Remember Jamie Baker (35 page)

“Jamie?” His face fell with concern as my eyes welled up and I started to tremble. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I couldn’t speak. I was still too overwhelmed. I needed to get out of there before I broke down and gave away Natalia’s secret to the ACEs behind me. Clamping down on my emotions, I forced my tears back and flashed Ryan a smile. He seemed shocked by the joy in it, but it was the first real smile I’d ever given him. He’d seen just about every emotion from me in the short time we’d been reunited, but he hadn’t ever seen joy. I’d never felt true joy before now. “Come on, Goldilocks; let’s get out of here.”

My smile quelled his concerns, and he took my hand without pushing me for answers. We waved good-bye, and less than ten minutes later we reached my desert home. The couch was still sitting out front and we stopped in front of it, and no doubt, a number of creatures had ventured inside the house through the busted wall. I sighed at all the damage that had been done. Teddy may be a sore spot for me, but I still loved this house—so quaint and secluded in the peaceful desert I loved.

“We can fix this,” Ryan insisted, seeing my disappointment. “A few DIY videos on YouTube and I’ll have this place like new in no time.”

I snorted. Ryan was a lot of things, but handy with tools was not one of them. Though, I had no doubt he’d get the job done if he decided he was going to. “We’ll get to it eventually,” I told him. “Right now we’re only making a stop to grab my swimsuit.”

Ryan’s head whipped away from the damaged house to my face comically fast. “You know,” I teased, “the white one with the pink polka dots that you love so much.”

Ryan sucked in a sharp breath and pulled me to him. “And why would we need that?” he rasped, his hands roaming over my arms and my back. He found the hem of my shirt and slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, setting my skin on fire at the contact.

Goose bumps rose all over me, and I shivered. I wanted to return the favor and let my fingers do some exploring of their own, but I forced myself to stay focused just a little longer. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?” I asked. “You. Me. Elvis and a crusty old lady playing an organ, and then we escape to our own desert island?”

That had been our plan before I left him at the Grand Canyon to go save Carter. It was a plan that Ryan had not told me about since I’d returned to him. I wasn’t sure if he didn’t remember or if maybe it had just been too painful for him to think about. I was guessing the latter, because when the words left my lips, he stumbled back in shock. “But—I—you—how—”

“Natalia. Right before we left. Seems she’s been holding out on the extent of her healing abilities.”

I never realized how much Ryan wished I remembered him until he knew that I could. He seemed to lock up, frozen stiff, while he experienced every emotion on the spectrum. And then, suddenly, without warning, he attacked me. He grabbed my mouth and pulled it to his, wasting no time. One second he was blinking at me in shock, and the next he was devouring me. He crashed into me with so much force that I stumbled back and fell onto the sofa.

He was on me in an instant, covering every inch of my body with his as he greedily drank in all the affection I afforded him. I wasn’t stingy. I hadn’t missed him this entire time because I didn’t know him, but with my restored memory, the months of separation slammed into me all at once. Longing I didn’t know I was capable of drove me to kiss him with bruising force.

The more I kissed him, the more he kissed me back, and in just seconds we were on fire, filled with magnetic energy that threatened to keep us glued together permanently. We were both shaking, and actual physical sparks began jumping from my skin to his. It didn’t stop us. This was Ryan. This was me. This was
us
. It’s what we did: We loved each other with insurmountable passion.

When the lack of oxygen finally forced us to break apart for a moment, Ryan leaned up to catch his breath. Eyes wild and chest heaving, I knew it would only be seconds before we made one of those lasting memories he promised me. I was ready. I was his and he was mine, and now there was nothing standing in our way of spending the rest of our lives in utter bliss.

He started to lean down again, but I couldn’t help noticing the way he was straddled over my lap after we’d gotten completely carried away. My burst of happy laughter made him pause and frown down at me. “What’s so funny?”

His pout made my giggles worse. “Nothing.” I reached my arms up over his shoulders and pulled him back down to me. “Just a little déjà vu.”

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Every book is a journey, but this book was a trip to the deepest depths of hell and back. If not for the following superpeople, this book would never have been finished and I would probably be in an early grave.

First and foremost, I have to thank my Heavenly Father. I’m positive that I only finished this book thanks to His grace. I could not have finished this book without His help.

