Jack announced it by saying “Don’t look.”
So, of course, Kris did. Only then did Jack turn in his seat and clearly enjoy the show.
Here was the string-bikini brigade. Most of the young women hadn’t even bothered with the top. The guys were also in string things. Most of them covered the essentials, but a few had a critical portion of their anatomy peeking out around the edge.
“And my Granny Rita sent me to this . . .”
“Den of delights,” Jack finished.
Kris turned back to her not-quite-finished dinner. Jack timed his turn perfectly with hers.
“Now we know what ‘Total Nudity Not Allowed’ means,” Jack said.
“I hope.”
“Would you like dessert?” the waitress asked. “We have a chocolate delight that you can not pass up, and for you, it is straight from the oven.”
“Kris?” Jack asked, tossing the call in her lap.
“What do you want to bet me that our new dinner guests had dessert before dinner?” Kris asked Jack. He chuckled but said nothing. “I’m gonna have dessert with my dinner.”
“Two of them,” Jack said.
Kris risked another glance over her shoulder. She’d never seen that many bare breasts since the gym shower in high school. No, there there’d been other girls like her who were still waiting for something to show up on their chests. Here there wasn’t a flat chest in the dinning room. Yes, some were nice and small, but not flat. Some of the guys had more top hamper than Kris.
She turned back to Jack. “How come you’re not married? I don’t mean to one of those hussies, as Mother would call them, but to a good girl. A girl like a good gentleman deserves?”
Kris paused. Then realized the directness of her question might be going someplace Jack didn’t want to. “Excuse me. That’s too forward. You don’t have to answer if I’m out of line.”
Jack’s face had become a mask. He turned his eyes to the ocean and quite a few waves came in and went out before he said anything. “Yes, Kris, you are forward, but that’s something I like about you. You don’t beat around the bush. You’re more likely to take a chain saw to it.”
“Or C-16,” Kris added.
“There have been two girls in my life. One in high school and the other in college. Once I became a cop, and then was invited into the Secret Service, there hasn’t been a lot of time for a girl, except for you. And you are, or were, or whatever, off-limits.”
Kris folded her hands on the table and waited. She knew Jack was letting her into something sacred. However much time he needed, he would not find her impatient.
“Lisa was the most lively, vivacious girl I’ve ever met. Smart, too. She didn’t blame me for breaking the curve on the tough courses like math and science. She often beat my score. She was beautiful, too, and had a sparkling personality. You know those aren’t supposed to go together.”
“I’ve heard girls condemned with the faint praise of great personality,” Kris admitted.
“Lisa had it all, and for no reason I could understand, she liked me. You know how I say something nice about you, and you deflect it?” Kris confessed she did. “That was Lisa and me. She’d say things to me that I just couldn’t believe a girl could see in me.”
The conversation paused as the dessert arrived. They tasted it. It was fantastic.
“Where did they get chocolate?” Kris asked.
“Am I permitted to answer?” Nelly said.
“Yes, this once.”
“After the Sheffield made two bad jumps, the second one discovering the lost colony of Santa Maria, someone at the headquarters of the Society of Humanity’s Navy made a policy that no ship sailed without a sealed two-hundred-pound pod of seeds in cold storage. I would guess that they brought both the Furious’s and the Enterprise’s survival seed banks to Alwa.”
“Thanks, Nelly,” Kris said.
“In the early years, it must have taken all kinds of self-control to not eat the seed corn,” Jack said.
“Granny Rita said she was a certified tyrant, with some signed in blood. I guess she wasn’t kidding.”
“There’s a lot more to this colony than we’ve found out so far,” Jack said.
“Do you think we ought to report this to Amanda and Jacques tonight? Here they were supposed to report to us, and we’re maybe discovering stuff.”
“You’re talking work, but I’ll give you a pass on that,” Jack said. “And yes, I think we need to report this.”
They ate their dessert in silence. Kris so wanted to know about Jack’s first girlfriend, but she bit her tongue and waited.
“You asked me why I didn’t take a baseball scholarship,” Jack began, the words coming slowly. “I said baseball is a lot more dangerous than you think.”
Kris made a middling noise that she hoped came across as agreement and encouragement to go on.
“Lisa was a cheerleader. Football, basketball, baseball; if there was an excuse to get the crowd cheering, she was out there doing it.
“They were doing one of those pyramid things. Three guys holding up two girls, then the last girl somehow somersaults to the top. Lots of girls would botch the landing and bring the pyramid down in a mess. People would laugh as much as they cheered.
