
Not a Chance
S.C. Stephens
Published: 2011Tag(s): Drama angst adult crime romance
Not a Chance
Text copyright © 2011 by S.C. Stephens
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
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Prologue
Some places in the world have such gradual climate changes that they seem to spend the year in one perpetual season---it's always warm, it's always cold, it's always raining. Plymouth, New Hampshire is not one of those places. Each season is distinct, defined, and beautiful, in its own right. Summer, with its cool, bright blue days, drives families to spend their afternoons on lazy lakes or canoeing along the rising rivers. Autumn is truly a sight to behold with its fiery orange, bold yellow, and bursting red foliage that swathes the hillsides in an explosion of color. Winter coats the land in white, quieting the earth in its snow-filled peace. The icy insulation melts away as spring approaches, and the land, renewed and revived after its long slumber, once again begins to team with life...much like the poor girl dressed in a giant mattress costume across the street from where Makayla worked.
Makayla had been watching the girl for the past couple of months whenever work was slow. She'd been miserable and downtrodden when the weather outside had been near frigid. Now that it was May and the days were bearably warm, the woman, dressed in an outfit that Spongebob Squarepants would probably find appealing, seemed like the happiest gal on earth. The bright red lettering across the giant yellow rectangle of her costume let everyone know that her employer's prices were seventy-five percent less than everybody else's, and the girl seemed to take her message to heart, dancing and waving to anyone that would look at her.
While Makayla's job could be a little tedious at times, the costumed girl acted like she had the best gig in town. She acted like she wasn't strutting her stuff on an empty sidewalk, the people driving by only giving her cursory glances. No, she acted like she was front and center at a Mardi Gras parade.
Makayla momentarily envied the girl's exuberance. Maybe she could try and find a way to make her job more interesting, too. But how do you make being a bank teller more interesting? A smile crept across Makayla's lips as she considered one way. It would certainly liven things up if she made the customers retrieve their cash from her bra. Of course, it would then also be her last day on the job here at Bank of New England.
And Makayla liked working here, for the time being at least. It wasn't her dream job, by any stretch, but it paid the bills, and in tough times like these that was a good enough reason to stay in a career. And working where she did, Makayla saw the proof of that in almost every person that walked through the doors. Everyone seemed a little more...run down than they did a few years ago. Prices were skyrocketing, paychecks were getting smaller. The combination was aging the population. More and more Makayla spotted stress lines and gray hairs on clients that were way too young to have them. Just a few years older than her, really.
She worried about money, too, but working with it all of the time pushed it to the back of her mind when she left her job. Who wants to think about cash when you've been touching it all day long? But when she had to pass up on going on weekend getaways with her friends, or force herself to turn away from a thirty percent off sale at Coach, she felt the sting of recession. Makayla knew she was lucky though. She had a roof over her head, food on her table, and just enough spare change to fill her gas tank. She knew of several people that could no longer afford all three of those things.
A young man stepped to the edge of the rope line separating the customers from the tellers and Makayla warmly invited him to her section of the long counter. With a cute grin on his face, he slid over a paycheck that he wanted cashed before the weekend. Smiling as if he was the most important client the bank had, Makayla accessed his account, verified that he wasn't overdrawn, and opened her till to give him his money as he'd requested it---in three, one hundred dollar bills.
Shaking her head at the youth as she prepared his cash, Makayla hoped he didn't rush out and spend it all in one place. His bank account had been hovering in the two figure range. Honestly, if the boy were smart, he would have left it in his account.
As she started laying out the bills on the counter, counting them out for him and for the cameras recording every movement she made, Makayla noticed an elderly woman at the front of the rope line. She was stooped so low she was almost bent in half, and she was clutching a tin coffee can. Makayla suppressed a sigh. Ester was here to turn in her pot of bingo money. She showed up every couple of months with a container of coins and made the tellers help her count it out. That wasn't really what tellers did---the customer was supposed to have the coins rolled and ready for deposit---but the woman was sweet as pie and every person here obliged her habit.
Biting her lip, Makayla hoped the youth grabbing his wad of cash would take just a little longer, so her coworker would have to take Ester. Makayla didn't mind helping the brittle old lady, but she was already suffering from tedium on this Friday afternoon and was anxious to get home. Counting coins for an hour would only exacerbate the problem.
Makayla glanced at her coworker, Neil, right as he glanced at her. Smiling to herself, Makayla had to suppress a giggle---his counter was clean, and he'd have to take coin-lady. Neil twisted his lip and shook his head once he realized that he was about to be coin counting. Leaning into the divider that blocked off their work stations, he mumbled a dirty word to her.
Makayla smiled and turned back to the young man that was lazily leaving her counter. She giggled and waved goodbye while Ester shuffled over to Neil's window. She heard Neil greet her, and smiled that Neil sounded like he'd just won the lottery.
"Mrs. Williams! You're back! We've missed you around here. You really should pop in more often."
The rope line empty for a moment, Makayla twisted to smile at Neil. He was cringing slightly as he took the heavy canister from a beaming Ester. Aside from being her coworker, Neil was also Makayla's best friend---had been since college.
Neil was cute, by most girls' standards. With shaggy, dirty-blond hair and blue-gray eyes, he was what elderly women referred to as "adorable." He was slight for a guy, not much taller than Makayla, and he was pretty slim, too. He could eat anything and everything and not gain a pound on that trim body. Since Makayla struggled with keeping a slim waistline, it was incredibly frustrating to watch him pack away pizza slice after pizza slice.
But she didn't hold it against him that he had great genes. And aside from rocking a pair of fabulous dimples when he smiled, what had really first drawn Makayla to him was his personality. Neil almost always had a smile on his face and a kind word on his lips. If Makayla was having guy issues, school issues, family issues, or just...issues, Neil was the one that would sit and listen to her for hours. And, asked for or not, Neil would always offer up whatever advice that he could. Whether Makayla had broken up with a boy on his birthday, called her aunt a scheming trollop, or ratted out her dorm mate for cheating, Neil always gave his honest opinion and stuck by her side.
Makayla adored him for his endless friendship and loyalty. But Neil could be a snarky, bitchy, whiny little girl, too. And Makayla adored him for that even more. He was more than her best friend, more than her personal shrink, and more than her sidekick; he was practically family.
Listening to Neil sigh as the sound of change dumping filled the air, Makayla watched a woman filling out a deposit slip. The middle-aged woman was strikingly similar to Makayla. Fingering a long strand of her honey-brown hair, Makayla couldn't help but note that not only did they both have the same shade of hair color, but they both wore it straight down their backs and nearly to their waists. Idly, she wondered if it took the woman as long with her flatiron to make it so silky straight as it did Makayla. She spent almost thirty minutes every day to tame the natural wave in her hair. But she preferred it board-straight, so she took the time.
The woman also had small feet like Makayla. Small hands too. Makayla had lamented all throughout her childhood that she'd never be a pianist, not with her short, stubby digits. Finally done with her deposit slip, the woman turned around and Makayla finally spotted a difference between them. The older version of herself had been blessed with a DD chest. Well, blessed or cursed, depending on how you looked at it. Makayla could wear a B cup...on a good day.
And they seemed real too as the woman jiggled her way to the rope line. Unfortunately, Makayla had an eye for detail, and sometimes bouncing breasts were a detail her brain noted and stored. It was annoying that her mind catalogued such things, but helpful too, at times. She kicked ass at the game Memory.
A jingle at the door signaled the arrival of more customers. As she was taught, Makayla glanced at the doors, to greet the new arrivals with a friendly smile. What she saw though, made her mouth drop open, made her skin pale, and made her heart drop to the floor.
Three men in nondescript clothes walked in together. That wouldn't normally strike fear into Makayla's heart, except for the fact that these men were wearing ski masks. As she dumbly gaped at them, Makayla wondered where they'd gotten ski masks in this day and age. Do stores even still sell those things? Aren't they sort of a neon sign to sales clerks? Or maybe there's a store that caters to thieves---Robbers 'R' Us.
Just as Makayla was wondering if one of the masked men knitted in his spare time, her attention fixated on the more important aspect of them---they were armed. Just as her shaking fingers started to reach for the alarm button under the counter, a gun swiveled to point at her.
"Don't be a hero," the gunmen growled. "Hands up."
Like a bad western movie, Makayla complied and raised her hands. It was at this point that everyone else in the place seemed to realize what was going on. Neil paled and raised his hands too as one of the other gunmen pointed a weapon his way. Poor Ester looked like she might have a coronary. Patrons screamed and tried to run, including Makayla's doppelganger. The third man blocked the exit, though, and a raised shotgun stopped the bunch.
As employees and customers huddled and cowered, anger shot up Makayla's spine. How dare they! Who did these self-righteous, self-serving bastards think they were? Yes, times were hard. That was why Makayla stayed at a job she didn't overly love, and worked as many hours as she could. The idea of someone coming in and simply taking other people's hard-earned cash inflamed her.
While the gunman at the door started collecting purses and cell phones, the robber by Neil and Ester ran off down the hall quick as lightening. The guard on duty was down that hall. Somehow, the thief must have known that...the general public didn't. As the last gunman approached her booth, Makayla took in every detail that she could. It wasn't much: basic blue jeans that could have been purchased anywhere, black work boots that were way too clean to be anything other than brand new, and plain, white shirts under plain, black jackets. Aside from the masks and guns, there wasn't anything that special about the three of them. But there were details that their masks couldn't hide.
Height for example. The one blocking the doors was tall, well over six foot, more like six five. The other two were average, their heights clocking in at just around the six foot mark, thanks to the chart subtly marked beside the front door. Race. The one closest to her and the one that had darted down the hall were Caucasian. The last was so deeply tanned that he could have been any number of things from white, to Latin, to Islander. Eye color. The big guy at the door was too hard to read, and the one that had run away had moved too fast for her to see, but the set of eyes holding a gun in Makayla's face were brown. A particularly warm shade of brown.
Those eyes stepped closer to her as he lifted the muzzle of his gun so she was staring down it and not at him. "Money, in the bag, now!"
Makayla's momentary courage dwindled at the thought of a bullet streaking from that metal to lodge into her skull. She was pretty certain that she wouldn't survive that. She suddenly felt the urge to pee and minutely crossed her legs.
With shaking fingers she hurried to obey his orders. All of the employees were taught to not fight back. All of them were warned to not risk their lives and the lives of the customers over money. Makayla hoped that if she could do this fast enough, the men would leave satisfied, and without killing anyone. Makayla didn't want anyone's blood on her hands.
Yanking open the drawer, she stuffed all of the big bills she had into a bag that the robber pulled from his jacket pocket. The gunman that had disappeared down the hall soon reappeared with Ricky, the security guard keeping an eye on things in the surveillance room. So much for their protection. Makayla wondered if he'd been quick enough to call for help. Of course, Makayla also wondered how many books he read in a day.
Ricky was hustled into the lobby with the rest of the hostages. He was disarmed, a bruise blossoming on his face, and the robber made him kneel on the floor next to poor old Ester.
The criminal at Makayla's station calmly looked over at Ricky, then around at the other cashiers while Makayla shoved all of the hundreds that she had left into the bag. There was a few thousand in her drawer, in everyone's drawers. It wasn't going to give these robbers a chance to retire in the lap of luxury, but it would be a nice payday for an afternoon's work. Oddly, Makayla was glad for a moment that the young man who'd cashed his paycheck earlier had gotten out of here safe and sound. He had no idea how lucky he was.
When her drawer was empty, she tossed the bag at the robber. As the thief was staring at Neil, the bag hit him in the chest. He startled at the unexpected move and Makayla flinched, sure she was about to get a bullet in her heart. She hadn't meant to fling it. She'd just wanted it away from her. Surprisingly, the man only narrowed his eyes and shook his head, like he was exasperated with her. It was such an oddly familiar move that Makayla blinked.
As the man's hand reached down to grab the bag of cash on the counter, his sleeve slid up his arm. The dark fabric didn't move much, but Makayla could see the very edge of a tattoo peeking out from underneath it. On the inside of the man's wrist was a very small and very green four-leaf clover.
Makayla's eyes snapped up to the robber's. Their gazes locked as Makayla narrowed hers in anger. She knew that tattoo, and she knew the person it was attached to. Knew him intimately. He preferred to be called Chance, although that wasn't his God-given name. He'd been a fixture in her life for the past few weeks. Against her better logic, she'd started dating him, then even more stupidly she'd started falling for him. And he'd promised...promised...that he'd given up this life. He'd told her time and again that he wanted to change, wanted to be a better person, wanted to live on the straight and narrow...for her. But yet, here he was, calmly pointing a gun directly into her face and robbing her place of employment.
He was so dead when she got home.
Chapter 1
A Few Weeks Earlier
It was a blustery April evening in New Hampshire. The famous foliage of the acres and acres of Aspens throughout the rolling terrain had come and gone. The feat for the eyes drew thousands of tourists to the foothills of White Mountains, where the city of Plymouth was nestled. Once that display of nature's majesty had faded, a new crop of tourists had arrived, these ones harkened by the snow that blanketed the countryside. Now that the snows had left with the last chilly storm, the arctic crispness in the air mellowing to mere frigidness, trees were beginning to reawaken. Bright greens, pale pinks, soft yellows---everywhere around the countryside there were signs of new life blooming, new hope beginning.
The beauty and bounty of spring was awe-inspiring and undeniable...and for tonight, completely unnoticed.
Makayla cinched her jacket around her waist and quickly darted into the warm entrance of the movie theater, leaving nature where nature belonged, outdoors. Neil ducked through the doors after her, just slipping inside before the heavy doors banged shut.
Glancing back at where he'd been nearly sliced in two, Neil shook his head and exhaled. "Thanks, Mack."
Makayla rubbed her hands together, warming them as she looked back at her disgruntled friend. "Oops, sorry."
Laughing, Makayla grabbed his arm, looping hers around his. Neil mixed his cologne with a berry body spray. It sounded odd, but the combination was delicious. More than one of their coworkers had commented that Neil always smelled edible. Neil gave her a small grin as she leaned into his side. "I'll make it up to you...Raisinets or Goobers?" she suggested.
Raising a pale eyebrow, Neil gave her a charming, crooked grin. It was the grin that made all of Makayla's girlfriends let out a sad, wistful sigh. "No sane person eats a food called Goobers. Raisinets, silly girl."
Makayla laughed as she pulled him towards the counter. Laughing with her, Neil added, "Popcorn too." The smell of the freshly popped treat permeating the lobby made Makayla's mouth water and she nodded.
Sighing that none of the calories he was about to consume would show on his hips...unlike hers...Makayla placed their food order while he stood in line for tickets. After a rousing debate while getting ready, the pair had decided on a romantic comedy for the evening. Makayla wasn't fond of watching anything that involved romance when she didn't have a person to be romantic with, but Neil was a sucker for anything that featured Jennifer Anniston. He called her a goddess.
With food in hand, Makayla met back up with Neil. Holding out a ticket for her, he nodded his head at a hallway to their left. Shoving some popcorn in her mouth, the sweet, salty treat instantly making her thirsty, Makayla grabbed the ticket and followed him.
Passing a group of boys waiting for the 3D blockbuster starting in an hour, Makayla felt eyes on her backside. Clutching Neil's hand, she leaned into his side like they were more than just friends. Knowing this behavior well, Neil unlaced their hands and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Makayla gradually felt like she wasn't being ogled and stared up a Neil with a grateful smile.
"That's one of the best things about hanging out with you, you know. Guys tend to leave me alone if they think we're a couple."
Pulling her shoulder to him, Neil chuckled and shook his head. "You'll never meet a guy of your own that way."
Twisting her lip, Makayla grimaced. "I don't want a guy right now, that's the point."
Frowning down on her, Neil shook his head. "Well some of us do, and I'll never get a guy of my own if you're always acting like my girlfriend."
Sighing, Makayla released her friend. "Don't give me that. You know that the only reason you're single right now is because you are still hoping Adrian will call you."
Sniffing, Neil looked down as he opened his box of chocolate-covered raisins. "No I'm not. I'm so over Adrian."
Makayla tilted her head, remembering all the times she'd held her distraught friend over that failed relationship. "Sure," she whispered, patting his shoulder.
Giving Makayla a sad smile, he muttered, "Men suck."
Grinning ear to ear, Makayla nodded. "Yes, yes they do. Which is why I'll never understand why you wanted to see a romance tonight?"
Popping some candy in his mouth, the adorable boy grinned again. "I like romantic movies...they give me hope."
Rolling her eyes at him, Makayla yanked open the theater door. It was dark inside, the room half-lit as the mammoth screen in everyone's focal point played an endless loop of trivia questions. Grabbing Neil's hand, Makayla led him to the midpoint of the theater. Then she led him to the middle of the row. Being perfectly in the center was really the only way to properly watch movies on the big screen.
While she and Neil sat, talked, ate, and made some outlandish guesses at the first grade level trivia questions, Makayla scanned the room. It was a habit of hers, one she'd honed while taking a course on criminal justice in college. At the time, Makayla had fancied herself becoming a police officer. She still did, honestly. She'd even taken the exam. She'd passed everything put the physical. Moodily munching on a piece of popcorn, Makayla cursed the one aspect of the test that she'd failed, and failed miserably. Sit-ups. Sit-ups had been her downfall. Pressing her doughy abs, Makayla glanced over at Neil's trim stomach. He probably would have passed. Oh well, she was going to next time.
Makayla resumed her mental catalog of every couple inside the movie theater. She glanced up at the ones just now entering, noting the men that held their hands out for their dates to go first, and the men that just picked a row and sauntered down it, not even looking to see if their girlfriends followed. By a few disgruntled looks on the girls, Makayla was sure that a couple of relationships in this room would be ending soon, maybe right after the movie.
A lone person caught Makayla's attention. It wasn't unusual for a person to see a movie alone, Makayla did it at times, but it was sort of unusual for a guy to go to a romantic comedy by himself. Most men had to be dragged to them with a promise of sexual gratification if they sat through it. Well, that was Makayla's experience anyway.
The man looked around at the rows that were quickly filling up with people. Running a hand back through his hair, he chewed on the corner of his lip as he contemplated where to sit. Makayla's first impression of him was that he seemed like a straight-laced, nose-to-the-grindstone, never told a lie in his life, good guy. The sort of man you'd see mowing his neighbor's yard or spending an entire Sunday afternoon helping his grandma fix her leaky faucet. Just goes to show---first impressions can be dead wrong.
He had guy-next-door good looks---light brown hair cut in way that was stylish, but probably needed minimal to no upkeep. He was clean shaven and had an overall look of innocence about him, especially when he gave Makayla a small smile when he noticed her watching him. Makayla smiled back, a little caught off guard at how his appearance had changed. He was cute, definitely handsome, but when he grinned...well, he was sort of dreamy.
Apologizing to the people on the end of Makayla's row, he started to make his way down it. Makayla sat up a little straighter when she realized that the two seats beside her were the only free ones around. Who knew Jennifer Aniston could still pack them in?
Noticing her rigid posture, Neil asked, "You okay?"
Glancing back at him, Makayla relaxed. "Yeah, fine. How are the Rasinets?"
Rolling his eyes, Neil handed her a few. Chewing on the chocolaty treats, Makayla took the moment to ignore the cute guy walking her way. Really, it's not as if she never encountered attractive men. At her job at the bank, she helped good looking guys all the time. It was no big deal. She kept telling herself that, but her heart started thudding as she heard the seat right beside her being unfolded.
As a lean body sat down on it, Makayla risked a quick glance. Warm, brown eyes were staring right at her, along with that oh-so-attractive smile.
Indicating the seat he'd just taken, the man politely asked, "I hope you don't mind? The theater's pretty full."
The lights darkened as the room was prepared for the movie to begin playing. Heart hammering as his eyes stayed locked on hers, Makayla smirked. "Maybe you should get here earlier next time?"
The man's grin widened. "That's...good advice. I'll try and remember it."
His voice had a slight drawl to it. He didn't have any of the New England accents common in the area, so Makayla figured he wasn't originally from the area. Maybe from the south? Makayla bit her lip, imagining a noble, Texan cowboy by her side.
Smiling, she leaned back to watch the previews. Instead of listening to them though, she pictured the man beside her wrangling cattle atop a jet-black steed. She pictured him in dusty denims and a battered cowboy hat. Just for the hell of it, she imagined him chewing on a long blade of wheat. His mouth grinning around the thin stalk was extraordinary.
Looking over at the real life version of him, Makayla suppressed a giggle. Her fantasy version wasn't too far off the mark. While the real boy wasn't covered in a thin layer of dirt and wearing a hat of any sort, he was wearing worn jeans and a thin, white shirt under his jacket.
When the beginning of the movie started to play, Makayla glanced at the empty seat beside him. Why hadn't he sat there instead of right next to Makayla? Of course, there was an unhappy looking man in the seat next to the empty one. A man who looked to be about three hundred pounds. Maybe he'd just preferred Makayla's curves to that man's. Then again...he was watching a romantic movie by himself. Makayla rolled her eyes and glanced at Neil. The man was probably more interested in her best friend than Makayla. That would be just her luck.
Sighing, she looked back over to the man who was probably just as into guys as she was. Surprisingly, he was looking at her. Needing to know for sure, Makayla raised an eyebrow and nodded to the empty seat beside him. "Are you expecting someone?" she whispered.
The man frowned and looked at the seat next to him. It looked very lonely, folded up on itself. Looking back to Makayla, he leaned in. Their shoulders touched. "Yeah...but I don't think she's coming..."
His face saddened as he looked around the theater for his missing date. Makayla's heart soared that he had a female date. Although, that still didn't mean anything. In the back of her mind, Makayla was curious that she was already interested in this guy, since she had been completely serious when she'd told Neil that she didn't want a man right now.
Reaching over, Makayla patted his thigh. "Sorry you got stood up." He was so handsome, even more so with every second that she talked to him. It was a little astounding to Makayla that some woman out there had passed him up. Her loss.
He glanced down at her hand on his leg. Makayla felt a wave of attraction hit her as her fingers suddenly became overly sensitive. She was touching him, and she really wanted to touch more of him. She really wanted him to touch her. Having some self control, Makayla pulled her hand back.
Smiling, he looked up at her. The flickering images on the screen highlighted his face, deepened the color of his eyes. "Thanks," he whispered.
She really hoped he was straight.
Tilting his head at her, he asked, "Did you think I came to a romance alone, like I couldn't get a date?" He frowned; it was adorable. "Do I have loser stamped on my forehead?"
Glancing at his forehead, a slice of brown hair begging for her finger to brush it aside, Makayla shook her head. Leaning into him, she quietly giggled, "I wouldn't say loser, but you did get ditched." He frowned even more and Makayla moved a little closer to him, their heads almost touching now. "Actually, I didn't think you were a loser, I thought you were gay. I was going to try setting you up with my friend." She nodded back at Neil happily eating all of the popcorn.
The man's eyes widened, then he glanced over at Neil and smiled. "Friend...not boyfriend?" Makayla shook her head and the man's charming smile got a little bigger. "Well, good to know." He raised an eyebrow. "Thank you for the offer, but no, I'm not interested...in your friend." Feeling warmth throughout her entire body, Makayla straightened and tried her best to watch the movie.
As the movie played on, the crowd laughing and sighing at all the right moments, Makayla watched her charming neighbor. He bent down, like he was tying his shoe, and her eyes studied his back. When he straightened, he played with the sleeve of his jacket as he watched the movie with a slight smile on his face. Makayla had the oddest desire to reach over and hold his hand. Very strange. But she felt very comfortable sitting next to him. It felt natural. It felt right.
When she saw a peek of color on his wrist, bright even in the dull lighting, she finally reached out and grabbed him. Cupping his wrist in one hand, she traced the design of a four leaf clover with the other. He startled at her sudden move, but didn't pull his hand away.
Leaning into his shoulder, Makayla murmured, "A clover? Are you lucky?"
Smiling, he looked down, then back up at her. "I didn't think so...until about a minute ago." His fingers curled around hers as he stared at her. Makayla instantly forgot where they were. Absorbed in his eyes, she really couldn't remember much of anything. And considering how much she usually catalogued in her brain...that was pretty impressive.
Flushing, Makayla finally remembered that this man was a complete stranger. She politely, but firmly, removed her hand from his. He frowned, but let her go. It was hard to watch the rest of the movie. Makayla kept wanting to watch him instead. By the end of it, she vaguely remembered the sappy storyline and the happily-ever-after kiss.
Neil sighed in contentment. "Ah, that was great." He looked over to Makayla, a small, hopeful smile on his lips. "Ready to go?"
Makayla nodded, then reached down and grabbed her purse from the floor. She glanced over at the seat where her mystery man had been keeping her company, but it was empty, he was gone. As she stood up, she tried to find him in the crowd exiting the theater. She saw the edge of his jacket as he disappeared around the corner, but that was it. A small wave of disappointment washed through Makayla. She had kind of thought he might ask her out at some point, since whoever he was currently seeing didn't seem too interested. Maybe he hadn't given up hope on that relationship yet. Or maybe he'd just been flirting with Makayla, and it hadn't really meant anything.
But whatever the reason, he was gone now and she'd have to let it go. Makayla rolled her eyes as she moved up the aisle with Neil. It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't looking for a guy right now. Even still, she searched for him once she was in the lobby. He was halfway to the front doors, quietly and quickly heading out into the turbulent air.
Ignoring the clover-seared man who was leaving her life forever, Makayla twisted to Neil. "Hey, you want to get some coffee? Pie?"
Neil grinned at the word pie, but wisely said nothing. Makayla had plenty of time to work on body conditioning before her next physical exam for the police force. And right now, she wanted a slice of strawberry-rhubarb perfection. "Sure, Mack." Neil paused, then patted his pants. "I used the last of my cash on the tickets, though."
Moving her purse around to the front of her, Makayla peeked inside it. "Well, the snacks weren't as much as the tickets, so I still owe you a few bucks."
She started rifling through her bag as Neil muttered, "No, you don't have to do that. You hardly ate any of the snacks..." He clutched his stomach. "And I definitely ate a ticket's worth."
Frowning, Makayla ignored Neil's comment. She didn't keep a whole lot of stuff in her bag, but she still couldn't find the one thing she needed right now---her wallet. Digging in deeper as they walked to the exit, she shoved aside receipts, lip gloss, and an addicting book that she plowed into whenever she had a free moment...but no wallet. She didn't go for the typical mammoth creation that some girls used, the kind that was more like a purse inside her purse. No, she used a slim, practical version of a wallet that held her cash, her credit cards, and her driver's license---just the essentials---and it was nowhere to be found in her bag.
"Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, stopping dead in her tracks.
Neil took a step, then stopped with her. His pale eyes narrowed as he tried to read her expression. "What's wrong?"
With a blank face she looked up at him. "My wallet's missing. I had it to buy snacks, but now it's missing."
Neil glanced back at the concession stand. "Did you leave it?" He started taking a step that way "Maybe you dropped it?"
Anger burned through Makayla's belly. Shaking her head, she recalled with picture-perfect clarity just what she'd done with her money. "No, I put it back in my bag, right in-between my book and my photo of me and Ian Somerhalder."
Neil smiled. "God he's got great eyes."
He did. And Makayla had been swimming in those eyes last summer when she'd ran into the actor while vacationing with Neil in California. She'd gone all geeky-fan girl, but the photo she'd made Neil take was one of her prized possessions. Thank God it was still in her bag.
Pushing the magnificence of Ian Somerhalder from her mind for a moment, Makayla's intuitive mind snapped to the only logical conclusion. "That son of a bitch stole my wallet!"
"What? What son of a bitch?"
Makayla ignored Neil's questions and grabbed his hand. Her mind spinning, she rushed with her friend to the front doors. Maybe it wasn't too late to catch the creep. And it had to be him. He was the only one besides Neil that had come anywhere near her since the concession stand, and Neil would never steal from her.
Gritting her teeth as she hurried outside, Makayla spat out, "That ass sitting beside me!"
"That guy you were flirting with the whole movie?" Neil asked.
Makayla ran a hand over her eyes, feeling really stupid. "Yeah...that guy." Shaking her head, she suddenly realized when he'd done it. "He reached down to the floor at one point. I thought he was tying his shoes..." But no, he hadn't been. The creep had been stealing her wallet! And she'd flirted with him just moments later!
Makayla ignored the wind whipping her warm honey locks around her face and scoured the parking lot for any sign of him. He had to still be here. He hadn't been too far in front of them.
"Oh...that sucks, Mack."
Makayla glanced up at Neil's frowning face, then spotted movement over his shoulder. A burst of adrenaline shot through her when she saw the thief-next-door man. He was heading to a car at the edge of the lot. Apparently when you're late for a movie, you don't get the close stalls. Maybe next time the creep should arrive on time to his heist. No wonder his date ditched him...if he even had a date to begin with.
"There he is...come on." Makayla grabbed Neil's hand again and drug him to her car. Luckily, she had found a really good spot up close.
The wind whipping his clothes around his body, Neil resisted her pull. "Wait, what are we gonna do? Shouldn't we be calling the cops right about now?"
Sighing, Makayla manhandled her friend to the car. This was where his slight frame and her few extra pounds came in handy. "By the time the cops got here, he'd be long gone. And trust me, they're not going to invest a lot of time in finding a pickpocket."
Quickly unlocking her car, Makayla ducked into the driver's side and started it up. Neil was slower as he sat beside her. Seeing the man just now reaching his vehicle, Makayla smiled. This was going to be easy.
Neil bit his lip as he buckled his belt. "Well, couldn't we just let it go this one time? It's not like you had a wad of cash in there. Why are we risking our lives for twenty bucks?"
Backing out of the stall, Makayla frowned at her friend. "No, we can't just let it go. It's the principle of the thing, Neil. We can't let criminals think that they can get away with crap like this. Those who allow injustice to be done are just as guilty as the ones who commit it."
Exhaling in a rush, Neil dropped his head to the back of the seat. "Great, thanks...Socrates."
Neil looked around as they exited the lot. Makayla kept her eyes fixated on the thief's dark blue compact. Making sure she kept enough distance between her and the car, she followed it onto the main road. Neil fidgeted in his seat. "So what's the plan anyway? We follow him back to his...lair...where he pulls a gun and kills us both?"
Makayla flicked a glance at him. "No. You were right, I didn't have much cash. To make the theft worth it, he'll try and use one of my credit cards before I have a chance to cancel it."
Neil smirked. "Because simply canceling the card is what a sane woman would do...which is why you're not doing it." He looked at the brake lights of the thief's car in front of them and shook his head. "We're so going to die..."
Grinning as the rush of the chase filled her, Makayla rolled her eyes. "We're not going to die. We're going to catch him in the act so we can throw the full force of the law at him."
Neil shook his head ruefully. "I know you're all gung-ho about becoming a cop, but I still think we should let the people who passed the test handle this."
Makayla shot him a look. "Sit-ups, Neil." She shook her head. "I'll pass next time...besides, I'm better at this than half the guys on patrol."
Neil sighed. "Yes...but they have the weapons, Mack."
Keeping one eye on the man she was tailing, Makayla grinned. "Come on, Neil. Where's your sense of adventure?"
"I don't have one," he deadpanned.
Looking over at him, Makayla cocked an eyebrow. "You dated Derrick Kelly for six months...you so have one."
Neil grinned, his dimples showing. "Aah, Derrick...bastard."
They were silent as they followed the man, waiting for him to make a move with his loot. Just as Makayla started to worry that maybe he was going to take his chance on the credit cards in the morning, the car pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store. Makayla grinned. Neil sighed.
Watching the handsome thief jauntily walk through the front doors, Makayla popped her door open. Neil shook his head as he got out. "What's he doing here? Shouldn't he be at Best Buy or something, loading up on Plasmas?"
Shaking her head, a long, golden strand blowing across her face, Makayla said, "No, it's smart. He can use the automatic checkout. No one will even look at the card." Giving Neil a dour face, she added, "Besides, maybe what the perp really needs right now is groceries. Times are tough...even for criminals."
"Right..."
The pair walked through the automatic doors and Makayla looked around. The store was brightly lit, with advertisements everywhere proclaiming deals of the century. Makayla made a mental note that Häagen Dazs was half price---she had a feeling she'd need some after this. Even though it was getting late, the twenty-four hour store was bristling with people. She wasn't sure which way a burglar would go. Maybe the brazen boy needed to stock up on deodorant?
Seeing that Neil looked just as lost over where to go next, Makayla grabbed his elbow and pulled him towards the produce section. All they could really do was start at the perimeter of the store and look down every aisle, hoping they caught a peek of him. And if that failed, they could find a place to unobtrusively watch the checkout lines.
Keeping an eye out for the seemingly gentile southern man that had stolen from her, Makayla drug Neil around the bins of apples and oranges. Tucked into a dark corner of the produce section was the florist counter. Makayla wasn't sure why grocery stores sold flowers and balloons, probably so that procrastinating husbands could pick up an easy, get-out-of-jail-free card while they were out grabbing a gallon of milk...or a six pack of beer. For whatever reason stores thought to stock the section, they only had a person manning the counter during daylight hours.
Makayla glanced at the dark counter, already thinking of disregarding the area in her search for the man with the amazing grin. So seeing him sitting on the counter, idly twisting a rose between his fingers, was enough to make Makayla stumble.
The man had the audacity to give her that charming grin as she nearly fell flat on her face. Luckily Neil jerked back on her arm, keeping her upright. A righteous fire swirled in her belly as she stormed over to the man. He kept up his charming grin, swinging his legs over the edge of the counter like a five-year-old. Makayla wanted to make a big scene---publicly declare that she was putting him under citizen's arrest, maybe even wrestle him to the ground and hogtie him until the police came---but Neil subtly slowed her down, reminding her that they didn't know anything about this man, and while he looked unassuming, he could also be armed. She didn't want Neil's prediction that they were going to die tonight to come true. Neil would never forgive her.
Reminding herself to be as cautious as a real policewoman would be, she stopped several feet from the suspect. "I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you," she said, her tone remarkably even.
The man from the movie theater's grin widened as he set down the rose in his hands and hopped off the counter. Makayla straightened her back, but held her ground. Neil took an involuntary step away, but instantly came back to Makayla's side. He may not want to be here, but he'd never leave her alone in a situation like this.
"I can't believe you followed me." His grin not leaving him, the thief shook his head. "I've never been tailed by a girl before." He raised an eyebrow as he closed the distance between them. "You did pretty well, but I saw you early on. The key to it is following without mimicking. I could help you with that, if you like?"
Makayla blinked and shook her head. Did the person who stole from her really just offer to help her with espionage? Wanting to say yes to his help, since it might come in handy if she ever did pass the police exam, Makayla shook her head and extended her hand. "I just want my stuff back." She sighed that she wouldn't be able to catch him in the act after all. She'd really wanted to nail him with something big, not petty theft.
Noticing her sigh, the thief brightened. Looking between Neil and Makayla, he merrily exclaimed. "Oh, do you mean the wallet that you dropped at the movies?"
He reached inside his jacket pocket and Neil jerked Makayla back a step. Ice flooded Makayla's veins as she registered the movement---the thief was reaching for a weapon. He was going to shoot them right next to the "Get Well Soon" balloons...how ironic.