A close second in the support line is my family. My parents, my brothers and sisters, my loving husband, and my children. Each and every one of them has had to deal with Psycho Kelly as I struggled through the writing of this book. There was so much hand holding going on over the last four years it’s not even funny. Thank you guys for sticking by my side, encouraging me, and never losing faith in me. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Then there’s my lovely therapist, Jill. Yes, I have a therapist, and yes, I am absolutely thanking her because this book literally landed me in therapy and without the brilliant, wonderful Jill, this book would have been left on permanent hiatus. Jill, I love you. Seriously. I owe you a lot of my sanity.

And Karie and Mel, co-captains of the Kelly Oram Fan Club, you ladies rock. You go above and beyond in the fan department, and I seriously have come to depend on you both. Thank you so much for all of the million and one things you do for me, from beta reading to cheerleading, to helping out with my fan group, to simply listening to me prattle on when I need to talk out story issues. You’ve both become great friends and I can’t thank you enough for the support you show me.

Finally, to my lovely readers. You guys…I don’t even know where to start. I have the most amazing, loyal, supportive, patient readers on the planet. You’ve stuck with me through this agonizing journey, always there with words of encouragement when I was frustrated to the point of quitting. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the years of support! I seriously love you all to bits and pieces. This book belongs to you guys as much as me. Thank you for loving Jamie and Ryan as much as I do! Happy reading!

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SNEAK PEAK

Need more superhero action? Try
SuperNova: Heroes of Arcania
by Liz Long!

CHAPTER 1

I’d known since childhood that I wasn’t a normal human. I mean, I was
human
, but my “condition,” for lack of a better word, made me different. We didn’t know what it was; my parents passed off my lack of illness to an excellent immune system, but the impenetrable skin was a different story. When the first doctor questioned it, wanting to bring in his colleagues, my parents refused. They taught me to keep my “condition” a secret. As I got older, the symptoms increased. I had the strength of a full-grown man by the time I was eleven; it seemed my body couldn’t be broken. I’d never felt pain.

Until Fortune came to Arcania.

As it turned out, just because I was unbreakable, it didn’t mean my heart couldn’t be shattered into a million pieces.

. . . . .

My little sister Starling and I had barely walked through the front door that afternoon when my cell phone rang. I paused in the doorway to dig it out of my back pocket.

“Hey, Mom. We just got home.”

“Hi sweetie. Can you go pick your father up from the office? His car had to go in the shop this morning so I dropped him off. I have to meet my student and his mom in ten minutes or I’d get him.”

“No problem. Starling, no TV, we gotta go get Dad and his car. Sit in the back, please,” I called to her. I turned back to my phone. “See you tonight. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Give Star a kiss for me.”

I hung up and we got back into my car, putting the radio station on a preset kids’ pop channel, one I knew Starling liked. Ten seconds later, she was softly singing every word to some teenybopper song. I turned the car out of our neighborhood and towards downtown.

“Are you
sure
you’re not a superhero?” Starling piped up.

Startled more at her abruptness than the question, my light blue eyes flicked to hers in the rearview mirror.

“How many times must we have this conversation? Nine, ten times a week?” I huffed in exasperation.

She giggled. “At least I don’t throw stuff at you anymore.”

“Yeah, thanks for that,” I said, rolling my eyes at her. “Nothing’s changed, not even since our last talk, I promise. Mom and Dad say I’ve always been this way.”

“But does anyone else have it?”

“Not that anyone told me. As far as I know, I could be the only one in the world with my little issue.”

“I call them powers,” she replied with a grin. Her blue eyes, just a shade lighter than mine, lit up, making her freckled face appear angelic.

My mouth twisted in disapproval. “You know we shouldn’t even be talking about my condition outside the house.”

Starling shrugged, unconcerned. Not that I could blame her; our parents never punished her. “If everyone were like you, maybe things would be better.”

“No, it wouldn’t. People would probably go crazy with power and greed, think they were invincible and try to take over the world.”

“What’s invincible mean?”

“It means they can’t be beat in a fight.”

“But you are invisible. Envision…that word.”

“Starling—,” I warned.

“You could save the world. You’re smart and no one could stand in your way. You’re…invincible.” She smiled, pleased with herself, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’ve got big ideas, kiddo. Did you ever think that maybe I’m not cut out to be some superhero like you keep saying?”

“Nope,” she said without hesitation. “I even have your name picked out.”

Despite the little voice telling me not to encourage her, my curiosity got the better of me. “What is it?”

Starling met my gaze in the mirror and shot me a knowing grin. “SuperNova. Like in Daddy’s astromony—”

“Astronomy,” I corrected.

“Star books,” she finished.

