weapons, closed her eyes to concentrate and then felt the
cool metal in her hands. She dropped the pins. Okay, done.
Theyre still coming. Justin said and his hand tightened on the bar.
Let me see. She peeked through the window. The lead man saw her and they began
running.
Winter eyed the Aubusson carpet runner under their feet. Highly polished floorboards
flanked the carpet and she knew James expected the housekeeping staff to maintain all of the
floor, not just what visitor or he could see. She concentrated quickly and the polish
liquified, soaked through the carpet, then she hardened it. More than one man staggered as the
polish slicked the leather soles of their shoes. The carpet pile turned stiff, and with years of
polish suddenly suffusing the strands, it became smooth. Men slipped over, tumbled into each
other.
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Winter held out her hand and pulled the carpet towards her. It took more energy than she
expected, but the runner came towards her, and the remaining men fell over backwards.
Now came the disabling part.
Justin opened the door and rushed them with his bar. The men saw him and pulled their
pistols firing as he got to them. When the guns failed to work, they dropped them. Winter
followed Justins lead and cracked knuckles, knees, ankles, elbows, anything that got in the
way, including the occasional head.
Men swore and cursed and howled with pain as she and Justin got amongst them. Mr
Miysuki taught her well and when they finished, the two who were less injured raised their
hands in surrender.
Enough already! One of them said. He was a big burly man, with blood running from his
eyebrow and he supported his right hand in the crook of his left arm. We surrender, God
damn it!
Winter was in mid-swing but she stopped just in time from cracking a belligerent guard
across the temple.
When she lowered the bar, he foot swept her and she went over backwards, slammed her
back on the floor and saw stars when her head connected with the hard floor.
Then it was over. The man lay face down on the floor with Justin standing over him.
You okay? He asked without lifting his eyes from the man.
Think so. She muttered and blinked stars away from her vision. Yeah, her faculties were
all still in place and she slowly sat up, rubbed the bottom of her spine. She glared at the fallen
man. Can I?
No, you cant. Justin said after a pause. Lets just get them below, okay?
Yeah, okay. She said resentfully and got to her feet, rubbed her back again. Bastard.
Those who could stand helped those who couldnt. She and Justin got the men down to the
cells where Winter locked them in. More than one man gaped at her as she melted the locks.
She stared at them and they looked away from her, backed away from the cell door.
Was that wise? Justin asked as they once more climbed the stairs.
Sometimes, it better to assure a prisoner that he has no hope of getting out until a certain
someone releases them. Theyll stay put and think on the consequences of running into me
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again. And yet, when they are released into custody or whatever, they may back up each
others story, but without me to prove it to the authorities, it becomes an urban legend and
nothing more. She said and pushed through the door. Mind the carpet.
Youve given this situation a lot of thought. Justin said and bent to pick up the automatic
weapons. She knew they were cool enough to handle now, and still functional. He checked
the clip and slung the Uzi over his shoulder. The pistols were useless, so they left them where
they lay. He was wise enough to keep his bar, which was why shed given it to him. It had no
moving parts to mess with.
I have. People know about Summer and I. You cant unknow something, Justin, but we
can use it. But too few know, and we can use that. Were myths; we represent the impossible,
and as such, cant exist outside of fiction. Those people we saw on that documentary, theyre
the true possibility, the limit of human genetic evolution. Too much of a leap and people get
all weird and single the... distortion out or wonder if what they saw was true or some trick.
How do you figure that? Justin asked.
Four words, Justin: Guinness Book of Records.
Ah, yes, well, all those people are all... His voice trailed off.
Are what, Justin? Aberrations? Freaks?
Justin didnt answer, nor did Winter let him reply, she made her way down the hall to the
next set of steps. Theyd deal with the issue at the appropriate time and she was glad he
hadnt immediately denied what she said.
Those guards were sent. Justin said quietly as he moved up the stairs.
Yes, they were. Im guessing Chambers is watching the screens.