The man paused in what he was doing. An amused expression crossed his features as he pulled his fingers back out of his pocket. Makayla's wallet was tucked inside them, not a weapon. Feeling more than a little dumb, Makayla reached out to snatch it back from him. He nimbly pulled it away at the last second and she grabbed air instead.
Twisting his lips, he drawled, "Aren't you going to thank me for finding it?"
Narrowing her eyes, Makayla spat out, "You found it in my purse! You don't get kudos for that...you get arrested."
Still amused, the man crossed his arms over his chest. Makayla's wallet now rested near the man's heart...if he had one. "No, I found it on the floor." He tilted his head and a look of concern washed over his face. He looked innocent enough to fool even the most cynical jury member. "I looked everywhere for you, in the hopes of returning it." He shrugged. "You vanished on me though, so I had no choice but to hold onto it. I was going to turn it into the police station tomorrow morning..." He grinned devilishly, all trace of innocence gone. "Just like all good, law-abiding citizens should."
Irritated by how attractive that mischievous grin was, Makayla reached out and smacked his shoulder. "You left before us, jackass! We had to rush to follow you before the vapor trail vanished." Neil gasped at her hitting a potentially dangerous man. The thief however, smiled, amused again.
Extending his hand with her wallet, he shook his head. "Truth is in what you can prove, not what really happened. You need absolute certainty to plead your case. I only need a seed of doubt to refute it...remember that."
Giving him an icy glare, Makayla did make a note of that.
Once the wallet was back in her possession, Makayla opened it. Everything was still in it, even her meager amount of cash. Neil started pulling her away once it seemed that everything had been resolved, but the thief extended his hand again. Nothing was in it this time. "My name is Chance."
Makayla eyed the hand distastefully, like if she accepted it, he'd pick her wallet again. He chuckled at her reluctance and waggled his hand in front of her. Sighing, she let the edge of her fingers brush his hand---his was warm. "Chance? That's not a name...it's a card in Monopoly."
Chance laughed while Neil fidgeted. He obviously wanted to leave now, but Makayla couldn't yet. She was annoyed by this thief, yes, but...she was a little intrigued, too. "It's more of a nickname, I guess."
Makayla lifted an eyebrow. "What's your real name?"
Chance shook his head, his easy grin as casual as his light accent. "I'm not telling you that yet." He gave her an adorable, affronted expression. "We just met."
Makayla couldn't stop herself from grinning. Once the smile was on her face though, she instantly removed it. She shouldn't find a criminal amusing and charming. She should find him detestable. But he wasn't entirely unappealing....that worried Makayla some.
Seeing her smile, Chance added, "I'll tell you if you go out to dinner with me?"
Neil immediately interjected, stepping between Chance and Makayla. "She doesn't date felons."
Not looking too intimidated by Neil, maybe since he had height and weight on the slim man, and also, quite possibly a gun tucked on him somewhere, Chance shook his head. "Well, that's good news, because I'm not a felon." He looked back at Makayla. "No convictions."
Smirking, she shook her head. "Sorry, he's right, I don't date criminals."
Chance shook his head again. "I'm not a criminal."
"You stole my---"
"I found a wallet and tried to return it...not criminal."
Chance grinned at his logic and Makayla frowned. She knew that that wasn't what had happened...she just didn't have a way to prove it. But either way, she wasn't about to date this man...cute or not. Tilting his head, he gave her an expression that again made him seem completely incapable of doing anything illegal. By his face, you wouldn't even believe that he jaywalked. "I'm innocent."
Makayla scoffed and Chance smirked, his expression changing again. "Okay, maybe I just wanted your attention."
Makayla raised her eyebrow that he was sort of admitting he'd taken it. "Really?"
He shrugged. "Hard to say." Leaning into her, he added, "Aren't you curious to find out what makes a guy like me tick? Don't you want to...get inside my head? Think of how fascinating a date with me could be?"
Neil, still standing between them, pushed Chance's shoulder back. Chance straightened, giving him a blank look before returning his attention to Makayla. With an eyebrow raised, he waited for her answer. Makayla bit her lip. She knew it was an absolutely horrible idea---she could not seriously date a criminal---but his point did intrigue her. Maybe one or two dates, just for some insight into a deviant mind, would be beneficial to her long term goals. How better to catch the bad guys than to know how they think? What could one or two dates hurt? It wasn't as if she'd ever get serious with this guy.
Nodding, she spat out her cell phone number. "All right, one date...but that's it."
Chance nodded and tapped his head, like he'd filed her number away, never to forget it. Makayla wasn't sure if she'd just made a huge tactical error or not. Neil seemed to think so. He twisted to face her. "You can't seriously be---"
Chance cut them off as he started backing away from the argument that was starting. "Well, then, I'll call you later."
Watching him start to disappear, Makayla wondered if he really would call, if she'd ever see the thief again. A large part of her was okay if that happened, if he just vanished. A small part of her was curious about the man that laid behind those warm, brown eyes. "Do you even want to know my name...before you call?"
Grinning as he walked backwards, Chance shook his head. "Makayla Lewis. 899 Terrace Ln. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five foot six. One hundred and---"
Makayla held up her hand and sputtered, "Okay, I got it." She looked around after hearing all of the personal information from her driver's license being relayed to the world. No one was paying attention, though. Makayla wasn't entirely thrilled that a person with the propensity for stealing knew where she lived...or how much she weighed.
Her date hadn't even started yet and Makayla already had a bad feeling about it.
Neil sat beside Makayla in the car, silent. Well, silent except for the loud inhaling and exhaling as he struggled to get a hold of whatever hissy fit was threatening to take him over. Makayla bit her lip, wanting to tell him to be quiet. She could hear his question ringing in the air between them loud and clear---What the hell are you doing?
Makayla was wondering the same thing herself as she pulled away from that fateful grocery store. She'd certainly never expected things to go down that way. She'd gone into that situation thinking she'd help put a menace to society behind bars. She thought she'd come out of the incident looking like a vigilante hero. She'd definitely never expected to come out...with a date.
And the most troubling part was that she wasn't entirely sure why she'd said yes. He was attractive, sure, but Makayla wasn't the type to date the bad guy just because he had an alluring smile. She knew that sometimes you had to turn the other cheek when it came to dating. A tatted biker might be fine when you're trying to shock your parents as a teen, but Makayla wasn't about to let such a nefarious presence into her life as an adult. That was just...stupid.
And yet, she had.
Pure curiosity had driven her to say yes to his outlandish offer. And now he had her number to go along with the address he'd swiped from her license. If he turned out to be a really bad person, she'd have to move. Makayla hoped that scenario wasn't in her future.
Makayla sighed, breaking the silence in the car. "Go ahead and say it."
Neil instantly twisted to face her. "What the hell are you thinking? Have you gone completely mental? You cannot date this guy, Makayla!"
He exhaled in a rush, the relief of getting that off his chest evident in his features. Makayla cringed. "I know..."
Neil relaxed back into his seat. "Good...so you'll call the cops on this asshole...ignore him if he calls you?"
Makayla worried her lip, not sure if she'd do either of those things. Interesting. She'd been all for it on her way to the grocery store, but now that she was leaving the store, her attitude had changed dramatically. She'd just never expected a meeting like that. And the opportunity to delve into a mind like his... She had so many questions. Was he abused as a child and this was how he coped? Or had he gotten in with the wrong crowd when he was older? Had he really taken her wallet just to get her to notice him? But if that were the case, why had he been surprised that she'd followed him? Did he really get stood up at the movies? Did he have a girlfriend...?
"Mack, you are going to ignore him if he calls...right?"
Makayla glanced at Neil frowning at her. "Well..."
Sighing, he dropped his head back to the seat. "Damn it...I knew it." Crossing his arms over his chest, Neil shook his head. "I knew the minute I got a good look at him that you'd be interested. He's exactly your type."
Makayla dropped her jaw. "He is not, and that's not why---"
"He is so!" Neil twisted his head to her. "He's hot, Mack, that's why you're not turning him in."
Twisting her lip, Makayla resumed concentrating on her driving. "No, I didn't turn him in because he was right, I didn't have enough proof. And I wouldn't say he's hot...cute, but not hot."
Neil groaned. "God, you're in such denial right now. He's hot, you're attracted, end of story... "
Not liking the thought of Neil being right, of her hormones clouding her head, Makayla lifted her chin. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to talk to him. I'm not going to meet with him. I got my wallet back and that's all that matters. We'll just...pretend the rest of tonight didn't happen."
"Really?" Neil asked, his voice tentative.
"Yep," Makayla nodded. "We'll never see that thief again." Curious or not, Neil was right. That path was not a smart path. And Makayla was a smart, level-headed girl. At least, she liked to think she was.
\*\*\*
Safely concealed in a dark corner of the lot, Chance watched Makayla and her friend drive away from the grocery store. Shaking his head, he smiled as the honey-haired, blue-eyed creature that had completely taken him by surprise sped past his line of sight.
Chance had been having a tumultuous year, and hadn't really been sure that he'd wanted to do another job right now. Considering all he'd been through lately, he'd been tossing around the vague idea of retiring from his devious lifestyle; he'd even been unofficially out of the game for the last several months. But Garrett had found him and propositioned him with a con that was easy compared to his last gig. An afterhours bank robbery, an employee assisted inside job. Nice and simple. And maybe that's what Chance needed right now to get his head on straight...simplicity.
In a weak moment, Chance had agreed to swing through town and scope things out for Garrett. He hadn't given him a firm answer yet, but had been spending the last few weeks doing all of the research he could on all of the potential marks at the bank. Right away Makayla had been a standout. Chance had been following her for a while now, and had instantly been captivated. But attraction on his end wasn't a necessary component to manipulation, and he'd needed a bigger push to make the decision on whether or not to go through with this. Tonight had been the test, her test.
Smiling as he started his car hidden in the shadows of various low-hanging trees, Chance thought his first contact with her had gone remarkably well, better than he'd hoped. He'd imagined all kinds of responses that she'd have to his blatant thievery, but her jumping into her car and following him had not been one of them. If she'd called the cops, Chance would have known that she wasn't the right mark for the con, and he'd have chosen someone else, maybe the younger girl at the bank. If Makayla had simply cancelled her credit cards, Chance wouldn't have been too impressed, but he'd have grudgingly chosen her. He could have worked with that. And if she hadn't even noticed the theft at all, Chance would have sighed with boredom, called Garrett with his working terms, and proceeded to sleepwalk his way through the next few weeks.
But no, Makayla had done something completely unexpected and now she had Chance's complete attention. Now he was intrigued.
Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his cheap, disposable cell phone. He entered in Garrett's number and waited for the man to pick up. "Yeah?"
Chance frowned. Garrett wasn't exactly his first choice in partners. He was gruff, impatient, and more than a little crude. He lacked...refinement. But, as Chance was at a crossroads in his life, he ignored the distaste in his mouth and instead focused on the one thing he knew how to do, the one thing he was good at....his job. "I made contact...it's on, I'll take the job."
He heard a low chuckle on the other end. "Good. We'll get started on our end. I wanna hit this thing soon. She gonna take you long?"
Remembering the odd look of interest Makayla showed from the very first instant she'd spotted him, Chance shook his head. "No, no I don't think so."
"Excellent! I knew you were the right man for the job."
Chance raised an edge of his lip. "Remember, my cut is forty."
Silence, then, "Adrian's was less."
Chance smiled wider as he pulled onto the street that would lead him to his "temporary" home here in Plymouth. "Yeah, but Adrian turned his back on the job...and I'm the one that's going to get you in and out completely undetected...so my take is forty percent."
"Fine."
With that, the gruff man disconnected the call. Chance rolled his eyes. Nope, no finesse at all. But he didn't have time to worry about his new business partners. Chance had a con to prepare for, a not-typical woman to begin to seduce.
This was the part of a seduction con that Chance most enjoyed---a surreal form of dating, where he adapted himself to be whatever the mark needed him to be. It was all a matter of listening and reacting...playing, toying...acting all shy and nervous, unsure of himself as he tried to impress the girl. Maybe give her a little sob story, a little---I'm a victim of poor circumstances and I'm yearning to change, yearning to be shown the light of true love.
It was fun, and Chance had missed this these last few months. Yes, maybe getting back in the game was exactly what he needed right now. It would almost be enough to make him forget all of the crap that he'd gone through recently... almost. He doubted that he'd ever be able to completely forget...but he had to try.
Chapter 2
A Date with a Thief
When Makayla woke up the next morning, her thief was all she could think about. The way his lip curled up when he smiled---playfulness and deviousness masked behind an air of innocence. The way his eyes had watched her---warm, friendly, amused and most of all, intrigued. The way the slight accent on his words made her insides feel like taffy. The way their brief moments of connection had gotten her heart beating faster.
It had been a while since a boy had affected Makayla. She'd gone on plenty of dates, but nothing had held her interest for long. She just tended to find most men...a little boring. Maybe that's why her mind kept coming back to Chance. She had a feeling that, if anything, a relationship with him would not be boring.
But that was the problem. He was too far on the other side of the spectrum. She couldn't be with someone who would brazenly rifle through a woman's purse on the floor of a darkened movie theater. She couldn't be with someone bold enough to steal from someone a foot away from them. Someone who'd snatch her money one second, then give her a charming grin and a smooth pickup line the next.
If he had the stones to do all that...then who knew what else he was capable of? And would she ever know? Would he tell her everything if they were a couple? Would she believe him if he did? Could she ever really trust someone who was completely comfortable with lying, cheating and stealing? Besides, for all she knew, hers wasn't the only wallet he'd stolen last night.
Frowning, Makayla sat up. She shouldn't have let him go. He was a menace. She should have searched him. She'd had probable cause... Of course, she hadn't known if he was armed or not, and Makayla wasn't really a cop, even if she liked to pretend she was sometimes. No, she was a bank teller. A bank teller that needed to start getting ready for work. She'd done the right thing by letting Chance walk away.
Makayla rubbed her eyes as she stood up, wondering if she could scrub the image of his four-leaf clover from her vision. It was an adorable tattoo for a guy to have. She wondered what the story was behind it...
Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes. No, it didn't matter what his story was. She was not going to be curious about a boy that would probably clean out her house if he had the opportunity. Frowning, Makayla looked around at all of the valuables in her bedroom. The jewelry she'd inherited from her mother was strewn across her dresser, left out from rummaging through it last night before the movie. A laptop was on her nightstand next to her bed, an online novel that she'd fallen asleep reading still displayed on the screen. An MP3 player rested on her desk, a solid oak piece of furniture that had been in her family for generations. She kept a stash of emergency money hidden in one of its drawers. Makayla didn't have a TV in the bedroom, but the one in her living room was a full-sized big screen, a college graduation present from her father.
Now that the thief knew where she lived, Makayla started to wonder if she should tighten up her security. Maybe she should invest in a safe. He probably knew how to crack a safe, though. All thieves seemed to know how to do that...like there was a prerequisite safe-cracking course they all had to take. Right after Lock-picking 101 and How to Hotwire your Ride. Maybe she should add a deadbolt to the doors? Decorative bars on all the windows?
Just as she was wondering if she'd feel any safer living somewhere that more resembled an institution than a home, her purse rang. Blindly, Makayla made her way over to it. Floundering through the bag, she found the obtrusive, ringing cell phone and quickly answered the unknown number. "Hello?"
"Good morning! Is this Makayla?"
Frowning at the unrecognized voice, Makayla wondered if she'd just answered a phone call from a solicitor. "Yeah...who's this?"
A small chuckle met her question. "Did you forget me already? And I really thought I'd made an impression."
Makayla sighed. His comment matching with the slight drawl she'd just been thinking about not too long ago, she finally registered the voice. "Chance. Isn't it a little early for you to call? You wouldn't want to seem overeager now, would you?" Makayla swallowed, hoping her surprise wasn't too evident. She really hadn't been expecting to hear from him so soon. And she really hadn't planned on answering his call...she was pretty sure that had been her plan anyway. Too late now.
As Makayla sat on the edge of her bed, Chance laughed again. "It's never too early to call a beautiful woman. Besides, over the years I've learned that it's best to seize opportunities as they arise."
Makayla smirked. "Right...just like wallets."
Chance only chuckled at her comment, neither confirming nor denying the theft he'd partaken in. "You want to talk about that date now?"
Makayla sighed, not really wanting to talk about anything with this man. "Well, I could take you for a tour of the local precinct? You could start getting yourself familiarized. You know, for when you end up there."
"Or...we could go see another movie?"
Makayla rolled her eyes, reimagining the moment when they'd first met. "Right, so you can steal more of my stuff? I don't think so."
Chance didn't respond right away and Makayla got the distinct impression that he was stifling some laughter. She didn't particularly enjoy the fact that she was amusing to him. One, it would make it all the harder to shove him away, and two...well, nothing he had done to her so far was amusing. Except maybe the short time they'd flirted together, when she'd thought he was perfectly normal. "Look, this isn't going to happen, and I have to get to work, so why don't we just go our separate---"
"Where do you work?" he cut in, his voice bright and inquisitive, not in the slightest hurt that she'd been blowing him off.
"Uh, Bank of New England...did you hear what I said about this not ever going to happen?"
"Uh-huh, yeah, I heard you." Again his voice was irritatingly chipper. "So, you like working at a bank? I'd think it would get pretty boring."
Shaking her head, Makayla started to answer him before remembering that she didn't need to; she wasn't going to have any sort of relationship with this man, so he didn't need to know any pertinent details about her. Well, any more pertinent information. He already knew her name, weight, birthday, and now, place of employment. Oh boy, Makayla really hoped this guy was firing on all cylinders. The last thing she needed was some crazed, stalker-thief following her every move.
"You're not easily deterred, are you?"
Chance chuckled, and even that sound had a light accent to it. Against her will, Makayla was charmed by the sound. "No, I don't let myself think about the obstacles in the way if I see something that I have to have. And in the end...I usually get what I want."
Frowning, Makayla considered how devious that sentence really was. Yet another reason she couldn't accept an offer of romance from him...even if the memory of his grin was a pleasing one. "And now you want me?"
A pause on his end. "I'd like to get to know you better." He laughed. "Is that a crime?"
Makayla smiled, amused by his sense of humor. "Fine, how about Saturday?" She bit her lip and cringed. Damn, she really hadn't meant to agree to see him. Her curiosity was again overriding her common sense. She couldn't help but be intrigued by this seemingly normal man that led a not-so-normal life.
"Sounds great. I'll pick you up around six."
Makayla shot up off her bed. She did not like the idea of him at her home...even though he already knew where she lived. "Uh, wait, no, I'll meet you there..."
"Don't be silly, Makayla. A man should always pick up the woman. It's the polite thing to do."
Makayla sputtered on her words. A thief was giving her etiquette rules? Really? She had a snappy retort about politeness and wallet-snatchery, but Chance didn't give her enough time to collect her thoughts. "I eagerly await our evening, and don't worry, I'll plan everything. You just be your charming, beautiful self."
"No, wait, I've changed my---"
"See you Saturday! Have a great day at the bank, Makayla. Bye!"
He hung up before Makayla had the chance to finish her objection. "Shit..." She moved the phone to stare at the screen. What the hell just happened? How did she go from wondering if she should report him, to agreeing to see him? Damn that charming man. He could probably talk his way out of anything. God, Neil was going to have a stroke.
Shaking her head, Makayla tried to brush off the upcoming outing she'd agreed to. She did have to get ready for work. Besides, she could always conveniently not come home Saturday night. Maybe she'd have a sleepover at Neil's. Of course...Chance was a persistent sort of fellow. He'd probably just wait outside her home until she did get there. She could come back a week later and he'd just stroll up to her door and chipperly escort her out for the evening.
Hopefully his "planned" date didn't involve breaking and entering. Makayla really didn't want a rap sheet. That would make joining the force a little awkward.
Once she was dressed in her professional clothes, her long, board-straight hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, Makayla headed out the door. The coolness in the spring air cleaned Makayla's lungs. She breathed it in deep, the refreshment cleansing her tumbling thoughts.
Her home was a modest, reliable, one-level town house. Makayla had been drawn to the color when she'd been house-hunting. It was a yellow, but not a bright, garish yellow. No, it was the same pale shade as Easter eggs that had been lightly dipped in yellow dye. It reminded Makayla of her mother. She'd always preferred the muted tones of the pastel pallet, instead of the harshness of bold colors. Spring had been her favorite season to decorate for---when the world seemed to celebrate the subtle shades of life. Just looking at her home brought Makayla memories of the warm woman the world had lost, and, as she always did, Makayla felt closer to her as she locked the front door.
Her home was nestled in the middle of a cul-de-sac, similarly shaped homes on either side of it. The safety and security of being on a dead-end street had also appealed to Makayla. Maybe it was her police-like instincts, but she preferred to have her back to the wall so she could watch the exit. Her home felt that way, since there was only one way into and out of the neighborhood.
A lighter wind than the previous evening swished her ponytail in the air. Makayla pulled her jacket tighter around herself and hurried into her vehicle---a dependable, never-breaks-down Honda Civic that she'd had for at least ten years now. The car starting as instantly as she knew it would, Makayla headed out the few miles it took to get to her work.
Weaving through the streets of Plymouth, Makayla made her way to the bank. It was a relatively small business, more a local bank than a national chain, but it did have branches throughout the state. The emphasis here was on customer service, not outrageous fees and questionable home loans. The bank owners pushed the importance of interacting with the clients---knowing everyone's names, remembering their stories, treating someone with ten dollars the same as someone with ten million dollars. It was how the little business could compete in a world of huge corporations. Customer service. Truly a trait that was dying off in a sea of online social networking.
The belief matched Makayla's own, and the customer interaction was one of the things she immensely enjoyed at her job. Even though there were customers that pushed the limits of interactivity. She'd had more than one concerned older woman ask if she was ever going to marry and have children. One had even told her that a woman was of child-bearing years for only so long. Since Makayla was only thirty-two, still quite young in her book, she'd taken some offense to that. Besides, she was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason, and her single status was no exception.
And...she did have a date Saturday...
Pushing that thought from her mind, Makayla merrily shoved her way through the doors. Neil was already there, prepping his till for the day. He glanced up at her entrance and gave her a dimpled smile. Makayla smiled back and he switched his face to a frown. Makayla wasn't sure why.
She quickly put her stuff away in the employees' break room, then headed out to her station. Three or four coworkers stopped and chatted with her along the way. Makayla considered relaying her exciting story of tailing a criminal the night before, but ended up not mentioning it. Probably because the story hadn't ended in the best way. Most people wanted to hear about the perp being hauled off...not making plans for a date.
Sliding into her place next to Neil's, Makayla eyed him as he counted out his cash. "Morning, Neil."
He glanced at her, smiled, then frowned. "Morning, Mack," he muttered.
Makayla bunched her brows. "What's eating you?"
Neil stopped counting and sighed. Looking over at her, he raised an eyebrow. "You have the look."
Confused, Makayla shook her head. "Look? What are you talking about?"
Neil smirked and shook his head. "The a-cute-boy-called-me-and-I-have-a-date look." He raised his eyebrows, his blue-grey eyes inquisitive. "That guy called you...didn't he?"
Makayla bit her lip and turned to start counting out her own till. "Well..."
Neil sighed. Twisting to face her, he put his arms over the wall separating them. Leaning over it, he shook his head. "You said yes, didn't you?"
Makayla kept her head down. Sometimes it was irritating how Neil could read her like a book. She hadn't been sure if she was going to mention this morning's phone call to Neil or not. Just like usual though, Neil hadn't needed her to tell him. He just...knew. "I didn't mean to..." she whispered.
She saw Neil lower his head to the wall partition, then lightly shake it. Glancing up at her, he raised a lip. "I should have known better." Sighing, he lifted his head. "When's the big date?"
Makayla pursed her lips, not excited that her best friend had known that she'd cave into a husky voice and a warm pair of brown eyes. "Saturday..."
Neil nodded, not looking too surprised. "And...what crime will the two of you be committing that evening? Should I stay in, just in case?" He held his lips together to not laugh and Makayla frowned.
"No crimes will be committed in my presence." She swallowed, hoping that would be true. "But I have no idea what we're doing."
Neil smiled, then frowned. "I really don't think this is a good idea, Mack. You shouldn't see him."
Makayla stared back at her friend. "I know." She shrugged. "I'm just...so curious."
Shaking his head, Neil twisted back to his counter. "Well, you know what they say about curiosity."
She did, and she wasn't too thrilled that the old adage resulted in a feline's death. But that was the saying---curiosity killed the cat. Hopefully, in this case, that wasn't how things were going to turn out. She shrugged. "Well, it's just one date...what's the worst that could happen?"
A laundry list of worst-case scenarios filtered through her mind but she tried to block them out.
The next couple of days sped by for Makayla. Work kept her occupied during the day and hitting the gym kept her busy at night. She'd joined a gym to help maintain her weight, but had signed up for a personal trainer three times a week after just missing the academy's physical exam. Some of her friends told Makayla that she was too old to try and change careers now---which made Makayla wonder just how good of friends they were---but Makayla didn't buy that. A dream is a dream and it's never too late to pursue it. So she'd hired the Woman-from-Hell to train her.
Her name was Sofia, which Makayla always thought was a little ironic, since it sounded so much like sofa...and this woman clearly never had the time to sit on one. She was probably one of those annoying people who did squats while watching TV. Her arms, legs and abs were so cut, she seemed sculpted from marble instead of flesh and bone. She always kept her hair back in a tighter-than-tight pony tail---out of her way, so she could bench press unimpeded. And she wore a tiny pair of exercise shorts with only a sports bra for a top. Before joining the gym, Makayla had never imagined that girls went around wearing just a sports bra. She assumed people wore them under their clothes...they were called bras after all.
Saturday afternoon, just a couple of hours before her date started, Makayla was finishing up this week's session with the exercise-Nazi. The woman had a vice-like grip on her ankles while Makayla did her ten-millionth sit-up.
"One more set! You can do it, don't quit on me now!
Makayla wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't have the energy to make the movement happen. Wondering if exhausting herself before a date with a criminal was a good idea---what if they had to make a run for it?---Makayla forced her sore body to comply.
Once Sofia seemed satisfied that Makayla's muscles were rubber, she let go of her ankles. Makayla collapsed back to the mat and stretched out her aching body. Sofia hopped to her feet like the Energizer Bunny, all piss and vinegar, as the saying goes. "Great job! You're getting there, Makayla." She pointed at her prone body, her face stern and disapproving. "Now drink lots of water, and make every calorie you consume worth it. Remember...eat to live, don't live to eat."
Makayla sighed at hearing that mantra yet again. She tried to eat reasonably, but what was life without a Krispy Kreme or two? She only nodded to Sofia, though. There was no way she could tell the woman that she had a date tonight and dates usually meant nice restaurants, and no sane woman went to a nice restaurant and ordered healthy food. What was the point of that? If Makayla wanted plain grilled chicken and vegetables, she'd stay home. Any meal that included gratuity should be covered in cream sauce...that was her opinion anyway. She'd just work extra hard next week...
Wondering if working any harder was possible as she lifted her protesting muscles, Makayla stood up. Sofia giddily shook her hand, then twisted to find her next victim. Neil came up behind Makayla and started massaging her sore shoulders. Makayla dropped her head forward.
"God, I knew you were my best friend for a reason."
Neil chuckled, then slung his arm over her shoulders. "Well, try not to make me a friend-widow tonight, okay?" The dimple in his cheek faded as his smile faltered. "I really don't like the idea of you seeing this guy alone...maybe I should come with?"
Makayla sighed as she looped her arm around Neil's waist. Even slightly sweaty, he still smelled like berry body wash. God, why couldn't straight men take the extra effort when it came to personal hygiene? Most men that walked past her in the gym smelled like crusty socks that had been in the bottom of the laundry basket for a couple of weeks.
"It will be fine, Neil...I don't need a chaperone."
Neil twisted his lip. "No, but he does."
Smiling, Makayla patted his stomach. "And he will...I plan to keep a close eye on him all evening." She chuckled softly. "Hone my skills."
Neil rolled his eyes as he pulled away from her. "Well, just remember that you don't need to sleep with him to keep an eye on him."
Makayla dropped her mouth open and reached out to smack Neil. He nimbly stepped away. "Brat!"
Grinning, Neil shook his head. "Hey, I'm just dolling out friendly advice. You don't want to be easy, right?"
Crossing her arms over her body, Makayla frowned. "I wasn't going to be...easy. I'm not going all the way with him on the first date." Neil raised an eyebrow and she quickly added, "Not that there's going to be a second date or anything."
Sighing, Neil slung his arm back over her shoulders. "I'm just looking out for you, Mack. He's attractive and probably manipulative...and you've been in a dry spell lately."
Makayla glared at him but didn't have an argument. It had been a while...she couldn't even recall the last time she'd been with a man. God, that was kind of sad. Frowning more, she shook her head. "I do have a little will power, Neil."
Neil pulled her in close and kissed her head. "I know." Pulling back he added, "But don't shave your legs tonight...just as a precaution...okay?"
Makayla wanted to glare at him again but ended up laughing instead. It was a woman's tried-and-true method to not having sex on a first date. What girl wanted a guy's first experience with her to include stubble...yuck. It was enough to damper even the hottest moment. Not that Makayla planned on having any hot moments with her thief. Lord knows what he would steal.
Slapping Neil on the chest, she dramatically sighed, "Fine, I'll remain au natural tonight. Will that satisfy you?"
Neil chuckled. "Yes, I've seen you au natural and no man will go near you like that."
Makayla tried to smack him again, but Neil expertly detached himself from her and fled into the men's locker room. Yep. Neil could be as sweet as pie, or as bitchy as a diva. Grinning, Makayla shook her head and headed to go clean herself up.
An hour or so later, Makayla was wrapped in a towel, staring at her closet. She didn't even know where they were going, so how did she know how to dress? Glancing down at her legs, she cringed. A dress was definitely out, since her legs had been neglected so long that stubble was no longer an issue. She had a nice winter coat growing in. Ugh, seriously she needed to do something about that soon. But when you live alone and sleep alone, who cares how hairy you get?
But she'd told Neil she'd leave it for now, and she planned to...it just limited her fashion choices. Unless she wanted to flashback to the eighties? Wear spandex tights under her dress? And sneakers...of course. Rolling her eyes, Makayla started shifting through her outfit choices. Deciding she didn't owe her pickpocket anything fancy, she picked out a pair of black skinny jeans. Well, they were black, but had a slight sheen to them. With the right top, they could probably pass as a suitable outfit if they went somewhere nice. And if they did, Makayla was ordering lobster...thief-boy deserved that. Besides, his credit card was probably stolen.
Sighing, and wondering for the millionth time why she'd agreed to this, Makayla slung on her nicest, laciest bra. It was sort of an odd choice, since she didn't plan on showing it to him. Maybe it was because the lower half of her was so un-presentable that she wanted her upper half to be spectacular. Maybe she could wear a top that just hinted at the erotic fabric. Tease him...just a little.
Smiling, she found a top that wrapped around her troublesome abs, effectively hiding them. It also plunged deeply in the front and if she bent over just right, the lacy cups of her bra would show. There...perfect. A little bit of sex appeal that hinted at something glorious...something he was never going to have. At least...not this night.
Makayla shook her head. No, not any night. She was going on one date, to satisfy her curiosity, then she was out. She'd wash her hands of the man and his sordid lifestyle. She didn't need his drama...whatever it was.
Dressing in comfortable shoes, since she didn't want her feet to be aching---like every other part of her body---Makayla headed to the bathroom for her agonizingly long routine of straightening her hair. It was a pain, but when her honey-brown locks fell in a perfect line from her head to her mid-back, she felt it was worth it.
After perfecting dramatic, evening eyes, Makayla studied herself in the full length mirror attached to her bedroom door. She smiled at her appearance. The shimmer in her jeans matched the silver-gray of her top, which all complimented the smoky, come-hither eye shadow. Not to be conceited, but she thought she looked hot. Eat your heart out Chance...or whatever the hell your name is.
Sitting on her couch at quarter to six, Makayla waited...and waited. At quarter after six, Makayla started to wonder if her thief was punctual for anything. Then she started to wonder if he'd blown her off. Oddly, she was offended by that, instead of relieved. Tapping her foot as the minutes ticked by, Makayla wondered if she should call him. Maybe he'd forgotten and planned a carjacking this evening. Maybe she should turn on the news...see if he was late because he was in the middle of a high speed chase. She could probably forgive that excuse.
Just as she reached for the remote, her doorbell rang. It rang so infrequently, she jumped. Closing her eyes, she breathed out a quick exhale. Dang, being jumpy was no way to start a date with a crook. No, she needed to be extra alert tonight...let no move go unnoticed. If he did anything wrong---anything---she wanted to witness it...so she could testify in court.
Makayla stood and smoothed her flirty top. She waited a few seconds before walking over to the door. Like Neil said, she didn't want to appear too eager. Counting to ten with her hand on the knob, she finally opened it. Chance was waiting patiently, red roses in his hand. He extended them to her immediately.
"I'm so sorry I'm late...something came up."
The flowers vibrated in his fingers as he shifted his weight between his feet. As Makayla watched, his throat swallowed a couple of times. She thought she spotted a few slight red lines along his jaw, like he'd cut himself while shaving. His smile was soft, repentant, as was his eyes, but beneath that, he seemed...nervous. Even his southern drawl had an edge of nerves to it.
Makayla smiled demurely and took the peace offering. It gave her stomach a warm glow to think that he was nervous about spending time with her. Weirdly enough...she wasn't nervous. Well, she was nervous that she might be put into a situation where she'd be smothering herself in mud to evade a pack of police K9s, but she wasn't nervous about him anymore. Hmmm, interesting.
"It's okay, I'm just finishing getting ready." Makayla swished her hand into her home. "Come inside?"
He nodded and seemed to relax a little. Smiling at him as he walked past her, Makayla noticed that he was dressed similarly to her---nice, but comfortable, jeans, a dark, fitted button-up over the top of them. He looked like he could take her somewhere bordering on fancy...or the park. She also noticed that his shirt was flat and tight to his body...no belly bulge there. Hmmm...
Biting her lip, she secretly checked out his backside---also very nice---and closed her door. "I'll just finish getting ready and get my stuff. Make yourself at home."
He twisted back to look at her and gave her a grin---that grin---the one that had first intrigued her. Surprisingly, Makayla's heart sped up and she wondered if maybe she should have ignored Neil's suggestion and shaved her legs anyway. She supposed she could really quick...
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she motioned to her sofa. Chance looked back at it, then back to her. As he shifted to sit down, his eyes dragged down her body. Makayla suddenly felt like the sexiest creature on earth. The hairiest, yes, but the sexiest too. Sniffing her flowers, she quickly left the room...before she attacked him.
Back in her bedroom, she leaned against her closed door. Wow, it had been too long since her last date. She needed to pace herself. Hearing some noises from her living room, Makayla straightened. Damn it. In her small moment of sheer lust, she'd forgotten just what Chance was---an untrustworthy crook. She'd just left a thief alone in her house. He was probably rifling through her valuables right now!
Grabbing her jacket and purse off of the bed, Makayla darted back into the living room. Chance was ducked down in front of an antique armoire that Makayla had tucked in a corner. The doors were open and his hands were deep in the back of it. Pure fury poured through Makayla. How dare he! She had left him alone in her home for five minutes and he was already robbing her! And what did he think he was going to take---her fine china? What was his plan on smuggling that out undetected?
