"Sure." Brad hesitated for a moment. "We're looking forward to seeing you this evening." He saw Nick hold up four fingers. "Would around four o'clock be all right?"
"That will be fine," Allison replied soothingly. "Is there anything we can help with, or bring?"
"Thanks, but we've got it under control," he chuckled lightly, "as soon as I go to the grocery store, and the other guys locate a grill."
"Under control, huh?" She laughed suspiciously. "I had better go to the supermarket with you."
Brad wondered what Leigh Ann would think about that. "That's okay… he said awkwardly. "I was just on my way out the door, but I appreciate the offer."
"Brad, I don't have a thing to do," Allison replied in her most convincing manner, "so I'll pick you up in thirty minutes, if you'll give me directions."
Brad's instincts told him this was not a good idea, but what could he say? He acquiesced and gave her the directions to the apartment complex. "I'll be out in front."
"I'll be looking for you," she said with a touch of excitement in her voice. "See you in half an hour."
He said good-bye and thought about asking Nick to go shopping with Allison. Rejecting the impulse as cowardly, he decided to handle the situation as best he could.
"She's got you nailed." Palmer laughed devilishly. "You had better check your six."
tell you something." Brad was serious, and it showed. "This whole deal — Achilles, keeping secrets, Allison and Leigh. Ann coming — is getting out of hand."
"Not if we're careful," Palmer said cautiously.
"Allison, as she said she was going to do, is inviting two other friends over." Brad swore to himself and sat down. "She's bringing the women who are working on her father's yacht, so we've got to tell more lies."
They remained silent, realizing how careful they had to be not to reveal anything about their background or their jobs.
Palmer gave Brad a wry, fleeting smile. "Do you think we should cancel the shindig?"
"Logic tells me that we should," Brad replied, staring at Nick. "We're suppose to be low-key and out of sight… remember?"
"Well, maybe we should call it off," Nick said with more than a hint of frustration, "before something happens that puts us in a bind."
Brad thought for a minute. None of them knew what the future held. The stress of flying the MiG was taking a toll on their nerves. They deserved some fun and relaxation.
"To hell with it," Brad declared, thinking the party would be a good diversion. "Let's just go through with it, but not make any more commitments. And listen, Nick, don't let anybody get close to the truth. The consequences might be greater than we can imagine."
Palmer nodded thoughtfully.
"So," Brad said firmly, "on with it."
"Why not," Palmer was all too ready to agree. "I'm tired of this horseshit. It's time to enjoy life — live a little — with no serious commitments."
Chapter TEN
The white roadster curved down the entrance ramp to the freeway while Brad gazed at the distant shoreline. With the wind tousling her blond hair, Allison threaded her way through the late-morning traffic like a native Californian.
Overhead, the sky was clear and blue. The sun warmed Brad as the wind whipped around the convertible. He tried not to look at Allison's smooth, suntanned legs. She was wearing yellow short-shorts with a matching halter top that revealed a lot of cleavage. Brad was certain the halter could pass for a bikini top.
Allison glanced at Austin. "You haven't told me what you and your friends do for a living."
He had been waiting for the question. "We work on various government programs."
She smiled warmly. "I know you're with the government, but what is it that you actually do?" The accent on "actually" was pronounced.
Brad was clearly uncomfortable. "We test things," he answered, then immediately changed the subject. "When will your father's yacht be completed?"
"I'm not sure at this point." She slowed for the offramp leading to the supermarket. "Brad, there's something about you that intrigues me."
"What's that?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Was she prying, or just making conversation?
"You look like a military person." She laughed. "Like a pilot, with your short hair and aviator-style sunglasses."
"I've always worn aviator sunglasses," Brad replied truthfully. He was beginning to feel like an insect under a microscope, and he did not like the sensation.
"This is really a beautiful car," he declared in another attempt to divert the conversation.
"Why, thank you." She smiled. "My father knows how attached I am to it, so he had it driven out here for me."
Brad had noticed the Pennsylvania license plate. "That must be nice… to have your car delivered to you."
"It certainly is," she agreed without a trace of arrogance.
Allison parked the gleaming Mercedes and they got out. Brad had taken only a few steps when he almost panicked. The wife of a close friend from Annapolis was walking out of a store adjacent to the supermarket. Brad turned his head and stared across the parking lot, praying that she would not recognize him and call out his name. His heart was racing when the woman and her toddler passed by.
Safely inside the supermarket, Brad grabbed a shopping cart and opened his grocery list. Allison was very helpful during their stroll through the store, but she was definitely a showstopper. Brad felt an occasional twinge of embarrassment when people stared at the voluptuous blonde. After the leisurely shopping spree, Brad finally agreed to allow Allison to pay for half of the groceries.
On their return trip to the apartment, Allison mercifully did not ask Brad any further personal questions. They just exchanged small talk.
After arriving at the apartment, Allison helped Brad carry the sacks into the kitchen, then stepped out to the balcony.
"This is a beautiful view," she commented, scanning the blue ocean. After a moment, Allison gazed at the pool area. "What a gorgeous pool."
"It is, isn't it," Brad said while he stocked a cabinet. "We really enjoy it, when we have the time."
"When will Nick, and your other friend — I've forgotten his name — be here?"
Brad glanced at her. "Lex is our cowboy friend, and they should be back any time. Lex wanted to get some special meat and ribs."
"That sounds wonderful," Allison stated emphatically. She noticed the single lounge chair next to the railing. "Who's the sun worshiper?" Brad laughed and looked at the lounge. "Nick likes to maintain his tennis tan at an even level."
"Would you mind if I work on my tan?" Allison asked with a sensuous smile. "I'll be happy to help you prepare everything when you're ready."
"Sure," he replied with a degree of trepidation. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Thanks." She slipped off her sandals and sat on the lounge. "I just can't get over this view. It's really incredible."
Brad agreed, and finished storing the groceries. He opened a cold beer and walked to the balcony door to see if Allison would like something to drink. Brad was unprepared for what he saw. Allison was lying on her stomach with her halter top resting on one of the lawn chairs. He noticed the conspicuous absence of white lines on her tanned back.
"Would you care for something to drink?" He couldn't take his eyes off Allison. She is beautiful.
"Oh, no thanks." Allison turned her head to see Brad. "Would you mind if I used one of your towels to lie on?"
Brad envisioned her lying nude on a bearskin rug in front of a crackling fireplace. "No, not at all… I'll get a fresh one out of the closet."
"You're a darling."
Smiling to himself, Brad walked to the linen cabinet. "Holy shit, what a body," he said to himself as he grabbed a large beach towel. He went out to the balcony and handed the thick towel to Allison.