She left it at that, thank goodness, staring out the window and humming along with the radio station. My gaze went back to check on her every few seconds, musing over her thoughts. She always struck me as more imaginative than other kids her age. Maybe it was because of me, of what she knew I could do. I chuckled as I took my turn off the busy road and into downtown.

Though our home was only ten minutes from the city, there was a distinct difference between our neat neighborhoods and the littered streets of Arcania. You could always tell when you crossed county and city lines. Buildings of several eras condensed into even blocks, ranging from simple, modern brick to massive, old Gothic structures. I’d always loved the weird mix of historic buildings. The museum had been a great addition too, with its modern twist of humongous windows and exposed metals.

Several people were out, whether they were businessmen leaving the office or the homeless pocketing change off the sidewalks. Several of the shops were still lucky enough to be open, but I noticed more “Out of Business” signs mixed with boarded up windows.

Arcania used to be a well-to-do, thriving city. As a little kid, my parents would take me downtown for festivals and other events. Dad took me to lunch at a local cafe where I knew half the employees; Dad used to say they gave us free pie because I was cute, but I knew it was because they appreciated my father and what he did for the city as District Attorney.

Things got worse as the city cycled itself into decay. Gangs like DeLuca’s Devils and the O’Malley Hounds took over the streets, passing out drugs like candy. Criminals and vagrants littered those blocks at night; bars and nightlife suffered due to lack of customers after ten o’clock. Those who did venture downtown could easily run into bad luck near alleys and dark parking lots. Dilapidated houses protected the homeless, the druggies, the hookers. Certain areas of close neighborhoods were okay to live in, but you didn’t want to take a wrong turn and get lost after dark.

Comfortable with the downtown layout, I navigated through the one-way streets and traffic until I came to the city building. Dad worked on the third floor with other lawyers and judges. Mom must have given him a call because he stood outside waiting for us. He jumped in the passenger seat as soon as I pulled over.

“Hi, girls,” he greeted us. “How was school?”

I shrugged but Starling piped up from the back. “Good, Daddy. I got an A on my spelling test!”

“That’s great, Star! Did any words give you trouble?”

“Nope. The bonus word was “elephant” and it took me a few minutes, but I remembered the “p” and “h” instead of the “f” that Bobby put down on his answer.”

Dad laughed. “You’re a smartypants.”

“It’s ‘cause Nova helped me study last night,” she said. I glanced at her in the rearview mirror and she beamed at me. I gave her a wink and turned my attention to my father.

“So where’s your car, Daddio?”

“Over on Franklin, but I need to make a quick stop at the bank first.”

My stomach tightened and I gave him a look. “After that talk at dinner the other night?”

Not two days ago, Mom and Dad had discussed the front page of the local newspaper. Arcania had its fair share of rotten criminals, but the newest arrival took the cake. Fortune, as he called himself, was a bank robber who sounded more like a psychotic madman. Interested as I was in his criminal file, I didn’t ever want to meet the guy. He’d hit banks all over the city, taking thousands upon thousands of dollars.
He also likes to murder in cold blood, so one could see where they should simply go through the drive-thru ATMs until things calm down.

My dad nodded, understanding my trepidation. “It’s okay Nova, it’s Arcania Bank, one of the most secure banks in the entire state.”

“But—”

“We have nothing to fear. He would be an idiot to try and rob it. Besides, he’s only stuck to the smaller banks.”

At his words, the knot lessened. My father was no fool and if he believed that, then he was probably right. I knew the bank was only a few blocks away and headed that direction. We were lucky to find a spot right outside the huge front steps and I successfully parallel parked, to my Dad’s pleasure. He expressed that he’d rather not have his two young daughters parked alone outside on the city streets, so we got out of the car and followed him inside.

We didn’t even make it through the first doorway when a masked man grabbed my father’s shoulder and shoved him to the ground. His gun pointed right at my face, cutting off my scream. I didn’t know if the gun would hurt me, but it would definitely hurt Dad and Starling. I put my hands up in a calm motion to let him know I wouldn’t make any sudden movements.

“We’re on our way out,” the wiry man growled beneath his black ski mask. “Be good and I’ll pretend we didn’t see you.”

I nodded and risked a glance at my father. His glasses hung off his face, but he was too busy glaring at the man to bother fixing them. His eyes met mine and then went to Starling, who hadn’t made so much as a squeak. I looked down at her; she gave the robber a very hard look, her eyebrows furrowed together as she glared at him. I shifted ever so slightly to stand in front of her.