He straightened as she approached, his back to her. Makayla reached out for his shoulder, preparing herself to hold him against the wall until police arrived. Grabbing the firm muscle, she jerked him around. He grunted at the unexpected move, nearly dropping what he was holding in his hands.
"Whoa, you startled me, Makayla."
As Makayla held his shoulder, he nimbly caught the pilfered item---a vase, a crystal vase. Bunching her brows, Makayla asked, "What are you doing?"
Chance held the heavy object up to her eye level, then pointed at the flowers still clenched in her other hand. Smiling, he shook his head. "I was getting a vase for the flowers." Cocking an eyebrow, he added, "Unless...you wanted to take them with us?"
Makayla blinked and released his shoulder. "Oh..." She supposed that made sense...and was sort of sweet.
Chance laughed a little then frowned. "What did you think I was doing?" Makayla bit her lip and felt a flush creeping into her cheeks. Well, honestly, she thought he was going to try and rob her blind. Hearing her unspoken thoughts, Chance sighed. "You thought I was what, stealing from you? On the first date?" Makayla didn't answer and he smirked. "Wow, pretty low of me."
Twisting her lips, Makayla pointed a finger in his chest. "You did steal from me the first time we met. It's not such an unreasonable assumption."
Chance smiled and shook his head. "I'm not here to rob you, Makayla." Grabbing the flowers from her, he tilted his head and subtly flashed his eyes down her body. Makayla's sharp vision caught the move though, and again her heart rate increased. "I'm just here to show you a good time, to get to know you...okay?"
Makayla sighed as he walked into the other room...the kitchen. For a moment she wondered how he knew that her kitchen was that way. Had he staked out her place beforehand? But then she figured he'd just made an educated guess. He'd watched her walk back to the bedrooms...most homes had the kitchen located just opposite. It really wasn't rocket science.
Following him, she muttered, "Fine..."
He smiled over his shoulder at her, then filled the vase with water. After spreading the flowers out into a beautiful arrangement, he twisted to face Makayla. "Ready?" he asked, extending an elbow to her.
Curling her lip into a one-sided smile, Makayla nodded, put on her jacket, and then looped her hand through the space on his side. Wondering if she was mental, Makayla asked, "And what exactly are we doing this evening?"
Chance smiled down at her. "Something I think you'll enjoy." He laughed. "Since you seem to like adrenaline." Makayla frowned and shook her head and Chance smiled wider. "Well, you did chase down a potentially dangerous individual, did you not?" Makayla bit her lip and looked away. Chuckling, Chance added, "And I saw your face...you got a high from it."
Makayla threw a smirk his way, then chuckled herself. "Well, maybe a little..."
Leading her back towards the front door, Chance nodded. "Like I said, I think you'll enjoy this."
As they climbed into his car, Makayla couldn't help but wonder what "this" was. But more than that, she couldn't stop herself from watching Chance, and not just the, I'm-going-to-finally-catch-you-in-the-act watching that she had fully expected to do this evening. No, she was watching him like a person dying of thirst watched rain falling from the sky. She wanted him. Some sick, twisted part of her body wanted his body to explore every inch of her. She wasn't sure why she was so attracted...whether it was her lack of attention lately or the adorable way his lips moved when he spoke, but regardless, the attraction was there, and it kept her in a state of hyper-awareness the entire drive.
When his car stopped and Makayla noticed where they were, she started laughing. "A traveling carnival?" She twisted to face him. "Really?" A full blown carnival had set up shop in a parking lot of a gargantuan church. Makayla hadn't ever actually gone to a carnival with a date. She'd gone with Neil or girlfriends, but never with a date. It seemed surprisingly wholesome.
Chance smiled at her laughter, turning to face her. "Sure, what better place is there to spend an evening than the top of a Ferris wheel?" His eyes drifting over her face, he added, "Besides, if you ask real nice, they let you go on the rides over and over without getting off." He raised a lip, his eyes playfully suggestive. "I like the instant gratification."
Makayla wanted to frown. Really, he seemed to like instant gratification entirely too much, but his face was so intriguing, she held her breath...and leaned towards him. She was surprised that she was already offering herself to him. She was even more surprised that he didn't take the initiative. His breath was a little heavier, but instead of closing the distance between them, wrapping his lips over hers, he shifted to open his door. "We should go...we'll want to get the most of it before they close."
Shocked at herself, shocked at him, Makayla quickly opened her door. "Yeah, okay."
The chilly, early evening air snapped Makayla out of her steamy thoughts and she was instantly grateful that they were spending the night outdoors. And instantly grateful that her coat was lined with down. Chance waited for her at the front of his vehicle, his hand extended. Makayla took it, noting that his palm was warm, even in the cold air. Cuddling into his side, their hips brushing together, they walked towards the entrance.
The first thing they chose to go on was the hastily constructed roller coaster. Well, it seemed that way to Makayla. Since she knew it was taken apart and then reassembled several times a year, it didn't seem safe. Even though it was ridden on hundreds of times a day and had to pass all sorts of inspections, it wasn't the most sturdy-looking thing. Whenever she'd been to carnivals like this in the past, Makayla had always felt like the roller coaster was going to shake apart while she was at the very highest point. But that was part of the appeal---the inherent danger. As she adjusted the heavy bar over her lap, Makayla wondered if Chance was right, maybe she was an adrenaline junky.
As the car started rolling forward, the other few patrons on the ride squealed in delight. Chance grabbed Makayla's hand. She smiled up at him as the car started its incline, an incline that seemed deceptively steep for the ride's relatively small size. The heavy motor kicked in as it pulled the ride practically straight up. It clicked with a fast rhythm that matched Makayla's heartbeat.
As the anticipation of the rush started to build in her, Makayla squeezed Chance's hand. Smiling, his eyes as bright with excitement as hers, he leaned down to her ear. "I'm very glad you said yes."
Just as she was about to respond, the cart reached the apex and started its plummet to the other side. Her words caught in her throat, then erupted into a scream. Laughing and screaming simultaneously, she clenched Chance's hand as they were whipped up and down, back and forth. By the end of the ride, Makayla had the sort of feeling that she imagined people had after a near-death experience---excitement to be alive, a bond of shared survival with the other passengers, and a feeling of trust and familiarity with Chance, her co-pilot in her dance with death. True, it wasn't that dangerous, and she hadn't nearly died, but the feeling was the same, she was sure.
Since only one or two people wanted to come onto the ride, the attendant let anybody who wanted to stay have another turn. Even though there were several other rides they wanted to try, Chance and Makayla stayed where they were. Instant gratification and all.
"I'm glad I said yes, too."
It was the last words Makayla spoke before they started their death defying plunge again.
After a few more terrifying and exhilarating rides, they paused to get something to eat. And since carnival food was notorious for being about as unhealthy as food could get, what they ended up snacking on was battered and fried elephant ears and butter and jam-covered scones. Makayla knew she was going to regret it the next time she met up with Sofia, but for now, the calorie-laden food was pure heaven.
Popping a section of cinnamon-coated perfection into her mouth, Makayla glanced at Chance walking beside her. "So...why did you steal from me?"
Glancing back at her, Chance grinned before munching on his own piece. "You're still assuming I did." Lifting his eyebrows, he gave her his innocent look. "Don't you believe my side of the story?"
Makayla twisted her lips. "No, I don't. I have a very good memory and I know that my wallet was safely tucked in my purse...right next to my book."
Smirking, Chance added, "And a photo of Ian Somerhalder...interesting choice."
As he was chuckling to himself, Makayla smacked his arm. "You did take it!"
Stopping, he looked back at her with a frown. "Hmmm, yeah, I did...I'm sorry."
Shaking her head, Makayla sighed. "So, why did you do it? We were talking, having a nice time...maybe even flirting..." She looked down, then back up at him. "Then you stole from me?"
Sighing, Chance looked over the park, at the few stragglers enjoying the last hours of the evening. "I didn't plan it...but...it was so easy and right there and I just...couldn't not take it." He looked back at her, his warm brown eyes confused. "I don't expect you to understand, but...it was nothing personal."
Makayla set her lips into a hard line. "You couldn't stop yourself? That's not very comforting." He shrugged, looking down at their feet. Sighing, Makayla grabbed his hand. "Did you lie about everything? The movie...the girl? Did you go there to steal from people and I was just the lucky target?"
Chance snapped his eyes back up to hers. He didn't answer her right away and Makayla felt the ice in her stomach again. Swallowing, she waited for him to either admit the truth to her, or completely lie. For once, Makayla wasn't sure which one she wanted to hear.
Flicking his eyes between hers, Chance let out a slow exhale. "Makayla, I don't...my life is...complicated. I wish I could give you an easy answer. I wish I could tell you that everything I'd said that night was true, that I really had been running late to a movie, that I really had been blown off by a girl." He swallowed, his eyes shifting to gaze just beyond her shoulder. "But...it's not that simple...and I don't think I can explain it to you in any satisfying way." He glanced back at her, his eyes remorseful. "And I know that I'll probably never see you again because of that...and I'm really sorry."
Makayla felt her eyes water as she searched his face. Why couldn't he just be the man he'd described? Why couldn't he be as honest and decent as he seemed on the surface? Why did he have to have a dark side, a side he clearly didn't want her to see? Why did someone so complicated have to make her stomach flip-flop?
Shaking her head, she whispered, "Can you at least tell me if there's another girl in the picture?"
It seemed the smaller issue, but a valid one. If he was sort of involved with another woman, Makayla should know...not that she wanted to be involved with him after tonight...or did she?
He smiled, his face relaxing. "Yeah, I can tell you that much, I guess." His fingers coming up to brush her cheek, he whispered, "There is no girl."
Makayla felt warmth and ice flood through her. There was no other woman in his life so he was open to her...but...he'd just confirmed that he had lied that night, at least about one thing. And there was probably more that he'd lied about...a lot more.
As much as Makayla wanted to turn away, she wanted to lean in and feel his lips. It was an odd gut-wrenching feeling and she ended up doing nothing. Nothing but holding still while the back of his finger stroked her cheek. His eyes seemed glossier as he watched her confused reaction. Sighing, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."
Makayla nodded, then did something that surprised herself. Knowing she should walk away now, now that he'd admitted deception, she ended up lacing her arms around his neck and pulling his body flush to hers. He stiffened in her arms, seemingly just as surprised as she was, then he melted into her embrace. Holding her tight, he let out a shuddering breath and dropped his head to her shoulder. Makayla closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his body fill the ache in her heart, an ache she hadn't even realized had been there.
She had no idea what she was doing. All she really knew was that she was being incredibly stupid. But there was something about him...something dangerous and secretive...but warm and caring too. He was the most dichotomous, duplicitous person she'd ever encountered. It mystified and thrilled her...yet, terrified her too. How could she ever trust him when he couldn't even admit the truth to her in a satisfying way?
"Thank you for giving me a chance, Makayla," he whispered in her ear, his accent curling around the words.
Smiling softly, she pulled back to look at him. "Well, it is your moniker, right?"
He grinned and shrugged. Makayla thought to ask him his real name, but instead asked, "Your accent is wonderful...where are you from? Texas?"
"Close." Chance grinned, seemingly happy that she had guessed almost correctly. "Oklahoma." He tipped his head, like the southerly gentleman he could seem to be at times.
Butterflies swarmed her stomach as she gazed at him. Oddly, knowing where he was from made her feel closer to him, like she was finally getting to see something real from him. And really, that was the whole point of her agreeing to this crazy evening in the first place. She wanted to understand how a man like him thought. How he could do the things he did, justified his actions. He wasn't exactly opening himself up yet, but it was one small fact that Makayla had squeezed out of him...and she was sure more would follow.
The rest of the evening was a pleasant blur. Late in the night, when the carnival closed up, Makayla and Chance stumbled to his vehicle. Makayla surprisingly didn't want to call it quits yet, but knew she had to. She was also a little surprised that he hadn't done anything the least bit criminal. Well, okay, she wasn't sure if he'd swiped the flowers that he brought her, but she'd watched him closely around other people and hadn't seen him pick any pockets. Maybe he was good enough that she wouldn't notice, but, Makayla didn't think that was the case tonight. She felt like he'd actually behaved himself. She even still had everything in her own purse. Even her picture of Ian.
Once back at her cheery, yellow home, Chance walked Makayla to her door. Very conscious of her fuzzy legs, Makayla bit her lip and tilted her head towards her living room. "Do you want to come in...for a little bit."
Chance smiled, maybe remembering how different her attitude towards him was from the beginning of the evening, when she'd practically accused him of vase-thievery. "Sure...for a little bit."
They stood in the middle of her living room for a moment. A tension started building...a good tension. Makayla slinked off her jacket, setting it on the couch with her purse. Chance left his on, not acting presumptuous in how long he'd be staying by removing it. Makayla liked that he didn't automatically assume that her invitation to come inside was also an invitation to her bed. Sometimes come in for a little bit, meant exactly that. But she licked her lips as she moved to stand before him.
"I had a good time tonight," he whispered, leaning in like he might kiss her.
Makayla looked down, breaking the moment, even though she really did want him to. "Yeah, I did, too." Surprisingly, she meant it. She had had a good night. Even if she had been worried about him doing something illegal the whole time.
Makayla heard him chuckle and peeked up at him. Chance grinned at her answer. "You sound surprised. Were you expecting to have a bad time tonight?"
Makayla smirked. "I was sort of expecting to wind up in jail tonight."
Chance raised his eyebrows. "Wow, maybe I should have let you plan the date. Yours sounds much more interesting than mine."
She smiled. "No. Your date was just fine."
Chance gave her a soft, charming smile. He still looked like he wanted to kiss her. He made no move towards her, though. Instead he tilted his head, indicating the door behind him. "Well, I should go..." He raised an eyebrow. "I know what you think of me...but...can we do this again sometime?"
Biting her lip, Makayla smiled. His eyes locked onto her mouth. Feeling her face flush, she looked down again. "Yeah, I think I'd like that actually." She knew it was stupid and foolish, but there it was.
As she was looking down, she felt him come closer. Her heart started thudding. Before she could look up, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. She felt heat course through her body at the contact. Bad decision or not, Makayla couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him.
Makayla glanced up when she felt his body moving away from hers. "Goodnight, Makayla," he whispered, his fingers dragging down her arm as he stepped towards the door.
A rush of longing hit Makayla, and even though she knew it wasn't a good idea, and knew that she'd have to excuse herself for an obscene amount of time to take care of her messy legs, she grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. He looked back at her, questioning and desire clear in his eyes. Chewing on her lip, wondering, again, if she had completely lost her mind, Makayla pulled on his hand. He willingly stepped back towards her direction. When he was close enough, Makayla reached up and slinked her hand around his neck. She pulled his hand around her waist, and his head down to hers.
Chance exhaled as his eyes stayed focused on her mouth, as their lips got closer together. Makayla could barely hear anything above the noise her hammering heart made. He paused when their lips were so close that Makayla could almost feel him already. His breath light on her lips, he waited another long second; the anticipation was enough to make a whimper escape Makayla's throat.
He swallowed, then let his head finish drifting down to hers. The sweet softness of him closed around her and Makayla's eyes fluttered shut. It had been a while since she'd felt the heat and warmth of another person against her. It had been even longer since she'd felt more than just warm lips pressed against her.
She let go of his hand, hers running up his back as their kiss deepened. Chance's hands tightened around her waist, pulling their bodies flush. Warmth oozed throughout Makayla's body as his masculinity enveloped her senses. Her fingers threaded back through his silky hair and an erotic sound of approval escaped his lips when she lightly grazed her nails along his scalp. One of his hands left the curves of her hips, lifting up to cup her cheek.
Tilting his head more, he lightly stroked his tongue along hers. It was more than she'd intended to do tonight, but as desire pooled in her, it suddenly didn't feel like enough. Not sure what she was thinking, or if she even was anymore, she reached down to tug on his jacket. Stepping backwards, she pulled him with her. Their mouths never separating, they haphazardly made their way down the hallway that led to her bedroom.
When they got to the door, Makayla kicked it open with her heel. She was already tearing off his jacket when he kicked the door shut with his foot.
Chapter 3
Be Careful
Makayla took forever to stir to life the next morning. She felt worn out from the night before. Odd, but understandable, since she hadn't dated in a while, and she had maxed out her body with Sofia pre-date. And the end of last night had definitely been a long time for her. In fact, she could scarcely remember the last time she'd made out with a boy.
Stretching out her still aching muscles, she reached a hand over to feel the warm body beside her. She was almost surprised to feel Chance still lying next to her. She'd sort of thought he'd take the moment of her unconsciousness to bail on her. It gave her delightful butterflies that he'd stayed.
Her hand drifted over his rising and falling chest. Twisting around, she looked over to the silent, sleeping man occupying her bed. A soft light filtered in from her windows, highlighting one side of his face. His lips were partly open as he breathed the long inhales and exhales of slumber. His full lips were an almost irresistible invitation. She resisted the movement, not wanting to wake him, but thoughts of his mouth on hers made her smile.
Reaching up, she ran a finger down his cheek. He was slightly stubbled, already needing another shave. She traced his jaw line, the beauty of his structure apparent to her. Sitting up, she longed to see the deep brown eyes he was currently hiding from her. She could wait, though. Instead, her eyes drifted down his body.
He was fully dressed under her covers, much like she was. They'd both fallen asleep that way, after a rousing make-out session that had ignited her body with need and desire. She'd surprised herself by not caving into it, and had even told him no when he'd tried to unbutton her jeans. It had nearly shocked her when he'd accepted her answer without complaint. He'd seemed content to just kiss her and feel her body over her clothes.
When the moment had boiled to a point that was nearly too much to handle, they'd both pulled away...then cuddled under the covers and fallen asleep. Makayla had felt his desire for her, and had known that he'd wanted her, but he hadn't again tried to press her to go any further, and she found herself really respecting him this morning. Kind of funny, to suddenly respect the morals of a thief.
He inhaled a deep, awakening breath as she reminisced over their evening. Cocking a brow, he slowly opened an eye. Makayla smiled at finally seeing what she'd wanted to earlier. "Good morning," he whispered.
She smiled wider. "Good morning yourself."
His smile languid and sleepy, he wrapped his arms around her. "I think I could get used to waking up like this." Pulling back, he shook his head. "I've never slept with a girl on a first date...well, not slept-slept anyway."
Makayla laughed and ran a hand back through his hair. "Me either...it was nice."
Leaning down, she softly placed her lips on his cheek. Once they separated, she bit her lip. "So...Chance...do I get to know your real name yet?"
Chance smiled, adjusting himself on her pillows. "I suppose that's warranted...since we have shared a bed together." Makayla laughed and he closed his eyes, smiling. Just when she thought he was going back to sleep, he opened his eyes. "My name is Colton, Colton Burke."
"Well, Colton...it's nice to meet you."
He chuckled underneath her, closing his eyes again. "Keep calling me Chance...nobody calls me Colton."
As Makayla studied his face, she asked, "Why do you go by Chance? How did you get a nickname like that?"
The soft smile on his face relaxed into blankness. Opening his eyes, he stared off to the left of Makayla's vision. He shrugged. "It's a long, slow story..." His eyes drifted back to hers. "I don't want to bore you with it now...maybe later?"
He lifted a questioning brow and Makayla smiled. "Okay, some other time then." Chance smiled at her answer and rolled her to her side, so they were facing each other. Makayla reached up and threaded her fingers back through his dark hair. Even though she barely knew him, even though having him in her home was a bad idea...let alone having him in her bed, Makayla felt completely comfortable lying beside him, like she'd been doing it her whole life.
Grabbing his arm draped over her waist, she brought his wrist up in between them. Exposing the clover tattoo on the underside, she said, "Maybe later you can also tell me why you got this?"
Laughing, Chance lifted his arm closer to his face. "Oh, that one's easy..." He peeked up at her. "I was hammered...thought it looked cool."
Makayla brought her fingers to her mouth to try and stifle her laughter; a couple of chuckles escaped her anyway. "So, no deep, hidden meaning behind it?"
Chance grinned, enjoying her amusement at his expense. "No...just lots of Jager."
Makayla gave up on trying to contain her laughter after that. Leaning down, she lightly placed her lips along the bright green, permanently embedded ink on his wrist. "Well, it's appropriate. You should count yourself lucky...you could have woken up the next morning with something far, far worse on your body." She laughed again, remembering a story she'd heard back in college about some guy discovering that he'd gotten a phallic symbol etched on his shoulder blade while he'd been obliterated.
Pulling her into his body, Chance leaned over to place his lips along the soft spot at the base of her neck. "I'm starting to consider myself very lucky," he murmured against her skin.
The spot was like a cattle prod to Makayla's libido. She inhaled a quick breath and squirmed a little beside him. Yeah, if he kept doing that, he might be very lucky indeed. Sighing, knowing that sleeping with him the morning after her first date was no better than sleeping with him the night of their first date, Makayla gently pushed him back.
Chance did nothing to resist her movement, just smiled peacefully at her and laid his head back on his pillow. Not entirely wanting to give up contact with him, Makayla tangled her legs up with his; luckily her prickly thighs were still encased in denim. Chance smiled and returned his clover-branded arm to her waist, his fingers lightly stroking her back. It was warm and content and Makayla closed her eyes. Maybe they'd just stay in bed all afternoon like this. At the moment, she couldn't think of anything better.
Then her stomach growled, loudly.
Chance chuckled and Makayla peeked an eye open at him. He was watching her intently, his eyes drifting over her features. "Hungry?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his lips.
The grin was downright sexy, and Makayla bit her lip. Nodding, she shrugged. "Starving actually." Sitting up on an elbow, she stared down at him. "Do you want me to make you something? We could eat in bed?" Makayla smiled, loving the image of that moment in her head. She'd never done the whole breakfast-in-bed-with-a-boy thing.
Chance snuggled back into her pillows. "That sounds wonderful, Makayla." His eyes briefly flashed around her bedroom after he said it and Makayla frowned. In her contentment, she'd forgotten just who this man was, and what he was capable of. Her eyes drifted over to some of the valuables in plain sight...would they still be there if she left him alone in here? Well, she could strip search him before he left...
While she was contemplating it, a hand reached up to brush some of her long hair over her shoulder. "I'm not going to take anything, Makayla."
Makayla looked back down at Chance watching her. He stroked a long strand of her hair between his fingers and shrugged. "I know that's what you're thinking...can I leave him alone in here? And the answer is yes, you can." He shook his head. "I'm trying to get to know you..."
Makayla sat up and Chance sat up with her. His face level with hers, he whispered, "I feel something here between us, and I want to see where this goes." He shook his head and ran his fingers back through her hair. "I wouldn't jeopardize this over a few baubles in your bedroom."
Makayla started to frown over the word baubles, but Chance cupped her cheek and leaned his head against hers. "I like you, Makayla. You can trust me."
A wave of hope and butterflies washed over Makayla as he held her close to him. Could she trust him? She wasn't sure, but...she liked him, too. Nodding, she separated from him. Chance looped his arms around his legs as he watched Makayla stand up. Biting her lip, she glanced around her room again. Maybe he'd be less likely to steal, if he understood just what he'd be stealing.
"I trust you, Chance...well, I want to anyway." She looked back at him; he was frowning slightly. "But I know that you can't always help yourself...so..." Sighing, Makayla glanced at her jewelry. "Almost everything I have of value, my mom left for me when she died. It's all I have left of her...so if you could please not take anything..."
She sighed again, hating that she had to beg her date to not steal from her. Chance looked down, his face thoughtful. When he looked back up, his eyes seemed a little sad. "I'm not going to steal from you, Makayla...ever. You have my word."
Makayla smiled. She hadn't missed the fact that he hadn't said that he wouldn't steal...just that he wouldn't steal from her...but it was a start. Nodding, Makayla took a leap of faith, and left him alone in her bedroom.
When she was done with the bacon and egg breakfast that she'd cooked up, she picked up a lap tray and prepared to take Chance his meal. She paused in front of her bedroom door, listening. It was cracked open but she couldn't make out the bed from her angle. She couldn't hear anything either. It was perfectly silent. Holding her breath, Makayla hoped for the best and opened the door.
Chance was still in her bed, arms crossed behind his head, legs crossed under the covers. His eyes were closed and his face held an expression of peace. Makayla glanced around her room, but didn't notice anything out of order. Even her mother's gold necklace was right where she'd left it, part of it precariously hanging off the edge of her dresser.
Letting out that held breath, Makayla crossed the room to her bed. Chance opened his eyes at hearing her approach. "That smells amazing, Makayla."
He sat up as she got closer. Handing him the tray, Makayla gave him a shy smile. "Thank you, Colton."
He smirked at hearing his real name spoken, then glanced down at the tray in his lap. "Hmmm...bacon." He peeked up at her. "I must have been a good boy."
His tone had a clear question to it and Makayla smiled. Glancing around her room, she nodded. "Yeah...so far."
Makayla lifted an eyebrow in challenge. Chance chuckled and shook his head. Patting the spot in her bed beside him, he said, "Go get your food and come eat with me."
Minutes later, Makayla was seated beside her thief, sipping on a morning cup of coffee. Chance happily snacked on some bacon, rocking his feet back and forth under the covers. As much as she hated to admit it, Makayla liked having Chance around. Sure, it was nerve-racking on some levels, since she expected him to pilfer through her stuff at any moment, but it was nice, too. They chatted over their meals, talking about the small, inconsequential stuff people getting to know each other talk about---his favorite foods, her allergy to cat dander, his inability to dance...at all, her fascination with cheesy silent films, and ironically, his obsession with Court TV.
By the time their meal was done, their trays stacked together on the very end of the bed, Makayla was perfectly at ease with Chance. She even briefly considered taking a long shower...and very carefully shaving her legs. She resisted though, still wanting to wait, even though she didn't really want to wait. His smile just did her in. And she felt a definite spark of something whenever his hand brushed against her body.
The attraction was only growing stronger the longer they spent together, but underneath that, something else was also growing stronger. Feelings for him. Romantic, gooey, lost-in-his-eyes feelings. And they hadn't even had their second date yet, although, their breakfast sort of felt like another date.
Around noon, Chance stirred from her bed. Sighing, he sat up. His face reluctant, he shrugged. "I wish I could stay all day, but I really should get going."
Makayla sighed, sitting up as well. "Oh...okay." She instantly wondered what he had to go do. She didn't ask, though, waiting instead to see if he'd volunteer the information.
Chance cocked his head at her, setting a hand on her thigh. "Aren't you going to ask?"
Makayla contained her grin. "Ask what?"
"Where I'm going...what I'm doing...if it's illegal?"
He cocked his eyebrow at her and Makayla's smile broke loose. "Well, now that you mention it..."
Chance smiled and shook his head. Watching his fingers stroke her leg, he softly said, "I do have a job," he peeked up at her, "a regular job. And I have to go in pretty soon."
Curious, Makayla leaned forward; her body pressed against his as he sat close beside her. "And...what job is that?"
Chance's eyes flashed down her body. For a moment, they locked onto her chest. Makayla instantly remembered the seductive bra that she'd worn last night, and the fact that her top allowed him a peek, if she was positioned just right. As his eyes still hadn't moved away, Makayla figured she was giving him a peek. It took everything she had in her to not loosen her top and give him a bigger peek.
Swallowing, Chance looked back up to her face. "Security guard for an office building downtown. I work swing shift there a few nights a week."
Makayla's mouth dropped open in surprise, then she started laughing. "You're...a security guard?"
Chance looked offended for a moment, then he smiled. "Yes." Leaning into her, he raised one corner of his lip. "Some people find me very trustworthy, Makayla."
Makayla shook her head. "And some people are idiots."
Chance frowned and started to stand. Amused at the situation, Makayla raised herself up to her knees and tossed her arms around his neck. He crashed back down to the bed with a grunt. When he started laughing, his grin gorgeous around his humor, Makayla couldn't stand it anymore. Running her fingers up through his dark hair, she pulled his face to hers.
Their lips met instantly. They moved against each other softly at first, respecting each other's bodies with slow, teasing presses. Then Makayla exhaled and tilted her head, needing to feel a moment of pure passion from him before he left. Slipping her tongue along the edge of his lip, she moaned a little, begging him for more with the sound. He obliged, allowing her to stroke her tongue along his.
Tightening her fingers in his hair, Makayla surprised herself by laying back and pulling him down with her. He quickly twisted his body around, so he was lying on top of her when she met up with her firm mattress. His breath harder, his kiss intensified in their new position. Makayla whimpered, arching her back, begging him again for more. Detaching from her mouth, his lips traveled down her neck, right to the sweet spot that had nearly undone her earlier.
Makayla murmured yes, then pulled on the back pockets of his jeans. She wasn't quite sure why her mood had shifted so dramatically, but she just wanted to feel him against her again. Wanted him to tease her with a preview of what making love to him might feel like. Groaning softly, he adjusted his position between her thighs and rocked against her. Makayla gasped and clenched his shoulder. Wow, that was amazing. She suddenly wished they could do that with clothes that weren't so restrictive, soft lounge pants or something, anything that would let her feel his hardness even more easily. And he was definitely hardening up, that much was certain.
Murmuring something into her skin, he brought his mouth back to hers and pressed his body into her sensitive spot. Makayla squirmed under him, feeling a wild, uninhibited emotion start to take her over. She envisioned him rocking against her harder and faster. She imagined tossing her head back, crying out in ecstasy. She even allowed the fantasy version of herself to unbutton his jeans, release that glorious manhood. The bold, brazen figurative version of her allowed him to unfasten her jeans, pull them off her hips. Her vision of themselves didn't notice her hairy legs, they only noticed the fabric keeping their body parts from connecting.
As the real Chance pressed against her again, Makayla's imagination visualized him entering her. She cried out, for real or in her head, she wasn't sure. Then the image of themselves in her head were moving harder and faster, rocking together, pulling apart, sliding in, sliding out. She was panting, feeling the approaching eruption of satisfaction. Her vision of him moaned her name, riding into her deeper and harder. She arched her back, feeling the crest. Oh God...yes...
"Makayla?"
The real Chance's voice snapped Makayla out of her erotic fantasy. He wasn't on top of her anymore, but resting close to her side, watching her with an eyebrow raised. Makayla was startled to realize that she really was nearly panting...and nearly was ready to explode. Embarrassment instantly doused the fire in her. Wow. Well, that's what years of neglect will do to a person she supposed. She'd made up for a lack of real contact with an overactive imagination. And it had clearly run away with her...
Shaking his head, Chance looked down at her heaving body. "Are you...do you want me to...?" He bit his lip, looking unsure how to finish that question.
Covering her face, Makayla shook her head and wiggled out from under him. "No, sorry...I don't want to...go there just yet." Standing, she straightened her clothes and her hair. Chance rested back on his elbow and watched her, his face amused. Feeling heat in her cheeks, Makayla sighed. "I just got a little...carried away."
Chance grinned. "I noticed." Shaking his head, he added, "Did you even need me here?"
Makayla dropped her head into her hands. Chuckling, Chance stood up and came around to her. He pulled her hands down. "It's okay, Makayla. You don't need to be embarrassed. Watching you was...something else," he whispered, tucking some hair behind her ear.
Sort of wishing she'd let him leave a while ago, Makayla sighed again. "Sorry, it's been a while since a man has..." She scrunched her nose. "Yeah...anyway."
Chance raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Really?"
Makayla frowned, crossing her arms over his chest. "Really? What's that supposed to mean?"
Chance quickly shook his head. "Nothing, I didn't mean anything bad...just...I'm surprised." His hands drifted down her body. "You're gorgeous."
Makayla smiled and looked down, not sure how to respond to that. Luckily Chance seemed to realize that he was making her feel even more awkward. She felt him place a chaste kiss on her forehead, then he gave her a quick hug.
When they pulled apart, he was smiling at her affectionately. "I really do have to leave. Can I call you after my shift?" Makayla nodded and his smile widened. "Good...maybe we can arrange for another date?" She nodded again.
Unhurried, Makayla led Chance to the front door. Glorious afternoon sunlight was streaming through the windows. They'd lounged in bed for a considerable amount of time...Makayla hadn't done that for a while either. It was nice. Twisting the knob, Makayla swung her door wide for Chance and sighed. She was actually going to miss him.
He couldn't leave yet, though.
Neil stood in the doorway, hand raised like he'd just been about to knock. Blinking in surprise, the slight man's eyes flashed between Chance and Makayla. "Hey," he muttered to Chance.
Chance smiled. "Hey."
Edging around a stunned Neil, Chance told Makayla, "I'll call you later."
Smiling idiotically, Makayla nodded. "Bye."
Neil watched Chance walk over to his car and get inside it, then he twisted back to Makayla. "You shaved your legs, didn't you? Makayla..."
Narrowing her eyes at him, Makayla twisted her lips. "No, no I didn't, thank you very much. I'm not a complete skank."
Neil rolled his eyes then twisted to look back at Chance's car leaving the driveway. Makayla waved. "Really?" he muttered, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow.
Makayla frowned, then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. "I didn't sleep with him, Neil." Smiling, she shook her head. "Well, no, that's not true. I did fall asleep with him." Neil closed the door and twisted to face her. She shrugged at him, a happy sigh leaving her lips. "It was nice."
Eyeing her warily, Neil asked, "Did you check all your stuff?"
Makayla sighed again, not so happy this time. "He didn't steal from me." Makayla bit her lip, hoping that was true. She hadn't noticed anything missing, but...
Neil grunted. "You're not completely sure about that...I can tell."
She shrugged, walking over to the couch. "He said he'd never steal from me...and I believe him." Shaking her head, she watched Neil take the spot beside her. "I think he wants to change, Neil. I think he wants to be a better person. There was just something..." She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "At times, he almost seemed bothered or embarrassed, like it was a compulsion...something he couldn't control."
Neil stared at his hands for a moment, silent. After another second, he peeked back up at her. "Are you sure that you're not just seeing what you want to see...or what he wants you to see?"
Now Makayla stared at her hands, silent. Finally, she shook her head. "I'll be careful, Neil." Smiling, she looked up at him. "But I feel something...and you know how long it's been since I've felt...anything."
Neil sighed then slung his arms around her shoulders. "Okay, but just don't get too attached to him, Makayla. Sometimes people can't change...and sometimes people don't want to change. You really don't know his story yet, so you can't really know where his head is at." He placed a soft kiss in Makayla's hair. "I don't want to see you get hurt, Mack."
Makayla laid her head on Neil's shoulder. "I'll be careful," she whispered.
After Makayla showered and dressed for her casual Sunday off, she and Neil did what they always did on Sunday afternoons, they headed to downtown Plymouth to have coffee at one of the local delicatessens. They tried alternating which one they went to, so as to avoid routine, but lately they'd been frequenting the same three cafés. It was mainly because they were avoiding one particular café. So Makayla was naturally surprised when Neil pulled into the parking lot of that café, a charming, rustic seaside themed restaurant named, Driftwood.
Cocking an eyebrow at Neil, Makayla asked, "Are you sure you want to come back here? We could get scones at Marie's?"
Neil sighed, "We've gone to Marie's the last two Sundays." He glanced at Makayla's lap. "And Sofia will kick your ass if she finds out about the scone habit you've been developing." Makayla pursed her lips and Neil sighed, looking up towards the building they'd both been staying away from for months. "I can't hide forever, Mack...we live in the same town." He looked at Makayla and shrugged. "I don't want to alter my life because of him."
