Guess that means you owe me.
She turned back with amusement. Is that right?
He just smiled.
Are you really suggesting I owe you sex?
He arched a brow. Is that on the table?
No. I was just wondering.
He laughed. God. He swiped a hand down his face. Somehow, even in the middle of hell, you can still make me laugh.
Lizzy took in his smile, and how good it looked on him, and smiled, too. I really like this whole not being in awe of you thing.
Well, damn. I am going to miss the awe.
Now she laughed. Are you ready then?
For the sex? he asked hopefully.
Ha. No, but nice try. She grabbed her bag and tossed him his. I assume we have to walk from here.
Theres no way to get the Jeep past the wires.
Okay. She looked at her watch. Past noon already. Unbelievable.
Wait, he said when she reached for the door handle. Leaning in, he pulled up her hood, his fingers warm and callused, the touch going right through all her protective layers and her inner brick wall, making itself at home right in the center of her heart.
Thats not going to help for long, she told him, her voice a little husky.
He kept his fingers on her, and lightly stroked her jaw. Stay close. Therell be underwater currents, and if your feet get swept from under you-
Ill be okay. I will, she said with soft steel when he started to speak again.
I know. He looked at her, then hauled her to him and kissed her hard and long, with a promise of more to come. Then, still breathing hard, they opened their doors and headed out, meeting at the back of the vehicle. Jason grabbed her hand, and together they trudged for higher ground, with Lizzy hoping that Cece-in labor or not-had done the same.
7
DOUBLE FISTING her flashlight, Cece waddled down the flight of stairs to the single-car garage beneath her condo unit, where she made the unhappy realization that the entire place had sprung a leak.
There was four inches of water swirling at her feet.
Which was perfect, really, because now it was official. The day had gone to hell in a handbasket.
She surveyed her car, which was as useless as her phone, because the garage door was shut and she had no electricity to open it. In the corner, soaking up water, was a bag of skinny clothes, also useless.
And the raft from last summers river trip
No.
She couldnt.
For a moment, she stood there in indecision-never a good state for her because being indecisive made her do things without thinking.
Stupid things.
Like having sex without a condom.
Way late to rue that decision, she reminded herself. Besides, she was getting a present out of the deal, the best present shed ever had; she rubbed her belly. Dont you worry, baby. You really are the best thing to ever happen to me.
In response, her stomach banded tightly.
Another contraction.
Oh, God. She clutched the hood of her car for balance and breathed through it. Then when it passed, she waddled past the car, knowing there was a manual lever somewhere, which would allow her to open the garage door by hand. She was going to have to risk her bad tires, and drive herself to the hospital.
To reach the lever she had to stand on the bucket of Pretty-In-Pink paint shed bought on sale last week. She didnt know if she was having a boy or girl, shed refused to peek, but she was all for hoping. Buying the paint ahead of time was one thing-itd been half off, and a deal she couldnt pass up. But actually painting the walls with the pink had seemed a little bit like taunting that bitch Karma. So shed waited.
And now she was tempting Karma anyway. Gritting her teeth, she managed to climb up onto the bucket. Barely reaching the lever, she pulled. It was much harder than she expected, and she had to tug with all her might. As the garage door slowly lifted, she lumbered down off the bucket for better leverage, sweating in spite of the chilly wind and rain flying through the opening as it widened.
And that wasnt the only thing she could see as the door slowly rose.
She saw a pair of kick-ass motorcycle boots, topped by long, leanly muscled legs inside a set of jeans faded in all the stress points.
So not Lizzy.
As she gasped and backed up a step, another contraction hit, and her last thought as she sank to the ground was shit. Her worst nightmare was coming true-she was going to have this baby in front of a perfect stranger, and a bad boy to boot.
Just her luck.
JASON AND LIZZY SLOGGED their way along the streets toward Eastside. For now they were above the worst of the flooding, but she knew that at some point within the next half mile theyd have to turn and cut across the roads, heading down into the areas quickly filling up with runoff water from the hills.
Theyd had to stop twice. Once to help a guy climb over a huge fallen pine tree to get out of his driveway, another to help two college students-one of whom had broken his leg-get back to the roadblock to where Sam and Eddie were.
Lizzy took a glance at Jason. In profile, with his hood up, backpack on, face set, he looked like a soldier. Unreadable. Impenetrable.
Unapproachable.
And yet hed kissed her. Touched her. Talked to her.