Justin paused and looked down at her. Can you take them out?
Winter closed her eyes and thought of Sir James office with its big wall of monitors. She
thought of the wiring behind the on/off button and disconnected them one by one. There, I
think thats got them all.
Good. Justin said and went up. Hes likely to have a gun himself.
Which means you should watch yourself. She replied.
Me? I was thinking of you. He said with a glance back.
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Aw, thats sweet of you, but its me hes after. He wants me to make gold for him.
Gold.
Yep, and lots of it.
And hes going to get around the Federal regulations how?
Winter grinned. He didnt say and I didnt ask. Hmm I wonder if I could?
Justin stopped on the stairs and looked at her. You mean youve never thought of it?
Never wondered if it was possible? At all?
His faith in her warmed her heart although a little scary. There wasnt any need. And it
never occurred to me, no.
Justin shook his head and went up to the last door. This one didnt have a window, so he
leant down and pressed his ear against the wood, closed his eyes like she did to limit the
distractions.
Winter waited and studied him. Her heart expanded at the sight of him, all tough and
professional and she wondered what shed ever done to deserve him. She wanted to press her
mouth to his, to stare into his eyes, wake up next to him every morning. She wanted to fight,
to laugh and to make love, and to have children with him; then the watch them grow, to teach
them, to protect them and one day, to let them go and make their own way in the world.
She sighed at the thoughts. When this was done; then they could get on with the rest of
their lives.
His eyes popped open and he lifted his head. Nothing.
Okay.
He gave her a cocky grin. Get the door, will you, dear? Ill make like a salesman. He
cocked the Uzi and stood next to her, aimed it over her shoulder as she crouched down.
Her hand pressed down on the lever and she pushed it open.
Justin turned to the left, then the right, and slid past her into the corridor, checking
everywhere. He waved her forward and lowered the weapon.
All clear. He said and she grinned at him.
Youre such a soldier, she accused and he nodded.
That I am.
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Winter rolled her neck and her shoulders, felt the subtle drag of tiredness. Shed have to
recharge soon, otherwise, shed be useless, but they had no time.
She checked her internal power and found it depleted, though not exhausted, not yet. How
much she would need against Chambers, she didnt know, but she figured she had enough to
deal with him.
Time for action. She murmured and he raised his eyebrows at her. Time for more
action, then. She amended and he grinned.
They made their way to the office door. It was strange there werent any guards up here.
Was Chambers that confident he could control her? What else did he have up his sleeve?
The thought he had another plan made her nervous, but she had to do this; for all their
sakes.
Should we knock? She asked and he chuckled.
Better check to make sure the doors unlocked first. He said and she placed her finger on
the handle, sent a surge of heat through the antique brass, melted everything, just to make
sure. Hot metal slid down the dark wood to pool on the floor.
Nope. Guess its open. She said and Justin pushed the door in with the end of the Uzi
barrel.
Chambers stood at his desk, his hands planted on the top, his eyes blazed with anger, but
the expression faded to one of urbanity. Come in, Winter, Lieutenant Beech. The door is
always open to you.
How nice of you. Winter said politely and went to step through. Justin stopped her and
he went in first.
She went in, closed the door, though it wouldnt latch of course.
Shame about that. Chambers said. It was late eighteenth century.
Yes, well, Sir James always did have a love of old things. She said. Pity he didnt like
to share them. Or anything else for that matter.
Chambers smiled slightly. I believe youve met my colleague. He waved his hand
towards the leather-buttoned couch on their left and the skinny woman with sun-bleached hair
and blue-green eyes unfolded herself and got to her feet.
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Winter rolled her eyes and snorted with disgust. Akiko. The last time, you cheated. Care
to go around again? No holds barred, up in the gym?
Akiko shook her head. There is no need. You cannot escape and you cannot defeat me.
Winter frowned. So youd cheat. Again.
