Jill Shalvis - Out of This World

Marilee’s glowing smile slowly faded. “Um, did I neglect to tell you about our abilities?”

“Yes,” Kellan said. “You could say you forgot to tell us that. You could also say you forgot to tell us just about every damn thing.”

Axel unstrapped one of the two guns around his chest and handed it to Kel. “This might ease some of the pain.”

Kel took the gun, inspected the chamber, or whatever it was called. I had no idea how he knew to do such a thing, or why he looked so big, bad and tough as he then pulled the strap over his own shoulder. He lifted his head, his eyes sharp and focused, without an ounce of fun, easygoing guy in sight. “So you two are from…”

“An alternate plane, yes,” Marilee admitted quietly, slipping her hand in Axel’s. “Our abilities were stolen a few years back and never recovered. It happened in Gert’s place.” She paused, and brought shaky fingers up to her mouth.

“That’s why she still gets uncomfortable in there,” Axel said, and slipped an arm around her. “It was awful for her.”

“What happened after your powers were gone?” I asked. “You went home?”

“Not without our abilities. Can’t. So we stayed. Gertrude hired us.”

“And the whole pretend-you’re-not-a-couple thing? What’s that about?” Kellan asked.

“Oh, that part was real.” Axel’s eyes locked on Marilee’s. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth and kissed her fingers. “Until today.”

“While this is touching,” Kellan said. “We-”

“Have to go,” Axel answered for him. He glanced at Marilee’s watch. “Gotcha. Let’s get to the woods for the Sunday return.”

The thought of what lay ahead made me quiver. “We need the-”

Marilee held up the laptop. “Found it.”

“What about Serena and William?” Kel asked. “Don’t they have to be there to get their abilities back?”

Marilee and Axel looked at each other.

“Goddamnit,” Kel gritted out. “No more secrets.”

“Once the swap occurs, the pirates will leave you alone,” Axel said. “You’ll be safe.”

“We’ll be safe,” I said. “But Serena and William-won’t they be as good as dead?”

“Are they still in the house?” Kel asked me.

I looked through the floor beneath us. Blinked. “No.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Marilee said. “Please.”

We raced quietly down the stairs, toward the front door, and as we did, I looked behind us. Focused. “Found Serena and William. Curly has them outside Gert’s house.”

Kel looked at me, and I knew what he was going to say. I felt the same way, so I put the words out there. “We can’t leave them.”

Axel and Marilee stopped, and stared at me in shock. “But it’s you two they want. The abilities.”

It was one thing to be armchair brave-that is, while watching a horror movie and willing the stupid people to get out of the stupid haunted house before they got killed.

It was another entirely to be brave for real. To have to consciously make the decision not to walk away from someone you knew, someone whose eyes you’d looked into and whom you’d had conversations with…because if you left, they would die.

I couldn’t walk away.

And looking back at Kellan, looking into his eyes, I was grateful to see the same decision in his, that I wasn’t alone, that he couldn’t walk away either.

“We aren’t leaving them,” he said.

Axel sighed, and also stopped. “No. We’re not.”

“Let’s just get outside,” Marilee begged. “We’ll figure it out from there.” She reached for the front door, just as a bullet slammed into it, splintering the wood right over my head.

Moe.

Damn, almost forgot about him.

With my ears still ringing, Kellan shoved me out of the way, slamming me into the wall, covering my body with his own.

Given the cry I heard from Marilee, she’d gotten the same rough treatment from Axel. Axel, who knew Marilee loved him, and who, if things went bad today, would die knowing it.

I gripped Kel’s shirt in my fists. He had his back pressed to me, and was holding the gun in a terrifyingly fierce way, willing to protect me to the death. God.

With Moe coming down the stairs, covering the front door with his big gun, Kel grabbed me, yanking me under the stairs, then into the large reception room, toward the sliding glass door. Axel and Marilee were right on our heels. We ran out into the dark without meeting any pirates or guns, stopping at the far corner of the inn for protection, looking back at the building.

If I’d learned anything, it was that life had a habit of going the unexpected route. Today was no exception, and I had no guarantee on the outcome, no control, except over myself and my own feelings.

Which meant it was now or never. I looked at Kel’s profile, proud and tense. He was determined to see me safe, and all that I felt for him burst inside of me. No way could my feelings be attributed just to what had happened to us here this weekend. The feelings and emotions were far too deep for that. I had to make him understand before it was too late, before even this last chance was gone. “Kel.”

“Hang on,” he said, staring at the inn, at the open front door, braced for a fight.

“Kel.”

His jaw bunched. “Please, Rach.”

“About that whole me-falling-for-you thing.”

He never took his eyes off the door, but he whispered my name again, just my name, in a low, soft voice filled with regret. “No good-byes, goddamnit. We’re going to live to argue about this another day.”

“I know you think it’s crazy, me just realizing all these feelings for you. I know you think it’s because of the abilities, and your new muscles-”

Marilee let out a sigh of agreement, and I glanced at her. “Sorry,” she said. “Just agreeing with ya. He’s got muscles.”

“Hey,” Axel said.

“Oh, you do too, baby,” she assured him.

I let out a sound of frustration, and looked at Kel. “It’s not about how…how hot you are,” I insisted. “It’s about your insides.”

“Yeah?” He didn’t take his eyes or his gun off the inn’s door. “Then why didn’t you see it before?”

“Fair question,” Axel said, and at my long look, he lifted a shoulder. “Just saying,” he muttered. He went back to watching the inn with Kel.