Makayla bit her lip, then nodded. "Okay." Opening her door, she smirked and added, "But we're not tipping him."
Neil smiled and cracked his door. "Well, of course we're not."
Feeling very proud of her best friend, Makayla looped her arm through his. They walked through the front doors together and Neil's eyes immediately focused on the "Please Wait to be Seated" sign. Makayla immediately scanned the diner.
It was a touristy place, decked out to look like the inside of a ship. The windows were all circular, like port holes. The wood support beams were rough, like sail masts. Fishing nets lined the walls, with realistic sea creatures caught inside them. An elegant mermaid and merman embraced each other in a softly gurgling fountain near the center of the establishment. The smaller, two-person tables looked like old beer kegs. The larger tables, while lacquered smooth, looked like they'd come fresh from a tavern in Middle Earth.
Truly, the place only needed its employees to dress up like pirates to complete the theme. A captain's wheel was even attached to the hostess booth. The owners hadn't taken the idea that far yet, and only crisp black shirts and light khaki slacks adorned the waiters and waitresses. It took Makayla exactly five minutes to spot the nicely dressed man that she'd really been hoping wouldn't be at work today. Neil's ex...Adrian.
A peppy hostess grabbed two menus and started leading Neil and Makayla to a back corner of the room. Neil kept his eyes glued on the young girl's back. Makayla sighed. The woman was leading them right to Adrian's section. He was standing at a table nearby, talking to an elderly couple with his back to Neil and Makayla.
As the hostess fanned her arm out to the table she'd chosen for the couple, Makayla considered asking her to move them. Neil may be alright with being in the same building as Adrian, but Makayla doubted he wanted to be served by him. Before she could speak, though, Neil thanked the woman and sat down.
Makayla hesitated, then sat opposite the keg-table from him. Leaning back in her plush chair, Makayla studied Neil. He was staring at the menu like he'd never been here before. Leaning forward, Makayla tipped the menu down. Neil glanced over at her. "Are you sure about this?"
Neil looked over his shoulder. Adrian was still there, obliviously chatting with the graying couple. Adrian hadn't spotted them yet, so it was now or never if they were going to get away. With narrowed eyes, Makayla studied Adrian's back. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He had the long, lean physique of a man that cared about his appearance. He had the face of a model. Makayla had seen more than one woman attempt to get his attention, but Adrian wasn't into girls, hadn't been for a long time.
Looking back at Makayla, Neil shrugged. "I'm fine, Mack...really."
He swallowed and looked back at the menu again and Makayla sighed. She wasn't sure why Neil was torturing himself. He'd really cared for Adrian. They'd had a whirlwind romance in the fall. Makayla had never seen her friend so cheery. But...like all whirlwinds, it had eventually faded. At least, on Adrian's end, it had. Makayla suspected that Neil wasn't as "over" Adrian as he let on.
Makayla was just about to grab his arm and yank him out of there, but a voice stopped her.
"Makayla?"
Makayla looked up into the most gorgeous set of green eyes she'd ever seen. Yeah, Adrian had deep green eyes against dark black hair. He was breathtaking. It was so unfair. Pursing her lips, Makayla nodded. "Adrian...good to see you." Not really, but, no need to be rude.
Adrian smiled at Makayla. "You too, it's been a while." Makayla flashed back to when the three of them used to hang out all the time. An ounce of sadness filled her...those had been good times.
Adrian's eyes slid over to Neil; he was staring over Adrian's shoulder, not looking at him directly. "It's good to see you, Neil...it's been forever..."
Neil swallowed, then looked up at Adrian. Makayla saw a moment of pain flash over Neil's face, but Adrian didn't seem to notice it. He only gave him a warm smile. Neil's eyes washed over his ex's face. "Yeah...it's been a long time...you look good."
Neil cringed, like he hadn't meant to say that. Adrian smiled, tilting his head. "So do you."
A look passed over Adrian that Makayla didn't like. It was a look of interest, much like the look that she'd seen on his face several months ago, when he'd first noticed Neil, almost in this very spot. Neil didn't need to go down that path again. They'd been an adorable couple, but their breakup had done a number on Neil. He was only now getting over it.
Breaking the lingering eye contact between the two guys, Makayla leaned forward. "I'll have a tall, skinny latte and a blueberry muffin."
Her voice was all business. Adrian swallowed, then looked over at her. "Okay, I'll get that right up for you." He looked back to Neil. "What would you like, Neil?" His voice implied more than his question and Makayla frowned.
Neil looked down. "I'll have the same...thanks, Adrian."
He peeked up at him with the corner of his eye and Adrian winked. "Anytime, Neil."
Makayla frowned even more as Arian turned to fulfill their orders. Neil sighed and she stopped watching Adrian's back to look over at her friend. His eyes wistful, he stared at a spot on the ancient table. "You okay?" she asked, reaching her hand out to touch him.
Neil glanced up and sighed again. "Yeah, it's just hard, remembering how we used to be..."
He sighed again and Makayla frowned. "He's not the one for you, Neil. Remember how you broke up?" Neil hung his head and nodded. Patting his hand, Makayla sighed. "I don't mean to bring it up...I just don't want you to get hurt."
Neil peeked up at her and grinned. "I'll be careful," he whispered, mimicking Makayla's earlier response to his concern about her dating a thief.
Adrian came back moments later with their food and drinks. He lingered afterwards, like he wanted to talk to Neil some more. Makayla instantly engaged Neil in a conversation, distracting him from the attraction that was Adrian. Repeatedly glancing at Adrian, Neil took a minute to fully engage her back. He finally did, though, tuning the attractive waiter out as steadfastly as Makayla. Adrian sighed and walked away.
Makayla wanted to cheer for her friend's fortitude, but Neil looked so glum she couldn't. She patted his hand and was rewarded with a small grin, his adorable, playful dimples just barely showing themselves.
After her meal, Makayla excused herself to use the bathroom, or the "head," if she wanted to stick with the nautical theme of the restaurant. Neil was staring out the window when she left him. Makayla prayed that Adrian didn't take her absence as an opportunity to pester Neil again. Even though Adrian had been the one to harshly break it off with Neil, coldly telling him that it would never work between them and they both needed to move on, Adrian still seemed interested. Maybe he was hoping for a little sex-with-the-ex. Hopefully, Neil wouldn't fall for that.
Makayla stopped in front of the bathroom door that she assumed was the women's. The only markings on the two doors were a picture of a starfish and a picture of a swordfish. She was hedging her bet on the starfish door. Bracing herself in case she was wrong, Makayla pressed on the heavy, oak door. She paused when a voice raised in anger got her attention.
"No! You're not listening to me. I didn't say that...I'm just saying that maybe..."
The voice quieted to a point where Makayla couldn't hear anymore. Intrigued, she peeked her head around the corner. A hallway led to the inner workings of the restaurant. Makayla could see the swinging doors of the kitchen, hear the hustle and bustle of pots and pans as the cooks in the "galley" started to prepare the evening grub. Adrian was leaning back against the wall, shaking his head as he whispered into his cell phone. He looked...mad.
While Makayla was grateful that the man wasn't bugging Neil, she was instantly curious about his heated conversation. Sighing, Adrian ran a hand back through his hair. He seemed different as Makayla watched him...older, tired. Suddenly, Adrian flicked his gaze up her way. He instantly spotted her. Makayla had been too absorbed in watching him to dart out of his vision. So much for her super spy skills. Maybe Chance could help her with that?
Straightening, Adrian muttered a goodbye to whoever he was talking to and shoved his phone back in his pocket. He frowned at Makayla and she instantly wished she'd just gone into the bathroom. Really, whatever problem Adrian was having, didn't concern her or Neil. All the better if he was having man troubles. He sort of deserved it in Makayla's eyes.
Adrian glanced around the hallway. Just when Makayla was about to apologize for eavesdropping, Adrian shrugged and muttered, "Boyfriend issues..."
Makayla nodded and twisted to leave; it really wasn't any of her business, even if it did make her a little happy that he was having...issues. "Hey, wait..." Adrian walked up to stand beside her and Makayla paused, wondering what he wanted from her. Biting his lip, Adrian glanced behind her to the dining area. "Has Neil...mentioned me...since our split?"
"Not without swearing."
Makayla twisted her lips at the gorgeous heartbreaker in front of her. If he thought he could avoid his turmoil at home by cozying up with her friend...well, he was sorely mistaken. Adrian raised an eyebrow at her statement, then smiled. "Yeah, I suppose I deserve that." He sighed, his face turning serious. "I wish things were different..." He looked over her shoulder again. "Being with Neil was easy..." he sighed and whispered, "and really complicated."
Not liking the wistful expression on his face, the dreamy haze in his eyes, Makayla poked him in the stomach. "Well, I'm sure you and your boyfriend will work things out just fine." To make her point, in case he still wasn't getting it, Makayla added, "Neil's finally in a good place...let him stay there, Adrian."
Adrian stared down at her, his green eyes deep and soulful, the kind of eyes that would wash you away, if you let them. Nodding, he quietly said, "Believe it or not, Makayla, but I want Neil to be happy." He looked down. "That's why I broke things off. I'm not..." He looked back up at her. "I won't bring him happiness...not in the long run."
Makayla bunched her brows, not understanding. They'd seemed perfectly content while they'd been together. She shook her head and thought to ask him what he meant, but he twisted to leave her. As he was turning, he said, "Tell Neil it was really good to see him again." Adrian took a step towards the kitchen, then paused. Cocking his dark head, he studied her for a second, then whispered, "Be careful, Makayla."
"Be careful? With what?"
Adrian didn't answer her, just finished turning and walked away.
\*\*\*
Chance disconnected his phone and bit his lip as he leaned against the wall and stared across the street at the bank. Being Sunday, it was closed, but Chance liked to stare at it anyway. It gave him ideas on how best to penetrate the meager defenses around the place. He'd been honest with Makayla when he'd told her that he worked as a security guard...he did. He'd just failed to mention that his work gave him a bird's eye view on her work, that it was all part of the con.
Chance sighed. The conversation that he'd just had with Adrian had sparked some feelings, feelings Chance had been trying to ignore. Makayla, his mark, was getting under his skin. He was beginning to feel the lines between himself and the con blurring...and that could be disastrous.
And Chance didn't need the complication. All he'd wanted from this job was a nice, simple con, something to take his mind off his spinning thoughts. And things were progressing nicely. Makayla was giving herself over to him faster than he'd ever believed possible. God, one date and he'd already spent the night with her. It hadn't gone anywhere sexual---nor had he wanted it to---but they were bonding right on schedule. She'd bought every vague line he'd fed her, every secret that he'd hinted at, without ever actually revealing anything. She wanted to believe in him so badly that she'd snap the puzzles pieces of his life together in a way that made sense to her, in a way that made him a sympathetic, tortured soul. He'd show her how much he longed to be good, and then, she'd try and fix him. Then he would have her...she'd be wrapped around his finger in no time.
But somehow, she was wrapping him around her finger, too. Somehow she was making him long to be the man she needed him to be. Remembering back to their date, Chance couldn't help but think of the pull he'd felt towards her, the warmth he'd felt while holding her. This felt different than the other cons he'd run. At times, it almost felt...real. Confusingly real. He'd have to be careful against that feeling. He couldn't risk letting any part of his real persona through...men like him didn't do that. But there was something disarming about her...something that opened him, warmed him, made him want to be the person he was convincing her he was.
It was eerily similar to the predicament that Adrian had found himself in not too long ago. He'd originally been brought in to do the job Chance was doing. His goal had been to seduce and turn Neil. From what Garrett had told Chance, everything had been going swimmingly until Adrian had decided that he couldn't complete the con and bailed on the entire project.
Garrett had been livid. If another job hadn't cropped up the next town over, Chance was sure that he'd have permanently silenced Adrian. But Garrett hadn't, and now the man was privy to the fact that the job was on again, with Chance taking the lead this time.
Adrian was worried, no, scared, about what Garrett and his short-tempered associate, Reggie, would do to Neil. He was certain that the affair wouldn't go as seamlessly as Chance believed it would. From the sound of it, Adrian was sure that it would turn into another World War, with the three of them busting into the bank fully loaded. Chance was not about to let that happen---he abhorred guns. But maybe Adrian wasn't aware of his stance on the matter.
The two con men had never actually worked together before. They'd only met once or twice a couple of years ago, back when Chance's life had been a hell of a lot simpler, back when he'd been running cons with his dad. In his opinion, the entire reason a con man was needed in this job was to avoid a gunfight. Anyone could walk into a bank and demand money with a rifle. In and out without detection...that took a certain skill set, one that Chance possessed. And, except for his last job, Chance had a flawless track record. And that last job really couldn't count as a strike against him...since he'd botched it on purpose.
Sighing, Chance halted his line of thought and went back to his shift at work. Adjusting his uniform, he nodded reassuringly at an accountant type person entering the office building. Chance gave the man a tight smile, letting the overachiever know that he was completely safe with his alter-ego, Colton Burke, on the job. As Chance sauntered across the lobby he considered his upcoming plans to continue his seduction of Makayla. He couldn't fall for her. He couldn't let this turmoil he'd been going through weaken him so much that he let her in. He had to fight harder, put up stronger shields.
He would just have to ignore the flush of excitement he felt around her. He would have to pretend that he didn't feel his heart rate increasing when she was around. She was just another mark. Just another girl to use along the way. That's all she could be to him...no matter how much he genuinely enjoyed being with her. No matter how much the idea of leaving her tightened his chest and twisted his stomach. No matter how deeply he was beginning to feel that it was already too late to pretend anything with her.
Chapter 4
Casual
After the odd happening at Driftwood, Makayla and Neil took a leisurely walk through the local park. It was the perfect way to counteract all of the calories that Makayla had consumed lately. It was also the perfect place to help Neil ruminate through his past relationship and contemplate her own budding romance, if that's what she was feeling.
There was a slight nip in the air, winter trying to make a weak comeback, so Neil and Makayla walked at a brisk pace along the stone pathway cutting through the swath of blossoming trees. The color of spring was sprouting everywhere. It was a spectacular sight, one that Makayla looked forward to every year. She didn't appreciate the harshness of the chilly, wintery months, but the way the renewal of spring burst out of the ice of winter was a testament to the perfection of nature. Nothing was quite as beautiful as the eruption of green life high over their heads.
Smiling at the bloom of life around her, Makayla turned her attention back to her friend striding beside her. He was quiet, also studying the scenery around them. The park path edged around a large duck pond and a handful of geese were there, sliding back and forth on the glossy surface.
They paused at the pond and Neil sighed. Makayla hated that seeing Adrian had opened some old wounds for him. She leaned her head against his arm. "You all right?"
Neil smiled, then shook his head. "I'll be fine. I was just..." He shrugged. "Do you think Adrian ever thinks about me?"
Makayla paused, remembering her conversation with Adrian in the hallway. He'd seemed to still have some genuine feelings for Neil, so, he probably did think about him on occasion. She considered relaying that strange conversation to her friend...then reconsidered. Would it do Neil any good to know that Adrian broke up with him so he could be happy? Would it make any sense to Neil? It sure didn't to Makayla. No...it would probably just make Neil march right back to the restaurant and demand an explanation. And that...would only lead to more pain, Makayla was sure.
Shaking her head, she shrugged. "I don't know, Neil." Lacing her arms around his waist, she grinned. "But if it were me, I'd be pining over you every night."
Neil chuckled, then laid his cheek on her head. "Well, let's hope Adrian's just like you then."
Later in the evening, just as Makayla was climbing into her bed, her phone rang. Frowning, Makayla glanced at her clock then over at her purse, where her cell was tucked away. As she stood up, she wondered who was calling her. Maybe Neil had fallen back into the blues that he'd had over the summer. Or worse, maybe he'd called up Adrian, and they'd...reconnected. Biting her lip, Makayla hoped that that wasn't the case. She'd hate for Neil to get his heart broken twice.
Digging through her bag, she glanced at the screen before connecting the call. Smiling softly, she brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, exaggerating her tiredness.
"Makayla...hi, how are you?"
Makayla let a yawn escape her. "Fine, Colton...how are you?"
"Call me Chance...were you sleeping? You told me to call after work, so..."
Enjoying hearing Chance squirm, Makayla faked a yawn again. "Oh, I was just dozing...I forgot about you calling tonight."
Chance snorted. "And here I thought our evening...and morning...had been memorable."
Smiling, Makayla sat on the bed. "Well, there you go...thinking again."
Chance chuckled and Makayla laid back on her pillows. "Hmmm...maybe I should call back when you're more alert."
Makayla grinned, running a hand back through her hair. "I'm always alert when it comes to you...any robberies take place while you were at work?"
Chance let out a deep laugh and Makayla pictured his handsome, amused face. "No...I even managed to persuade a potential pen thief into choosing the right course of action."
Makayla laughed out loud. "Oh God, that's so...wrong, coming from you."
Chance chuckled, then sighed. "I'm not who you think I am, Makayla."
"Sure," she muttered.
The line was silent a moment, then Chance asked, "When can I see you again?"
Makayla stretched out on the bed, imagining him beside her. She even looked over to the empty pillow next to hers. "I don't know...I'm pretty busy." She pictured his lean body next to hers, his warm lips trailing over her skin. Her breath picked up a little.
"Hmmm...I can fit into your schedule. How about I pick you up at work for lunch tomorrow? You get a break, right?"
Makayla stopped picturing him pleasing her body and frowned. "I don't know if I want to invite you into my bank."
Chance laughed, the sound warm and husky. "Why? You think I'll start plotting a heist?"
Makayla giggled, then twisted onto her stomach. Even though she knew it was foolish, talking with Chance made her feel light and breezy, made her stomach tighten, but in a good way. "A heist? Sure, maybe if this was the eighteen hundreds..."
"Good, then I'll see you around noon?"
Makayla bit her lip, thinking about it. Deciding that maybe he was right, maybe she was thinking of him too harshly, she finally conceded. "Alright...noon." Makayla could hear a happy noise escape Chance and she quickly added, "But if I see a weapon, I'm hitting my alarm button."
Chance laughed again, then murmured, "Well, I'll make sure and watch your hands very closely." Makayla frowned at his comment. Before she could respond, he said, "Have a good night, Makayla...I think I'm going to miss not waking up beside you tomorrow."
Forgetting her objection, Makayla smiled again. "Not me...you hog the covers." As he was laughing, Makayla quietly said, "Goodnight, Chance."
He murmured goodnight again and they disconnected. Makayla clutched the phone to her chest. Happy butterflies swarmed her belly, but her head was awash with warnings. Neil was right, she didn't really know him or his agenda. But Makayla was a smart girl, and she'd never let her guard down...not around Chance.
Noon arrived quicker than any noon before it. Makayla's morning had been uneventful, so that wasn't the reason for the fast-forward. The only remaining explanation was the lunch date. Makayla was looking forward to it, and dreading it, all at the same time. The combination super-charged the clock on the wall, and minutes flew by like seconds.
She was looking forward to seeing Chance again, giving him a feather-light kiss again, but she still wasn't sure about him. It sort of felt like she was inviting a wolf among the sheep, a fox into the henhouse, a kid into a candy store. Around eleven-thirty, Makayla thought to call the whole thing off.
During a break between customers, Neil came over to lean against her cubicle wall. He looked better than when she'd left him yesterday. He was decked out in his "professional" attire, slacks and a fitted button-up. His dirty blond hair was a little spiky on the top, but nothing that would offend the older clientele. The dimpled grin was genuine. No, he didn't seem weighed down by seeing his ex for the first time in months. Now that he'd had time to process the encounter, he seemed right back to where he had been before they'd gone to Driftwood. Even his pale eyes were still bursting with love and hope, open and accepting to whatever life might throw at him.
"You look...tense. What's up?"
Makayla rolled out her shoulders and tried to relax. "Nothing..." Neil raised an eyebrow, not believing her generic answer. Makayla sighed and shrugged. "Chance is picking me up for lunch...just nervous about it, I guess."
Neil frowned. "He's coming here?" He indicated the bank with his arm. "Is that...wise?"
Shaking her head that Neil's thoughts were always so in line with her own, Makayla chuckled. "It will be fine." She raised her eyebrow. "I'll watch him like a hawk."
Neil smirked then looked over Makayla's shoulder. Frowning, he stood up straight. "Well, start watching, eagle eyes...your suspect is here."
Makayla twisted to the front doors. Chance walked in, cool and casual in worn jeans and a light blue long-sleeved shirt. He was even wearing sunglasses on this crisp, bright afternoon. Although the sight of him made her heart pick up its pace, Makayla frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall next to the doors. He was a half-hour early. Why was he so early?
Chance seemed unfazed by her frown and jauntily walked over to her. Taking off his glasses, his eyes darted around the room before focusing on her. Walking up to her empty booth, Chance leaned against the counter. Keeping his voice low, he told her, "I'd like to make a withdrawal."
His accent did wondrous things with the word withdrawal, but Makayla made herself ignore it. Keeping her frown up, she leaned on her end of the counter; the move exposed more cleavage than she typically showed off at work. She did nothing to fix it though. "How much?" she asked, her voice low to match his.
Chance's eyes lowered to her chest, then he slowly raised them back up to her face. "I'll take it all," he whispered.
Makayla felt her body flush and a wave of attraction hit her square in the gut. Neil sighed and Makayla could just imagine him rolling his eyes at the exchange they'd just had. Gathering herself, Makayla cleared her throat and straightened. Chance stayed hunched over the counter, his eyes taking in everything about her, everything around her.
Dropping the seductive talk, Makayla told him, "You're early. I can't leave for another half-hour."
Chance shrugged and straightened. Smiling, he said, "It's no problem. I'll just wait for you over there." He jerked his thumb behind him, to indicate the three or four plush chairs that made up the "lobby." Makayla nodded and watched him turn around and head back to the sitting area by the doors. Carefully studying his backside, she bit her lip.
"Oh great, you're falling for this guy."
Makayla smoothed her face and twisted to look at Neil; he was frowning as he flicked his gaze between Makayla and Chance. "No, I'm not. I just...find him interesting, is all."
Neil smiled and shook his head. "Interesting? The Science Channel is interesting...the way you were looking at him was more like...Wild Kingdom."
Makayla smacked him in the stomach as subtly as she could; she could feel Chance's eyes on her. Neil stepped back, grinning. His eyes looked over Makayla's shoulder again and he twisted his lips. Bunching his brows, he shook his head. "Just don't fall too fast for this one, Mack. I got a bad feeling..."
Sighing, Makayla turned back around to stare at Chance. He was leaning back in a comfy chair, his warm eyes lazily drifting around the room as he people-watched. "I'm not falling for anybody, Neil, least of all him." Chance's eyes wandered back to Makayla's. He smiled and Makayla couldn't make herself not return the warm gesture.
"Sure, Mack," Neil muttered before walking away.
Makayla frowned as she watched Neil walk back to his booth. She wasn't going to fall for Chance. She couldn't, not with their conflicting views on life. She tried to be an honest, moral sort of person. Chance...lived for instant gratification. He'd pretty much admitted it. She wouldn't ever let herself get too sucked into a person like that. Even if his smile was dreamy...
The remaining half-hour flew by, and Makayla excused herself with the bank manager, letting him know that she was going on her lunch break. Dan had been the manager here for twenty years. Some employees said that it was time for him to move on, that he'd gotten complacent in his job. Makayla sort of agreed. He came to work every day, sure, but more often than not, he lounged in his office or went on "errands" that Makayla highly suspected were at the back nine at the local golf course.
And on more than one occasion, Dan gave Makayla his keys and told her to lock up everything, even the vault. No one knew he did that. He wasn't supposed to. As manager, he was supposed to be the only one to close up shop, the only one to have to have access to the safe room. It wasn't like this bank was huge, and had a mammoth, impenetrable vault like the big banks in the bigger cities, but there was a decent amount of money secreted away from the customers here. And even though it wasn't technically her job, Makayla was honored that the manager felt she was reliable enough to be trusted with such a huge responsibility.
Giving Chance a just-a-minute finger, Makayla headed to the employee area in the back to get her things. She did a quick makeup and hair check in the break room mirror, then grabbed her purse and started to leave. She bumped into one of her coworkers on the way out the door. Natalie. She was nineteen and still looked like a child to Makayla. Makayla had to remind herself sometimes that they were equals and that she shouldn't view the woman like she was a teenager, even though she technically still was. But Natalie was smart and determined, much like Makayla, and she tried to act as sophisticated as possible at the bank. Really, it was only when Neil was around that Makayla was reminded of just how young Natalie was; the woman was hopelessly in love with him. Poor thing.
"Oh, hey, Makayla. Is the tall, dark and handsome out there your date?"
Natalie tilted her head towards the lobby, to where Chance was waiting for Makayla. Natalie raised an eyebrow. Her eye shadow had a faint shimmer to it, like gold dust. It highlighted the specks of topaz in her hazel eyes and complimented the bronze streaks in her light brown hair. The rest of her face was expertly, but subtly, sculpted with makeup, every asset emphasized to its fullest. Makayla had often thought that Natalie could fall back on a career as a makeup artist if she ever changed her mind about banking.
Answering her question, Makayla nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. It's kind of new, we've only been out once before..." She left it there, not mentioning to the girl that their one date had ended in a sleep over. Makayla did try to set a good example.
Natalie gave her a cute grin. "Well, he looks like a keeper." She sighed. "He's so cute."
Makayla lifted a corner of her mouth. Natalie tried to act mature, but sometimes she showed her age. And Makayla had enough years on her to know that looks were not the be all and end all of a relationship. In the end, a person's face didn't really matter at all. It was trust, communication, common interests, respect, and a good dose of luck that made a relationship work...not an adorable grin. That was just a bonus.
Wondering if she'd have any of those things with Chance, if it was even possible with him, Makayla suppressed a sigh and brightly told Natalie, "Yeah...definitely a keeper." Makayla had learned early on in her life that the best way to avoid twenty questions from coworkers was to act like you had the best relationship on earth. Sadly, no one wanted to hear about happy people. No, people wanted to hear about what was wrong with a relationship. Picking apart other people's lives was a therapeutic way to feel better about your own life, or so she'd heard. Makayla didn't want to go into any details with the young girl before her, so blissful joyfulness was her only option for the moment.
As Makayla scooted around the girl, Natalie asked, "I have an extra ticket to see the symphony this Saturday. Do you think Neil would go with me if I asked him?"
She said it quietly, then bit her lip as she waited for Makayla's response. Makayla sighed. It really wasn't Natalie's fault for falling for Neil, but she was going to get hurt if she kept trying to pursue him.
Stepping close to her, Makayla looked around. Seeing that they were still alone, she whispered, "Natalie, you know that Neil isn't...interested...in anything romantic with you. I think it would be a bad idea if you---"
Natalie cut her off, repeatedly tucking her hair behind her ears, like she was embarrassed. "Oh, I know. I just...I thought he might like to go..." Sighing, she turned around. "Never mind, it was a dumb idea."
Closing her eyes, Makayla scrunched her nose. Ugh, she hated popping the poor girl's bubble. "Wait...yeah, he might want to go...it wouldn't hurt to ask...I guess."
Natalie brightened as she turned around. Makayla sighed at the hope in her youthful face. "But he'll only go as friends, Natalie. His heart...won't be in it."
Natalie nodded, like she completely understood. Her topaz-speckled eyes, though, beamed with the potential for a love connection.
Makayla left the woman to her fantasy of turning Neil back around to the girl side of things. Makayla knew she wouldn't succeed. Neil had been comfortable with who he was back when she'd met him in college. Makayla had even been in Natalie's position...for a day or two. Once Neil's' affinity for watching the football games, and not for the game, became apparent to Makayla, she'd quickly dropped all notions of having anything other than friendship with Neil. Poor Natalie didn't seem to be able to turn her attraction off, though. It was kind of sad, but Makayla knew she'd move on eventually.
Back out in the hallway, Makayla stopped short when she nearly ran into Chance. He was loitering around the break room, checking out all the different doors in the hallway. Makayla took a step back and regained her composure. Then she pointed at him, at where he was. "You're not supposed to be back here." She took a look around herself. Besides the break room, the manager's office and the surveillance room were back here. The security guard, Ricky, was in the surveillance room. Big brother. The eye in the sky as they jokingly called him. He only came out of his cave at the end of the day, when it was time for everybody to leave. The general public didn't even know he was in there. "What were you doing?"
Chance blinked and looked around himself, like he was surprised by her question. "I was waiting for you." His face completely innocent, he cocked his dark head. "Is it not okay for me to be back here?"
Twisting him around, Makayla grunted. "No, it's not okay. You're gonna get me in big trouble by being here..."
Chance held his hands up and walked forward. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to." He looked back at her, his grin gorgeous. "I was just eager to go have a nice meal with you."
Makayla rolled her eyes, then smiled. She was looking forward to it too, but he really shouldn't be back here. There were...sensitive things back here, things a thief, or anybody not employed by the bank, shouldn't be around. She smacked him on the back, then, unconsciously, brought her hands up to rub his shoulders a little. He groaned an approval as he walked forward with her.
Once they were back out in the lobby, Chance laid his head back, resting it on her shoulder. Glancing over at her, he murmured, "You are a wonderful woman, Makayla." He twisted to face her, then placed a light kiss on her cheek. In her ear, he whispered, "What did I do to deserve you?"
Makayla smirked, the warmth of his lips on her skin was making her forget her earlier concerns. "Yeah, I'm still wondering about that one myself."
Chance chuckled as Makayla twisted to wave goodbye to Neil. Neil raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her. Then he gave her a dimpled smile and a short wave. Makayla hoped Neil went easy on Natalie, if she worked up the guts to ask him out before Makayla got back.
Focusing again on her date, Makayla grabbed Chance's hand. He brought his roving eyes back to her face and smiled. "Ready?" Makayla nodded and followed him out of the glass front doors.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated at a cute bistro downtown. The intimate setting had them just a few feet apart from each other. The room was kept intentionally dusky, tall candles in the center of the table cast a myriad of appealing lights and shadows across their bodies. Chance stared at her intently as he leaned back in his wrought iron chair. Makayla folded a paper napkin over and over in her hands as she stared back at him. Light, romantic music played in the background and a feeling started to swell in Makayla's chest. She pushed it back, though, not wanting the ambiance of the environment to dictate her moods. She would choose whether or not to have feelings for Chance...she would not allow herself to be influenced by soft lighting and Michael Buble.
A plump, sweet waitress placed their meals before them. Grinning at the couple before her, she merrily asked, "Anything else I can get for you two?"
Chance glanced down at his salad, Makayla's sandwich. "I think we're good, thank you."
He gave the waitress a charming smile and the woman giggled. A flash of jealousy went up Makayla's spine and she blinked, surprised. Interesting. Shaking her head, she thanked the waitress for her attention. And mentally encouraged her to leave.
Once she did, Makayla felt a possessive smile stretch over her face. Chance noticed. He glanced back at the waitress, then back at Makayla. Makayla dropped her grin, not wanting to give Chance the satisfaction of knowing that he interested her. She didn't want to appear overeager either. And besides...she wasn't falling for him.
Chance didn't comment on the look he'd seen, just grabbed his fork and smiled at his food. The smile was amused. Clearing her throat, Makayla pointed to his salad. "Watching your figure?" she asked, smirking again.
Lifting his fork, Chance frowned. "What's wrong with salad? It's refreshing."
Makayla grinned and shook her head. "Nothing, it's just...not the typical choice for a guy."
Chance chuckled. "Well, I try to not be typical." He took a big bite and Makayla watched him chewing with a small frown on her face. No, he definitely wasn't typical. Therein laid the problem...and the attraction, if she were honest with herself.
Shaking her head, she dug into her own sandwich. It was turkey---she'd tried to go healthy---but it was turkey loaded with about a gallon of mayonnaise. She really should have asked for it dry. Oh well. She'd just have to make the most of it. She was seeing Sofia tonight anyway.
Chance watched her eat, his eyes darting down to her lips on occasion. Makayla wondered if he was picturing their heated moment yesterday. She had been reliving it off and on this morning. During a pause in his meal, he asked her, "So, tell me something about yourself that I don't already know."
Makayla stopped with her sandwich a half-inch to her face. Closing her mouth, she thought for a moment. Knowing just what to say, she smiled. "Well, I'm going to be a cop someday." She raised an eyebrow, daring the thief to make light of her career choice.
Chance's mouth dropped open. A strange sadness in his eyes, he whispered, "Oh." Before Makayla could ask him what was wrong, he smiled brightly. "Well, that's great...a very noble career." His grin still smooth and effortless, he added, "I'm sure you will be extremely good at it."
Makayla sighed; she hoped that too. "Yeah?"
Chance nodded. "Yeah, I mean, you caught me, right?"
Makayla giggled, remembering trailing him. God, what an impulsive thing to do. Watching him take a bite of salad, she asked, "What about you? Tell me one thing that I don't know."
Chance paused, then slowly finished his bite. Dragging his fork around his plate, he shrugged. "There's a lot to pick from." Glancing up at her, he lifted an eyebrow. "Any particular category you'd like to hear about?" Makayla twisted her lips. She'd like a little bit of every category if it were up to her.
Sighing, she shrugged and picked the category that seemed the easiest. "Your family."
Chance nearly dropped his fork. Staring at his plate, he picked at a slice of tomato. "Different category," he muttered.
Makayla scrunched her brows. She'd obviously found a sore spot, and on the category she'd thought was easiest too. Insanely curious, she couldn't just walk away from the conversation. Chance was avoiding looking at her, staring at his half eaten meal intently. Reaching her hand out, she wrapped her fingers over his arm. "I know we just met...but you can talk to me, Chance."
He finally glanced up at her. With a small, sad smile, he repeated, "Different category." After a silent second, he added, "Please?"
Makayla sighed, then shook her head. She didn't want to be too pushy. It was only their second date. "Okay...um..." She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. Chance grinned, his melancholy mood gone. "Uh, how about..." Makayla grinned now. "...your criminal record?"
Chance rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I don't have one...remember." He lifted his eyebrows. "Not a felon."
Makayla snorted. Yeah, sure. "Well...what's the least honest thing you've done, then?"
Chance sighed and looked down. "I thought the first few dates were supposed to be light and easy." He looked up at her. "What's with all the hard-hitting questions?"
Makayla shrugged. "Occupational hazard, I guess. I am trying to be a cop, remember?"
Closing his eyes, Chance smiled and shook his head. "Right..." Opening the warm brown eyes that Makayla was beginning to love staring into, he shrugged. "I jacked a car when I was ten. Is that good enough?"
Makayla blinked. At ten she'd been playing with dolls, making Ken kiss Barbie, and he'd been boosting vehicles? What extremely different childhoods they'd had. Watching her face, Chance frowned. "Should I have said something else, Makayla?"
She shook her head. No, grand theft auto before puberty was good enough. She really wasn't sure if she wanted to hear anymore anyway. Ignoring the small frown on his unassuming face, Makayla finished the rest of her sandwich in silence. After their plates were finished and swept away, Chance sighed. "You're quiet. I said too much, didn't I?"
Looking over the table at him, Makayla shook her head. "We're just...very different, Chance. I don't know if this is going to work out."