He hadnt been unapproachable then, not when theyd opened up to each other, and not when shed been in his lap, straddling him, his hands all over her.
Shed never considered herself a particularly sexual woman. She liked sex, even loved it occasionally, but it didnt happen all that often. Her fault, she knew. It was that whole rely-only-on-herself thing.
And yet from the moment shed seen Jason again, shed been thinking about it. It was getting uncomfortable, all the thinking, and when her cell phone rang, she pounced on it.
Just me, Cristina said. You find Cece?
Lizzy exhaled. No. Were still trying to get to her place.
We as in you and Jason?
Yes.
Ah. You jump his sexy bones yet?
Hey. She hurriedly turned down the volume on her phone. Jesus, Cristina.
Oh, come on. Take a look at him and tell me you havent thought about it.
She craned her neck and took him in-tense and edgy, wet and hungry, exhausted.
And sexy as hell.
Yeah, shed thought about it once or twice.
Or a hundred times.
Were a little busy, she said instead.
Whos too busy to think about sex?
Lizzy rolled her eyes and closed her phone.
Jason raised a brow. Who was that?
Nobody.
Nobody made your face red?
Im warm.
He gave her a yeah, right look, but let it go. No cars, no people, he noted, looking around.
Lizzy took her mind off jumping his incredibly well put together bones and nodded. Everyones already gone.
Which means
Yeah. She sighed. She probably is, too. I told you, this is just me being overprotective.
When a heavy gust blasted them, taking visibility back to zero, he turned them both into the dubious safety of a tall oak along the side of the road. Pressing her back to the trunk, he bowed his body to hers to catch the brunt of the wind and rain.
She held on to him, more out of pleasure and appreciation of that hard body pressing against hers than out of fear.
Its getting worse, he said in her ear.
The storm? Yes. Her ridiculous reaction to him? Double yes. She nodded, her jaw brushing his, and he pulled back enough to look into her face. Lifting a hand, he ran a thumb over her jaw, clearly mistaking her discomfort over how much he excited her for her concern for her sister. Well find her. I promise.
I dont need a promise from you.
Humor me.
She had to work at not turning her face into his palm. Why?
A half smile curved his lips as he watched her mouth, making her feel he could read her mind. Maybe because I want you to owe me.
She choked out a laugh as hed meant her to, and they began moving again. She pulled out her cell phone as shed been doing every few minutes. Still nothing.
Were going to have to cross soon, if the flooding lets us. Dont worry. I pretty much majored in Stubborn-ism. You, Im guessing, majored in Ornery-ness. You know what that means, right?
That wed kill each other in the long run?
He smiled. Besides that. It means were going to get there. We wont give up until we do.
She looked into his eyes, steely and determined, revealing that while his tone might be easygoing, he was anything but. Ornery-ness? she asked.
Yes, but I realize that it takes one to know one. He smiled at her, drenched, tired and not leaving her side, and something about him continuously grabbed her by the throat, by the gut.
By the heart.
Thank you, she whispered.
What did I tell you about thanking me? He reached for her hand and squeezed it as they walked. Besides, I should be thanking you.
Because youre here in the wind and rain and craziness instead of having all that sleep you wanted?
His mouth quirked. And the sex. Dont forget that. But I mean because today, with you, I feel He shook his head, searching for words. Alive.
A ball of emotion stuck in her throat so that for a minute she couldnt speak. Well, then, maybe its you who owes me.
He smiled, a warm, real smile. That works, too.
They came to an intersection. Below, they could see the high school sports field, and beyond that, a grove of trees, then the school itself, and about a half mile beyond that, Ceces condo complex.
The high school football and track fields were under water. It was hard to tell how much from here, which wasnt nearly as much of a problem as was the fact that the street that ran between the high school and hill had become a gushing river.
They stopped before it. New plan, Jason said, staring at the water. You give me the exact location of her condo and Ill go get her.
While I?
Wait here.
She looked up into his face. He wasnt kidding. He wore a fiercely intense expression, with absolutely no softness in sight. None. Im going with you, Jason.
He sighed. Swiped a hand down his face. Yeah, I figured youd say that. His jaw tightened as he surveyed the area. The school buildings looked to be under a foot of water, which was rising with shocking speed.
She thought of all the news footage shed ever seen of floods, and how the water seemed to always be up to the rooflines.
That it could actually happen here boggled her mind.
Okay, heres whats going to happen, he said calmly. Youre going to do everything I tell you. Everything, Lizzy, to the T.