Never give the opposition an advantage when you can use an unfair one. She said. I
learned that from you.
So whats with the Japanese accent and name, Akiko, youre as western as I am.
I was adopted by a very old, very venerable family in Japan. I am not a Westerner.
Winter clicked her tongue. Akiko, youre ancestors are going to be extremely
disappointed in you. Winter murmured and the womans smile disappeared.
Being chief bodyguard to the Castellan is as honourable position, as it was to your
father. She said stiffly.
I would agree with you, but Chambers here, was the hired help; a secretary to the late,
unlamented Sir James. His ambitions, however, exceeded his grasp.
He said you would say as much, but I believe he is the rightful heir to the Pocklington
Group.
Ah. Winter said and turned to Chambers. How is that going to happen?
This. He held up a sheaf of papers. The transfer of ownership on the demise of the true
heir, Summer. Its stated quite categorically in the will, my dear, that should something
happen to her, all stocks fall to the faithful retainer. And that would be me.
He nodded his head at Akiko.
What a load of bull Justin never got the chance to finish. In a burst of blinding speed,
Akiko had not only taken the gun away from him, but knocked him cold. She turned him onto
his stomach, pulled an arm up his back and held the barrel of the Uzi to his temple.
Winter felt her heart stop with fear and then restart with a much faster rhythm.
Bloody hell! Winter said with astonishment. She had grown up in the knowledge that she
and Summer were the only two. And yet, genetic manipulation of the likes that had produced
the sisters was obviously a characteristic of Akiko. She stared at the woman who grinned up
at her.
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Flash. She said, remembering the shout at the restaurant just before she was tackled and
Akiko inclined her head.
Now then, about my gold. Chambers growled. And dont say you cant do it, Ive been
watching you on the monitors. Well, before you disabled them, of course. I know what youre
capable of, even before Sir James death.
You are one greedy bastard, Chambers. She said and kept her eye on Akiko. Youre
like me and Summer.
Akikos face flushed with red. I am nothing like you two ungrateful whelps. To kill a kind
and generous man for his money, it is an evil thing you did.
Ah. Winter said in understanding and lifted her head to Chambers. You have been a
busy boy, havent you?
It serves a purpose. The gold, or Akiko kills your partner.
Akiko flashed him a look Winter couldnt decipher.
Partner. Lieutenant Beech would just love to be called that. She rolled her eyes. Still
willing to perpetuate the lie. But. She held up her hands in surrender as Akiko pressed the
barrel harder. She didnt disable the gun, not yet. She wanted to see if she could do as
Chambers asked.Okay. Gold. Hmm. Did you have something specific in mind?
Chambers pulled open a drawer, withdrew a dull grey block and tossed it to the floor
where it landed with a thud.
Lead. Winter snorted.
Into gold, if you please. Chambers pulled his own gun out and levelled it at her.
If you shoot me, Im not going to be able to do it, now am I? She said as she walked
forward to the lump, picked it up in her hands.
Insurance. Im sure youd be able to turn it into something else entirely and try something
to facilitate your escape, but not before I shoot you in, say, the leg.
He was right.
And just so we have no misunderstandings, I am an expert in gold bullion, so dont try
and simply colour it up. Chambers smirked at her.
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Gold. She sighed and lowered her head. This was going to be tough. But she got down
on her knees, sat back on her heels and closed her eyes.
Then she opened them again and looked at Chambers. What does the gold molecular
structure look like? And the lead?
How the hell should I know? Chambers demanded.
Well, how the hell should I? Find some information on both, including pictures and
structure.
He raised his weapon.
Chambers, she sighed, dont be any more of an idiot than you already are. Listen
carefully. I need a picture of what lead looks like on a molecular level, and I need a picture of
what gold looks like on a molecular level, so I can manipulate the atomic structure of one to
make the other! Okay? Do you get it now?
He lowered the gun. Where the hell am I going to find that? He grumbled.
