Gene nodded. “I bet you did. You Russian fellas are real good dancers.”
“You were not invited?” It seemed to Alexei that almost everyone in Bliss had been invited to the wedding. The hall had been filled to the brim with guests.
“I don’t like to leave this place much,” Gene explained with a little sigh. “Besides, if I had left, I would have missed a couple of new guests. Real nice folks. You know, I offered Stef and Jen a room for their honeymoon. They wanted to go to Hawaii.” Gene’s head shook like he just couldn’t understand why anyone would willingly leave Bliss.
If Alexei had his way, he would take Holly on a great honeymoon. Someplace nice and tropical, where he could enjoy the sight of her in a bikini and he and Caleb could go fishing.
Because he intended to be in a very happy threesome. He just wished the man who was to be his partner was less of a stubborn ass. He’d met donkeys with heads less thick than Caleb’s. Doris Day continued on her quest for love on the big screen behind him while Alexei changed the subject.
“Tell me something, Gene. I am needing to find work. Do you know of anyone who needs good employee?”
“What kind of work are you looking for?”
Well, he’d spent the last several years working for the mob. He was excellent at interrogating criminals, laundering money, and covering up crimes. He doubted anyone was looking to hire a thug. “I am good with cars.”
Gene’s eyes lit up. “I heard Long-Haired Roger was looking for a mechanic. Now, you want to make sure you find Long-Haired Roger and not Roger. Roger is kind of mean, and folks around here are pretty sure he’s planning on attempting to secede from the US. I don’t think Uncle Sam is going to let Roger form his own country and name it Rogerville, but he gets touchy about it, so I would avoid him. Now, both Long-Haired Roger and Roger are married to women named Liz, so you can’t tell them apart that way. And their wives are sisters. And they don’t much like each other. I think their dad should have come up with different names, but he just called them Liz One and Liz Two.”
Gene, Alexei had discovered, could talk for long periods of time. He knew everyone in the area and a story about each person. Unfortunately, Alexei didn’t have time this evening to listen. He needed to shower and sleep. In the morning, he had to meet with Caleb and then find a job. “I will find the Roger with long hair.”
“Oh, he doesn’t have long hair anymore. He went bald a couple of years back.”
And Gene could be very confusing. “Perhaps you give me address.”
“Now that’s a real good plan. I can do that.” Gene wrote down the address, and Alexei bid him farewell.
Perhaps by tomorrow he would be gainfully employed. Maybe between the blood tests and a real job, Caleb would relax a bit.
Maybe when Caleb realized he wasn’t alone in caring for Holly, he would discover that he could handle a relationship. After what had happened to his wife, Alexei couldn’t blame him for being scared of commitment. Watching his wife butchered in front of his eyes would have had an effect. But Alexei meant to draw Caleb back into life. He was too good a man to let himself wither and die. He’d given Alexei his life. Alexei meant to return the favor.
He was just about to open his door when he noticed someone had beaten him to it. He wasn’t a fool. There were still people who wanted him dead. He’d left a small thread hanging in the door. It was on the concrete of the sidewalk now. Gene’s staff didn’t clean at night.
Someone was in his room.
Alexei very calmly pulled the Glock from the holster at the small of his back and flicked off the safety. Luckily Holly hadn’t noticed it. He would more than likely have to explain why he walked around armed all the time. But for now he was thankful for the feel of it in his hands. He thought briefly about leaving. He could head for town and talk to whoever was manning the sheriff’s office, but this was his problem. The last thing he needed was to run into Logan Green and ask him to watch his back. The last time he’d talked to Logan Green, the man had been tortured and nearly killed by Alexei’s mob boss, buying Alexei time to save Holly. If Stefan Talbot hadn’t come along, he wasn’t sure Logan would have made it. No. He wouldn’t ask anyone to risk his life for him. If he really had people trying to take him out, he would have to consider leaving Bliss. He couldn’t risk Holly.
In one smooth move, he opened the door and got into a firing stance, his legs strong beneath him, both hands on the gun.
And sighed because his past was following him. And they were kissing on his bed. He now knew who had checked in while he was gone. “You could not make love on own bed?”
Michael McMahon rolled off his partner and looked up at Alexei with a grin on his face. “We’re lucky that was you and not someone else. One of these days they’re going to fire us.”
Jessie buttoned up her shirt. Unlike Holly, Jessie didn’t blush. She simply winked at Alexei and smoothed her straight dark brown hair. She was dressed in her normal uniform of slacks and a button down. Jessie dressed like she was one of the boys. It suited her slender, athletic build, but Alexei greatly preferred Holly’s curves. “Hey, Alexei. Surprised to see us? We were surprised you left.”
Was he surprised to see the US Marshals in Bliss? Not really. But he’d hoped they would just let him go. “The job was over. The trials are done.”
Michael was a former linebacker. He often told Alexei about his college days. He flexed his arms over his head, displaying a body built on broad lines. He was dressed in dark slacks and a button down, though it fit him differently than his partner/girlfriend. “Two of those cases are still on appeal. I explained that to you.”
Appeals. Yes. There was nothing appealing about the prospect. The appeals process could take even longer than the trials. It was a criminal’s last legal out. “I don’t wish to stay in Florida motel room for years waiting to see if criminals’ lawyers will get them out. I wish to get on with life.”
“So you traded a motel room in Florida for one in Colorado?” Jessie asked, a little smirk on her face. “That doesn’t make a lick of sense. And this place is so boring. I don’t get it. Unless, of course, there’s a girl involved.”
