Men of Intrgue A Trilogy (47 page)

She was all of about twenty, and would have been beautiful with her face washed clean of the excess of makeup disfiguring it. Tall, slim and barefoot, she was wearing a flowered cotton robe belted at the waist with a man’s necktie. Her black hair hung down her back past her shoulder blades and fell into her eyes as she moved. She kept pushing it back behind her ears impatiently while she talked.

“What’s up with Colter, then?” she said to Karen, turning to face her. “Is he ill?” She yawned, then covered her mouth contritely.

“He was shot recently and he’s recovering at Mercy Hospital.”

“Is he going to be all right?”

“Yes, I think so. He’ll be discharged soon.”

Mary nodded. “And how do you figure in all of this?”
 

“He asked for me when he was brought to the emergency room and the hospital administrator called me.”

“He asked for you?” Mary said, arching her brows.

“Yes.”

“And you came all the way from the States?”

Karen nodded.

“But you’ve not known him long?”

“Not very long, no.”

Mary folded her arms. “Then I’d say he must have changed. The Colter I know would take on the devil with his own pitchfork and never look behind him.”

Karen wasn’t sure of the exact meaning of that statement, but understood that Mary was surprised Colter had asked for anybody, much less the prim specimen she saw before her.

“He was hurt badly,” Karen said quietly. “I don’t think he wanted to be alone.”

Mary digested that for a moment, then said, “He got shot up in the trouble?”

“Yes.”

“That post office job?”

Karen nodded.

Mary sighed. “They couldn’t pay me enough to get involved with those hooligans, but you know Steve.” She shook her head.

“How do you know him?” Karen asked pointedly.

Mary stared at her for a second and then laughed lightly. “Oh, you’re not thinking there was anything between Steve and me?” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “No fear, no fear. Not that I would have turned him away, mind you, but Steve is real picky that way. Particular, you might say. Never saw him with any woman, and I thought for a while he might be kinda funny, you know. Some of those real good looking ones are.” She eyed Karen shrewdly. “I’ll warrant you know better.”

“I can vouch for the fact that he’s straight,” Karen said, blushing.
 

“I wasn’t worried,” Mary said, laughing again. “But I figured out right quick I wasn’t to his taste. He slept here on that couch,” she added, pointing to a sofa obscured by several pounds of laundry, “for three nights running and never touched me.” She leaned in closer to Karen confidentially. “Not even when I let him know I was interested, if you take my meaning.”

“He told me that you got him out of a tight spot once,” Karen said, diverting the conversation to less sensitive territory.

The water began to boil, and Mary went to unplug the hot plate. “Oh, that,” she said. “Not much at all to tell. There was a fight in the bar, and I took Steve and one of those soldier friends of his up here to give the slip to the coppers.” Mary looked back at her. “That’s how I met him. He reminded me of a boy I knew back in Antrim.”

“Is that home?” Karen asked.

Mary nodded. “Just north of here.”

“Why did you leave?”

“No work there.” She shrugged philosophically. “No work here for the likes of me, either, except flat on my back.”

Karen was silent as Mary brewed a pot of tea. She set it out for the two of them with little china cups and a jug of cream from a half sized refrigerator under the sink.

“So you’re after him, are you?” Mary asked suddenly, in a friendly tone.

“I...excuse me?” Karen stammered. She didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t get all lathered up about it. I just wondered. You’ll have a tough row to hoe if you are, I’ll say that. He wants taming, to be sure, but you’ll need a buggy whip for the job.”

Karen took a sip of her drink, not replying.

“You’re not thinking you’ll set up housekeeping with him in one of those condominiums, are you?” Mary asked slyly. “And he’ll be trimming the hedges and painting the garage?”

“I wasn’t thinking any further than getting him well,” Karen replied coolly.

“You poor thing,” Mary said sympathetically. “You’ve got it bad for him, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Karen said, not looking at her.

“Sure you do, darlin’, sure you do. And are you going to sit home and say your prayers while he takes off to fight his wars?”

Karen set her cup down with a sharp click. “I think I’d better be going. I have a cabbie waiting for me downstairs.”

She got up, and Mary followed her to the door. “There’s his duds. Do you want me to help you get them down?” she said, pointing to two duffel bags in a corner of the room.

“No, I can manage.”

“I can call Kevin, the bartender,” Mary volunteered.

“It’s all right.” Karen picked up the bags and slung them over her shoulder, eager to be gone.

“You mind what I said, now,” Mary advised as Karen stepped through the door.

“Thank you for the tea,” Karen said.

“Tell Steve I hope he’s fit again soon and to stop in anytime.”

“I will,” Karen murmured. She walked down the dark hall as Mary shut the door behind her and then staggered down the steps with her burdens.

The bartender came running when he saw her carrying the bags.

“I’ll take those for you, miss,” he said. “Have you a car outside?”

“There’s a cab at the door,” she said.

He assisted her outside and then waved her off as the cabbie headed back downtown on her instructions.

“You were inside a good bit of time, miss,” the driver observed. “Did you get what you came for?”

“Yes, I did,” Karen replied thoughtfully.

“I’m glad the trip wasn’t wasted,” he said.

“So am I.” Karen sat back against the seat and watched the waterfront go by, thinking that it had been a very profitable morning.