“Lisa never missed her landing. She’d just landed, not so much as a bobble, threw up her hands when our best hitter swatted a fly ball. A foul ball, as it quickly became clear. If anyone had been looking, they’d have seen it coming, but all the cheer team was leading a cheer for our best hitter. ‘Hit a homer’ was the cry.
“Instead, he hit Lisa right in the back of the head.”
“That’s horrible,” Kris gasped, her desert forgotten.
“I already knew what I wanted to be. I’d taken volunteer training and was the closest thing the school had to an EMT. I covered all the games. I’d taken care of a few broken bones before the first responders could get there. That kind of stuff.”
“You were the first to get to Lisa,” Kris said.
“Yes,” Jack said, covering his eyes. “There are some sights you never get rid of.”
“Yes,” Kris agreed. She’d known from an early age there were some pictures of Eddy’s death that she’d never let herself see. Jack had faced the choice of running away from the man he was becoming or face a sight he’d never forget.
“I’m sorry I asked, Jack,” Kris said, reaching across the table.
“I know, Kris, but Lisa and that baseball game are a part of me. We’re a package deal.”
“And Eddy comes with me, and we’ve lost Tommy together, and God only knows how long the list is now. And it will grow.”
Now Jack patted her hands. “But they’ll grow for the both of us.”
“Yes,” Kris agreed. “You don’t have to tell me about the other girl.”
“That one’s really nothing. Great girl, beautiful. We thought we were in love. She’s the one I got suspended from school for my outlandish invitation. I and my best friend agreed she shouldn’t have to sit home alone just ’cause I was stupid.”
“You’re kidding,” Kris said.
“Nope, they hit it off. I was best man at their wedding.”
“I bet you’ve been best man at several weddings.”
“A few.”
“Nice thing about being second up for you guys is you can rent the tux. I’m stuck with six maid-of-honor dresses in my closet.”
“And never a wedding dress.”
“That is now subject to change, but trust me you don’t want me walking down the aisle in a dress my mother picks out. You remember the one Mother was looking at for Penny’s wedding?”
Jack glanced over his shoulder at the pulchritude on display. “It would be just the thing for a wedding here.”
“No,” Kris said. “The bride would wear a white string bottom and the guy would wear a black bow tie over his . . . you know.”
“And it would pass ‘Total Nudity Not Allowed,’” Kris and Jack ended saying together.
“I think we got a dirty look from that topless gal behind you,” Jack said.
“I know you got a nasty look from two of the gals behind you.”
“Think it’s time we beat a strategic retreat?”
“Even if that does sound like you’re talking shop,” Kris admitted.
Jack pulled Kris’s chair back, like a good gentleman. Their table was as far from the door as you could get, so they would be passing a lot of well-tanned flesh on the way out. Kris had done a perp walk in cuffs. She’d been paraded for good and bad reasons enough times to have lost count. She set a smile on her face and did the best she could to look each and every man and woman in the eye as she passed them.
“Hold it,” one of the guys said, half-standing. “Aren’t you the gal, the commander that was on TV?”
“Yes,” Kris said, coming to a halt. “I’m from the Wasp in orbit, and I did talk to one of the Alwans’ news stations.”
“I saw you,” several people said, now muttering to each other.
“You blew that huge alien ship out of space and saved all our lives,” a barely dressed woman said.
Kris shook her head. “A lot of people were involved in stopping that raiding party. Most of them died for our effort. I’m one of the lucky few that survived.”
A woman stood, one of those in short short shorts, and a very short tank top. “We owe all of you our lives. Thank you.”
The wave of thank-yous was followed by a round of applause. Kris gave them her best princess smile and bowed her reply as she tried not to run for the door. She kept her pace down, and Jack stayed right behind her.
At the door, the owner waited. “I’m sorry about this. Granny Rita said you wanted your privacy. I don’t watch much TV. I didn’t think my clients did either. If you want, I’ll have your meals taken to your cabin.”
“Give me a night to think about that,” Kris said, just wanting to be gone. He stood aside, and she fled into the night.
She found herself holding on to a tree before they were halfway back to their cottage. She had to hold on, her knees weren’t doing that support thing they’d been doing since she was a toddler.
Jack scooped her up and carried her. “Where do you want to go? The cottage or the beach?”
“The beach,” Kris whispered against his shoulder.
He settled her on dry sand this time. The tide was high, the breakers close. Kris squeaked and backed up on all fours as a high one tried to wet her down.