Over the man’s shoulder, I could see the inside of the bank. There was little movement; people huddled together with tear-streaked faces, their knees into their chests. A pool of blood glistened in the far corner where a pair of khaki-covered legs and black shoes lay lifeless.
Another dead security guard?
My heart lodged in my throat.

“Get down on the ground,” the criminal said to us. He kept both hands firmly on his gun and flicked it downwards. I immediately bent my knees, but Starling balked.

“Nova, don’t. He’s a bad man,” she said in a loud, clear voice.

“Be quiet, Star, and lie down on the floor,” I whispered. My father slowly reached for Starling’s hand, but she shook it off.

“No, he’s bad, don’t let him rob the bank!” she yelled.

My eyes darted from her red face up to the bank robber. His brown eyes narrowed and I could almost see his lips pull back in a scowl beneath the thick fabric. He shifted his feet; I took notice of his all-black ensemble, right down to the leather gloves. There was nothing I could use to describe him to the police. Five long seconds passed before he spoke.

“My partners are headed for this exit in less than a minute. One
will
shoot you if you’re not on the ground.”

But we didn’t even have that much time; the minutes had gotten away from him in his dealings with us. The second set of bank doors banged open and four men strode out with purpose. They wore the same black uniform with black ski masks over their faces. Large black duffel bags, full of money no doubt, were slung over their shoulders. They hesitated when they saw us blocking their exit.

“What’s the problem here?” one asked our captor.

“They tried to come in so I stopped them,” he replied.

“Hey, I know him,” another spoke up, motioning his gun toward my father. My heart skipped a beat as my father glared at each of the men. “He was at my—,” he caught himself, “—he was on TV after some trial. That guy’s Arcania DA. Big shot lawyer for the city.”

The tallest one took a step forward and assessed the situation. Was this man the mastermind of these awful crimes?
He must be the leader.
In an all-black suit, complete with black tie, he was definitely the best-dressed of the bunch. I could tell the well-fitted fabric was expensive, but the ski mask showing only his midnight blue eyes ruined the ensemble.

“I’ll handle this.” He waved his gun at the others. “Put the bags in the vehicle. Meet at the designated spot. Go!”

Without another word, his lackeys, including our previous captor that may have shown mercy, grabbed all the money and hurried out of the building. Not even one of them glanced back at us. I didn’t dare turn my head to see what direction they took. The leader pulled out his own steel gun, walked over to my father, and pointed it at his head. Blood rushed through my ears, creating a white noise of terror. I bit back a scream, shoving Starling’s face into my back to block her view.

“I should kill you,” the man’s voice rang in the foyer. “One of Arcania’s own protectors, killed right in front of his children. That would send a clear message to everyone.”

“We will find you and put you in prison. You will be stopped,” my father responded.

“I own this city now,” the man snarled.

He pistol-whipped Dad, the blunt metal making a sick thud against Dad’s head. His glasses skittered away from him on the shiny granite floor and Dad didn’t get up. Starling screamed, a high-pitched, terrible shriek, and the gun swung around to point at her. My temper flared and I shoved her entire body behind me.

“Don’t even think about it,” I snapped at him.

It was probably the stupidest thing I could do, but I wouldn’t step aside. He would have to shoot me first and even then I wasn’t sure what would happen. Would I remain standing or would I drop to the ground? Would I bleed even a little before healing entirely? My skin had never broken; I had never bled before, but a gun seemed to open up all possibilities. Would the bullet bounce off me, like Superman?
Then
what would I do? Bile rose in my throat as my thoughts raced. I kept my stance and gave him my meanest look. He kept his gun trained on me with steady hands.

“Your father is an important man. I hope he relays my statement. When he wakes, tell him my name is Fortune.”

My heart stuttered at the admission, at the proud way he said it.

“They’ll catch you,” I tried to tell him, but it didn’t sound as confident as I’d hoped.

“No. They won’t,” he said. His mask moved a little as though he might be smiling. I could make out impossibly dark blue eyes, but no sparkle of humor or light shone. “I’m better than those imbeciles. You, little girl, have much to learn about this world.”

“Stop him, Nova!” Starling whimpered behind me. Our father stirred on the ground.

“You think your big sister can take me, child?” Fortune asked with a malicious laugh.

“I know she can,” Starling replied. She poked her head out from around me. Had the situation not been so serious, her sweet little face screwed up in so much anger might have been comical. “You can’t hurt her. She can stop you.”