of Katie, though. I went into the service and I heard she went to college. She was some kind of genius and we all thought she’d do something big with her life.
“Is the whole family there?” Sam asked.
“No, but she had a kid,” JD pointed out. “That’s big.”
“Hard to believe she never married.”
“Why is it hard?”
“You met her. You tell me. What’s she like now?”
Beautiful, thought JD. Kind and funny and a little bit vulnerable. Completely wrong for him in every way he could think of. The whole world was wrong for him, he reflected. That was the thing about what he’d done. He didn’t regret it for a moment, but now he was a misfit wherever he went.
To Sam, he said, “She seems like … a nice person.”
“A nice person. Oh, that tells me a lot.”
“Like I said, I just ran into her one day.”
“You could do worse than her for a neighbor, my friend.”
JD said nothing, though he nodded his head. Sam was right. Judging by their first meeting, she was exactly the kind of woman any guy would fantasize about, a combination of girl-next-door and pole-dancer. “I believe I’ll spend the summer minding my own business,” he said.
“Bull. I can hear it in your voice. You’re into this woman. I can’t help you out, though. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her. You’ll have to do the work yourself.”
JD knew a challenge when he heard one. “I’ll pass. That’s not why I’m here. Besides, my track record is … hell, it’s scary.”
“Aw, come on. Don’t dismiss the entire female race over a few stalkers and loonies.”
“That’s the only kind I attract. How’s my number one fan, anyway?” JD braced himself.
“She’s still on that extended vacation, courtesy of the District of Columbia. No word, so I assume the recuperation’s going well.”
JD eased a breath of relief from his chest. Ever since the incident, events and circumstances had been shoving him toward the moment of decision, when he’d finally shattered and begged Sam to help him disappear. A young woman named Shirlene Ludlow had cut herself on purpose and nearly bled to death, just so she could call 911 and get Jordan Donovan Harris to come to her house. Not long after, the call came from California. His mother was using again. That night, he’d realized that not only had his privacy been stripped away from him; he was actually a danger to people like his mother and Shirlene Ludlow.
“So your cover’s still working?” Sam asked.
“As far as I can tell.”
“I knew it would. Maybe Katie Livingston will make your exile less lonely.”
Or more apparent, thought JD. At least she didn’t seem like the type to slit her wrists to get a guy’s attention. “Not likely,” he said.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Sam asked.
“This is not supposed to be fun,” JD said. “This is supposed to be a way to get my life back, or am I stupid to think that’s even possible?”
“Once you’ve been named one of People magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful People, it’s kind of hard to return to obscurity.”
“Not funny, Sam.”
“Listen, I don’t blame you for being snake bit after what happened with Tina.” Sam had been with JD through the entire ordeal at Walter Reed. He had been the only one contacted after the incident. JD had no next of kin to speak of, none he would ever contact, not even in the worst emergency. “But something tells me Kate is nothing like Tina.”
JD knew damn well he wasn’t ready for a new relationship, but there was something about Kate that drew him, almost against his will. Something about who she was, her whole world, tantalized and tugged at him. He didn’t even know her, but it was remarkable how much he’d projected onto meeting her that one time. “She’s got some teenager staying with her,” he told Sam. “You know anything about a Callie Evans?”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell.” Sam paused to tell one of his preschool-age boys to get his hand out of the fish tank. “Ever heard of Walden Livingston?”
“No.”
“Kate’s grandfather. He was some kind of activist who became a cult icon in the sixties.” “Yeah,” said JD. “So?”
“So she knows a celebrity puts on his pants one leg at a time just like any other poor slob.”
“I’m not telling her,” JD said. Just the thought gave him flashbacks. After weeks of recuperation and physical therapy, he had looked forward to being discharged—both from the service and from the hospital. He planned a new life for himself—medical school, an old dream that had been resurrected by his brush with death. Becoming a doctor was something he always thought he’d do … someday. The incident with Muldoon was a stark reminder that it was a bad idea to put off “someday.” But once he was discharged, his troubles were far from over. In fact, they had only begun.
“You can’t stay underground forever.”
“Let’s hope I don’t need to.” JD got out of his truck and paced the parking lot. A family of four crossed in front of him, oblivious to his presence. The woman pushed a stroller while the man carried a small boy on his shoulders. They were laughing, and the boy was clapping his hands.
JD had seen families do terrible things to each other, and he knew love could turn to a poison as lethal as anthrax. Even so, there was a diehard inside him that could not stop wishing, hoping, yearning to be part of something bigger than himself—a family.
“You won’t need to stay away that long,” Sam assured him. “Your fifteen minutes of fame are nearly over.”
“Good.”
“You’ll start finding discontinued Jordan Donovan Harris action figures for sale on eBay.”
“Okay, now you’re starting to tick me off.”
Sam laughed. “Listen, enjoy the summer. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m good. In my dreams, I never imagined a place like this existed.”
“It’s something else, isn’t it?” Sam said. “Listen, quit worrying about the future. Everything’s going to be fine.”
His change in tone was so subtle that only JD, who knew Sam like a brother, detected it. “All right,” he said, pacing in front of his truck. “What’s going on?”
“You, um, remember Private Glaser?”
“Hell, yes.” Glaser was the first casualty he and Sam had treated together in the field. “Why would you.” He stopped pacing and shuffled through his mail, fury snagging in his chest when he opened a large manila envelope and found himself staring
