he’d been to the Sunshine State to watch his older brother get married. And it had been only a couple of months since Sam himself had been dumped by a California girl right here in South Carolina.
Karen Beckett. Just thinking of her set explosive charges off in his bloodstream. She’d stormed into his life and then stormed back out again, leaving it a helluva lot lonelier than it had been before her.
He wondered where she was now. If she’d evacuated. If she was scared. He laughed to himself at that last one. Karen? Scared?
“So,” the Sergeant said, splintering Sam’s thoughts and mentally dragging him back to the here and now. “Is there anything else you want me to do before I leave?”
“No,” Sam said with a shake of his head. “I’m going to walk the range one last time, but you can go.”
“Aye-aye, Gunny. Then I guess I’ll see you when this is all over.”
“I’ll be here,” Sam said. Hell, if he had his way, he’d stay put right here on base and ride out the storm. But when evac orders came down, you didn’t get a choice. You either evacuated as ordered, or you faced going up on charges for disobeying a direct order. “Say hi to Joanne.”
The man grinned. “I will. You watch your back, Gunny.”
“Always,” he muttered as the Sergeant turned and jogged down the muddy track back toward his still-flying hat and the parking lot beyond.
“Well,” he added to himself, “almost always.” One time he hadn’t watched his back. One time he’d let his heart rule his head. And that one time, Karen Beckett had hit him hard and low and left him bleeding.
Damn. He hoped she was all right.
Karen Beckett drove along the narrow, two-lane road, studied the traffic headed in the opposite direction and told herself it would be pointless to leave now. All she’d end up doing would be sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic. And wasn’t avoiding that kind of traffic one of the reasons she’d moved to South Carolina in the first place? Well, that and the fact that two years ago her grandmother had died and left the old family home to Karen. Giving her a perfect place to run when she’d needed to get away. When she had needed a place to hide.
She drew a mental shutter over that particular train of thought. Now wasn’t the time to revisit old heartaches. Now she had a hurricane to worry about. Though she still wasn’t entirely convinced it was going to hit. After all, this wasn’t the first time the authorities had shouted “Pack your bags!” only to change their minds an hour or two later. She glanced out her window at the brewing weather and the cloud-tossed sky. For three days now, the news had been doing nothing but tracking this nasty little storm as it picked up momentum over the ocean. Three days of warnings about possible evacuations. Three days of her friends and neighbors stocking up on everything from toilet paper to chocolate cupcakes.
But she’d been in South Carolina for two years now and she hadn’t had to run for the hills yet. Heck, she’d been in wind and rain before. El Niño back home in California wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Not to mention the earthquakes. Karen figured if she could make it through a 6.5 quake, she could make it through a hurricane.
“Yeah,” she said, encouraging herself. “I’ll wait it out awhile longer. At least a few more hours.” She’d spend some time gathering up whatever supplies she thought she might need and then leave. Maybe she’d miss most of the traffic that way. She only hoped she’d also miss the coming hurricane.
“Give me a good old-fashioned earthquake any day,” she muttered, and unwrapped a silver Hershey’s kiss one-handed. On either side of the road, tall trees blocked any further view of the landscape beyond. It looked as though she was driving in a green tunnel that was slightly smeared because of the rain cascading down her windows. The heavy thrum of the drops on the roof beat a tempo that seemed to match the rock and roll blasting from her car radio.
Popping the candy into her mouth and singing to herself, she passed the entrance to Parris Island Marine Corps base. Though she fought the impulse, her gaze shifted to the familiar gate on her right, anyway. Her heartbeat quickened as she glanced at that long, narrow road, with marsh and water on either side. The song died in her throat.
Stretching out for what looked like miles were at least a hundred buses, filled with Marines being evacuated off the base. She knew that Parris Island was a recruit-training depot, so she suspected that most of the men and women on those buses were still in boot camp and probably looking at this evacuation as a welcome relief from Warrior 101.
But beyond those buses, farther down that road, was one Marine in particular whose image leaped into Karen’s mind with the ease of long practice.
Even breaking up with Sam Paretti hadn’t rid her mind of him. It had now been two months, two weeks and three days since she’d last seen him. Not that she was counting, mind you. But time didn’t seem to matter. Apparently, the memory of Sam Paretti wasn’t one to die easily. At the oddest hours, when she least expected it, his face would pop into her brain, leaving her struggling for breath. She remembered his touch, his scent, his taste. She remembered it all so vividly. The few short months they’d dated and the ugly night they’d broken up. She still dreamed about those pale brown eyes of his and how they’d closed her out when she’d told him she didn’t want to see him anymore.
“Oh, man,” she whispered, and tore her gaze away from the base. Heart pounding, palms damp, she forced herself to stare straight ahead. She swallowed past the knot in her throat, then reached over and grabbed up two more pieces of candy. Thumbing off the foil wraps, she tossed them both into her mouth and chewed.
But even chocolate couldn’t chase away thoughts of Sam Paretti, Gunnery Sergeant Hunk.
And despite everything that had passed between them, she hoped he was all right.
Sam slammed the trunk hatch shut with a solid thump, walked around to the driver’s side door and got in. Firing up the engine, he listened to its perfect purr for a moment before pushing in the clutch and shoving the gearshift into first.
His headlights cut a bright swath through the dark, rainy night, illuminating the road ahead of him. The base was already practically deserted. Hell, it felt like a ghost town. Imagine, thousands of Marines running from a damn storm. It didn’t set at all well with Sam or with any of the guys he knew.
Married men he could understand. What man wouldn’t want to get his wife and kids to safety? But for guys like him, what was the big deal?
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he guided the car toward the main gate. A bloody shame that the powers that be couldn’t see that a hurricane would be perfect for teaching a survival course to the recruits.
Still shaking his head, he switched on the radio as he turned out onto the road that would take him to the highway and inland. Music blasted into the closed cab of his brand-new black SUV. Four-wheel drive, horsepower to spare, the damn thing practically grunted in pride as it rolled down the street.
“At least the traffic’s cleared up,” he muttered as he sped along the road, rooster tails of water flying up from beneath his wheels. Not many people were left around here, and at three-thirty in the morning, he had the road almost to himself.
Alone.
Well, perfect.
Karen turned the key in the ignition again and listened with disgust to the tired click, click, click that she’d been listening to for half an hour now. Her engine had inexplicably died, and now the blasted thing sounded more like a broken clock than a car. And because she’d waited for traffic to clear, she was all alone on a dark road in the middle of nowhere with a hurricane hot on her heels.
Life just didn’t get much better than this.
She grabbed a chocolate and ate it as she let her gaze slide across the darkness surrounding her. Rain still pelted her car with big, fat drops that splattered on her windshield. The wind had picked up slightly, sending the trees along the side of the road into a wild