and he was the beast. With a face that scared Lizzy. He hated knowing his own daughter was frightened of him. Yet he couldn’t change who he was. Who he’d become.
When it was clear Jillian wasn’t returning to the kitchen to pick up the conversation where they’d left it off, he dumped the dregs of his coffee in the sink and made his way into his room.
Tomorrow morning, he’d have several decisions to make. They’d need a new place to go and they needed to air the truth.
If she was angry with him, then fine. He’d take her anger over her pity any day of the week.
Jillian fell asleep comforting Lizzy, only to wake up at dawn with a crick in her neck.
Stretching with a muffled groan, she eased out from Lizzy’s bed. She tiptoed out of the room to use the bathroom and then headed into the kitchen, shivering a bit in the cool air.
There was no sign of Hawk. Clearly, he hadn’t followed through on her request to call the police.
Even now his reluctance made no sense. But enough was enough. Better late than never, right? She went over to her purse and dug out her cell phone.
One bar, indicating the battery was nearly dead. Great. She didn’t have a charger and, from what she could tell, there wasn’t one around here, either. The place was comfortable but rustic.
She stared at the screen, wondering who would respond if she called 911. Surely not anyone from the Brookland Police Department, which was where the crime had taken place.
“What are you doing?”
Hawk’s hoarse voice was so unexpected she let out a yelp and almost dropped the phone.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.” She knew she sounded cranky, but seriously, the man needed to wear a cowbell around his neck.
“Don’t call the police yet. Not until we talk.”
Now he was reading her mind? Ugh. She turned the phone off to preserve what was left of her battery and tucked it into the pocket of her sweatshirt. “Talking isn’t exactly your strength,” she felt compelled to point out.
The right corner of his mouth kicked up in what may have been the hint of a smile. The first she’d ever seen from him. “Maybe not, but you’ll want to hear my story.”
His story? The one behind his scar? He was right about that, since she’d been wondering about his story for the past five months.
“Sounds like we’ll need coffee.” She moved into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. While she did that Hawk opened a cupboard and pulled out a box of instant oatmeal packets.
“This is about all I have on hand for breakfast,” he said, his voice full of apology. “Or we can stop for breakfast when we leave.”
“Leave?” Once again he knocked her off-balance. “Why are we leaving so soon?”
He didn’t answer right away, a trait that annoyed her.
“Well?” She pulled two mugs out of the cabinet and set them beside the coffeepot. “I thought you said we were safe here.”
He filled a teapot with water and put it on the stove. “We are, but it’s only a matter of time before they track us here.”
Her stomach clenched. “They? Who?”
“The men who came for you last night. They’ll find out my name and will search for my license plate number and for any other properties that I might own. That will lead them here, to this cabin.”
His words sent a chill down her spine. “Okay, now you’re scaring me.”
“I know. I’m sorry, but we’ll stay one step ahead of them.”
She poured two mugs of coffee and, since there wasn’t any milk, made do with adding sugar to hers before handing him the one that was black. Their fingers brushed and she was startled by the tingle of awareness she felt. What was wrong with her? This was the wrong time, wrong place and definitely the wrong man!
“You said we need to talk.”
He nodded before taking a sip from his mug. “It’s a long story, goes back a couple of years.”
“Okay.” She took a seat at the table. “I’m listening.”
“I used to be in the military,” he said, his blue gaze centered on hers.
“I thought so,” she said with a nod. “Just like James.” At his silent stare, she added, “My husband.”
“Yeah. Well.” Hawk looked away, clearly uncomfortable. “I—I did a lot of work that was considered classified.”
Just like James, but this time she didn’t voice the comparison out loud.
“I was on a team with three other guys,” he went on and suddenly a bad feeling came over her.
“You were with James, weren’t you? Is that what you’ve been trying to tell me? That you knew my husband?” She knew her voice was getting louder but couldn’t stop it. “All this time, you knew James but never said anything?”
“Jilly, please, just listen for a minute,” he begged.
She sucked in a harsh breath. “What did you call me?”
Hawk winced and blanched. “I—uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so familiar...”
“No.” She rose to her feet and took a step back from him, her mind whirling. He’d called her Jilly, just like James used to.
Then she remembered that brief moment in the bedroom when she’d thought Hawk was actually James. She stared at him, her thoughts spinning out of control.
“Jillian, I’m sorry to tell you like this. But I was sent on a secret mission, and me and my team saw something we shouldn’t have. We were flown home to be debriefed by the Pentagon, only there was a storm that took us further west. We ended up landing in Columbus, Ohio, and they stuck us in a small prop plane. We crashed in the Appalachian Mountains. Everyone died in the crash except for me. And I—” his voice trailed off for a long moment before he continued “—I was badly injured. I had no memory, no ability to walk, my face was damaged beyond recognition and I still don’t know how I managed to survive.”
“You—you’re James?” The blood drained from her face and she collapsed in the chair she’d just vacated. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m Hawk,” he corrected. “I didn’t even remember my name for a full year. I only remember watching hawks flying over my head for days on end, so that’s the name I went with. I picked Jacobson because I had some dim memory of my father being named Jacob.”
Her heart squeezed in her chest at what he’d gone through. Then she realized what he’d said. “But you did eventually realize you were James, right? And chose not to come home to