Sighing, he reached across the table to grab her hand. "Different can be good, Makayla." Shaking his head, he added, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you seem a little...tightly wound. Maybe a little less order would be good for you?"
Makayla frowned, but Chance smiled, stroking her hand with his thumb, and she found herself smiling too. "Less order? What did you have in mind?"
Grinning crookedly, the usual innocence in his appearance gone, he glanced around the café. Leaning into her, he whispered, "You ever dine and dash?"
Makayla jerked her hand back and sat up straighter. Her cheeks heating, she felt a little horrified at the very idea. "No, and I don't ever want to, Chance."
He tilted his head at her. "You wouldn't believe the rush, Makayla." He eyed her body and Makayla had to adjust how she was sitting. "It's better than sex," he whispered.
Remembering back to her imagined romp with him, Makayla shook her head. "I think you're wrong about that," she whispered, biting her lip.
Chance's mouth dropped open a little as his eyes locked on to the movement of her mouth. "Well...almost then," he muttered. Shaking his head, he looked back into her eyes. "Have you ever stolen anything in your life, Makayla? Have you ever broken a law for that matter?"
She frowned, not liking that he was making her feel guilty for following the rules. "Well, I sometimes speed..."
He grinned, then shook his head. "Rebel." Laughing, he grabbed her hand again. "Try it with me, right now." His eyes scanned her body again before drifting back up to her face. "Let me give you a taste of how good it can feel...to do something...a little wrong."
Makayla held her breath at the look on his face, the huskiness in his voice. Then she shook her head. "No, Chance." Leaning into him, she whispered, "You don't think you're hurting anybody, but you are. If you take something that's not yours, no matter how small, it affects...someone. You hurt...someone. Just because you may not know that person, and just because you may not see the pain, doesn't mean it's not there...it doesn't make it okay."
Chance leaned back, considering. His brows drawn together, he shook his head. "I guess I never thought of it that way."
Makayla leaned over to him, her chest brushing the table. "Look, I like you, Chance. I really can't deny that. But...I won't be with you if you're going to steal. I just...I can't."
He peeked up at her, his face more serious than before. "I told you, Makayla, sometimes...I can't help myself."
Lowering her head, Makayla stroked his hand with her thumb. "Well...I can't be with a man who can't control himself. I'm sorry."
She started to pull away but Chance grabbed her arms. Holding her tight, he leaned across the table. The candlelight tossed color onto his face. His eyes seemed more alive than ever. "I'll stop. For you...I'll stop."
Biting her lip, Makayla shook her head. "I thought you said you couldn't..."
His eyes drifted over her face. "I guess I've never been properly motivated before. But you...you could motivate me to make all kinds of changes..."
Makayla swallowed, not sure whether to believe him or not. "Maybe...maybe you should get help?"
He chuckled, leaning away from her a little; the candlelight washed over his clothes. "What? You think they have a twelve step program for kleptos?"
She shrugged. "Maybe?"
Chance looked away and swallowed. He closed his eyes for a second than looked back at her. "I'll stop. I'll give up that life for the chance to be with you. I'm done...I promise."
Makayla frowned. "You shouldn't make promises to someone you just met...it's not smart."
Reaching across the table, he stroked her cheek with his knuckle. "I don't feel like I just met you. I feel like I've known you forever." He gave her a quick, shy glance. "Is that strange?"
Makayla smiled and leaned into his caress. "Yes...but so are you."
He smirked, then shook his head. "Thanks."
"Anytime." Her smile faded and she shook her head. "I want to believe in you, Chance, I really do. But..." Reaching up, she removed his hand from her cheek. "I don't trust you."
Chance sighed and pulled his hand back into his lap. "I'll prove it, Makayla. I'll prove myself to you." He leaned over the table. His face was so beautiful, so earnest, Makayla once again felt that swell of feeling in her chest. This time, she couldn't push it back. "I'll make you believe in me, Makayla."
Makayla was sappily staring into his eyes after he said that. She felt like a caricature of a cartoon princess, gazing at her prince with stupid cartoon hearts floating out of her eyes. She couldn't help it. Chance just had a way of wrapping his words around her. Fastening himself to her very soul with his accented voice. But she was smart enough to know that words were just words, and actions were the only way Chance could ever really prove himself. Twisting her head, she made herself break the intense connection they'd been having.
Clearing her throat, she mumbled, "Well, until you prove it, until you show me that your words aren't just...words..." She looked back to him. "This thing between you and me stays casual."
Chance frowned. "Casual? What does that mean?"
Makayla smirked. "Well, no more sleepovers for one."
Chance frowned again. "Oh...I really liked that." He seemed to immediately understand what else she meant by that statement. Dropping his mouth, he eyed her body again. "I suppose that means no more...make out sessions in your bed?"
Makayla sighed; she'd miss those make out sessions, but it was the smart thing to do, if she was going to seriously consider moving forward with him. "Yes, no more making out...and..." she shrugged and decided to be blunt with him; subtly sometimes got lost on men. "...no sex."
He raised his eyebrow at her pointed answer, then frowned again. "I see." Smiling, he leaned over the table again. "And how long exactly would it take you to trust me?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
Makayla smiled and looked down. "Well...that part depends on you, I guess."
When she peeked up at him he was smiling...and pulling his wallet out of his pocket. Showing her a credit card---with his real name on it---he laid it on the bill sitting on their small table. Makayla smiled and reached her hand across the table to hold his. He smiled and shook his head at her, his face both exasperated and amused.
"This is going to be interesting," he mumbled while the waitress took his card away.
After their meal, they had just enough time to take a short walk around the block. Makayla sighed and held his hand, wondering if he'd really meant it, when he'd said he'd give up the life for her. She wanted to believe it, she wanted to believe him. And quite frankly, she wanted him. Waiting was going to be just as hard on her as him. Maybe more so, since she'd been the one to instigate nearly every intimate moment they'd had so far. There was just something about him that made her drop her inhibitions. She'd have to practice a great deal of self control over these next few weeks.
Limiting their affection to hand holding, they eventually found their way back to his car and he drove Makayla back to work. They walked into the lobby still holding hands. When Makayla broke away from him, to go put her stuff away in the break room, Chance pulled on her hand. Twisting back to him, she raised an eyebrow.
"Would it be...not causal...if I kissed you goodbye?" he asked, playfulness in his voice.
Makayla bit her lip, her eyes washing over his soft mouth. "Well...I suppose that would be alright." His hand came up to reach for her cheek and she pulled back. An eyebrow raised, Makayla shook her head. "A small kiss, Chance."
Shaking his head, that adorable grin firmly in place, he drawled, "I'll do my best."
She eyed him warily. Even though she wanted him to throw all caution to the wind and ravish her body with affection...that wouldn't exactly be "casual" or appropriate, considering she was right in the middle of her work place.
Chance lowered his hand slowly, stepping into her body at the same time. His breath light through his parted lips, he pressed his body completely into hers. Makayla started breathing heavier when her chest pushed up against his. His hand reached out to clasp her fingers. The skin lightly stroking her long digits was warm, sensual...inviting. He stared at her a moment, his brown eyes locking onto hers. Makayla felt her body melting, relaxing into him. She opened her mouth slightly, already accepting his unasked invitation.
With an aching slowness, Chance angled his head, and lowered himself to her. Running his nose along hers, he paused just centimeters from her mouth. It took everything Makayla had to not release her hand from his, to not throw her fingers into his hair and jerk his teasing mouth to hers. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She ached with the need to touch him. Just when she couldn't stand the tension any longer, Chance completed the connection.
She sighed when his lips softly pressed to hers. She whimpered when his mouth melded with hers in a slow, seductive movement. She gasped when the blissful movement suddenly ended.
Chance pulled away from her, heat in his eyes. Makayla needed more. Needed to jerk on his shirt collar, force his lips back to her body. She needed him to satisfy her...
"Thank you for having lunch with me, Makayla." Leaning over, he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. "I'll call you later tonight."
His voice gave her chills and she had to will her body to relax, so he could release himself from her hands. It took even more control to let him turn around and leave the bank; she wanted so badly to twist him around, to feel those soft lips again. But Makayla was going to win this war between her mind and her desire... she was a smart girl after all. But Chance was right...this was going to be interesting.
Chapter 5
Not Trustworthy
Chance was having doubts. Chance, Colton, or whatever the hell the name he was going by these days, was having second thoughts. Not about the mechanics of the con he was undergoing---Chance could have done that in his sleep. No, all of his doubts swirled around the girl he was currently manipulating.
Makayla Lewis. Chance had been looking forward to his seduction of the girl in the beginning, but he felt the tides turning. Somewhere in all the playful banter and sexual chemistry, he'd begun to slip, begun to feel real emotions. Sometimes Chance nearly forgot that he was duping her. Sometimes it even felt like she was duping him. And that was the most dangerous part of his job. If he forgot...if he let her in...if he told her something real...everything would be ruined. And not just this con, not just this bank job. No, every carefully constructed lie that he'd built around himself would be stripped away. He'd be left bare, exposed...vulnerable. He couldn't let that happen. He had to be stronger.
Yes, Makayla Lewis was turning out to be the most dangerous person he'd ever met. And Chance knew a lot of dangerous people. He was on his way to meet with some of them now. Garrett and Reggie, his cohorts in crime. Chance was starting to wonder if maybe his time off hadn't been long enough. Maybe it was too soon since the sting of his last job, since the mutual betrayal that still had him rocked to the core. Maybe he should have followed Adrian's example and walked away. Or maybe Makayla was just what he needed...he wasn't sure, and uncertainty was a problem.
Chance flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror, checking for trails. It was a subconscious habit, one that years of his duplicitous lifestyle had acclimated him to. It was how he'd known he'd snagged Makayla. She'd actually tailed him. It still blew his mind and it was the sole reason he hadn't said no.
Taking this job had been a mindless decision for him after Makayla had showed her spunk. It hadn't hurt his decision any that she was cute as a button. Pale, blue eyes, impeccably straight warm brown hair, just enough curves to be interesting. There wasn't much about Makayla that hadn't intrigued him---he was a healthy, sexually active man after all---but the interest and attraction were starting to twist into something else entirely, something he had to avoid at all costs. Makayla had taken him by surprise more than once now, but this newest revelation was the biggest shock of them all. He'd certainly never expected to feel...sparks for her. Chance couldn't even remember the last time a girl had evoked a genuine feeling in him. He was so used to the con, to the lie, he'd almost forgotten what real feelings felt like.
And therein laid the danger with Makayla. It was a con man's golden rule. Nearly their only rule. Don't fall for the mark.
She was a pawn, something to be used and discarded. He couldn't allow himself to care about her. It would destroy him if he did. But that laugh, that smile...that wry sense of humor... Chance sighed. As much as he'd been looking forward to it just days ago, he was going to be grateful when this job was over. He needed away from Makayla. His stomach tightened painfully at the thought, but he ignored it.
Don't ever fall for the mark...
His dad had drilled those words into his head. Chance lived them every day, every job. He'd romanced women left and right, and had had no problem robbing them blind and dashing into the night, never to see them again. It was how he survived. And if his upbringing throughout the great lone state of Texas had taught him anything, it was to never care about what you might have to leave behind. And Chance had left a lot behind in his life. Even his father.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Chance again made sure he wasn't being followed. When everything looked clear, he turned down a side street in a residential area. A row of perfectly manicured lawns was the first thing Chance always noticed about the street. He was sure that even the leaves that had fallen from the trees had been immediately picked up and discarded. It was all about the outside appearance with these homeowners. Curb appeal. It reminded Chance of himself. His entire look was designed for...curb appeal.
Driving through the seemingly perfect neighborhood, Chance easily picked out the thin, paved alley that hid all of the garbage cans of these immaculate homes. That seemed appropriate to Chance too. Hide the garbage away. Good, hard-working people didn't want to see their refuse, their waste. Leave it to others to clean up the mess. And out of the uppity-ups line of sight. That was fine with Chance. He preferred to be behind closed doors when he dealt with the mess that others didn't want to see.
Pulling down the alley, Chance pulled behind one of the picture-perfect homes and parked his car out of sight. Glancing around as he got out, he looked for any sign that he wasn't alone. He smiled when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then he shook his head. His co-conspirators were here, but the suburbanites would never know it.
Flipping through his keys, he picked out the one that opened the back door of the brick, two-story home he'd driven up to. Chance supposed he should call this place his, since he was currently living here, but Chance didn't really have a home. He didn't stay for very long in one place. Movement was best in his line of work. Laying roots in a place...just wasn't possible. Again his stomach tightened as he considered his exit strategy...his exit from Makayla.
Sighing, Chance unlocked his back door and walked inside. A hand instantly grabbed his jacket collar and slammed him against the wall. Chance hit the back of his head, hard, and stars danced in his vision. Before he could recover himself, a forearm was pressed against his throat, cutting off his air supply. Panic made Chance jerk about, but he forced the panic aside so he could think clearly. Panic never did anybody any good.
His vision too hazy to see who was attacking him, Chance ignored the pain against his throat and the burning in his lungs. What mattered now was escape. Assuming the tall, hulking shape in front of him was a man, and not a woman, Chance struck out with the one move that would drop any male. His knee jerked up to connect with the man's exposed privates. Rookie. He really shouldn't have allowed Chance that opening.
As the intruder groaned and relaxed his hold, Chance took advantage of his opportunity. He grasped the man's head and brought his knee up again, this time connecting it with the man's face. Chance heard the hard hit, felt the warmth of blood on his jeans, and knew the man wasn't going to be much of a threat anymore.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Chance!"
The tall, darkly tanned man that was now clear in Chance's vision was holding his nose, blood squirting out from around his fingers. Chance relaxed as he recognized the jerk in front of him.
Smirking, Chance shoved the man's shoulder away from him. "Serves you right, Reginald." Clapping him on the shoulder, he added, "You never should have given me the opening. Not to sound like a prudish woman, but close your damn legs next time."
The hurt man grunted, then flipped Chance off. A light laugh swung Chance's head around. A pale man with dark brown eyes and bleached-blond hair was leaning against the now-closed back door. He seemed completely unperturbed by the scuffle that had just taken place, or the fact that his comrade was now sporting a broken nose. "Nice one, Chance."
Chance rolled his eyes. "Garret. I wish you two would stop testing me."
The blond shoved himself away from the door. "We gotta keep you on your toes, Chance. And honestly, I'm surprised that Reggie got the drop on you." He cocked an eyebrow. "That's not like you...something going on?"
Chance narrowed his eyes. "He caught me off guard. Won't happen again."
Garret nodded, looking unconvinced. "I don't mean to sound like a broken record, but, we're anxious to roll on this little plan." He paused, a sneer crossing his face. "We could have hit two or three banks by now if Adrian hadn't blown us off to go play at being respectable." Garrett rolled his eyes, and started circling Chance. "I'm just making sure that you haven't been struck down with the same plague as our beleaguered ex-partner. Not that I doubt you or anything, but you are still in...right?"
Chance lifted his chin, maintaining eye contact with his fellow thief. "Security at the bank is minimal, outdated. They're using old fashioned security cameras that all link up to a surveillance room in the back hallway. There's one, maybe two guards watching the monitors, out of sight of the customers...they don't stay overnight though, and leave with the rest of the staff. Interfering with their recording equipment shouldn't be a problem. The bank is small, not much will be in the tills, and only a few safety boxes...none of them worth the hassle. I've yet to see the manager, but I believe he mentally checked out a while ago. He was locked in his office today, watching sitcoms from what I could tell. I wouldn't be surprised if he's passed on his duties to the other employees. In fact, I've already seen Makayla locking up at night for him, so I know she has keys, and from what I know of her personality, if he was going to entrust anyone with access to the vault...it would be Makayla. She's our ticket inside. She's the easy in to get us to the big score."
Garrett lifted his lips into a genuine smile while Reggie snapped his nose back into position with a grunt. "Excellent. Less than a week on the job and you've managed to get more information than Adrian did his entire time there."
Chance frowned. "Adrian...got distracted. That won't happen with me." He paused, then sighed. "Speaking of Adrian...he called me yesterday."
Now Garrett frowned. "Let me guess...don't go through with this...someone's going to get hurt...blah, blah, blah."
Chance smirked while Reggie chuckled. "Yeah, something like that. He tried to talk me out of the con. Told me he didn't want his boyfriend...involved...should anything go wrong."
Garrett rolled his eyes and shook his head. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he sighed. "Yeah, well, I can't say I'm surprised. Disappointed...but not surprised."
Reggie crossed his arms over his chest, his bloody chin only making him more imposing. "I still say Adrian's a liability. We should remove him."
Chance shook his head. "No, he's built roots in the area. We can't risk the police being called in if he suddenly...disappears. We let him be...for now." Chance really didn't want any harm to come to Adrian. He'd only met him a few times, but he genuinely liked the man, and murder...wasn't Chance's style. His "partners" however, would be more than happy to permanently silence the thorn in their sides.
Reggie grunted in clear disapproval and Garrett slapped a hand across his chest. "Adrian's not our current problem...he's too chicken shit to do anything anyway." Bringing his attention back to Chance, Garrett said, "Our problem is the girl...it all hinges on her." He lifted an eyebrow. "Makayla Lewis gonna be a problem for you, Chance?"
Chance glared at Garrett. Ignoring the light, fluttery feeling that just hearing her name gave him, he bit out, "No, she's no problem at all. I'll have her wrapped around my finger in no time." A rosy feeling blossomed in his chest and Chance swallowed, pushing it back. Don't ever fall for the mark...
Garrett tilted his head, seemingly having noticed Chance's rough swallow. "The girl's a mean to an ends, Chance...don't forget that."
"I'm not Adrian, Garrett."
Garret smiled. "Hey, I'm not doubting you...remember." His smile faded. "I just want to avoid another...delay." He crossed his arms over his chest, similar to Reggie's, and strummed his fingers on his arm. "I don't have the best patience, and we've put this job off long enough."
Chance put his hands on his hips and glanced between the two men. "There won't be. I've got this. Once I get her to trust me...she'll be putty in my hands."
Garrett pushed himself away from the counter, frowning. "And that's the problem I keep thinking about. You started the con by letting her see that you're a criminal...was that really the best plan?"
Chance smiled and followed Garrett with his eyes. "It's the perfect plan...and that's why you don't see it." Garrett narrowed his eyes, not liking the insinuation that he was less intelligent than Chance.
Chance ignored his look and walked over to a stack of playing cards on the table. Picking them up, he started to shuffle through them. "Makayla is no ordinary girl...I knew that the minute I tested her. She's closed herself off from men, hides herself behind the safety of her best friend. Fluffy pickup lines would have gotten me nowhere...not in the timeframe you had in mind. I needed an in...a fast in. I needed her attention, and believe me, I've got it."
Chance's heart started beating a little faster just talking about Makayla. He pictured her beautiful blue eyes, the constant smirk on her lips. Biting back the burgeoning feelings in his chest, he kept any amount of emotion from his face or his voice. These guys could never know what he was struggling with. It'd be the end of him...and Makayla...Chance was sure. Garrett wasn't lying about his patience being gone.
Rifling through the cards, Chance picked out the Queen of hearts. "Regular men don't seem to interest Makayla too much, so I gave her someone she couldn't help but be fascinated by." Examining the stiff-lipped woman on the card before him, Chance smiled. "And what woman doesn't want to try and save a man from his own inner demons?" Chance wondered for a moment if Makayla could save him, if salvation was even possible for him anymore.
Twisting the card in his hands, he looked up at Garrett and Reggie, both of them watching him, transfixed. "I've laid the bait for her. All I have to do is sit back and watch her take it." He crumpled the card in his hand, ignoring the ache in his heart as he did. "Then she's mine, and we can take what we want. What we deserve." He tossed the card to the ground, a shard of his heart falling to the ground with it. "Then we'll leave this godforsaken town...forever."
Garrett smirked. "You're a twisted one, Chance."
Chance tossed the rest of the cards to the table and hardened his face. No emotion...not with these guys. "No...I'm the best. That's why you called me in when Adrian bailed." Turning his back on the men, Chance muttered, "Now, don't ever doubt me again."
Garrett held up his hands. "Hey, I never did."
He gave Chance a sly smile, though it was one that clearly indicated that he did have doubts about Chance's plan. But Garrett knew Chance was good, they'd worked together before. With Chance's help, Garrett and Reggie had pulled a successful switch on a fifty thousand dollar ruby...the owner still had no idea that hers was now a fake. Chance had romanced the real one right out from under her.
Chance had sworn then that that was the last time he'd work with Garrett, and it would have been if he'd been in a different mindset when Garrett had called. As it was, he'd agreed and now he had to put up with the impetuous man that had no patience for the subtle art of a good con. No, Garrett always grew tired of the ploy and wanted to go in guns blazing. While he was being exceedingly tolerant so far with this job, Chance knew that the man would really just rather walk into the bank with guns and ski masks and demand everything he felt entitled to. Chance was hoping to avoid that situation. People got hurt in holdups...and Chance really did hate guns.
Chance had a better plan to get what they wanted from the bank. A plan that Adrian had initially come up with, a plan that Chance had highly approved of once he'd heard it. An inside job with only one bank employee involved. The less people involved in this heist the better. A lobby full of innocent bystanders was too great a risk for Chance. Besides, those types of robberies all seemed to end the same way---someone getting killed, usually the robber---and Chance had no plans to die yet. Even though, he probably deserved to.
The problem in a con like this was which employee? Adrian had originally scouted Neil as the intended victim. Garrett and Reggie had nearly walked into the bank with semi-automatics after Adrian had walked away, after Adrian had foolishly fallen in love with his mark. But happenstance had led them to Chance, and Chance had decided to have a go at Adrian's plan---but with Makayla. The girl was tough, the girl was smart, the girl was...beautiful...and the girl was lonely. She was the perfect mark. But, as Chance was soon discovering, the girl had an honest streak a mile wide. It was the reason the lazy bank manager had entrusted her with access to the bank, a huge bonus, but it did complicate the con. He'd have to find a creative way to sway her to his side of things. Good thing he had several options in his repertoire.
Walking over to pick up the cards on the table, Garrett frowned at Chance. "I know you told me this before, but why don't we just use the bank manager? " He held up the Joker card and made a gun shape with his finger. "We trail him to his place, put a gun to his head, and make him take us there after closing. Perfect."
Chance sighed and snatched the card away from him. "Because, that involves kidnapping and hostage taking, two complications that would be best to avoid if at all possible." Glancing at the Joker card, Chance frowned. "Besides, we need the bank manager to take the fall..." He looked up at Garrett. "It's the only way we aren't implicated in the theft. It's the only way to get an employee to willingly help us."
There were several things that needed to happen for the trio of thieves to get away like ghosts---completely unnoticed. They needed an employee to get them in, they needed to disable the security---no problem for Chance---and they needed someone to set up. Chance was still learning the ins and outs of Makayla's psyche, to see which one of his various schemes would work the best on her, but setting up the manager was going to be a part of all of them.
Chance had successfully done this con before, a few times actually, and he had a go-to scheme that hadn't let him down yet. Chance wasn't sure if the plan would work for Makayla, since she seemed a little rigid on the morality scale---he couldn't even get her to dine and dash---and the con required her to be a little...loose... but Garrett and Reggie needed something to do while he figured her out, so Chance had gotten them started on a plan that he may or may not use, just to keep them out of his hair.
Tossing the card to the table, he put his hands on his hips. "We make Makayla believe that the manager's dirty...dangerous-dirty...obscene-dirty. Then we get her help in setting him up to take the blame for the theft. We make her believe that putting him behind bars is a fair trade-off for helping us with a robbery."
Chance shrugged and smiled. "We get Makayla to think she's doing her civic duty by making the manager the patsy. It's the perfect plan." Chance wasn't actually sure it was the perfect plan in this situation, but it would take the thugs a few days and he could use that free time to his advantage. For their sake, he frowned. "If you can be patient enough."
Garrett sniffed, offended. "I called you in, didn't I?"
Chance smirked, but said nothing on his recruitment. Glancing between the two criminals before him, he asked, "And how is your part in all of this going? You have what we need?"
Reggie nodded. "Yeah, we're almost there with the...uh, evidence." He sneered, then wiped the blood from his chin. "That manager is one sick puppy...at least, he will be when we're done with him."
Chance nodded, his face grim. He didn't let himself feel guilt or remorse. He couldn't, not in his line of work. Setting people up was just part of the process, part of the con. And if it helped keep Makayla safe and out of trouble, then Chance would gladly ruin another man's life.
"Good. I doubt I'll need much longer to win over Makayla's trust, and once I've got it, I'll need those photos."
Reggie nodded and Garrett smirked. "Funny, you're the last one brought in and yet, you get to bang the girl while I'm stuck with...this." He jerked his thumb back at Reggie leaning against the counter. Reggie frowned.
Chance's stomach did a strange sort of tumble at the thought of being with Makayla like that. They'd been close, closer than he'd expected to get so soon, but having her give herself completely over...it lifted his spirit. He frowned. No, he couldn't let himself think in flowery, romantic terms. Sex was a weapon in his line of work, nothing more. Sex almost always brought trust along with it, and that was what Chance needed from Makayla---trust. Not...anything else.
Shaking his head, he made himself relax. Rolling his eyes at Garrett, he gave him a nonchalant response. "We all posses certain skills, Garrett." He glanced down at Garrett's jeans. "Yours just don't happen to be in the same...area...as mine."
Chance made himself give Reggie a knowing smile and nod. He hated that he sounded like such a jackass, but it was what these guys expected. Makayla was a piece of tail to them, nothing more. One more reason for Chance to keep them as far from her as possible.
Reggie chuckled at Chance's innuendo while Garrett frowned. "Yeah, well, you better work your way into her pants soon...I'm ready for my payday."
Chance gave him a sly smile. "Not a problem." A sharp pain wrapped around his chest, but Chance ignored it.
Garrett moved to smack him in the stomach. Chance saw the hit coming and grabbed his arm before he made contact. He'd told them he wouldn't be caught off guard again...he'd meant it. Garrett smirked again. "I'm glad we had this chance to catch up...Chance. We'll keep in touch."
Reggie rubbed his nose, remembering the gift that Chance had given him today. Frowning, he pointed at Chance. "I'll get you next time."
Chance only grinned as he watched the big man open his back door. No...he wouldn't. Chance was not going to let anymore distractions cloud his judgment or his job. And as pleasant as Makayla's company was, as warm and inviting as her body was, as playful and sarcastic as her personality was, as much as the thought of sleeping with her excited him, and...as much as he wished they could have a future together...she was nothing but a job. And Chance was very good at his job.
After the two left, Chance slumped against his counter and sighed. Reggie had actually scared the crap out of him when he'd grabbed him earlier, but showing weakness around nefarious people was never an option. He had to be tough, hard, it was the only way. His dad had taught him that, too. But it took its toll on Chance. He'd never thought about quitting before, but after certain...events...he'd begun to seriously consider it. But the months he'd tried living a normal, regular life hadn't been easy. A part of Chance had craved the life of deception. The thefts, the mental stimulation, even the acting...it called to him, sucked him in, made him answer Garrett's phone call when he could have just let it ring.
Chance had been mostly honest with Makayla when he'd told her that he couldn't always control himself. The thrill, the rush...it was hard to pass up. Sighing again, Chance ran a hand down his face. He'd tried to live a decent, honest life, but it hadn't given him the satisfaction he'd thought it would. Sadly, Chance wasn't sure if he could quit, even though he sort of wanted to. But a small part of him still wanted to try finding happiness the hard-working, old-fashioned way.
Chance hadn't asked to be this man he was now, and he certainly hadn't been given the choice about who he was, what he was. But that was neither here nor there. Chance was involved now, and so he'd spout half-truths wrapped in lies, conform them around his body like an impenetrable armor, and pray that Makayla wouldn't find a chink in it...
Gathering himself, Chance prepared for his excitement for the day...his job. Trudging upstairs, Chance changed into his uniform. Adjusting the crisp, dark fabric, Chance took a long, hard look at himself. With an easygoing smile and warm, brown eyes, the kind of eyes that nearly compelled others to believe him and trust in him, Chance looked like he'd be right at home living a modest, proper lifestyle in Small Town, U.S.A. That was intentional. His carefree smile and "trust me" eyes were carefully constructed decoys. Even his clothes, his car, his haircut...everything about him was designed to put people at ease. Because, when people were at ease, they were easier to manipulate.
Grabbing his belt, Chance made the final adjustments on his outfit. Frowning, he thought he looked like a rent-a-cop that you saw walking the malls. Although, those security guards had guns. Chance had a tazer strapped to his belt. But that worked for him. Messing around with guns only got you killed, especially in his line of work. His real work anyway.
Putting his jacket on, Chance double-checked all the points of entry in his home before leaving it. It was another old habit he'd clung to, but one that had served him well. Retaliation was an unfortunate part of his lifestyle. Sometimes the people he conned had irritable family members. Chance had gotten lucky with a few nick-of-time escapes in his life. He tried to avoid doing cons in the same place, just to avoid those near-miss incidents, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Caution was always prudent.
Twenty minutes later he was pulling into his place of employment, a building harboring multiple office suites, directly across from Makayla's bank. It was why he'd chosen this career for this go-round. Keeping a watchful eye on the people entering and exiting his building gave Chance a watchful eye on the people entering and exiting the bank. He'd quickly noticed patterns, influxes in traffic. He was getting a good feel for when the bank was busiest, when the bank was almost completely empty, who left early, who stayed late, and who locked up at night. These things helped the plan...any information helped the plan.
It also gave Chance an opportunity to watch Makayla. Not that he could see her inside the bank, but he'd watch her leave, he'd watch her come back. He knew the days that she hightailed it out of there when she had somewhere to be, most likely the gym, since she was trying to work off the curves he found so appealing. He also knew the days when she lounged around afterward, sometimes chatting with coworkers in the doorway, where he could just make her out. Yes, in all honesty, being as close to Makayla as he was, was one of the only perks of Chance's pseudo-job.
Checking himself into work, Chance threw on his practiced smile and greeted the people who would be near him for the next several hours. "Afternoon, Thomas...Joseph."
Thomas, the older, graying man who'd been doing this job for an impossibly long time---something that blew Chance's mind since he never stayed much longer than a year or two in any given "career"---waved at Chance as he sat down at the security desk in the lobby. Joseph, the younger, eager-to-please guard, was doing a perimeter sweep around the room...even though it was empty. Since Thomas was off work in a couple of hours, Chance's evening would be spent with Joseph. That complicated things a little, since the man was fastidious with his job, but it made some things easy. Distracting the youth with "errands" on the floors above was a simple enough deterrent. The young man questioned nothing his superior's told him.
Leaning back in the seat beside Thomas, Chance kept one eye on the bank's door outside, and one eye on the youthful security guard strutting back and forth across the commercial grade carpet. Thomas yawned and looked over at him. "Slow day today...your evening should be just as uneventful. You might get through a book...or two."
Chance nodded and glanced at the book on Thomas's lap; he was nearly done with it. The news wasn't too shocking to Chance. There really wasn't anything worth stealing in this building, so nothing ever really happened. Their "employment" here was really just a show for the employees of the various companies that had offices here. Big brother liked to have a log of when certain people came and left and the workers liked feeling as if they were protected twenty-four seven, even if the feeling was an illusion. Given a real breakin, there was little Chance and his coworkers could do to protect anybody. But, as Chance knew better than anyone, illusion was usually enough to ease the populace's mind.
Smiling, Chance pointed at Joseph. "You tell the rookie that?"
Thomas grunted and shook his head at the youth's unending diligence. "No point. That one never stays still for long." He glanced over at Chance. "Give him another decade, though, and he'll realize what this job is really about."
Shaking his head, Thomas went back to his book. Chance smiled, glad that Thomas was off in a couple of hours. Yeah, he knew his job was a façade. Thomas had it all figured out. Chance didn't need someone that clued in to be watching his every move.
Clapping his shoulder, Chance got up and walked over to Joseph. The man saluted him when he was in front of him. Chance stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "Hey, Joseph."
"Afternoon, sir."
The man stood at rigid attention and Chance inwardly smiled. So sculptable. "Call me Colton, Joseph. Remember?"
The man nodded, his lips compressing. He obviously didn't want to address the higher-ups so informally. Chance wanted to sigh. Joseph really should have joined the military instead of joining the private sector.
After trying to share a moment of small talk with Joseph, who looked edgy at the delay in his duties, Chance gave up and ordered the man to check the bathrooms for any sign of a disturbance. The task brightened Joseph's face considerably. Shaking his head at the overeager guard, Chance glanced out the front windows to the bank. Surprisingly, Makayla was at the door, holding it open for a stooping, elderly woman. Chance smiled and tilted his head as he watched her.
She had the world's brightest smile, and the world's softest lips. Her hair gleamed in a shaft of sunlight and nerves tangled Chance's stomach. He knew from experience that that hair was as soft as silk. She kept it board straight, but Chance had seen a slight curl to it when he had woken up by her side. He'd preferred the wild softness to the rigid strictness she usually maintained.
As Makayla waved at the old woman, Chance inhaled a deep breath. He could feel his heart pumping faster, his breath stuttering some. It was uncomfortable. It was wonderful. Whether she was aware of it or not, Makayla Lewis was turning his world upside down. His eyes skimmed the long, tight skirt she was wearing and his mind rewound to their lunch date a little while ago. He'd unintentionally opened up to her. Well, not really, but he'd given her an honest response...one that he hadn't intended to give. She'd asked about his family. He'd hadn't been expecting that. He'd been expecting her to ask about his past, his criminal behavior. He'd had the carjacking story all ready to go. But then, she'd gone and asked about his family. He hadn't been ready to talk about it. That story...just wasn't ready to come out yet.
Turning away from her customer, Makayla glanced at the window he was standing in. Chance knew she wouldn't be able to see him, not with the angle of the sun and the tint embedded in the glass. He smiled, enjoying the slight frown on her face. Was the frown for him? Because she knew she was falling for him? He knew she wouldn't like that fact very much, but he also knew she was. Tiny glances, small jealousies, the way she'd attacked him on their first date...kissing her the next morning.
Chance's body started to respond to the memory of that moment. It had been quite clear that Makayla hadn't had a man's attentions in a long while. He'd barely stoked her and she'd nearly exploded. It had taken a great amount of restraint on Chance's part to not take the heated moment to the edge. He'd wanted her. He'd wanted to take her...but it was too soon. She'd regret it, and turn her back on him. Her suggestion of keeping the relationship causal was actually quite perfect. It would make his job of gaining her trust so much simpler.
Chance sighed and turned away from the window. The feel of her lips on his blazed in his body. The sound of her voice echoed in his ears. "You don't think you're hurting anybody, but you are. If you take something that's not yours, no matter how small, it affects...someone. You hurt...someone."
Chance involuntarily thought of all the people he'd hurt over the years...there were a lot. He tried to never dwell on it, it was just part of the job, but Makayla had touched a sore spot when she'd called him out. Chance hurt people, deceived them...duped them. That was who he was, who he'd always be. And, having had it happen to him recently, he knew exactly how much being used by someone hurt.
"I want to believe in you, Chance...but I don't trust you."
You shouldn't, he thought, the voice in his mind rough with emotion. I'm not trustworthy. You should run Makayla...before it's too late...