He’d never mentioned her name to either of his handlers. He’d kept that to himself. He’d erased her texts and burned her letters. He wanted no mention of her to come to anyone who might leak it. Now that the trials were done, he’d felt safe enough to find her. No one would care that Alexei Markov had disappeared into the west and found his wife. He would even insist that Caleb be the one to legally marry her so there was no record of his name linked with hers.
“Her name wouldn’t happen to be Holly Lang?” Michael asked.
“How did you know?” Shit. He’d fucked up. He’d known he couldn’t keep it a secret, had never meant to from the locals, but he didn’t want anyone outside of Bliss to really know about her.
Jessie looked at him sympathetically. “No one broods the way you did over anything but a woman.”
“I don’t know. I think I brood over many things. Dead brother. Many crimes committed in name of revenge. Lots of peoples wishing to eviscerate me.” He had many things to worry about.
“Yeah, you’re a walking mental health issue,” Michael replied, his dark head shaking. “But we always knew it was about a girl. We had your file, man. Holly Lang is a local waitress. You saved her life.”
“She is very nice lady.” He downplayed it. Let them believe he would have done the same for anyone.
“And you’re in love with her.” Jessie wasn’t going to let up. Alexei had often compared the slender brunette to a badger. She could be very mean and very stubborn when she got an idea in her head. “You’re here for her. And don’t think I didn’t know about the cell phone. I’m just a great believer in forbidden love.”
Michael sent a little leer her way. “She is. Now marriage is another story. She doesn’t believe in that at all.”
Dark eyes rolled. “Dude, seriously? You bring that up now? We would both be fired.”
“Or one of us could move to a different department, maybe something less life threatening.”
Jessie’s lips pursed. Alexei got the feeling this was a well-worn argument. “Sure you can. Enjoy the paperwork, buddy, because I’m not moving.”
Alexei reholstered his gun. He wouldn’t be using it this evening. “Please to be having relationship discussion later. Tell me if you’re taking me back into custody.”
He would have to find a way to talk to Holly. He couldn’t just disappear again. He couldn’t walk into her life, kiss her for all he was worth, and then step back out. It would crush her, and he couldn’t trust Caleb to pick up the pieces. Not yet. Caleb was like the nursery rhyme Humpty-Dumpty. He required piecing back together after a long fall. But Alexei couldn’t put him back together again if he was holed up in a motel in some nondescript city in Middle America.
“Technically, if you don’t want witness protection, we can’t force you into it. You’ve proven very valuable to the government, but not in an eyewitness fashion. If you choose to leave the program, we can’t stop you,” Michael explained.
“I choose to leave.” He breathed a deep sigh of relief. He’d done his duty by putting the criminals away. He’d saved lives by cutting their careers short. Now it was time to do his duty to Caleb and Holly.
“I told you we shouldn’t have called him Howard.” Jessie smiled at him. “We knew that would be your answer, but we’re here anyway. Look, we’ve grown to really give a shit about you. I think the judge is going to throw these suck-ass claims out, but if I’m wrong, we should know in a week or so. The brass doesn’t have to know you’re opting out. We’ll just say we’ve moved you to another location, and if these dirtbags get another trial, we go deep and take this Holly person along for the ride.”
“No. I do not wish this for Holly.” Holly would wither being forced to change her name and stay in cheap motel rooms, always hiding. And she wouldn’t go. She couldn’t live with never seeing her son again. “If I must go, I will go alone.”
“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” Michael said seriously. “We should know soon. In the meantime, neither one of us has mentioned your new home to anyone. Not even our director. You should be safe here. I take it you traveled under an assumed name?”
“Of course. I take bus. Not much securities on bus.” Just very smelly people. But when a person wanted to be anonymous, there was no better transportation than a bus.
“He’ll be fine, babe,” Jessie assured him. “And we’ll have a little mountain vacay. We’re in the room next to you. We can be here in two seconds flat. Well, unless Mr. Horny here has his way, and then it’s more like fifteen, twenty seconds.”
“Bitch.” But Michael said it with deep affection.
It hadn’t taken Alexei long to discover that the partners were more than mere friends. He’d spoken with Michael about it. They had only been lovers for a few months, but Michael loved her deeply, and Jessie seemed to feel the same way. They had acted very professionally while working, but Alexei could see that they were going to take advantage of their little vacation.
And he would take advantage of his.
Caleb cleared off his desk. He checked and rechecked his exam room. It was small and really the only neat room in his office beside the teeny tiny waiting room that almost no one used. No one waited in Bliss. In Chicago, he’d had a huge waiting room with perfectly designed furnishings. Every inch of that space had been modeled to give the patient a calm, peaceful place to wait while the doctor took his time. He’d paid a decorator a fortune to ensure that his office was the best. Well, his wife had paid a fortune. He’d never given a crap about any of it. He’d just wanted to work, but his wife and family had insisted that Dr. Caleb Sommerville have the most prestigious-looking office they could afford. Two years later, he was in a mobile hospital in Africa. Yeah. Caroline had loved that.
He now had two folding chairs and a whiteboard where people could sign up for appointments. More often than not, all that was on his board now was snarky little notes.
And now he was freaked out because Holly had never actually been in his office. He’d kind of avoided it. When he’d needed to be with her twenty-four-seven, he’d taken her on his rural rounds and then back to her place. He didn’t want her to see his office or the place he lived. It seemed like a stark glimpse into his soul. Yeah. ’Cause you’ve fooled her with your charming banter. She’ll be shocked to find out you don’t give a crap about decorating. Because she thought you were fucking Martha Stewart before.
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