none of your business, Tan.
He had no personal interest in Gunny’s daughter. He had no interest in romance, period. On occasion, he’d ask out a girl for a casual day of surfing or sailing, but he made it clear up front that he wasn’t looking for commitment. He’d already disappointed his father with his decision to forego college and enlist in the US Marine Corps. Trying and failing at the sacred institution of marriage would further damage Chin Tan’s opinion of his only son. Military marriages faced myriad challenges. When clandestine, dangerous missions were the norm, a husband and wife had to have a steel-tight bond to weather daily life.
Shaking his head at the direction of his thoughts, he refocused on the task at hand and moved to the guest bathroom. After more than an hour of cleaning, Audrey’s apartment held no signs of the break-in. A different layout than his, the space was feminine and breezy without being cluttered. Her sense of humor showed in her choice of wall art, which mostly consisted of whimsical animal paintings in vibrant colors. Unlike him, she’d taken the time to hang curtains and assemble pillows and rugs. He liked her style.
His stomach rumbled, and she heard it.
“I haven’t had a chance to shop for groceries, or I’d offer to cook supper.” Pulling off her ID, she dropped it into a ceramic fish-shaped dish. “How about I order takeout? Do you like Italian food? There’s a new place down the street.”
He was tempted. If they shared a meal, he’d have the chance to ask questions, to glean insight into her personality. That was the reason he had to say no. While her outward beauty attracted him, her innate kindness and sweetness of spirit appealed to his soul. Dangerous territory. Didn’t take long in his line of work to become hard and cynical. Digging in to God’s Word with a trusted group of military men had prevented him from becoming completely callous. He’d had trouble praying since the accident, however, and he certainly hadn’t opened his Bible.
“Mahalo for the offer, but I’ll pass.”
Was it his imagination, or did her shoulders slump a little?
“Maybe another time,” she said, her gaze direct and her voice even.
“You should stay with a friend tonight.”
“Then I’d have to explain why I need a place to crash, and I don’t want to drag anyone else into my mess.” Sinking onto the curved sofa arm, Audrey smoothed a wisp of dark hair off her forehead. It was a weary gesture that again evoked the urge to soothe and comfort. He strangled it. “He already got what he wanted. Without those notes, I have nothing to stand on.”
Julian took a few steps closer. “Your father—”
“Stop.” Her spine stiffened. “We aren’t going there.”
With effort, he held back his arguments. This was her life, her choices. “I wish you’d reconsider, but in the meantime, I’m here if you need me. Call. Text. Knock. I’ll help in any way I can.”
“Thank you, Julian.” With a sigh, she stood and led the way to her door, effectively escorting him out.
As he walked back to his apartment, he was surprised by how much he regretted not agreeing to eat with her. Had to be because he was worried this guy wouldn’t be satisfied with burying evidence and wouldn’t rest until he’d buried Audrey, too.
Audrey wasn’t answering her phone. Julian knocked on her door again, willing her to open it. He’d spent the night tossing and turning, entertaining various scenarios that made it impossible to sleep. She shouldn’t be alone. Alone, she was at the mercy of a would-be killer. He never should’ve agreed to keep this from her father. Gunny Harris lived for two things—his only child and the Corps, in that order. The emotional wounds would be beyond repair if anything happened to her. Harris would be a broken man, and Julian would be to blame.
He took the elevator to the ground level and entered the parking lot, tension tightening his shoulders at the sight of her older model Jetta. Cheering and whistles reached him from the activity fields between the apartment building and gym. A volleyball game was in progress. He wove through the vehicles to reach the spectators—out to enjoy the unseasonably warm weather—and spotted her at the net. The vise in his chest loosened.
She was fine.
She didn’t need him.
He started to turn away, to return to his apartment and another dull morning, which would stretch into a duller afternoon, when she leaped into the air and spiked the ball. He was accustomed to seeing her in hospital scrubs. Today she sported a white T-shirt, red shorts and red, black and white sneakers. Slightly taller than average, with a lean torso and long, tanned legs, Audrey was a neat package of athleticism and grace.
Julian drifted closer to watch the game. By the time it was over, he was certain she’d played on a college-level team. He would’ve put the question to her if he hadn’t been waylaid by a buddy from church who wasn’t shy in asking when Julian planned to return.
When he looked around again, most of the players and spectators had dispersed. Audrey must’ve returned to her place. Ignoring the odd sense of disappointment, he walked past the line of cars closest to the field. The one in the last slot caught his attention.
It was a sleek Mercedes with blacked-out windows. Because of its price tag, the vehicle alone was cause for a second look. The owner aroused more than mere curiosity. Steroid-sized muscles strained his designer suit. His face was mostly hidden by sunglasses and a bushy mustache. Because of his career, Julian had interacted with enough dirtbags to recognize the type. What was he doing at their complex? Running down some idiot who’d borrowed money from the wrong people? Checking up on a low-level drug pusher?
Their complex wouldn’t be considered ultraluxurious, but neither was it low-end. The monthly fee was affordable for single professionals and young married couples, and out of reach for the type of resident who’d dally in petty crime.
Unless...
Foreboding niggled at the base of his skull. What if the man was here for an altogether different reason? One involving a hospital cover-up?
* * *
Audrey carried the sack of volleyballs to the storage closet, her mind on a certain spectator who had shaken her concentration. She hadn’t been surprised to see Julian on the edge of the crowd, despite the fact he hadn’t shown interest in group activities before. Honor spilled through his veins, and duty was etched in his DNA. He’d assumed the role of protector because she was his superior’s daughter. She was an obligation, plain and simple. She’d been reminded of that truth last night, when he’d quickly shut down her offer. Sharing a meal would’ve meant they were more than passing acquaintances brought together by outrageous circumstances. Sharing a meal would’ve meant he was interested in getting to know her better. He wasn’t.
She embraced the disappointment, the sting of rejection. It was a timely reminder—her heart wasn’t ready for a relationship. Not even casual friendship, which she’d seen other women do but hadn’t ever experienced herself. She and Seth had been full-on serious from the start. The sad part? Audrey was fairly certain Julian would make a wonderful friend.
She moved past mirrored walls and