Chapter 6
Living the Con
Not too long after Thomas left for the evening, when Chance was alone to supervise the rookie, Makayla left her work. A security guard walked out with her, but after a brief goodbye, left her alone to finish up the closing procedures. The temperament of the "living" security was just as outdated as the equipment. That's what years of nothing bad happening does to people, makes them complacent.
Sending Joseph on a meaningless sweep of the upper floors, Chance watched her leave. Looking up and down the sidewalk, she seemed to be taking note of people who were watching her. Interesting reaction. That must be her police training---take note of your surroundings. Too bad she hadn't thought to scope out the neighbors. She might have caught on to the fact that Chance had been watching her for a while before making his move at the theaters.
But people generally felt safe, and doing reconnaissance in the buildings surrounding where you spent a lot of time was usually overkill. Usually. In Chance's line of work, he counted on people not being quite as thorough as they should be.
Tucking her long, honey locks behind her ear, she twisted back to the door and firmly locked it. Watching her face in the pink-orange light cast by the street lamps, Chance could tell that she wasn't entirely comfortable with doing the manager's job for him. The man was clearly "phoning it in." Chance had watched him slip out the doors nearly two hours ago.
After Makayla finished with the door, she turned towards him. Chance smiled at the beautiful woman. For just moment, he imagined her walking into his building, throwing her arms around him, and placing those incredibly soft lips on his. He saw it so clearly, he almost began to believe it would happen. He tried to picture that life...him being an actual hard-working security guard, her dropping by to spend some time with him. Chance pictured her bringing over a plate of brownies, for him and the rest of the guards on duty. He imagined her leaning up to kiss him goodbye, making every other male in the vicinity green with envy. He pictured heading out to her place once he finally got off work. Walking through her door...waking her up if she'd fallen asleep...
His heart was beating harder as the real-life Makayla started walking across the street, coming towards him. Chance made a move towards the doors. He put his hand on the bar across the thick glass in preparation to open it. He could end this charade right now. He could convince her that he really was Colton Burke, a simple, Oklahoma boy who was wrestling with inner demons, demons she could help tame with love and patience. He could live in his picture-perfect home, have barbeques with his cookie-cutter neighbors...drive a Volvo. And he could keep his promise to Makayla. He could stop. He could make her believe in him. He could believe in himself.
Makayla stepped onto the sidewalk in front of his door. The wind blew a strand of hair over her light eyes and she quickly brushed it away, a soft smile on her face. Chance paused with his hand on the door.
How long could he keep up that kind of life? He'd already tried and failed. How long before the tedium set in...and he made a foolish mistake? How long before he crushed Makayla? He removed his hand from the door and watched Makayla pass right in front of him. If he was just going to hurt her anyway...he may as well get paid for it. And paid handsomely.
Hating his own thoughts, Chance returned his attention to the bank. That was his focus, not the girl. She was a means to an end, albeit, a pleasant one. But the girl didn't matter, the girl never mattered. Chance had "loved" dozens of them---old and young, thin and large, sweet and bitter. It didn't matter. Only the payoff mattered. Live the con, don't let the con live you. More sage words that his father had bestowed upon him.
Sniffing back the tight, burning sensation in his chest, Chance was aware of Joseph's return long before the man announced it. "Anything happening at the bank?" the youth asked.
Chance turned from the front door. "Nope, quiet and closed up."
Joseph visibly relaxed. "Good. It's sort of our responsibility to keep an eye on that place." He shrugged, his smooth features set in a slight frown. "I'd hate for anything to happen on our watch."
Chance suppressed a smile, leaving his face rigid and serious. "Don't you worry, nothing will happen while we're on duty." No...Chance would be off work when something did happen. Although, he'd have to make sure the robbery happened once Joseph was off as well. Wouldn't want the diligent boy to actually see anything.
When Chance and Joseph's swing shifts were over, the night crew came in. To Chance, the pair always seemed a little...morose. Graveyards weren't easy hours for anybody, especially when nothing ever happened. Chance had popped in for a visit on a couple of occasions, just to test them. Hands pressed to the glass, he'd found them in a near daze---staring blankly at the windows or computer monitors...he'd even caught one of them napping.
Their lazy attitude was just what Chance needed, and he encouraged the behavior---changing out the hard, swivel chair to a plush, reclining chair, setting the light music in the background to soft jazz. Anything to dull the senses. Anything to help them not notice the theft across the street.
Chance faked a yawn as he clapped one of the two new guards on the back. "Have a good nap, err...night." He smiled conspiratorially. "I know I did." The guards grinned at each other. One sat down in the comfy chair and leaned back, putting his feet up. Chance figured he'd be a fixture in that chair all evening. Joseph frowned at the lackadaisical air that the two who were now in charge possessed, but Chance pushed him out the door. Normally he'd agree with Joseph, but for Chance's purposes, lackadaisical was good.
"Come on, Joey, I'll buy you a beer." Chance clapped him on the back as he turned the music up just a little higher. Joseph started to protest at the environment he was leaving behind, but finally succumbed to Chance's prodding.
"Oh...okay...just one though."
Chance gave him a wide smile, like he'd never consider getting his coworker drunk and sending him out into the night. Actually, the thought had occurred to Chance on several occasions. Much like Makayla, Joseph was wound way too tight. It would do the man good to let it all hang loose for a night. It would please Chance to no end if Joseph got ripped, started a rousing bar fight, and headed home for the evening with a female companion on each arm. Live it up a little. But, no, he knew straight-laced Johnny really would stop at one. Then he'd probably wait twenty minutes before driving home...just to make sure he could.
Walking down the street a block or two, they found a bar that seemed reputable enough, or so Joseph said. Chance only smiled and opened the door for him. He rolled his eyes as Joseph passed him, though. Once Joseph was inside, Chance popped his head in the door. "I have to make a phone call. Order me a beer?"
Looking trim and proper in his security guard outfit, Joseph nodded. Chance let the door close and sighed. The next hour and a half was going to be the longest hour and a half in history. All part of the job, though. Keep your friends close, etc, etc.
Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, Chance smiled as he thought of his girl. Well, maybe she wasn't really his girl, but it gave him a warm sort of peace to think of her that way. And Colton, the persona trying to win her affections, would think of her that way, so Chance let himself.
Chance entered in her number, then brought the phone to his ear. He counted the rings as he walked to the edge of the sidewalk. Last night, she'd picked it up between the fifth and sixth ring. If she picked it up sooner tonight, Chance would consider that a good sign...it would mean the vulnerability he'd shown her at lunch was starting to work. Chance held his breath on the third ring. His stomach started twisting with a nervous, elated feeling.
The ring cut off midway through. "Hello?"
A groggy voice answered him and Chance smirked as he exhaled. Was she intentionally sounding sleepy, or had he genuinely woken her up? He had a feeling Makayla acted nonchalant around him on purpose. Guarded was an understatement. "Hey...I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He made his voice as concerned as he could genuinely make it.
She yawned. "Yeah...it's okay, though."
Ah, the old, 'I wasn't waiting up for you...but I'm glad you called' bit. She had waited up for him. Perfect.
"Oh, well, I don't want to keep you up too late, I just wanted to thank you again for this afternoon. I had a great time."
Chance smiled, reliving it. Yes, if there was one bright point that he'd take away from this job, it was getting to know Makayla. The butterflies started swarming in his stomach again, moving to his chest.
Makayla giggled...it was school-girlish, and beautiful. Chance's chest tightened. "I had a great time too, Chance." She sighed on the end, then coughed, like she was trying to cover the happy sound.
Chance smiled wider. "When can I see you again? I could come over tonight?" He let his voice come out a little husky. He knew she'd say no, he wanted her to say no---it was much too soon for sex---but he wanted her to think about it. Think about him.
She made a strangled sort of noise and Chance pictured her biting her lip, frustrated and wanting to say yes. What she did say though, was completely predictable. Chance could have said it right along with her. "Chance...we're keeping it casual, remember? Casual doesn't include late night rendezvous."
Shaking his head, Chance murmured, "Hey, I just meant I could tuck you in...like the other night. My intentions were pure. Yours however..."
Chance laughed, deep and seductive. It took her a second, but she eventually laughed with him. "Right, I'm sure your thoughts were completely pure when you threw out that suggestion."
He sighed, the tightness in his chest blossoming into something warm...and painful. "I didn't mean anything sordid by it...I just want to see you again." Chance frowned. That was a true statement...he really did want to see her again. He just wanted to look at her, and have her look back at him. He wanted her to see him...really see him. That thought made the feeling in his chest fall, made the butterflies in his stomach turn to ice. God, he could not afford to fall for her.
Makayla didn't catch any of his internal wrestling. With a sound that seemed full of wondrous possibilities, she whispered, "I want to see you, too." After that, she sighed in a way that matched the ice filling Chance. "And I'm an idiot for feeling that way so soon."
Chance grinned, some of the frigidness within him melting. If she only knew how much longer than her Chance had been at this. What seemed like a quick romance to her was actually weeks of planning and preparation for him. "Yeah, well...I guess we're both idiots then." Her content sigh met his ear and he again asked, "So? When can I see you? Tomorrow? Same time, same place?"
He bit his lip, hoping she said yes. He needed an excuse to be in the bank. He needed to scope out the manager's office, the surveillance room, even the employee's break room. Any information he could get beforehand, would only make his job easier.
Makayla exhaled; it came out like defeat. "Yeah...okay. A lunch date sounds...causal, I guess."
Chance chuckled. As lightly as he could, he told her, "I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Makayla." He tried to wrap warmth around the words, tried to comfort her, seduce her...give her a peek into what a relationship with him could be like, if she only gave him a chance.
In a tone that nearly matched his own, she whispered, "Goodnight, Chance."
Chance blinked, feeling himself being comforted, seduced. Seeing again in his mind what a life with her could be like...
Irritated, he shook his head and disconnected his phone. His father would be furious if he knew about his conflicted emotions...that was, if he were still around. If he still cared. If he'd ever cared.
Sighing, Chance rolled his eyes and headed back to the bar for his evening of sheer boredom with Joseph. He suddenly welcomed the monotony. Anything was preferable to thinking about that man for the umpteenth time today. Someday, when he was strong enough, Chance vowed to never think about him again. He hoped that day came soon.
Chance spotted Joseph immediately. He was sitting tall and straight, scoping the customers around him warily. He looked like he was sitting in the middle of a rowdy, biker bar that was going to erupt into chaos at any moment. Pretty funny, considering the jukebox was currently playing Huey Lewis and the News. Stopping himself from rolling his eyes again, Chance slapped on the friendliest smile he had. Time to make nice with his coworker. At least this one didn't pack any heat like his other "coworkers."
Sitting backwards in his chair, Chance lifted the glass of beer that Joseph had diligently ordered for him. Holding it out in front of himself, he smiled. "Cheers...to good times and good friends." Mentally, Chance cringed. God, that was cheesy. Joseph, however, brightened and raised his glass. Cheesy was right up his alley...Chance knew it would be.
"To friendship." Joseph clinked his glass against Chance's and they both tilted them back.
Chance felt only the tiniest amount of guilt at his deception towards Joseph. While he hated to jade a man that seemed untouched by the harsh reality of life, in a way, he supposed he was doing Joseph a favor. Life was hard. Life was messy. Life wasn't clearly black and white, with villains stroking thin mustaches, laughing manically, while the good guy puffed out his chest and blocked bullets with nothing but his good intentions. No...life wasn't that cut-and-dry, and the sooner Joseph learned that...the better.
After exactly one beer, Joseph wanted to call it a night. That was fine with Chance. As he waved goodbye to the man and got into his unassuming vehicle, Chance smiled. The night wasn't a total loss. Chance had taken a few opportunities to hone his "skills." While he'd been intentionally sloppy about picking Makayla's pocket, Chance was actually very good at it. He always had been. It was one of the first things he'd been taught as a child.
Once he was safely driving away from the scene of the crime, Chance reached into his pocket and pulled out his goodies. A wave of reminiscent excitement coursed through him as he flipped three wallets that he'd collected onto the passenger's seat. It was small time, trivial and meaningless, but brassily taking something from someone inches away from him was intoxicatingly fun too. It still gave Chance a rush. It really was better than sex...well, sex with a mark that he had no feelings for anyway. Sex with Makayla...well, that would probably be different.
Shaking away that thought, Chance smiled at his collection. The secret to a successful pluck was not using your thumbs. If you could take the wallet using a scissor-like motion with your first two fingers, the victim wouldn't feel it. Chance had plucked some well-concealed wallets that way. Reaching back into his jacket pocket, Chance pulled out his most prized possession for the evening...a gold watch. Watches were inherently trickier, being attached to the body as they were. Chance considered them the crème de la crème of pickpocketing. He tried to nab one whenever he could. Of course, being in a bar helped his odds considerably. The person he'd taken this one from had nearly lost his ability to stand straight. Chance probably could have asked him for it.
Chance fingered the diamond studded bezel. It was an exceptionally nice piece. It had probably set the man back a few thousand. Chance sighed, wishing he could keep it. But, he knew he couldn't. Holding onto "hot" property was a sure-fire way to end up in jail. And jail was one place Chance was hoping to avoid. He wouldn't want to end up next to dear old Dad...he'd probably get shanked.
Tossing the watch down on the seat, Chance accelerated and blanked out his mind. Wasn't he just thinking earlier that he would someday stop thinking about that man...guess today wasn't that day. Makayla had placed a seed in his head earlier at lunch...maybe that was why his thoughts were sprouting in that direction.
Exhaling in a steady, calming way, Chance let Makayla fill his mind. Her warmth, her breath...the outstanding cleavage she sometimes showed him. She was sultry and seductive and so very ripe for the picking. It was clear that she'd been neglected for far too long. Even though he knew it was too soon, Chance was already looking forward to sharing himself with her. Well, his body anyway. He'd never really "share" himself.
Picking his way down side streets, Chance stopped where he stopped most nights before heading home---a few doors down from 899 Terrace Lane...Makayla's cheery, yellow home. He smiled as he leaned over the steering wheel. The sunshine house matched his sunshine girl. Well, Colton's sunshine girl. The lights were all off. She was probably fast asleep by now. Chance considered taking a peek through her windows, just to check on her, but he couldn't risk a nosy neighbor seeing. He couldn't get busted doing anything illicit...not if Makayla was ever going to trust him.
Sighing, he pictured her sprawled out on her bed, maybe a hand on her breast as she slept. His body stirred a little at the thought. Chance shook his head. No, it was too soon for that. But flashes of her skin played in his mind. He imagined the taste of her, imagined her twisting in need...for him, imagined pressing himself into her welcoming body. Then he heard her moan his name, followed by, "Take me...I trust you..."
Chance closed his eyes and swallowed. His body was ready, thanks to his little fantasies, but the imagined words were hurting his heart. God, he wanted it...and in a way he shouldn't want it. He wanted her trust, even though he knew he had no right to take it. He wanted her to believe in him, believe in him so strongly that she'd fight for his innocence, fight for his soul...
Opening his eyes, Chance scowled at the house in his vision. No, he wanted to win her trust so he could use her. That's what he did, that's all he did. That's all Makayla Lewis was to him...a mark, a victim, a pawn. Nothing more. Throwing the car in reverse, Chance left Makayla's pleasant neighborhood behind. He didn't belong there anyway.
Chance awoke the next morning at peace with his world again. He was just a few weeks away from a big score, a large pickpocket, so to speak, and the rush he'd get from that would be incredible, one for the record books. And if he could get away with no one getting injured and only the manager getting arrested...so much the better. Smiling as he rose from his bed, Chance prepared himself for a morning as Colton Burke. Wrapping his persona around himself, he showered and dressed for his afternoon date.
But first, he'd need a little spending money.
Driving a couple of towns over, Chance found the out-of-the-way pawn shop that he'd used on more than one occasion. He liked to use this one because the owner didn't ask a lot of questions. If the merchandise was good, so was he. In Chance's line of work, that was appreciated. Stepping into the shop, a bell above him signaling his arrival, Chance was greeted by a fat face covered in hair. The burly man straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. Last time Chance was here, he'd cajoled the man into giving him a third more than he'd wanted to. Chance gave him a wide smile. "Carl, did you miss me?"
Carl didn't appear to. Frowning, he twisted the toothpick he was chewing to the other side of his mouth. "Sure...what do you have for me, Cody?"
Chance smiled at another of his aliases. Cody, the shady pawn shop customer. Stepping up to the counter after making sure that no other customers were lurking, Chance plopped down the diamond encrusted gold watch. Carl let out a low whistle before stopping himself. Chance smirked. Oh yeah, he wasn't walking out of here with less than fifteen hundred. God bless drunk, rich frat boys.
Carl picked it up, examining it. "Well, I'll have to verify that this is authentic before I agree to any prices."
"It's real...and its leaving right now if you're not interested."
Carl frowned at Chance's blunt answer. "I didn't say that...no need to be hasty, Cody."
Chance waited, knowing that he needed to play just the right amount of casualness and determination. His next trusted money source was in the next state...he actually needed Carl to unload this for him, he just didn't want Carl to know that. All part of the game.
Sighing, Carl finally said, "Fine... nine hundred."
Smiling, Chance took the watch back. "It was nice see you again, Carl."
As he started turning, Chance started counting. He hadn't made it to three before Carl shot back, "Okay, eleven hundred."
Chance twisted to face him. "Two grand."
Carl's mouth dropped. "Are you nuts? I do need to make a profit on the thing."
Chance shrugged like he didn't care either way. Inwardly hoping that Carl said what he wanted him to say, Chance twirled the gold beauty on his finger. Carl's eyes watched it greedily. "Thirteen hundred."
Chance watched the beady little eyes follow the flashing metal he was spinning. Sighing, Chance sounded as if he was making a huge concession for the pawn shop owner. "Look, I came here first because I like you, Carl, but I've got other options." Closing his hand around the watch, he leaned on the counter. "I'll tell you what...just for you...eighteen hundred."
Carl straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. The man looked a little angry, on the verge of telling Chance to go to hell. He was exactly where Chance wanted him. His next comment was music to Chance's ears. "I'm not going a penny over fifteen hundred, Cody. And if you have somewhere else that can do better," he raised his arm to point outside, "don't let the door hit your ass on the way out."
Inwardly, Chance smiled. Outwardly, he looked alarmed. "Hey, hey, now. No need to take it personal...this is business, Carl, nothing more." Tilting his head, Chance sighed and set the watch on the counter. "Alright...just because you are my first choice...and my favorite...fifteen hundred it is."
Chance sighed sadly and Carl smiled victoriously, like he'd won. Chance let him believe it...small victories were huge ego boosts. And if Carl felt like he'd worked him over, maybe the next go round would be even more in Chance's favor.
Carl stepped into the back. Moments later he returned with a wad of cash. He counted it out to Chance, then snapped the watch from the counter. Chance left without asking for a receipt. He and Carl both knew that he didn't really need one.
Thinking that an easy fifteen hundred in his pocket wasn't a bad way to start the day, Chance fingered through the wallets on his seat. The credit cards he ignored. Not worth the risk right now. He pocketed the meager five and ten dollar bills he found. Wallet snatching was really just for fun; it didn't provide a sustainable income. Unless you did it in Vegas...or Disneyland. Those were where the padded wallets were. Chance had made almost three grand in one day while vacationing in California last year.
As he started his car back up, Chance wondered for a moment if Makayla had ever been to Disneyland? She'd probably like Space Mountain.
Shaking his head, Chance started driving out of town. Heading the opposite way from where he really needed to go, Chance wiped the wallets clean and then tossed them one at a time out of his window, a few miles apart from each other. They'd probably be found eventually, probably by the highway garbage crew. Maybe the owners would be contacted and they'd get them back. Chance always liked to give the owner a fifty-fifty chance at retrieving their merchandise. It seemed fair.
Once all of his stolen goods were gone, Chance turned around and headed back to Plymouth. Anticipation washed through him as he reentered the city. It was nearly time for his date...for Makayla to look at him again and speak to him again. Watching her was one thing, but it was always better when she was aware of it.
He pulled into the parking lot for the bank exactly a half an hour before he was supposed to, just like yesterday. It gave him time to scope the place out...gave him a reason to be there. He was merely a man waiting for his girl to have her break. Nothing strange or suspicious about that.
Leaving his sunglasses on, Chance walked into the lobby. He kept his face towards Makayla's counter, but let his concealed eyes drift to take it all in. The security cameras were old and obvious, they could be easily blocked or avoided when it was time for the break in. They could even possibly disrupt the signal with a little bit of advanced technology. Or looping the feed...that was always a good choice.
From the corner of his eye, Chance noticed Makayla smile and wave at him. He turned his vision from the hallway that he'd been exploring yesterday. He was positive that one of the rooms in that direction held the bank's safe. Banks dealt in money, taking it in, doling it out. Not all of that money was kept in the employee's tills---don't leave all your eggs in one basket. After the set amount was counted, the excess was kept in a concealed safe. Once that amount hit a set limit, it was sent out of the bank by armored truck.
Sometimes the bank's safe was obvious and huge, more like a vault, but those were generally reserved for large banks in large metropolitan areas. This particular branch was small, local, and their safe was a modest one. Modest, but given the right time of day and week, it probably held a sizeable amount. And a sizeable payday with minimal-to-no security was exactly the sort of job Chance loved. Only idiots with short-sighted goals went for the gargantuan bank robberies. And besides, it wasn't purely about the money anyway.
Chance returned Makayla's warm greeting. He felt his heart beating just a bit faster as he approached her. He wanted to frown, but kept up the charming grin, so Makayla wouldn't notice anything strange. Really, there was no reason for nerves or excitement, for his chest to tighten and swell. This wasn't a Jennifer Anniston flick, and there wouldn't be a sappy, happily-ever-after moment for Chance and Makayla. There couldn't be. Not with him being who he was.
Now, if only Chance could convince his body of that.
Leaning against her counter, once it was free of other customers, Chance lowered his sunglasses to stare up at her. She smiled and bit her lip. A light flush ran along her cheeks as she watched him. The color was intimate, the same shade a woman got after a really good climax. It made Chance want to sigh with contentment.
"Miss me?" he murmured.
Shaking her head, Makayla raised an eyebrow; it was adorable, and her blue eyes seemed a little bluer. "How can I miss you when you're always around?"
Chance smiled and looked down. God, if she only knew how true her comment was. Chance watched her a lot more than she believed. He peeked back up at her. "Well, then. Perhaps I should just go to lunch on my own today?"
He pulled away from the counter, pretending to leave. He made the movement as slow as he could, wondering if Makayla would let him leave. Luckily, she didn't. Grabbing his elbow, she gave him a throaty laugh as she stopped him. "Freeze, Mister."
Chance grinned at her comment and looked back at her. Cop-girl...interesting development that had turned out to be; he hoped it didn't complicate matters. Chance needed Makayla to play along. He knew she was rigid about rules, but if she was too rigid...
Makayla smiled as she pulled his elbow closer to her. When he was facing her again, she laced their hands together. Chance's heart skipped a beat. Sighing, she tilted her head as she looked at him. Her long sheet of hair draped over her shoulder and a soft sigh finally escaped Chance. She was probably the most beautiful girl he'd ever conned.
After a long second of gazing at each other, Makayla straightened and released his hand. "You're going to get me into trouble." Tucking some hair behind her ears, she bit her lip again. Pointing over to the lobby, she frowned. "You're early again, why don't you go have a seat?"
Chance gave her a boyish smile. "Sorry...just anxious, I guess." Backing up a step, he nodded over to the plush chairs where he'd be surveying his target. "I'll just wait over there...stay out of your hair."
Makayla grinned, then shook her head again. "You do that." As an afterthought, she threw in, "And try and stay out of trouble."
Chance gave her an innocent expression, raising his hands in the air. "I always try, Makayla." He shrugged. "But sometimes trouble just finds me." Chance groaned internally. He hadn't meant to say that...but there was a certain amount of truth to it. Chance really wasn't a fan of trouble, but in his line of work, it couldn't always be helped. Such was the risk of his chosen profession. As Chance sat down he reconsidered. Chosen? No, Chance doubted very highly that he'd ever had a choice about his life...or the trouble that always did seem to find him.
As he waited in his plush chair, a past conversation floated into his brain. It was one he tried to never think about...it was one that kept coming up. It was the conversation that had changed Chance's life. It was the conversation that had rocked his world to the core. Leaning back in the chair, he lazily looked around the room, taking in every detail about the bank that he could. His heart wasn't in it though. His heart was stuck in a painful memory.
He'd been at a hospital, visiting a friend of his father's. The fellow thief had gotten himself shot in the stomach by a protective homeowner...a hazard in their line of work. Sneaking into his room to say his goodbyes, Chance had leaned over the seemingly comatose man. He'd wearily opened his eyes, his lids fluttering as the life slowly seeped from him.
"Chance?" he whispered, smiling.
Chance had put his hand on his shoulder. "Quiet, you need your rest, old man."
He'd laughed, coughing up a trace amount of blood. "Old man..." Then his laughter had faded and he'd locked eyes with Chance. "I don't think I'm getting out of this one, kiddo...and before I go," he'd wheezed, his breath stuttering, "I need to tell you how sorry I am."
Chance balled his fists as he remembered the confusion that had swept through him."You're sorry...for what?"
The old, dying thief had looked down, no longer able to look Chance in the eyes. "I helped him take you...and I shouldn't have."
Getting lost in his memories, Chance's eyes watered as his vision swept over Makayla. He hadn't known what the man had been referring to at that moment. Sighing, Chance wished he could go back to the time when he'd been ignorant...it truly is bliss to be in the dark. The words haunted his brain as he stared at Makayla. He held her in his vision like she was the only thing grounding him, like he'd die if he looked away. Even still, a causal smile was on his lips as his heart broke apart for the thousandth time. No one around him would ever suspect the grief Chance was currently experiencing.
The old man's last words hung in Chance's ears. "Your father...needed a child for a job...he took you...then kept you...and I'm sorry for my part in it."
Yes, that was Chance's truth. He'd been conned for his entire life...he didn't even know his real name. Everything he'd once believed in was a lie. And a part of him felt like a hypocritical bastard for using Makayla like he was. He didn't deserve her...not one tiny little bit.
Chapter 7
Exposure
Makayla watched her thief sit down on a plush lobby chair. He seemed perfectly at ease, just waiting for his girlfriend to go on break. Girlfriend? Makayla frowned. They'd only gone on a couple of dates. Was that what she was? Chance leaned back in his chair and lazily looked around the room. He reminded Makayla of herself, the way he always took in his environment. She did that too, always surveying where she was, where other people were. Makayla knew the reasons she did it. She wondered if Chance's motives were as pure as hers. For all she knew, he was looking around and contemplating his next score. God, she hoped not.
Makayla looked away from her date. And that was exactly why she couldn't consider Chance her boyfriend and herself his girlfriend. No, he was just a man she was getting to know, a man she was casually dating. A man that she didn't trust yet at all. Biting her lip, she wondered if she ever would.
"Hey, you okay?"
Neil propped his elbow on the edge of the counter separator. "You look a little defeated." He frowned, his pale eyes glancing over to Chance and then back to Makayla.
Makayla rolled her eyes. "Yeah, just inserting drama where there is none."
Neil twisted his lips and narrowed his eyes; it was adorable on him. "If you mean Chance, then you're not inserting imaginary drama...he's up to something, Makayla."
Makayla cocked her head, a little irritated. "Because he wants to get to know me? Because he says he likes me?"
Neil crossed his arms over his chest. "You know that's not what I meant. Don't go all insecure-defensive-girl on me. You're smarter than that, Mack."
Sighing, Makayla relaxed and looked back at Chance. He was staring down the hallway that led to the break room, the same hallway Makayla had found him in yesterday. He was doing it in a subtle way, using only his eyes and not his entire head, but Makayla had an eye for detail and the subtle distinction wasn't lost on her. Frowning, she whispered, "Yeah...I know."
She looked back at Neil and shrugged. "Do I just break it off with him? Refuse to ever see him again?"
Neil looked down. "I can't tell you that...but...it would be the smart thing to do." He peeked back up at her, a small, apologetic smile on his face.
Makayla looked away. Yes, she knew it was the smart thing to do. The only problem was...she liked Chance. He sparked something in her, something that hadn't been sparked, kindled, or even touched, in a very long time. It was hard to walk away from something that enticing. It was hard to walk away from a real connection...when it had been ages since she'd had one.
Chance looked over to Makayla's direction and smiled at her. The smile was warm, genuine, and glorious. Smiling back, Makayla muttered to herself, "I've been smart all my life. Maybe Chance is right. Maybe I just need to be a little less...smart."
Hearing her, Neil wrapped his hand over her shoulder. "Well, just don't turn into a complete idiot on me."
Makayla glared up at him and he laughed, his gorgeous dimples showing themselves. Removing his hand from her shoulder, Makayla prepared to finish the remainder of her shift before her lunch break. Neil started turning away, then stopped and looked back at her. Leaning in, he whispered, "Hey, Natalie invited me out yesterday. She made it sound really casual, but...do you think she likes me?"
Makayla frowned, thinking back to the eager girl cornering her in the break room. Yeah, she definitely had a thing for Neil. Wrapped in her own thoughts all day, most of them steamy and inappropriate, Makayla had forgotten to warn Neil. Sighing, she looked around for the chipper girl. Seeing her highlighted locks bouncing as she helped a customer open their safe deposit box, Makayla looked back to Neil.
"Yeah, actually, I know she does. She may as well have told me yesterday." Twisting her lips, Makayla shook her head. "You need to be careful with her, Neil."
He sighed, slumping a little. "I was afraid of that." He looked over at the young girl who had allowed herself to be smitten with an unavailable man...not that anyone really has a choice about who they fall for. "She always has this look on her face when she talks to me." He looked back at Makayla. "And she giggles a lot." He frowned while Makayla tried unsuccessfully to not smile. Ah, puppy love.
Seeing her amused expression, Neil rolled his eyes. "It's not funny, Mack." Sighing, he shrugged. "So...do I say no?"
Makayla eyed Neil up and down. Neil was her best friend. If he hadn't given her a chance to just be friends with him, she would have missed out on a lifetime of amazing memories with him. He was funny and outgoing, smart and endlessly entertaining. Makayla would hate for Natalie to miss out on an opportunity to get to know Neil. But could a crush as severe as hers be turned around into friendship? That was the real question, and it wasn't up to Makayla to decide it.
"I can't tell you that, Neil. But, I would say, if you want to hang out with her and you want to go to the show, then go." He nodded and Makayla leaned into his side. "But be very specific and upfront with her. Don't give her any false hope."
Neil sighed and shook his head. "Yeah...alright." Closing his eyes for a second , he muttered, "Girls are so complicated."
Makayla smiled. Neil was just as complicated as any girl she'd ever met. The two sexes weren't nearly as far away from each other as they liked to pretend.
When her break time rolled around, Makayla headed to the back to get her jacket and purse. Walking past the manager's office, she heard the sounds of a keyboard clicking. She rolled her eyes. Dan sounded productive in there, but she knew that he was probably surfing the internet or playing solitaire. Yesterday she could have sworn that he was watching Jerry Springer.
Pausing, at his door, she knocked. She could hear papers shuffling around, drawers being shut. After a moment, he responded with a gruff, perturbed, "Yeah?"
She cracked open the door and peeked her head in. His office was always a mess, like a mini-tornado had just touched down. Makayla honestly wasn't sure how he found anything in here. Glancing at the balding, paunchy man behind the desk, Makayla smiled her brightest smile. "Hi, Dan. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going on my break. After me, it will be Natalie, then Neil. The lobby is pretty slow, but I expect it to pick up pace in an hour or so. Ted just finished with a loan so he'll probably have some paperwork---"
Dan cut her off with a wave of his pudgy hand. "Yeah, yeah, sounds great, Makayla. Enjoy your break." Makayla frowned as his disinterested eyes drifted back to his computer. He was obviously just waiting for her to leave so he could resume whatever he did in here. Shaking her head, Makayla turned to leave. His voice stopped her.
"Makayla?"
She turned back. "Do you think you could close up for me again? I've got a...doctor's appointment to get to in a couple hours."
Makayla kept her face as expressionless as she could. The man had more "doctor's appointments" than any person she'd ever met. He must be seriously ill...or really getting good on his back stroke. "Sure thing, Dan."
He smiled and Makayla twisted around. Honestly, she felt better about being the one to close up shop. At least, if she did it, she was sure that everything was secured and locked. It wouldn't surprise Makayla in the slightest if Dan "forgot" to lock the front doors one night.
After grabbing her stuff, Makayla headed back down the hall to meet up with Chance. Once again, he was waiting for her. This time, he was leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway. Makayla glanced around the hall. The security room's door was tightly closed, the secret guard inside carefully out of sight, but she'd accidentally left Dan's office door open. She could hear Dan clicking away on his keyboard, absorbed in whatever he was doing.
Makayla knew that the bank's overflow was tucked into a safe in Dan's office. She jokingly referred to it as the vault, but really, it was just a good-sized safe built into the wall, covered by an obnoxiously bright painting. Chance didn't seem to be interested in the room one bit as he watched her walking towards him, but Makayla casually closed Dan's door as she walked past, just in case. Chance smiled wider.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded, ignoring the way his grin made her stomach belly-flop. "You're not supposed to be back here, remember?"
He put his hands up, feigning innocence. "I stood right here, at the very end of the hall." He smiled brighter. "Scout's honor," he drawled.
Makayla rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm really sure you were a boy scout."
Chance chuckled, looking down and peeking up at her from under his brows. God, it was an attractive look on him. "Yeah, you caught me...I lied."
Biting her lip, Makayla latched onto his arm. His smile turned sultry as he glanced at where they were connected. "I will always catch your lies, Chance...eventually." Her face turned serious as she gazed at him. "So don't lie to me."
Chance swallowed, his eyes flicking down to her lips before searching her face. "I won't," he whispered.
Makayla's eyes drifted to his lips. They looked so soft and inviting...and she knew they were. Was it causal to kiss your date in greeting? She leaned forward slightly, not really caring if it was causal or not. She needed to feel the connection. Her body warmed with every centimeter she got closer to him. He didn't move, just let her painstakingly inch towards him. But his lips parted and his breath was just a bit faster. When his smooth skin was the only thing in her vision, Makayla closed her eyes. Her lips brushed against his. They each barely moved against the other's, neither one rushing or deepening it. An ache shot right through Makayla and her heart started pounding. She wanted to grab his face and press her lips against his. She wanted to lightly slip herself inside him, feel the heat and warmth, feel the softness of his mouth. But that...wasn't exactly causal...so Makayla pulled away from the peck as soon as she could make herself.
Chance's eyes were closed, like he was imagining everything she'd just imagined. He sucked on his lower lip, then opened his eyes. The desire was so clear to her in his gaze that Makayla nearly wanted to throw casualness and caution out the window. She nearly wanted to yank him into Dan's office and start going at it right there on the desk, next to Dan's computer. Maybe that would get her lazy boss's attention.
Amused by her own fantasy, Makayla smiled and pulled on his arm. "Come on, let's go eat." She raised her eyebrows in a playful, seductive way. "I'm starving." Her eyes trailed down his body and she bit her lip. She meant that in more than one way.