“I didn’t see it before because I was stupid and selfish, okay?” I said to all of them. Sheesh! “Because I was scared. Kel-”

“You can’t even say the word, Rach. You can’t even say ‘I love you,’ so-”

“I love you.” Oh God. My throat closed up a little, but I didn’t choke. My eyes burned though, and I felt like both laughing and crying as I beamed. “See? I said it. And I meant it.”

“It’s the healing powers of the mountain,” Marilee whispered. “Don’t ever doubt it.”

Kel, stiff and still watching the inn, gave nothing away of his thoughts, the stingy bastard. “Yeah, let’s see if you still feel this way in five minutes, after the swap.”

He still didn’t believe me. Hurt, I fell quiet.

“Kind of harsh, dude,” Axel said to Kel.

“Jesus.” Kellan risked a quick glance at me. “We are not doing this now. Not with lives in danger. Not with an audience.” He shot a meaningful glance back at Axel and Marilee. “I mean it.”

He meant it. Kellan McInty putting his foot down. It gave me a thrill, which told me Moe must have hit me harder than I’d thought.

“Now can you all please shut up?” Kel said.

Whoa. He’d said to shut up. I had to be real hurt, because that got me, too.

“Hey!” shouted Curly from just inside the front door. “We know you’re out there! The two of ya with the abilities, drop any weapons and walk slowly toward the front door!”

“Burn in hell!” Marilee yelled.

“Way to keep quiet,” Kel said on a sigh, sighting the gun in his hands like he knew what he was doing.

“Now,” Curly yelled, and let off a shot that ricocheted far too close for comfort. I heard Kel let out a grunt of surprise, and Axel swore loudly and viciously as he got into a better position.

“Come on out!” Curly called, with what sounded like insane glee.

“Okay, change of plans,” Kel said to us, sounding like he was talking with his teeth gnashed together.

I glanced at him, but he was still giving nothing away. Damn him.

“Hey, listen up!” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear, including the pirates. “You’re going to send out your two hostages. Nice and easy. No more shooting.”

“And why would we agree to that, mate?” Moe called.

“Because then you get to keep your pretty teeth.”

I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that this tough-talker was Kellan-sweet, kind, gentle, talk-to-dolphins Kellan. Riveted, I stood there and watched him take over, falling even harder for the guy, if that was humanly possible.

“I’ll give you some time to think it over,” he called out.

“How much time?”

“Until the count of three. One!” He lifted his gun and sighted on the front door.

My God. He was serious.

“Two!”

“Wait!” Moe called. “Jesus! Don’t go off half-cocked now. We just want the abilities. Tell us where the laptop is, and we’ll swap, and then you’ll go free. Everyone will go free.”

Sounded good to me.

“Deal?” Curly yelled.

I could feel everyone holding their breath.

“No,” Kellan responded. “No deal.” And he aimed for one of the windows closest to the front door.

“Uh, Kel?”

“Not now, Rach.”

And then he pulled the trigger.

In that split second that the bullet shot out the window and glass sprayed, time seemed to stop.

Kellan stood there, feet wide, holding the gun, looking fierce and determined and outrageously tough. But even with his new strength, he’d remained true to himself. The old Kel wouldn’t have done anything differently than this Kel.

And now, because of me, we stood here in a no-win situation. Chances were, someone was going to get hurt.

Or killed.

Unless…unless I could face my fears once and for all, and commit, with my whole heart and soul. Commit to getting us out of here, commit to loving Kel for the rest of my life. I’d do both, I decided, and pushing past Kel, I ran out into the spot in front of the porch where everyone could see me.

“Jesus, Rach!” Kel started to run after me, but I whirled back and held up my hand.

“No, wait!” Craning my neck, I looked at the front door, knowing Curly and Moe were hanging on my every action. “This has to stop,” I called out. “We’re all armed. Someone’s going to die.”

Curly’s face appeared in the shattered window, his gun trained right on me. “Hey, hot stuff. We just want the abilities.”

“Then let’s swap,” I said. “Right now. We have the Blackberry. We can do the swap with that.” Or so I hoped.

Moe’s face appeared, and then Serena’s, with Moe’s gun in her face. “No funny stuff!”

“No funny stuff,” I promised, hoping I would be able to keep that promise, because I knew I couldn’t control the variables-meaning Kel, Axel and Marilee. I could only hope. I turned back to them, Moe’s and Curly’s guns making my shoulder blades itch. Axel held a gun in one hand and Marilee’s hand in the other. They were both looking at me as if I were crazy.

And I probably was.

But it was Kellan I wanted to reach.

At the moment, he was further from the San Diego dolphin trainer I’d ever seen, without an ounce of the easygoing, laid-back, slightly self-conscious guy I knew so well visible. He stood there, his dark shirt ripped, the cut on his face bleeding again, his eye swollen, his jaw bruised, every part of him streaked with sweat and dirt from the attic and from the climb down the side of the house. He held that huge, scary-looking gun as if he might use it at any second, his eyes dark and focused, his body tensed and ready for battle.

And I loved him.

The knowledge and epiphany were no longer so shocking. I loved him. I knew it with every fiber of my being.

It wasn’t this place or the “abilities,” as he thought, but the situation that had led us here, the experiences we’d shared. It was watching him be the man he was in shocking and extreme circumstances, all of which had taught me more about myself than I’d learned in my entire lifetime.

He was everything to me, and though he didn’t believe it yet, I knew now how to prove it to him. “Put down your guns. Everyone!”

“No,” Kellan said.

“No,” Curly and Moe said together.

“Fuck no,” Axel said.

“If you don’t,” I said as calmly as I could with panic shrinking my voice, “we’re going to stand here all night at an impasse.”

“What does ‘impasse’ mean?” I heard Moe ask Curly.

“How the fuck should I know?” Curly answered.