Try the internet, Akiko sighed behind her and Chambers glared at her, but he put the
pistol down and turned to the computer.
A half-hour later and hed finally found it with a crow of triumph.
Justin had also come round, but Akiko had him securely tied, had gagged him when he
started in on her and Chambers ancestors in a derogatory manner. Now he simply glared at
them, but looked at her with hope in his eyes.
For the most part, she ignored everyone.
Summer and Duncan were still out there and they were the backup, although she heard
nothing from Summer.
Chambers printed the documents out, came around the desk and handed them to her. She
studied the sheets, looked at the differences, scratched her nose, brought the sheets closer to
see if there were any smaller details missing.
She had to admit that the idea of turning lead into gold intrigued her. She also knew she
couldnt do it the structures were different - but she was good enough to fake it to a
certain degree.
Winter lowered the pages and picked up the ingot of lead, hefted the weight in her hand
and closed her eyes.
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She knew where every piece of gold was in this room. Her only chance was to replace
those gold molecules, slowly, with the lead she held in her hand; and do it without Chambers
or Akiko noticing.
Winter started with the gold pen James had in his top drawer, moved to the gold ewer and
cup he had in his private bathroom and the fittings, stripped the gold from inside the
television monitors.
From Chambers gasp, it was working and she slowly opened her eyes. The dull blue-ish
grey lump was a shiny golden colour. Chambers plucked it out of her hands and took it back
to the desk, lifted the letter-opener and scratched the surface.
If shed done her job right, it would be gold almost all the way through, maybe completely
through.
Oh, my God. Chambers murmured. Oh, my, God! He said again and scratched deeper,
put his ocular on and studied the ingot. Then he dropped the eye-piece into his hand and
placed it on the desktop.
You actually did it!
Had doubts did you? She asked, tired.
I want more. He said with a snarl.
Of course. Youre type always do. She replied.
Stand up. He picked up the pistol and waved it at her. Winter slowly got to her feet.
You are coming with me. He said and waved the gun to indicate the door.
You have your gold.
And like I said, I want more, a lot more, and youre going to make it for me. He nodded
at Akiko.
And if I refuse? Winter asked and suddenly, Akikos hand was in her hair, pulling her
head back to a painful angle.
You should show some respect to your new master. She said in Winters ear.
And you should be more careful who you play with.
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Winter moved her leg, and then kicked backwards as hard as she could into Akikos knee.
She heard a wet crack and Akiko fell writhing to the floor, clutching her broken knee,
screaming in agony.
Chambers gaped at her and lifted his gun, fired, but she dived to the side, focused her
concentration and raised the temperature of the metal to melting point. Gunpowder exploded,
hot shrapnel flew and Chambers brief scream cut off mid-cry.
She heard the thump of his body land behind the desk and knew shed... killed him.
Winter looked over to Justin. His eyes were wide with shock, with regret and something
akin to disgust.
She walked around the moaning Akiko and untied him, left the gag for him to remove.
Jesus, Winter. He said, then hauled her into his arms. Wed better call an ambulance,
and the General. Get my men in here.
Sure, she said and snuggled into his chest, then leaned back. Are you okay with... She
waved a hand at the desk.
I am. Id prefer him in custody, but you didnt have time to moderate your power. His
hand rubbed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm. You had to act quickly. No,
sweetheart, I have no problem with you or your power.
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Epilogue
She sat with Justin at the bench top in the kitchen with Louis fussing over them. For once,
she didnt mind. He was a dear man and she loved him for it, now she knew what hed done
for her and Summer. He blamed himself for what happened, but he couldnt have known
Akiko would slip a Mickey Finn into the coffee.
I wont be able to handle it. Winter murmured and sipped an excellent Cabernet Merlot.