* * * *

Karen spent the rest of the day straightening out Colter’s affairs and arranging for his discharge the next morning. She rented a car and arrived in his room that evening dangling the keys in front of him.

“What are those?” he asked warily, watching the movement of her hand.

“Exactly what they look like. Car keys.”

“You’re driving?”

“Well, let’s put it this way. You’re not.”

“How did you make out with Mary?”

“We had a very interesting visit. I think she has a crush on you.”

“Give me a break.”

“I got your stuff and went to the bank.”

“Did you take back the money you spent on me?” he demanded.

“Yes, yes. You can relax. You don’t owe me a farthing.”

Miss Mandeville arrived and tucked Colter’s sheet in around his middle. She patted his abdomen with satisfaction and left without saying a word.

“I can’t wait to get out of that woman’s clutches,” Colter said, closing his eyes.

Karen smiled to herself. “You’ll probably miss her.”

“I doubt that very seriously,” he replied, without opening his eyes.

“You look tired,” Karen observed, going to sit on the side of his bed.

“I’m all right,” he said, his lashes lifting.

“Did I wear you out earlier?” Karen asked sheepishly.

He grinned. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Mary Lafferty said she used to be worried that you were gay.”

He looked so thunderstruck that she laughed.

“Why in hell would she think that?” he asked incredulously.

“Something about your not responding to a sweet invitation from her,” Karen said innocently.

He shook his head. “That kid thinks she’s irresistible.”
 

“She is very pretty.”

“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “I tried to get her a job once but I think she’s just used to that life now.”

“It’s a shame. She’s so young.”

“So I guess she convinced you that we were just pals, huh?” he asked, shooting her a sidelong glance.

“Yup. Just pals. Just like you and me.”

He smiled in exasperation, picking up her hand and toying with her fingers. “You really are a pain in the neck, you know that?”

“I know it.”

“But I want you to understand that I do appreciate all you’ve done for me.”

“I’ll try to remember that the next time you’re yelling at me.”

“How do you know there will be a next time?”

“With you there’s always a next time.”

“Then why do you stick around?” he asked. He tried to sustain the light bantering tone of their previous exchange, but a listening look in his eyes told her his mood had altered.

“Because I think, deep down, you really want me to,” she answered honestly.

He looked up at her for a long moment and then said, “Clever girl.” He glanced at the clock. “How much time have we got before Miss Manhandler throws you out?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Then come here,” he said, reaching out to pull her down to his shoulder. Karen half lay against him, snuggling into his good side, and curled her free arm across his chest.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked.

He made a contented sound to indicate that she wasn’t.

“Where are we going tomorrow?” he asked drowsily.

“I told you. Kinsale, in the Republic.”

“I’ve never been to the Republic.”

“No?”

“All the action takes place up here.”

“The town is apparently very pretty, a little boating resort on the water.”

He snorted. “According to who—Mandeville? I wouldn’t trust anything she says. I think she’s a robot in a dress.”

“Everybody says Kinsale is nice, even the man who rented me the car today.”

He grunted. “The place will be full of crazy Irishmen.”

“You’re talking to one of them right now, bud. Besides, the cottage is supposed to be secluded so we don’t have to see anybody if we don’t want to. The idea is for you to rest.”

He didn’t answer, and she thought from the even quality of his breathing that he was asleep. But when she moved to get up his grip tightened.

“Don’t go,” he said huskily.

“Miss Mandeville will be in here in a minute.”

“The hell with her,” he replied. “Stay with me.”

Karen couldn’t resist such an invitation. As she relaxed against him she felt his lips moving in her hair, and tears sprang to her eyes. He did care about her; she could feel it. Why did he fight it so stubbornly?

“Karen?”

“Mmm?” she responded, clearing her throat.

“What about your job?”

“I don’t have a job.”

“That’s what I mean. Don’t you have to look for one?”

“It can wait until you’re well.”

She could tell he didn’t like the sound of that. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” he said.

“Will you stop worrying about it and go to sleep?” Karen said.

He did. By the time the nurse came in to say that visiting hours were over he was unaware of her entrance.

“Look at that, now,” Miss Mandeville said as Karen stood and straightened her clothes. “Just like a little boy.”

Karen glanced back at Colter and saw that the other woman was right. He was sleeping with his head turned to one side, his lips parted, the arm that had encircled Karen still curved in a protective circle.

“You’d never believe he was such a hell raiser,” the nurse added.

“Are you sure he’s well enough to be discharged?” Karen asked anxiously.

Miss Mandeville shrugged. “There’s little more we can do for him. Mostly what he needs is to take it easy, and I’ve an idea he’ll listen better to you than he will to me.”

“What about his medication?” Karen said.

“I’ll have it all ready for you in the morning,” the nurse said soothingly. “Doctor will write a prescription and you can have it renewed when the bottle runs out. It’s just an antibiotic you can get anywhere.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t fret yourself,” Miss Mandeville said, patting her arm. “He’ll be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Well he has you to take care of him, doesn’t he?” the nurse said confidently. “Now be off with you, get some sleep, and tomorrow he’s all yours.”

If only that were true, Karen thought. But she left nonetheless and went back to her rented room to wait for morning.

* * * *

Colter’s discharge went more smoothly than Karen had anticipated. As good as her word, Miss Mandeville had done all the paperwork and when Karen showed up at nine o’clock the patient was all set to leave.