“Sorry about that,” Jack said as he settled down beside her farther up the beach.
For a long time, they just watched the breakers come in and roll back out again. A shooting star cut across the inky black sky. The other stars, with no competition from city lights, were as bright and proud as Kris had ever seen them from space.
“Why is it so hard to accept a thank-you?” she finally asked the eternal ocean.
Jack did not speak for another couple of waves, one of which wet Kris’s toes, but she stood her ground, and the ocean dared go no farther.
“Maybe it’s hard to take because you know the thank-you belongs to not just you but a whole lot of people who worked, sweat, bled and, in too many cases, died. But, honey, you are Princess Longknife, ComPatRon 10, and there are not a lot of other people alive to accept the thanks.”
“Gramma Ruth says that somewhere along the way, Grampa Ray lost his humanity. Grampa Trouble says he’s still human, thanks to Gramma Ruth.”
“I can believe that.”
“It’s a hell of a job to keep a Longknife human. The legend wants to eat us up.”
“I’ve heard that. I’m still willing to interview for the job. I’ll do it if you’ll accept me?”
“If I really love you, is it fair to let you take such an impossible job?”
Waves rolled in, broke in phosphorescent beauty, and slid back out several times before Jack cleared his throat. “I’ve shared your world for nearly five years, haven’t I?”
Kris nodded agreement.
“In that time, I’ve come to love you. To only want the very best for you. Believe it or not, from where I’ve stood, stuck on the sidelines, I’ve done my best for you.”
“I believe you, Jack.”
“Honey, I think you love me as much as I love you. It’s hard to believe a beautiful, powerful, competent woman like you can love me, but you’ve given me a few hints that it just might be possible.”
“Very possible. Almost certainly. No. Definitely,” Kris said.
“But you’re a Longknife. To some people, that means wealth and power. To other folks it means danger. In all cases, it means target. May I point out that for the last four years, I’ve grown as good at making them miss me as I have at making sure they miss you.”
“And you haven’t gotten nearly the medals you deserve for that,” Kris said.
“I’d swap all the medals in the book for a simple gold band to put on your finger.”
“Jack, you’re too good to believe.”
“And I thought you were the one too good for me to ever find.”
“Most men find me, get a good look at what happens around me, and run, not walk, for the door. Or pick one of the girls around me.”
“Yes, I know,” Jack said. “I’ve had to sweat a couple of them in the last few years. Fortunately for me, they all bolted.”
“Fortunate for you, but a bit hard on me.”
“I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”
“No it didn’t. I know what you meant.” Kris used the hem of her muumuu to wipe her eyes. “Jack, I’m exhausted. Could we go to bed?”
“Yes, honey. Do you need a lift?”
“No, just give me a hand up and a strong shoulder to lean on.”
“Always, love.”
Even in the dark, they had no problem finding their cottage. The moon was up, the stars were bright, and the ocean gave its own green light. The only light in the cottage was a small lit candle. Kris found that whoever had lit the candle had also tossed a rather skimpy nightgown on one side of the bed. Jack found soft sleeping shorts on his, and dismissed himself to the bathroom to change.
It took Kris just a second to toss the muumuu over her head and slip into the gown. It didn’t quite go halfway to her knees, and the top was so open she could easily pull it aside if she didn’t toss it off entirely.
Well, if elves were appearing and disappearing, she might have them do some wash. She left the muumuu on the porch chair and tumbled into bed.
A moment later, Jack appeared and blew out the candle. He stepped outside, very likely to leave his shorts and shirt on the same chair with Kris’s muumuu.
Kris had pulled the covers up a bit, not enough to turn herself into an unapproachable mummy, but Jack settled above the covers, his front to her back. He slipped an arm over her shoulder that easily managed to miss what she claimed for breasts.
“Don’t you want to do something more tonight?” she asked. She knew the answer to that. She could feel him through the thin blanket and even thinner gown.
“I don’t think so, dear. It’s been a long day. You’ve been through a lot, and let’s face it, you’re exhausted. You need your sleep a lot more than you need anything else.”
“No, I don’t,” Kris said . . . through a yawn.
“I rest my case,” Jack said.
“But what I’m feeling from you isn’t at rest.”
“You want me to roll over?” Jack asked, ever the gentle gentleman.
“Please don’t. I want you close.”
“And I always will be,” he said.
Kris settled comfortably in Jack’s protective arms. She remembered something about checking in with her team. Letting them know about something. She was asleep before she could remember what it was.