Sir James will had named Summer as heir to the fortune, but he had, in an act of penitence,
given proxy to Winter should something happen to her sister. Hed thought that, if he died, he
could assuage years of guilt by buying them off. Winter knew he was wrong, but at least hed
spent years training Summer to take over. What they were going to do with all, she didnt
know. Maybe set up some foundations, donate things to museums, something useful, rather
than let it all sit in the Fort, unseen and unvalued.
Youll have to. At least until Summer is out of the hospital.
Her mouth turned down. Chambers had her bound in a windowless room, with swirling
lights and discordant sound. She couldnt concentrate enough to call out for help except that
one time. And she called on Winter. Since the day Winter escaped, hed kept her in that room.
She hoped that with Duncans love and care, Summer would get back on her feet in no time
and the vertigo, the constant nausea would pass.
Chambers died too soon. She muttered.
Justin cleared his throat. Yes, well, about that.
Mmm?
Im getting some difficult questions as to how that happened.
She lifted a shoulder. Tell them you dont know.
I did, but I dont think they believe me.
Thats their problem.
Justin nodded. It will be your problem once they get around to questioning you.
She gave him a smile. Ill just say I was under the desk, which I was, and I didnt see a
thing, which I didnt. And if they ask Akiko, whats she going to say? Shell say she didnt
see anything either, because her busted knee was giving her gyp. Which is true.
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He snorted. Youve got it all worked out, havent you?
As explanations go, I think they fit. She drained her glass and set it on the bench top.
Now then, we have business to attend to, and the kitchen is not the place for it.
No? He set his own empty glass down and she took his hand, guided him through the
house to the conservatory.
The lights were on low as she pulled him through the forest of glossy leaves and fronds.
She stopped about midway between the door and the windows, under those very leaves.
This seems appropriate. She said and saw he wore a bemused expression.
Dj vu. He murmured and looked around.
Yes. Its a reminder our time, out there, where you taught me so much. Did you remember
the promise you made to me? And I to you?
He tilted his head in thought. I promised you that wed be making love again soon. His
head tilted the other way. Actually, I promised you a lot of things so youll have to be more
specific. He said with a faint smile.
It was here that Summer and I made our plans against James. It seemed fitting that here
should be where the story ends.
Justins face fell, as if he couldnt control his emotions any more. Ends?
She draped her arms over his shoulders. And another begins.
He stared down at her with suspicion. It looked like shed have to go the whole way. But
for him, it was worth it. Anything was worth it as long as he was near.
Our story, Justin. That last time we made love in the cell. I promised you that nothing
would make me forget how much I loved you.
And yet, you did. He said and put his hands on her hips.
I didnt, not really. Every time I saw you, heard you, touched you, something resonated
inside. Its true I didnt understand, but once I did, I remembered our time in the cell. And I
felt secure in anything we did, as long as we did it together. I love you, Lieutenant Justin
Alastair Beech. Here went nothing. Will you marry me? Make an honest woman of me? Be
the first person I see in the morning and the last thing at night? Will you love me and any
spawn we might produce?
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The last made him smile. Spawn, huh? And his hands shifted to her waist.
Theyll be called that and worse, but well manage you and I. Weve managed everything
else so far. How tough could it be?
He threw back his head and laughed. Dear God, woman! He barked, and then lowered
his head and kissed her. It was sweet that segued into so much more before he lifted his head.
How can I refuse a woman who makes me laugh? Who makes my head spin and my heart
seize? Who trusted me to keep her safe, no matter the situation? Who never, ever, let me
down? Who loves me almost as much as I love her?
Do not. She said po-faced.
Do, too. He grinned
Do not! She smirked.
Okay, you dont. He agreed. But you will.
Did I win that argument?
What do you think? He asked and his hands travelled up to her breasts.
I think were gonna have sex again.
There now, youre as smart as you look. He settled his mouth against hers. Yes, sweet
Winter Sun, Ill marry you and take on all that comes next. He paused and her heart pounded
wildly. Can we have sex now? In our own private jungle?
Weve a family to start, so get to it, soldier boy.
Oh, it will be my pleasure