Chance groaned a little as he followed behind her. Catching up to her, he murmured in her ear, "Just so you know...you're killing me with how sexy you are."
Makayla grinned and giggled, just like Natalie. Guess she had something in common with the teenager after all. They were both pursuing ill-advised relationships that would probably end unsatisfactorily for both of them.
Chance took Makayla to a little bakery nearby. The smell emanating from the place when he opened the doors was amazing. Makayla was sure she gained a pound just by breathing in the pastries displayed under the glass counter. She almost objected to the choice of location. Her trainer had kicked her butt last night; she was still sore from the workout, her thighs shaking a little as she sat down. But Chance had a warm, sweet smile on his face and it halted Makayla's tongue. Besides, she had enough willpower to not get the roll slathered in buttery, cinnamon-and-sugar sweetness.
Sitting across from her in a booth, Chance placed his arms on the table and leaned over. There was something about his face that looked different to Makayla today. Something in his expression. She wasn't quite sure what it was, other than...happiness.
Tilting his head, he bit his lip, then asked, "So, anything of interest happen since our last date?"
Makayla thought back to her training session followed by an hour and a half bath at home. "No, not really. You?"
Chance's smile widened; it was hopelessly attractive. "Nope, nothing worth repeating."
Makayla narrowed her eyes at his grin. "What did you do last night?"
Chance chuckled and reached across the table to grab her fingers. His eyes stayed glued to her fingers as he stroked her short digits. "I worked, then went to a bar with a coworker." He looked back up at her, his smile genuine. "Then I went home...and thought about you."
Makayla flushed and looked down at their fingers. It had been an eternity since a guy had said something even remotely sweet to her. Frowning, she looked back up at him. Did he mean it, or was Neil right...and he was just up to something? Ignoring how nice his hand felt caressing hers, she stopped his fingers from their intimate exploration.
"That's all?"
"That's all...did you expect more?" He raised an eyebrow at her, amused.
Makayla smiled at his expression. "Well, actually...yeah."
Chance leaned forward even more and whispered, "I really should let you start planning my evenings. They seem so much more interesting than mine."
Makayla giggled, and hated herself for it. Pulling her hand back, she tried to keep herself composed. She played with a long lock of her hair to distract herself. Chance's eyes locked onto the silky strand she was running between her thumbs. Makayla felt someone coming up behind her and turned to see their waitress approaching. After ordering a couple of healthy sandwiches, the pair relaxed back against the padded seats.
Makayla felt a silence wash over them, but it was a comfortable silence. She once again felt like she'd known Chance for longer than she had. Like, somehow, he'd always been around. After a pleasant meal and pleasant conversation, it was time for Makayla to head back to her shift. She found herself reluctant to go. She hovered outside the front doors of the bank, holding Chance's hand in hers.
He eyed the doors. "Do you want me to walk you inside?"
Grabbing his other hand, she faced him. "No, it's alright. I'm sure you have more important things to do than hang out in a bank all day."
His jaw tightened, just a tiny little bit, but Makayla saw it. "I don't mind," he drawled. He stepped closer to her, his body pressing into hers. "Anything to prolong the leaving part of our dates."
She smirked at him, but didn't step away from his closeness. She even considered wrapping his arms around her waist...but she was trying to keep things breezy. "Are you trying to seduce me?" she whispered, leaning her face up into his.
His eyes glanced down to her lips, so very close now. Chance swallowed and shook his head. "No...I think I'm the one being seduced." Makayla smiled and tilted her head, giving him just the right angle to complete the connection she was dying to have him complete. He leaned forward, just a fraction of an inch, then stopped. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.
She nodded, then impatient, leaned up to him. "Yes," she murmured, her lips already brushing over his.
She tried to keep the kiss a small one, but with their bodies smashed together, she found it difficult. Releasing one of her hands from his, she cupped his cheek. Then she parted her lips and slipped her tongue just inside of him. Chance made a deep noise in his chest, and his hand came out to clench her hip. The noise electrified Makayla, and she ran her hand from his cheek, to tangle up into his hair.
Chance made another noise, then pushed her backwards. Keeping his body flush to hers, he pushed her into a secluded corner of the bank's walls. Nestled back in the berm area, they were mostly obscured from anyone's vision. His body hard against hers, Chance deepened their kiss. Makayla's breath picked up as she tugged on his hair. As crazy and impulsive as she knew this was, he ignited her, and caving into that feeling...was amazing. Chance's hands slid over her body, his fingers clutching her thigh, hitching her leg up his, as much as her tight skirt would allow anyway.
As his need pressed against her, a little bit of common sense flooded into Makayla. She couldn't continue with this intensely passionate moment, no matter how much she wanted to. It wasn't smart, it wasn't practical, and it definitely wasn't casual anymore. Pushing against his shoulders, she firmly shoved him away.
"Chance," she panted, "we can't..."
He met her gaze, his breath heavy, his eyes hooded. "Makayla..." Her name was practically a groan across his lips. Makayla had to adjust her position against the wall.
She shook her head. "This isn't casual..."
His lips came back to hers. "I don't care...I want this." He pulled back to look at her again. "I want you." He blinked after he said it; he seemed surprised by his own words. Reluctantly he dropped her leg back to the ground. "You're right," he whispered. "This is...too fast."
Makayla smiled that he understood, that he felt the same. As he stepped back from her, his face turned pensive. Makayla straightened her clothes and hair, watching him curiously. After a long moment, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm trying to be patient, but you're...very beautiful." Makayla flushed and looked down. His fingers lifted her chin back up. "And smart, and funny...loving, sweet, loyal..." He sighed. His eyes unnecessarily moistened as he searched her face. "I wish I deserved you."
He moved away from her but Makayla grabbed his arm. He wouldn't look at her at first. When he did, his eyes seemed haunted. Makayla bunched her brows, not understanding the severity of his mood. "Chance? What is it?"
Sighing, he stepped towards her. "Do you think people can change...if they really want to?" Makayla nodded. She believed anyone could change...it was the only reason she was still sort of with Chance. He looked down, then nodded. Chance closed his eyes, his hand clenching into a fist. After a moment of silent debate, he finally reopened his eyes and looked at her. His gaze was clearer, less emotional. Smiling slightly, he shrugged. "I hope that someday I'm worthy of your trust. I hope that someday...we won't have to be causal anymore."
Makayla placed a hand on his cheek, her heart swelling. "I want to trust you, Chance. I want to be...more than causal too." She ran her fingers down his chest and he nodded. Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm starting to have feelings for you," she whispered in his ear, not able to say it any louder. Trembling, she added, "Don't let me down."
With that, she stepped away from him. Not looking back at where he was, she made her way to the front doors. She heard Chance let out a heavy sigh as she left.
Once she was back inside the bank, Makayla let out a long, shaky exhale. Things had gotten intense there for a second. She hadn't meant to show Chance a piece of her heart, but it had slipped out anyway. She sort of felt like exposing herself to him was giving him a weapon to use against her. Makayla hated that she felt that way---dating was supposed to be about opening yourself up to someone---but she did. Opening up to someone, especially someone that she didn't know very well, was a good way to get a knife through her heart. And with Chance's background, shady and secretive, Makayla had a feeling that the knife he plunged into her would be twisted a few times as well.
Sighing, she plucked a stray piece of bark from her shoe and again wondered why she was seeing him. Why invite the heartache that was so obviously coming her way. It would be better for her to have Natalie's problem, to lust over an unobtainable man, then to be with someone who'd use and abuse her.
Spying Neil talking to Natalie in a corner, both of them smiling and laughing, Makayla sighed again. But Chance had exposed himself to her as well. And he seemed to want something in his life to change. Makayla just wasn't sure what, really. But she wanted to help him. And...if they fell in love along the way, wouldn't that only help him more? If he truly did want an honest life, a life with her, love could be the lifeline that pulls him out of the darkness that he sometimes surrounded himself with.
Smiling as she headed to the back to deposit her jacket and purse in the employee area, Makayla hoped against all hope that Chance wanted to become the man she wanted him to become.
When Makayla came out of the hallway, Natalie bounded over to her. Her face flawless and beaming, she grabbed Makayla's arms. "Guess what?"
Containing both a sigh and a smile, Makayla shook her head. "What?"
"Neil said yes!" She giggled after saying it.
Makayla frowned at the look of sheer bliss on her face. Did she look like that when she giggled in front of Chance? God...she hoped not. "Oh...well, I'm sure you'll have a good time."
Natalie bounced up and down, like she had springs in her high heels. "We're going to have the best time."
The woman started to edge past Makayla, on her way to take her own lunch break, but Makayla grabbed her elbow. "Hey, you know that the two of you are just friends, right?" Makayla hated to be so blunt, but she couldn't let Natalie harbor any hope of a lasting romance with Neil. No, Makayla should be the only one harboring impossible hope.
Natalie frowned, her perfectly highlighted cheeks flushing. Looking down, she blinked rapidly. "Yeah, I know." She looked back up and flicked a quick glance at Neil before looking at Makayla again. "I just...want to spend time with him."
The pleading in her eyes was nearly painful to Makayla. She wanted to spare the young woman the heartbreak she was setting herself up for, but there really was no way to do that. Sometimes, life lessons had to be learned to be absorbed. Mom can tell you that the stove is hot...but you'll never understand until you touch it yourself.
Sighing, Makayla nodded and let the peppy woman walk away. Makayla didn't have much room to talk anyway. She was dating a crook. A crook that she wanted to believe could be saved...but who knows if that was true or not. For all she really knew, Chance had played her from day one. For all she really knew, Chance was still playing her.
Trying to save someone that couldn't be saved was one thing...being duped by a skilled manipulator, quite another. Until she knew for sure which side of the coin Chance really was on...Makayla would have to be extra cautious.
As her work day wound down, Makayla considered her options. She could continue on her light and breezy path with Chance, where he seemed to have all the control against her ever-declining will power, or she could shake things up a bit. Surprise him. Maybe throw him off, if he was trying to play some game with her. Intrigued by that idea, Makayla was grinning ear-to-ear as she locked up the overflow cash in the bank's safe tucked in Dan's office.
Covering the vault with the picture that used just about every color in the rainbow, she startled a little when the door was knocked on. Neil stood in the entryway, frowning. "Dan shouldn't have you doing his job for him. It's not right."
Makayla shrugged as she surveyed the wall, making sure everything looked untouched. "At least I know it's being done right if I do it."
She looked back at Neil and he smirked. "You should be the manager...he should be fired."
Makayla brightened. "I don't want to be a bank manager. I want to chase bad guys."
Neil left the smirk on his face but his gray eyes narrowed. "Speaking of bad guys...how was your date?"
Makayla started to giggle, but stopped herself. Shrugging, she stepped out of the room and closed the solid door. Locking it, she said over her shoulder. "It was...fine."
"Fine?"
Twisting to Neil, she shrugged again. "Yep...fine."
Neil shook his head, then looped his arm through hers. He started to pull them through the doors, but Makayla balked. "Go ahead, I'm not quite done here."
Neil nodded. "Alright, have a good night, Mack."
Once he exited the bank, his hand lifted in parting, Makayla rapped on the surveillance room door with two quick knocks followed by three, followed by two. It was their silly code for "I'm done for the night, time to lock up with me." Ricky, the slightly pudgy, gentle-looking security guard came out of his room. For a second, Makayla pictured Chance getting a job here as the bank's security. It would be a little ironic, considering his history, but then she'd see him a lot, and...make sure he was staying out of trouble during the day.
He walked out of the door with her, then raised an eyebrow, silently asking if she wanted an escort to her car. Smiling, Makayla shook her head as she locked the bank. She wasn't afraid to be on her own and she had a private phone call she wanted to make, one of the reasons she'd sent Neil away. Ricky shrugged and mumbled something about heading home to watch the game.
Makayla waited until he was long gone, then dug through her purse. Finding her cell phone, Makayla entered in Chance's phone number. The phone rang forever. Just when she thought it would go to voicemail, the line picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi, Colton."
Chance sighed softly. "You're the only one that keeps calling me that. Maybe I shouldn't have told you my real name?"
Now Makayla sighed. "No, I'm glad you did." As Chance chuckled, Makayla remembered her reason for calling. "Are you working tonight?"
Chance paused. "No...I have the night off. Why?"
Twirling a long lock of hair around her finger, Makayla looked out the bank's front window. An office building was next door, but the windows were so dark, Makayla only ever saw her own reflection in them. Her cheeks flushing, Makayla wondered if anyone next door had seen her steamy moment with Chance at lunch? That would be kind of embarrassing. Sometimes it was easy to forget that no place was really private anymore. Eyes were everywhere.
"Well, I thought I'd come over to your place. Maybe we could watch a movie?" And maybe Makayla would see something if she dropped in unexpectedly. Or maybe he'd let his guard down, if she questioned him where he was most comfortable.
Chance was silent a moment. "Uh...yeah, that sounds nice, actually. But, isn't that...a step up from casual?" He chuckled. "Unless you've reconsidered the sleepovers?"
Makayla ran a hand over her cheek, her neck. She was warm, just from the thought. "No, no sleepovers...just a friendly movie."
Still chuckling, Chance sighed. "Too bad...I like the image of you waking up in my bed." Voice soft, he added, "I like it a lot, actually..."
Makayla bit her lip. She liked the image too...sprawled out across his chest...kissing his neck...his fingers trailing up her warm back... Shaking her head, refocusing her thoughts, she murmured, "Well, just a movie tonight."
Chance paused, then , "Okay...sounds nice. Here's my address..."
He rattled off a series of numbers and gave her a quick idea of where to go. Smiling, Makayla told him, "Great, that's pretty close to my work, so I'll see you in a few."
"Uh, okay. I was just out running an errand, so I'll be a few minutes behind you...you need anything while I'm out?"
Makayla twisted her lips, intrigued by the idea of checking out his place before he got there. Maybe he'd left it unlocked? Surely, as his date, she could let herself in? "No, I'm good...thank you."
"Okay, I'll see you in a few." His exit was rushed, but Makayla was rushed now herself, so she didn't dwell on it long. She had a chance to spy on his place without him around, if she got there soon enough.
Quickly tossing her phone in her purse, she hustled to her car. His address was in a nicer part of town, which Makayla found interesting. She hadn't realized that a part-time security guard could afford living in such an uppity neighborhood. Maybe he rented with other people? Or maybe...he supplemented his income in a way that Makayla didn't want to hear about. But, no, that was the whole reason for her to surprise him---she wanted to know.
The streets were slick with rain as Makayla drove along. It had poured in the afternoon, and the previously dry roads were a little slippery. If it was still the heart of winter, Makayla could have put on ice skates and glided over to Chance's house. People did that sometimes, during the coldest months of the year, when inches of ice covered the little used side roads.
Makayla let out a low whistle when she pulled up to Chance's curb. She had to double-check her memory, to make sure she had the right house number. But she did, and she knew she did. Her brain held on to facts like that. Chance lived in a two-story home that was made completely out of brick. Makayla had never actually seen a perfectly brick home. She supposed it was just a façade, she was sure that the actual home was made of wood, but, still...it was impressive.
The house had chimneys on both ends of it. Near the center, the home bulged out into an opulent, bay window. The bricks curved there, rounding in places that bricks generally didn't round. It was breathtaking, and for a moment, Makayla just stupidly stared at it.
Snapping out of it, Makayla remembered to look for Chance's car. She didn't see his parked along the street, and didn't notice any sort of driveway beside the house. A small alley to the left led behind the row of homes. Makayla figured that's where Chance probably parked---out of sight, so his magnificent home wasn't blemished by his modest vehicle.
Makayla stepped out of her car, wondering if she should head around back? If that's where he parked, then maybe that's the door he'd possibly left open. It wouldn't be weird for his girlfriend to enter from the back of the home...right? Shaking her head, Makayla marveled at how quickly she put herself into the girlfriend roll when it suited her purpose.
Looking around at all of the dark and quiet homes along this sleepy street, Makayla made her way down the sidewalk leading to the alley. She peeked up into Chance's windows as she passed; they were all dark, quiet, he didn't seem to be home yet. Smiling, she bundled her thick jacket around herself and carefully traversed the slippery cement.
Makayla ducked under a thickly branched tree. Its limbs created lines of dark shadows along the already dark alleyway. She could smell the acrid stench of cigarette smoke on the other side. Frowning, Makayla wondered if Chance smoked; she'd never smelled it on his clothes before. Popping out of the other side of the overhanging branches, Makayla stopped dead in her tracks. A rough, menacing man was leaning against a strange car, staring at her.
His dark eyes glanced down her body as he sucked on his smelly habit. "What are you doing here?" His voice was just as imposing as his size.
Her mouth dropping open, Makayla prepared herself for one of two responses. She was either going to demand the same thing from the man in front of her, or she was going to turn around and hightail it back to her car. Heels or not, she was sure she could beat the hulk of a man to her vehicle.
What happened though, was not either of her two choices.
Her foot, continuing its forward momentum, slipped on a slick patch of freshly muddied dirt. Surprised at seeing the gruff man in Chance's driveway, Makayla couldn't correct her footing in time. Slipping, her ankle twisted painfully and she collapsed to the ground in a heap. And because tonight was not her night and gravity was not on her side, her body continued its downward momentum once it started it, and her head smacked the edge of the decorative bricks lining the lawn.
Damn decorative bricks.
Chapter 8
Manufactured
Chance had been watching the bank when Makayla called; he'd watched her make the phone call. It had nearly startled him out of his skin when his phone beside him had rung. He just hadn't expected her to call him so soon. Once their plans had been hastily made, he'd had to change his course and whip home from another direction. It would have been pretty weird if he'd followed her home, then pulled in right behind her.
As it was, Chance arrived at his place just in time to see Makayla go down. Not able to see why she'd fallen, shock and fear burst through his chest simultaneously. Then his eyes locked with Reggie's. Chance narrowed his as he squealed into his parking space. Pure rage flowed over the panic in his heart. What was he doing here? Did that bastard touch her? If he did...he was dead...no ifs, ands, or buts.
Flying out of his car, Chance surveyed the seemingly unconscious woman on the sidewalk. He immediately rushed Reggie, slamming the huge man back into his vehicle. "What the hell did you do!"
Reggie struggled, then shoved Chance back. Blowing a swirl of smoke into Chance's face, he snarled, "I said hello...that's it."
Calming himself, Chance looked back at Makayla. He couldn't let Reggie see the emotion swirling in his body. If Reggie knew that Chance actually cared for Makayla...things would get really, really complicated. Bending down to Makayla, Chance felt for her breath. It was light and even against his cheek; it made him shiver. Gently, he felt the back of her head. No blood, but a decent knot was forming. Whispering her name, he waited for a response. She groaned, her eyes fluttering, but she didn't snap out of it.
Glaring back up at Reggie, Chance spit out, "She saw you?" Reggie nodded, puffing another cloud of smoke through his teeth. Irritated, Chance stood and pushed his shoulder back. "I have cleanup work to do now, idiot, so get back into your car and I'll deal with you and Garrett later." Scowling, Reggie moved around to the driver's side. Chance followed him. Grabbing his forearm, Chance hissed, "Don't ever come to my place again. You'll ruin...everything."
Reggie sniffed and narrowed his eyes. "Courtyard, tomorrow at noon. Don't be late."
"I won't."
Reggie got in his car and Chance slammed the door in his face. Hearing Makayla groan, Chance hurried over to her while Reggie pulled away. She started to sit up as Reggie's car vanished down the alley. Squinting, her face contorted in pain, Makayla looked around and then up at Chance supporting her. "What...happened?"
Relief coursing through him, Chance smoothed the hair on the back of her head, tenderly caressing the bump he could still feel. Makayla winced and touched the bump as well. "I'm not sure, but I think you fell."
Trying to stand up, Makayla grumbled, "I'm suing your ass if my jacket's ruined."
Chuckling at her comment, Chance helped her to her feet. "I don't think my homeowner's insurance covers clumsiness."
Once fully standing, Makayla seemed to be hit with a flood of memories. Her blue eyes shifted to the empty space where Reggie's car was once parked. She pointed at the space. "There was a man....smoking. He looked dangerous..."
Chance kept his face light, while his insides darkened. If Reggie had done anything to her... Smiling, he tilted his head. "Because he was smoking? You know that's a horrible cliché, right?"
Makayla narrowed her eyes at him. "No, because he looked..." She frowned. "I don't remember..."
She looked really upset by that, by the fact that she couldn't remember quite what Reggie looked like. Chance felt like smiling wider. If she didn't remember Reggie, that was a good thing. A small bit of goodness from her approaching headache.
Chance only shook his head and shrugged. "You were out here alone when I got home, Makayla. I didn't see anybody else."
Makayla shivered and held her arms close to her body. "Someone was here." She inhaled. "I even still smell the smoke."
Chance shrugged again, hoping she didn't smell the smoke on him. He'd have to change his clothes once they got inside...maybe shower. Great. How would he explain that away? Reggie...dumbass. Rubbing her arm, Chance gave her a concerned smile. "You're freezing...let's go inside."
Walking over to the back door that Chance used as a front door, Chance saw an opportunity. He sighed as he saw it, but knew that opportunities had to be seized when they presented themselves. Internally swearing at how much this was going to hurt, Chance purposely walked over a patch of slick sludge right next to a sink hole filled with murky water. Whenever it rained heavily, runoff from the neighbor's berm left a trail of dirty slime across his drive, culminating in the small lake beside his yard lined with mud and slippery foliage. It was a spot Chance usually took great care to avoid. If he really lived here, he'd have fixed the drainage problem first thing.
Making sure that he released himself from Makayla, so she wouldn't fall again, Chance let himself lose control on the loose collection of mud and bark. From there, gravity took over and Chance didn't have to do much, except look like an idiot. Cursing, he made sure as much of the filthy water splashed on him as possible. Well, now he had a reason to take a quick shower. Damn Reggie.
Makayla's eyes widened as she stared at his prone position on the ground beside her. Then she started to laugh. Forcing a frown to his face, Chance looked properly humiliated as he glared up at her. "Thanks, your sympathy is overwhelming."
Laughing so hard tears were streaming down her cheeks, Makayla shook her head. "Sorry, I've just never seen someone bite it that hard." She wiped her eyes and shook her head. "Look at you...you're soaked."
Chance looked down at himself, pleased. Yes, he was soaked, and already sore. Groaning, he swore again. With pleading eyes, he looked up at Makayla. "Could you help me, instead of laugh at me?"
She instantly bit her lip to halt the chuckles; it was adorable. Extending her hand, her eyes turned from playfulness to remorse. "Are you okay? That looked like it hurt."
Wincing in earnest, since it really had hurt, Chance grabbed her hand and stood up. "It hurt my pride worse than my body..." Frowning at his true statement, he looked over the mud-droplets covering his clothes. "So much for your knight in shining armor."
Makayla sighed and wiped some mud off of his cheeks. "I'm a big girl...I don't need a knight."
She gave him a warm smile filled with hope. Chance swallowed. Being around her was difficult at times. She had this bad habit of making him want to be a better person. She had this horrible way of squirming under his skin and making him tell her all sorts of things that he didn't want to. Like this afternoon, at the bank. He'd wanted to profess his adoration of her when they'd had their little moment outside. And, in a way, he had. He'd said he wanted her. He'd said she was loving, funny, sweet, and he wished he was worthy of her...and he'd been completely honest.
He did want to be worthy of her. He did want her. A part of him wanted Makayla in his life from here on out. But that wasn't a possibility. Not anymore. And Chance knew that. It made every moment he spent by her side just a little painful. Especially when she whispered magic things into his ear. Things like, "I'm starting to have feelings for you." It was exactly what Chance needed to hear for his con to work...but it was exactly what Chance, the man behind the con, wanted to hear for himself. It killed him a little to hear it...because he couldn't keep her. None of this was real.
Feeling his heart cracking as he stared into her open, honest eyes, Chance shook his head. "I'm a mess...I should take a quick shower."
Makayla's face brightened and she nodded. "Okay. I'll just...hang out...and wait for you. Then we can watch our movie."
Chance grinned. She was going to spy while he was in the shower, that much was obvious. Well, it wouldn't do her any good. His home was perfectly "dressed." Colton Burke lived here and he---trying to reform his deceptive ways to impress the girl he was falling for---hadn't done anything wrong lately. Any sordid deeds that Chance was up to was kept far away from "Colton." Except for Reggie's unexpected arrival. Idiot.
Unlocking his door, Chance watched Makayla frown a little. Her plan must have been to hope his door was open so she could snoop around his house while waiting for him to come home. Interesting. Wasn't a bad plan, except Chance never left his doors open. As he ushered her into the kitchen, he wondered if she'd have broken into his home like Reggie and Garrett had. Probably not. She seemed hell bent on following the rules. Hopefully he could cure her of that soon.
As she stepped into the middle of the room, her mouth open a little as she looked at the pristinely kept home around her. Chance closed the kitchen door and watched her. Twisting to look back at him, she shook her head. "This is really nice, Chance." Cocking an eyebrow, she added, "Is it really yours, or are you squatting?"
Chance chuckled and shook his head. She was actually pretty close. The home was in foreclosure. The market was slow enough, the banks in trouble enough, that Chance could stay here for quite a few months without a single person asking him anything. Except the nosy neighbors. But really, as long as Chance smiled and looked completely harmless, no one much questioned his story of purchasing the home. It was a tactic that he and his father had used on numerous occasions as they'd run cons up and down the country.
"It's mine, Makayla." For now.
Putting her hands on her hips, Makayla didn't seem as easily convinced as his neighbors. Of course, she knew a thing or two about him...the cookie cutters along the street didn't. "How does a part-time security guard afford a spread like this?"
Looking around the room, Chance put a sad smile on his lips. "My grandma passed a few years ago...left everything to me." He met Makayla's eye and shrugged. "I was her favorite." Chance sighed, wishing that were true. He'd never met his grandparents...didn't even know who they were. His mother or his real father either, for that matter.
Makayla's eyes softened as she stepped towards him. Placing a hand on his arm, she shook her head. "I'm sorry."
Chance nodded and sniffed. "Yeah, well...I thought real estate would be a good investment, and setting down roots seemed like a good idea at the time." Chance frowned. Setting down roots? Why had he told her that...? Guess his mind was still daydreaming about the impossibility of being with her long term.
Makayla smirked at the look on his face. "How much did you lose?"
Meeting her eye, Chance grimaced. "It's not pretty."
Makayla chuckled and nodded. No, if Chance actually had bought this house a few years ago, he would have lost quite a bit of money on the deal. Such was the way with real estate nowadays. One of the reasons Chance had stopped doing property cons. You know the market is bad when even a crook won't touch it.
Smirking at her while she chuckled at him, Chance pointed to the arch that led to the living room. "If you want to wait in there, I'll just go upstairs and clean up."
Makayla nodded and practically bounded into the room. Chance smiled, wondering how far she'd take her little impromptu inspection. She'd probably search every room, every drawer, every nook and cranny. Her heart would probably race, as she thought of him returning at any moment, possibly catching her in the act. Walking slowly up the stairs to the second floor, Chance decided to take his time. The more she looked, the less she'd find. Maybe she'd start to trust him if he appeared to be exactly who he said he was. And even his power bill was under the name Colton Burke. According to the city of Plymouth, New Hampshire, Chance was Colton and Colton was Chance.
Chance lounged under the hot water, smiling at the thought of Makayla being a super spy downstairs. He really would need to teach her a thing or two if she was going to consider becoming a police officer. Shutting the water off, he frowned. Why couldn't she have said her life's dream was to be a beach bum? Chance could have worked with that. It made his option of convincing her to set up the bank manager out of civic duty less likely. Even without proper evidence, even knowing that he might walk, her training would probably make her want to go through the proper channels. That obviously wouldn't help him rob the bank...Chance would have to get started on a plan B.
Shaking his head, Chance brushed his teeth, in case Reggie's stench was still on him, got dressed, and headed back downstairs. Plodding with heavy steps, and even clearing his throat a few times so Makayla would know he was coming, Chance made his way to the living room. He found her sitting on the couch, innocently waiting for him. Eyeing the room casually, he spotted things out of place here and there. He'd need to tell her to be more careful while she was rifling through people's belongings. Smiling at her, he noticed the flush in her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell. Telltale signs that her heart was racing, that she was rushing with adrenaline. He'd have to tell her to work on controlling her body as well. It was a dead giveaway that she'd been up to something.
Deciding that he couldn't just let her get away with invading his privacy, Chance tilted his head at her. "You...okay? You seem, I don't know, flushed."
Makayla bit her lip and her eyes widened nervously. Ah, Makayla, you'll need to play it cooler than that if you plan to catch me. Hmmm...did he want her to catch him?
Not showing a hint of his inner turmoil to her, Chance sat beside her on the couch. Running his fingers through her silky hair, he murmured, "Were you up to something...nefarious while I was gone?" He wanted to laugh at the look of panic on her face, but schooled his features. He also wanted to lean in and feel those plump lips again, but he schooled that desire as well. He was nothing if not disciplined. Well, most of the time anyway.
Finally, Makayla locked gazes with him and seemed to find her self control. Leaning into his side, she told him, "Well, I did scope out your DVD collection." She raised an eyebrow. "The Italian Job, Ocean's Eleven, and Catch Me if You Can... Something you want to tell me?"
Chance paused his fingers. He'd never realized his movie collection was so...focused in one specific genre. Damn. He'd have to pick up some romantic comedies soon. Nice catch, Makayla. Maybe he'd underestimated her.
Smiling, Chance shook his head. "You caught me...I'm a sucker for caper movies." He brought both his wrists together and held them out to her. "Arrest me."
Makayla eyed him for a moment, then laughed. Chance melted into her side. She'd taken her jacket and shoes off, making herself comfortable in his home. Her blouse was clingy, molding to her body in all the right areas. Chance felt a little of his self-control slipping as he stared at her. She was so beautiful...it was a shame, really, that he'd have to break her. Chance bit his lip, hating that thought.
Makayla studied him as he studied her. Tilting her head, her long locks draping over her shoulder, she asked, "You okay?"
No, I'm not. I'm a horrible person doing horrible things to you...and I hate myself for it. But if I don't do them, if I walk away, Garrett is going to get pissed...and I don't know what he would do then. It's safer if I con you. You're safer...if I deceive you. Ice flashed through him as he considered how true that statement was. Garrett was not a good person to piss off.
Not saying any of that inner monologue, Chance smiled as seamlessly as he could. "I just can't believe you're here...with me. It seems too good to be true..." He sighed. That was true.
Flushing, she looked down. "I'm not...I'm really not anything special, Chance."
He lifted her chin with his finger. "That's not true. You are special...very special."
Not able to help himself, that famed self-control flying right out the window, Chance brought his lips to hers. She greeted him instantly, welcoming his body with her own. Their kiss was soft and sweet, almost innocent. Then Makayla slipped and reached up to thread her fingers through his hair. Grabbing a handful, she pulled him into her. Chance's heart rate spiked. She could be so forceful at times...it only emphasized her loneliness. He wanted to ease that ache within her, wanted to be everything he could to her...for now.
He pressed her against the back of the couch, his hands sliding along the silky fabric of her tight shirt. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling him even closer. Chance was sure this wasn't what she'd had in mind when she'd asked to come over...and he knew they weren't ready for the big moment yet...but he was enjoying this way too much to stop it.
His tongue sliding against hers, he clenched his hand around her hip. Chance was breathing heavier as he slipped his hand around to feel her backside. She moaned in a way that started making things very difficult for Chance. He knew he needed to stop this, but really, all he could think about was pushing her down and lying on top of her.
Apparently, Makayla felt the same.
Her breath as hard as his, she wiggled her way down, so that her back was flat to the couch. They stared at each other for a second, then her arms cinched around his neck, drawing Chance down to her. Knowing he shouldn't, Chance settled himself over her. Her legs wrapped around him instantly, pulling him in, inviting him to press his aching body against hers. And he was aching. As much as he prided being able to control his emotions, controlling his lower body from reacting to...this...was too much to ask.
Dropping his head into her neck, he groaned as they squeezed his body. It satisfied them both. Makayla murmured something, holding his head close to her. Chance needed to stop this...it was too soon...he just couldn't find the words. And Chance never had trouble finding words. It was part of his gift, part of his curse. For once, Chance wanted to ignore the con. He had a beautiful woman in his arms. He wanted to make love to her...and worry about the rest later.
He started unbuttoning her shirt, exposing the creamy skin inch by inch. She moaned and dropped her head back, pushing his down so his lips touched each section. Breathing heavy, Chance trailed his mouth across her flesh. When he got to her bra, he slipped the cup aside. Just a quick taste, that's all he wanted. Makayla cried out, and Chance took the moment to press his hardness against her again. She been neglected so long...Chance wanted to fill that void, right now.
His mouth not moving from her nipple, his fingers traveled to the waistband of her skirt. Quickly finding the zipper along her hip, Chance loosened the material and slipped his hand inside before he could stop himself. Makayla's hands tangled in her hair as she arched her back. She wanted this so bad. She wanted Chance to touch her, to satisfy her...that much was clear to Chance. And he couldn't stop himself...not anymore.
His fingers slid against her slick skin. Makayla...lost it.
She cried out in multiple short bursts. Chance peeked up at her face. She was climaxing, at just his soft touch. It was glorious to watch. She was so neglected...
He circled his fingers around her, encouraging the release. He pressed his own ache against her thigh, but knew now that tonight would not be for him. No, tonight was for her. She needed his attention. Maybe it wasn't too soon for this after all.
As her cries diminished, her body relaxed. Chance removed his fingers and fixed her clothes. Feeling in control again, he let this be the end of their connection. She would regret going any further, and Chance didn't want her to regret anything with him...not yet, anyway. As she closed her eyes and worked on stabilizing her breath, Chance sealed her shirt shut. He sighed as her beautiful body was hidden from him again. But...he could wait. Chance was good at waiting. He had to be.
When he finished, he cuddled into her side. Breathing lightly in her ear, he worked on taming the fire in his body. It would take a while, he was sure, but he could do it...as long as she didn't touch him for a few moments. And she didn't seem capable of it. Eyes closed, she seemed completely at peace. Then, her lip started to tremble.
Frowning, Chance lifted his head. "Makayla?"
She shook her head, but Chance saw the tears in the corner of her eyes. Crap. Did he misjudge what she'd regret? If he'd gone too far...it might ruin everything. He brushed away a tear that had escaped. "Makayla...what is it? Did I...go too far?"
She opened her eyes and stared at him a moment. Swallowing, she finally cringed. "No...I'm sorry. I'm just a little...overwhelmed. It's been so long since anyone..."
Her voice choked up and she closed her eyes again. A tear leaked out and Chance kissed it away. God, she was more neglected than he'd first believed. It swelled his heart and he wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay, Makayla... it's okay." Chance closed his eyes and kissed her head. He'd never wanted to protect someone so much in his entire life. And being who he was...that made things incredibly complicated.
For once not knowing what to do for her, Chance merely held her in his arms, occasionally kissing her head. He felt himself starting to choke up at her reaction. He'd never had someone get...emotional...just by being with him. It opened something in him, something he tried very hard to always keep closed. Never fall for the mark...
Chance swallowed. Makayla...I'm using you...but don't think that I don't care, because I do. I care a lot...
Not able to say anything he really wanted to, Chance ended up whispering, "I'm starting to have feelings for you, too, Makayla...and I don't ever want to hurt you. I won't...ever hurt you."
Chance felt his eyes sting. He was lying. He would hurt her. What they were going to do, what he had to convince her to take part in...was going to hurt her. Then, after the job was done, Chance would disappear, like he always did. That would most definitely hurt her. Him too. Clenching her tight, Chance forced the painful separation from his mind. It wasn't here yet. He still had her today, and living the life he did, today was all Chance ever got.
Makayla squeezed him back just as hard. After a while, she murmured, "Tell me something, Chance..."
Chance tensed, wondering what she'd want to know, wondering which lie he'd have to spill. It was a dangerous time for her to ask; so much emotion was flying through his body right now, Chance wasn't even sure if he could lie to her right now. Don't fall for the mark...
She pulled back to look at him; her face was more composed. Chance felt like his was all over the place. Schooling his features, he gave her a warm, confident smile. Don't ask me anything hard right now, Makayla. Don't push me...I might fall.
She smiled at his face, her thumb coming up to rub his cheek. She didn't look embarrassed by her earlier tears. No, she looked...in love...as she gazed at him. He swallowed again. "When I asked you about your family before...you shut down. Why?"
Chance looked away. God, he could not give her this lie right now...he just couldn't.
Her fingers brought his gaze back to hers. "Hey, I'm not asking for the story, I'm just asking for the why. Why does the mention of family...hurt you?"
Chance sighed. Because my father was a cold, manipulating bastard who used me as a pawn since the very day of my birth. Because...I was the mark...and I never realized it, until it was too late. Because he used me, and it hurt so bad I immediately set him up...put him jail...and I never got any answers out of him. Because...I have no family...
Swallowing back his inner thoughts, Chance gave her a sad smile; he didn't even have to fake it. "My story isn't a nice one...you don't want to hear it, Makayla."
She shook her head, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Yes, I do. I want to know everything about you...the good...and the bad."
Chance looked down. No, no you don't, Makayla, not really. Everyone always says that, says they want to know everything...have all the facts. Then the truth comes out. And then everyone always says they'd rather go back to when they didn't know. Always. Chance knew he did.
Shifting her position to cuddle into his body, Makayla lifted his chin. She stroked his face and gazed at him with open adoration. Chance wondered if she knew how clear her emotions were. She may have been guarded before...but she wasn't now. That scared him some. Especially since he still wanted to tell her the truth.
"I do want to hear it...if you trust me to listen."
Chance closed his eyes. God, she was using his trust mantra against him. She was better than he thought. As Chance shifted through the various back stories he'd memorized for the various people he pretended to be, Makayla added, "Besides, you promised me an inside peek into the mind of a criminal...and so far, you've been pretty closed off. You won't even tell me how you got your nickname."
Feeling the humor in her words brightened Chance's spirit. He cracked an eye. Grinning at her, he shook his head. "I'm not a criminal...but you're right, I did say I'd let you see how I ticked." Or rather, how Colton ticked. She'd never get to see how Chance really ticked.
Shaking that thought out of his head, Chance sat up on an elbow and smiled down at her. "Well, the nickname is pretty simple...it's just boring." Sitting up, Chance prepared himself to start the lie machine. And once he went down this path...he wouldn't be able to stop it. But really, what choice did he have?
Shifting himself so Makayla's thighs were over his lap, Chance let himself stare blankly at the floor. He saw Makayla frown out of the corner of his eye. He knew his words didn't match his reaction. That was intentional. Makayla's curiosity was spiked now, and once he told her the simple story of how he'd gotten his name...she'd be his, if she wasn't already.
Closing his eyes, Chance fought back the self-hatred he felt growing in his stomach. God, he was such a bastard for this, but he had to tell her something. Besides, this would answer her question about his family anyway. Well, Colton's family. Leaving his eyes closed, since the pain on his face matched his story, he whispered, "When I was young, I used to break into abandoned warehouses. Then I started sneaking into office buildings, just to see if I could. I'd steal stupid stuff...staplers, white boards...a rolling chair, once."
Chance opened his eyes when he felt Makayla sit up. Scooting back, she wrapped her arms around her knees. Chance glanced over at her and cringed. "The rush...it was all I cared about." He swallowed and dropped his eyes. "My parents didn't know what to do with me. They tried counseling, grounding, church...but nothing seemed to work." Chance sighed, looking up at her again. "I think they finally just...gave up."
Makayla put a hand on his shoulder and Chance had to look away. She was feeling exactly what he wanted her to feel---I won't give up on you. He hated himself a little more. Running a hand back through his hair, Chance sniffed and got to the meaty part of his story...his lie. "I was breaking into a building close to the federal building on the day it was bombed...I still remember the sound of the explosion..."
Makayla inhaled, just like Chance wanted her to. "I remember that... You're from Oklahoma...you grew up in Oklahoma City?"
Chance nodded as he gazed at her. No, not really. He was from Texas, or so his father had told him. Makayla had been right on when she'd first guessed about his accent, an accent that Chance did nothing to mask, since it evoked a feeling of trust in the people who heard it. But Chance would never let Makayla know that she was right about his heritage; it went against his emotionally gripping back story. And he couldn't tell her his real story. Being raised by a man who'd taught him to steal before he could walk wasn't entirely sympathetic.
His voice quiet, slightly breaking with emotion, Chance told her the bits and pieces that a real witness would have remembered from that horrible day. "I remember it like it happened yesterday. I was sixteen...looking for a high...going into empty offices, stealing anything of value, wallets, purses, jewelry...anything. When the bomb went off, I felt it...I felt it shake the building I was in. I remember screams and people running..."
Makayla's eyes were wide when he looked back at her. Chance allowed his eyes to fill with tears; he needed them for his story. A knot of disgust filling his stomach, he whispered, "I was supposed to be watching my little brother, but I bailed..." He swallowed; a tear rolled down his cheek, practically on cue. God, he was good at this. "My mom had to take him to work with her...there was a daycare center in the building..."
Another tear fell from his eye and Chance swallowed again. He let his voice trail off intentionally. It was better if Makayla came to the conclusion herself. It made him seem more...damaged...if he couldn't say it.
As he knew she would, Makayla quickly filled in the blanks. "Your mom worked at the federal building? Oh...oh, Chance...your brother..." Her hands flew to her mouth as her eyes watered. For a split-second, Chance wanted to tell her that he was lying, that he didn't have a dead brother, and for all he knew, his mother was alive and well. But...Chance had a job to do.
Chance nodded, looking away from her. "The bomb went off near the daycare. My mom was only on that side of the building because of me, because I bailed on her. My little brother shouldn't have been there at all... It was my fault...it was all my fault..."
Makayla's arms wrapped around him and Chance felt himself start to break down. He was such a dick for doing this to her. It had to be done though. He knew that he had to proceed with the con, regardless of his mixed feelings. Garrett couldn't be allowed near Makayla. Saddened by the situation he found himself in, and now fully realizing that it had been too early for his scarred soul to take this job, Chance allowed his tears to fall freely; it fit perfectly with his story anyway.
Kissing his cheek, kissing his tears away, Makayla murmured, "No, no it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known that that would happen. It was just..."
He looked over at her, his expression blank. "Chance," he whispered. "It was just...chance."
Makayla's face dropped in sympathy. Her mouth parted, tears rolling down her cheeks, Chance thought she was the most perfect vision of empathy that he'd ever seen. He wished his sad story was true. He wished he really was Colton Burke, the troubled thief with a heart of gold, the man with a history so full of pain and trauma that any woman would love him, understand him, and forgive him of any crime. His real story was not so forgivable.
Brushing aside his tears, Makayla whispered, "I'm so sorry, Colton."
Chance nodded, swallowing back his grief. He had to do this and he hated himself for it.
Makayla placed a soft kiss upon his lips, then buried her head in his neck. Exhaling, Chance held her tight, savoring her comfort. He'd never get this for his real story---he'd probably get assaulted and arrested---so he had to take whatever acceptance and forgiveness that he could...even if it was a reaction that he'd carefully manufactured. Fake compassion was better than none at all.
Chapter 9
Safe With Me
Holding Chance tight on that couch, Makayla wanted to sob for him. She'd imagined a troubled childhood, what with his reaction to the mere mention of family, but she'd never imagined anything like that. She couldn't picture the guilt, the pain, the constant...agony...he must feel. Her heart swelled for him.
Touched beyond belief that he'd opened up to her so much, when they really hadn't known each other long, Makayla vowed to not ask him anymore personal questions tonight. Pulling back to gaze at him, she clearly saw the confliction in his face. He hadn't meant to tell her that much. Maybe he was worried that he'd said too much, that she'd turn away from someone that flawed. Squeezing him tight, she gave him another soft kiss. She'd never turn away from someone just because their past was a little dark. And flawed as he might be, Makayla saw a person striving to be better when she looked at him. And isn't that what he'd promised her? That he'd change, that he'd stop...for her. She believed that he would.
After a few moments of gentle kissing, Makayla pulled away to simply stare at him. He'd given her such a gift, when she'd lost control and let their heated moment become a little too heated. He'd stopped himself from taking advantage of her wanton desire. Makayla knew that, she'd felt his restraint. She respected him for his control. But, she wanted to give him a gift. Surprisingly, even though she'd said she'd wanted to go slow and casual, Makayla wanted him to take her. She almost needed him too.
It had been an eternity since Makayla had felt the warmth that she felt from him. It had been so long since she'd shared any sort of intimacy. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated his opening up to her. Maybe sex was a step too far, but Makayla just felt...connected with him, and wanted to further that feeling.
Standing up, she extended a hand to him. He took it, his brows furrowed in confusion. He wouldn't be confused much longer. Once he was standing beside her, his body lightly pressing into hers, she huskily told him, "Will you take me upstairs with you, Chance?"
He swallowed, his eyes flicking down her body. His mouth opening, he nodded. "Yes," he whispered, his eyes lazily making their way back up to hers.
Makayla smiled and rested her head against his. She placed her lips against his; the anticipation of the moment had her heart racing, her stomach tightening. It felt too soon to her, but his story, his pain...the intense moment they'd already shared...she was ready for him. Right or wrong, she was ready. Besides, she'd come here to throw him off guard, catch him in a lie...but all she'd found was that he was exactly who he claimed to be.
The only strange thing of the evening had been the man who'd surprised her. But that memory was phasing into the background. Chance hadn't seemed too worried about it, so maybe it was nothing. And Makayla couldn't remember much about it anyway. Her unladylike fall had knocked a cloud of confusion into her, revolving around that moment. A part of her wanted to ask Chance about someone named Garrett and something about a courtyard tomorrow at noon. But Makayla really had no idea why those things were stuck in her head, or what any of it meant, if it meant anything. And right now...she didn't care. Right now, she wanted to wrap her arms around Chance and make him feel...as wonderful and safe as he made her feel.
She started pulling him towards the hallway he'd come down earlier. He followed, a myriad of emotions passing through his eyes. He seemed really conflicted about this. That kind of surprised Makayla. He'd seemed gung ho about it up until this point. Maybe he was having performance anxiety?
At the top of the stairs, Makayla looked around for guidance. The hallway was a long one, with three or four doors along it, all of them closed. Chance pointed to the end of the hall when she looked back at him. His brow was still bunched, like he was still really unsure. Makayla leaned in, giving him a long, loving kiss. She could relax him once they were in his room.
Walking backwards, keeping their lips together, she finally felt her back press against his door and reached down to twist the knob. Opening the door, Makayla backed into his room and bit her lip. This was forward, even for her, but she felt such openness and honesty between them, and what could be more open and honest, than sharing their bodies.
Chance closed the door behind himself, his gorgeous boy-next-door face torn. "Makayla, I didn't tell you to... You don't have to..." He stumbled for words, and Makayla smiled.
Placing her finger on his lips, she sighed. "That's not why I want to do this, Chance." Grabbing both of his hands, she stared deep into his eyes. "I like you, I really, really like you...and I feel so close to you right now. I feel like I finally understand you some. You've shared so much with me tonight..." she started unbuttoning her blouse, her lacy bra showing itself, "I want to share something with you."
He bit his lip as she took her top off. Not an ounce of self consciousness was with her as she exposed all of her many curves to him. She knew men preferred a little meat on a woman's bones anyways, and besides, it was a well known fact that women were far more critical about their bodies than men. Men were just happy to be invited to the party, or so Neil had told her once.
Her fingers unfastening her skirt, she seductively let them slide down her thighs. Luckily, her underwear matched her bra today, that wasn't usually the case. Once she was standing before him in just her slinky undergarments, Chance ran a hand down his face. "Makayla..." he whispered, his voice strained, "I don't think we should..."
Makayla silenced him with her lips on his. Grabbing his hand, since he still seemed reluctant, she placed his fingers on her bottom. He squeezed immediately. Desire flooded Makayla as she deepened their kiss. She wanted to share herself with him so badly. She wasn't quite sure how she'd feel in the morning, but for now, she didn't really care about the morning. She cared about him. She cared about his body. She cared about his body slipping inside of hers. She cared about satisfying him this time.
Her fingers unbuttoned his jeans. His breath picked up as he heatedly kissed her back. When she had them undone, Chance shoved them down his hips, stepping out of them as they stumbled towards his bed. Free of his jeans, he tore off his shirt. His eyes finally seemed convinced that they could do this. His body was convinced too, and Makayla gasped as his hardness pressed against her.
She wrapped her arms around his bare chest, craving the smooth, hard skin under her fingertips. "I'm here for you, Chance," she murmured, not sure what she meant by it. His breath hitched and he paused in kissing her. Keeping their gazes locked, Makayla ran her hands along the band of his underwear. She slowly slid them down his toned body. Chance closed his eyes, desire clear in his face. Makayla's hand went down, to feel the length of his exposed body. He throbbed in her fingers.
Chance groaned and pressed against her. He was so ready. She was so ready. Nothing could stop this now. Dropping to her knees, Makayla decided to share herself first. Her lips wrapped around him and she heard him gasp. Feeling the smoothness of him with her tongue, Makayla relaxed as much as she could. This was definitely not something she'd planned on doing tonight, but was love ever planned? Closing her eyes, enjoying the noises he made, Makayla wondered if she did love him. Could a person fall so fast? But all she felt was the desire to please him, to make him happy, to make that boyish grin light up his face. She wanted to take all of his pain, and let him only be filled with light. That was love...right?
Moaning, she lost herself in her work. His hand came down to tighten in her hair. "Makayla..." he groaned. Makayla wondered if he was close. Just as she was mentally preparing herself for him to finish, he grasped her head and pulled her away. He was panting as he stared down at her.
Makayla felt tears of rejection sting her eyes. Had she done something wrong? It had been a while since she'd done...this...maybe she wasn't as good at it as she remembered. "What's wrong?" she whispered, mortified.
He closed his eyes, then sank down on his knees to join her. "Nothing, nothing's wrong. That," he swallowed, "that was perfect..." He smiled crookedly. "Really perfect.
Makayla felt herself relaxing, then shook her head. "I don't understand...why did you stop me?"
Chance smoothed her hair back, kissed her forehead. "I just...I feel like we're rushing this." He sighed and looked over her face. "I don't want to rush anything with you."
His eyes were so sincere as they swept over her features, it made her heart melt. "You just want to...cuddle, then?"
Smiling, Chance nodded. Slipping his underwear back on, he pulled back his covers. Smiling herself, Makayla slid inside. His warm body collided with hers. Inhaling deep, Makayla buried her head into his chest. God, she could get used to this. Wondering how she was back in bed with him, after just telling him the other day that they could only date causally, Makayla rubbed a circle into his chest. Oh well, she'd figure it out in the morning.
It was still pitch-black when Makayla's eyes opened. Her heart was racing. She'd been having a dream, no, nightmare really. That man from Chance's driveway had been in it, she was sure. She still couldn't really recall his face, but the air of menace around him had been real. She hadn't imagined that, or him.
Sitting up on an elbow, Makayla made herself release the dream and accept reality. Then she frowned, remembering her reality. Against her own wishes, she'd wound up in bed with Chance again. There was something about him that pushed at her resolve until she crumbled. But surprisingly, they hadn't gone all the way. Chance had said no. Makayla was almost more shocked by that then the man who'd surprised her in the driveway. Why on earth would a man say no? Especially when it was...already started?
Makayla looked over at Chance in bed. Her eyes had adjusted enough that she could easily make him out. He was sprawled out under the covers, his face away from her as he slept. Sitting up a little higher, Makayla placed a hand on his chest. He stirred, his head twisting back to her direction; he was smiling.
Well, it was a good thing Chance had stopped it. It was way too soon...she hadn't even known him a week yet. And Makayla wasn't one to jump in bed with a boy she hardly knew, even if technically she'd already jumped in bed with him twice now. She'd just have to work on controlling her body better. Dousing the fire. Didn't guys think about mundane stuff when they needed to calm down...maybe she could try that. Problem was, when he was touching her, barely caressing her, she tended to fantasize about him plunging deep inside of her, both of them moaning and groaning...screaming in passion. Made it kind of hard to think about anything else.
Shaking her head, Makayla looked down at her scantily covered body. Well, she'd have to try. She wasn't cheap, and throwing herself on him felt sort of cheap. Will power. If she could have it with donuts, she could have it with Chance.
Smirking to herself, Makayla leaned over and kissed Chance's forehead. He sighed. Slipping out of his bed, Makayla decided that they'd cuddled enough for one evening. She should go home. Finding her clothes in the dark, Makayla put everything she'd been wearing back on. Chance's bedroom had a bathroom attached to it, and Makayla slipped in and turned the light on. She sighed at the snarly mess that her super-straight hair had become. She just couldn't keep it tame and in control for nearly as long as she'd like. It sort of reminded her of herself...at least around Chance.
Mentally chastising herself for slipping last night, Makayla's eyes swept the room. Chance was pretty neat for a guy. Nothing was on his countertops except for his toothbrush. He even put his dirty clothes inside the hamper, instead of right next to it. Definitely a bonus. Looking at the hamper more closely, Makayla noticed something that immediately got her attention. Walking over to the hamper, she sifted past the muddy clothes that he'd been wearing when he took a spill in his driveway. Oddly, she thought they faintly smelled of cigarette smoke. Ignoring those clothes to get to the clothes of real interest to her, Makayla found the pair of jeans with a dark spot of red on them. She lifted them up closer, so she could see for sure. Not much escaped Makayla's eye, and what she was looking at was unmistakable. Blood. The knee of Chance's jeans was stained with blood.
Makayla bit her lip, trying not to overreact. People got blood on their clothes every day, it didn't automatically make someone an ax murderer. Falling back on her deduction and reasoning skills, Makayla examined the blood stains. There was a large pool, smears, and spray. There were no holes in the fabric. Unless Chance had used his knee to plug up a bloody nose, the odds were good that the blood was not his.
Makayla straightened and dropped the jeans. Her offhand thought sparked a memory that had been eluding her. The man in the driveway...his nose had been just slightly bent, like it had recently been broken. Makayla's eyes flashed back to Chance's room. He'd broken that man's nose, she was sure. That meant he knew him. That meant he probably had seen him last night. That meant he'd lied to her...
Eyes narrowing, Makayla slunk back into the bedroom. She had no proof of this, of course, but her gut told her it was true. But why would he lie, and why was he getting into fights? Her stomach tightened. Was he in danger? A moment of pure, concerned panic washed through her and she forced herself to exhale in a slow, controlled way. She couldn't worry about that yet, she had to know what he was hiding.
Seeing that he was still asleep on the bed, his hand stretched over to where her body had been, Makayla studied his room. She couldn't exactly ransack the place with him just a few feet away. Her eyes looked for anything that screamed "I hide things here!" Nothing jumped out at her. Biting her lip, Makayla felt a moment of foolishness pass over her. She'd nearly slept with him last night...and she didn't really know anything about him. Just his painful past...
Pushing aside the empathy in her chest, Makayla's eyes locked onto his jeans on the floor. The jeans he'd been wearing last night. She could see the bulge of his wallet in the back pocket. Maybe...maybe he kept something in there? Fingers shaking, Makayla walked over to the pile of clothes left behind from their passionate moment. Keeping her eyes on Chance, she plucked the wallet out of his pocket. Not sure if she wanted to find something in it or not, Makayla flipped it open. Her mouth dropped when she did.
All he had was a driver's license, a credit card...and a wad of cash. She didn't take the time to count, but he seemed to have over a grand in his wallet. Who walked around with that much cash? And more importantly, how had he gotten it? Makayla sat back on her heels, not sure what to think. Strange men on his doorstep, blood on his jeans, a wad of money in his wallet...
She looked back up at his still form. What are you up to, Chance? Drugs? Gambling? Prostitutes? Makayla sighed and put the wallet back. Whatever it was...it was nothing she could be involved in. She had to walk away now. Tears stinging her eyes, Makayla stood, and prepared to leave him.
Just as she was in the doorframe, she heard a sleepy voice ask, "Where are you going?"
Makayla closed her eyes, then looked back at Chance on the bed. He was sitting up on his elbows, blinking at her. He was adorably confused. "I'm leaving...this was a mistake. Bye, Chance."
She turned and walked through the door, her tears brimming and releasing. She heard Chance scramble out of bed and sighed. Of course he wouldn't just let her walk out. His hand grabbed her elbow in the hallway. "Wait, what was a mistake? Last night...or us?"
His warm brown eyes searched hers and Makayla felt more tears slide down her cheeks. "Us," she whispered, and turned back around.
Chance moved around in front of her. Squatting, he looked her in the eye. His moistened as he watched her tears fall. There was pain in his voice when he spoke again. "Why? I thought...I thought we were closer. I thought last night...meant something."
Makayla swallowed and closed her eyes. It had meant something. They had been closer. But he'd lied...she was sure of that. "I can't, Chance. I can't do this," she whispered.
His hands cupped her cheeks, brushed her tears away. When she opened her eyes, his were glossy, his voice shook. "Why? What did I do?" His eyes searched hers, panic clear in them. "Tell me...please? Makayla...?"
Seeing his panic, seeing his pain, Makayla felt her heart crack. He did care about her, that much she could tell. But...it wasn't enough. Makayla put her fingers on his bare chest and pushed him back. Or tried to push him back...he wouldn't budge. "Please, just let me go, Chance."
He shook his head, his jaw tightening. "No, not until you tell me why...please?"
Deciding that she had nothing to lose, since she'd already lost everything, Makayla lifted her chin. Tears dripping off her trembling jaw, she crisply told him, "You know that I saw someone in your driveway last night. Even worse, you know who he is. And you lied about not seeing him..." a puzzle piece locking into place, she added, "I smelled the cigarette smoke on your clothes."
Chance's eyes widened and he didn't say anything. Her heart dropping, she shook her head. "You broke his nose at some point...I don't know when or why." Chance's eyes widened further and his mouth opened a little. She'd thrown that out mainly to gauge his reaction, but from his reaction, it was clear that she was completely right.
Sighing, she muttered, "And you're sitting on over a grand in your wallet...people only pack that much cash around if they obtained it illegally." She shrugged. "My money's on drugs, but that's just one theory."
Chance still looked shocked, and still didn't say anything. Hearing a confession in his silence, Makayla stepped around him. So that was that, he was a crook...a current one, not a reformed one...and she'd been the stupid, gullible girlfriend who'd believed every lie he'd spouted. And just when the term girlfriend had started to sound really nice to her, too.
She was on the staircase when Chance finally broke out of his stupor. "Wait, Makayla." He rushed down the steps to stand in front of her again. A couple places higher than him, Makayla towered above him. He looked up at her, begging clear in his features. "Please, I can explain...everything."
She took in the goose bumps along his exposed skin, wondering if he was cold, or nervous...probably a combination of both. "Just let me go, Chance."
He shook his head, his hands coming up to clench her arms. "Just let me explain...it's not what you think."
More tears dropping, Makayla could only shrug and look away. Chance stepped up to the stair just below hers. His fingers brushed her cheek, wiping more tears. "Okay, yes, I lied. I did...I did see the man in my driveway. I do know who he is." Makayla's eyes snapped back to his, fury in them. Chance swallowed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just...didn't want you to get involved in this."
Her eyes narrowed. "In what? What exactly are you up to?"
Chance shook his head. "Not me...I'm not involved in anything, Makayla...I promise."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Makayla felt fire starting to burn in her belly. She did not like being lied to, no matter the reason. Running a hand down his face, Chance swallowed again, his eyes searching her face. "He's...dangerous, Makayla...I didn't want you anywhere near him."
Feeling the fire burning up her throat, she shook her head. "If he's so dangerous, why is he near you?"
Chance looked down, seemingly torn. When he peeked up at her, pain and conflict were so clear in his face, it softened the supernova in her belly. "He works for my brother," he whispered.
A name instantly popped into Makayla's head. A name she'd heard while teetering on the edge of consciousness. She hadn't been sure she'd even really heard the name...until now. "Garrett?"
Chance blinked at her, then nodded. "Yeah..."
Makayla put her hands on her hips. "I thought you said your brother died?" She bit her lip after saying it. She'd sort of spat it at him, and it had to be a painful subject, even after all these years.
Chance immediately looked down. "He's my older brother. I am...I was...the middle child."
He swallowed and sniffed and Makayla stepped down, to stand on the same stair with him. Remorse and sympathy washing through her, Makayla placed a hand on his cheek and peeked up into his face. "I'm sorry." The current moment swept back into her and she dropped her hand from his cheek.
Chance sighed as he looked over at her. "My brother is into some...questionable stuff. Reggie is sort of his...enforcer, if you will."
Makayla frowned. "So thievery runs in your family."
Chance shook his head, his eyes wide. "No, Makayla...my brother is nothing like me. My brother is...psychotic..." His voice drifted off and he stared at the floor. "You're right, I broke Reggie's nose." He peeked up at her. "I had to...he was going to kill me."
Makayla's heart leapt into her throat...he was in danger, and by his own family. Her hand flashed to his neck, feeling the life pounding in his veins. Her eyes flashed over his body, looking for any sort of injury on him. God, what was he mixed up in?
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She searched his face. "What can I do? Do we need to call the cops? Get you...protection?"
Chance sighed and shook his head. "There's nothing to do, Makayla." He looked down. "I'm really sorry you had to be dragged into this...I never wanted that..."
He frowned, his eyes contemplative. Makayla gave him a soft kiss, her worry overriding her earlier anger. He looked back over at her, then slung an arm around her waist. He leaned in for another kiss and she pulled back. "Why would your brother want you killed?"
Chance bit his lip. "Okay, you may not like this part."
Makayla narrowed her eyes, that fire starting to rekindle itself. Chance sighed as he looked over her face. "And what part is that?" she said slowly, each word enunciated.
Searching her face, he muttered, "I took something of his...and pawned it. That's why I have so much money in my wallet."
Makayla straightened and pulled away from him. "You what? Why would you do that?"
Shrugging, Chance examined their feet. "I don't know, I just...needed some cash." He looked up at her. "I wanted to do something fun this weekend. Fun things take cash...and he didn't exactly need it, so...?" He shrugged again.
Makayla's jaw dropped. "You did this for me?" Chance started to look away and Makayla grabbed his cheek. "You stole from a maniac...for me?"
"I wanted to show you a good time. I wanted to convince you to take a chance on me. That takes money, Makayla, and all my money is tied up in this house. I'm not exactly swimming in cash, so, I..."
She stroked his cheek, warmed and horrified by his story. "You said you'd stop..."
Chance gave her a sad smile. "I didn't think stealing from bad guys counted."
Shaking her head, Makayla wrapped her arms around him. "Everything counts...idiot." Placing her lips against his, she murmured, "Please don't do it again...I don't care if you don't have any money. That doesn't matter to me, Chance."
Pulling back from her, he crooked a grin. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry...about everything." His voice dropped into seriousness and Makayla swallowed as she stared at him.
She nodded, then tilted her head. "That man came back here...for you. Are you in danger? Is he going to hurt you?"
Chance gave her a weak smile. "Don't worry about my brother, Makayla. I can handle him...and his goon."
Makayla bit her lip, suddenly terrified for him. "Maybe...maybe you should come and stay with me for a few days, just until this blows over..."
Chance brought a hand up to her hair and ran his finger through it. "I'll be okay here, Makayla...I'm safe."
His smile looked a little nervous, and Makayla thought he was more worried about his brother than he wanted her to believe. She grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs. "No, you're coming with me. I won't be able to sleep at night if I'm not sure you're okay."
Shaking her head Makayla wondered how things had turned around so fast. Hadn't she just been about to walk out on him for good? And now she was inviting him to live with her? Well, odd or not, she couldn't leave him here if he was in trouble. Especially if he'd gotten into trouble for her sake. Foolish boy.
Makayla watched Chance get dressed, then helped him pack a bag, wondering if she was making yet another mistake in letting him stay at her place. But this was a mistake she had to make. She couldn't let him risk getting beat-up, or worse, if that guy came back. She'd just have to take the risk of having him at her home...all the time. A part of Makayla was kind of thrilled about that part of it. Misguided or not, she liked having him around.
Chance smiled at her as he pulled the zipper closed. Slinging it over his shoulder, he shrugged. "I guess I'm ready. Are you sure about this?"
Makayla paused as she considered that. No, she wasn't sure. She was inviting a thief into her home to keep him away from even more dangerous thieves. That screamed a warning in her head. Watching Chance's brow start to furrow in her silence, Makayla finally smiled and grabbed his hand. "As long as you promise to not pawn any of my stuff, I'm sure."
Chance's face relaxed as he grinned. "I wouldn't steal your stuff, I told you that before." He sighed and looked down. "Besides, I am trying to quit, Makayla." He looked back up at her, his brown eyes soulful. "I really am."
Makayla gave him a light kiss. "I know...that's why I'm helping you."
Twenty minutes later, Makayla was inviting Chance into her living room. He sniffed as he looked around her home. "Thank you for doing this." His eyes rested on hers. "It really isn't necessary...but I appreciate it."
Makayla nodded as she closed the front door. A wave of relief hit her once Chance was safe inside her home. Whatever trouble he was in, he had just started dating Makayla, so the odds of his brother knowing about her were relatively slim. Especially if Chance and his brother had a strained relationship...and it appeared to be very strained. It hurt her heart for a moment that Chance seemed to have such a mangled family life---his mother dead, one brother dead, and his other brother a menace to society. And who knew what Chance's dad was like. No wonder Chance didn't like talking about them.
As Makayla smiled warmly at him, Chance searched her eyes. After a moment he looked uncomfortable and looked at the ground. "I can...I can sleep on the couch," he murmured.
Makayla walked up to him and held his hand. "It's all right...you can stay with me." He peeked back up at her, a question clear in his eyes. Makayla shrugged. "I've grown to like waking up next to you," she whispered.
Chance smiled and looked away. Peeking back at her, he raised an eyebrow. "I guess being casual just got tossed out the window."
Makayla laughed, leading the sultry, mysterious boy to her bedroom. "Oh, I'm pretty sure all casualness evaporated the moment we made out on your couch." Chance grinned as he stepped into her room. Grabbing his bag and setting it on the floor, Makayla sighed. "At least we made it twenty-four hours."
Chance chuckled. Running a hand through her hair, he shook his head. "I blame myself. I just don't seem to have any self-control when it comes to you."
Slinging her arms around his neck, Makayla shook her head as well. "I'm the one that made you go upstairs with me." She raised an eyebrow, feeling her cheeks heat. "You're the one that had to stop things from getting too...intense."
Chance grinned and placed a soft kiss on her jaw. "Well, I guess we both need to work on our self-control." Wrapping his arms around her, he let out a content sigh. "I like that we both have something to work on..."
Feeling warmth, and a feeling that Makayla now knew was the beginning of love, blossoming in her chest, she pulled Chance tight to her. "You're safe here...with me." Chance dropped his head, snuggling into her neck. He nodded while she added, "I believe in you, Chance. I know you'll become the person you want to become someday...and...I'll stick by you while you're becoming that person."
Chance pulled back to look her, his eyes glossy. "Why would you do that? I just admitted to lying and stealing...still...why would you believe in me after hearing that?"
Makayla cupped his cheek. "Because I'm falling in love with you, and I don't give up on people I love." She bit her lip as she shook her head. "I'm not saying you and I will work...I can't see that far ahead...but..." she gave him a long, tender kiss, "I'll always be on your side, rooting for you. I'll always be here for you...in some way."
Chance seemed thrown as his eyes washed over her face. He seemed like he'd never heard someone say anything even remotely close to what she'd just said. Makayla lifted her chin. She was a little surprised at herself, but she'd meant every word. He was special. He was different. And...maybe they would work, maybe not, but she'd never abandon him to his inner demons. Everyone could change, if given the chance. And Makayla had a feeling that Chance had, ironically, never been given one. She wanted to be that for him. She wanted to be the rock that he could use to pull himself out of the mire with. She wanted it more than anything.
Chance was silent as he absorbed her. Smiling, Makayla grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. Fully clothed, they slipped under the covers and held each other. Before Makayla drifted back into slumber, she felt Chance squeeze her tight. A long, shaky exhale escaped him, then he murmured, "I'm falling in love with you, too."
Chapter 10
Redemption
Chance couldn't sleep. His body was curled around Makayla's sleeping form, but he found peace elusive. Somewhere along the way, Chance had lost control of this con. Yes, somewhere in all of this Makayla had taken the reins. It was all Chance could do to simply hold on to it now. And...he wasn't entirely disturbed by it. A part of him was thrilled at Makayla taking control of him. For so long now, he'd thought Makayla was the neglected one...turns out, he was in much the same boat. And, both lonely and desperate for affection, they were joined together now, for better or worse. For Chance meant it when he'd told her that he was falling in love with her. He was. Honest to God love. And that was a problem.
Chance shook his head, irritated. How did he let this happen? He was supposed to manipulate her, not the other way around. Chance had romanced women left and right. He'd stolen, lied and cheated, his entire life...and he'd never felt bad about it, not once. Of course, none of those women had ever told him that they believed in him...no one had ever said that. And Chance had been going through some emotional changes lately. The combination was turning out to be potentially deadly.
Sighing, Chance shifted in bed, Makayla's bed. Damn Reggie, this was all his fault. Chance was going to have an earful to say to the imbecile when they met up this afternoon. If he'd just stayed away, Makayla wouldn't have pieced two and two together, and Chance wouldn't have had to rapid--fire piece together some lame, half-ass lie. Although, it had worked to his advantage, considering he was now sharing a home with Makayla, if only temporary. But Chance hated hastily put together cons. Part of the job though. If you couldn't string together lies on the fly, you wouldn't make it in this business. Chance had some cleanup work to do, for sure, but maybe he could twist this new con around in his favor.
Glancing back at her, her normally perfect honey hair tangled as she slept, Chance smiled. Her piecing together his lie with only meager amounts of evidence had been really impressive. And how the hell had she known that he'd broken Reggie's nose? Because she'd seen a little bit of blood on his jeans? A little bit of unexplained cash in his wallet? Chance smiled wide. She'd make an excellent detective someday.
His smile immediately left him. Would she arrest him one day? Wouldn't that be poetic? If Chance helped her hone her skills...just so she'd be better at hunting him down. Well, if she was the one to catch him, Chance might be okay with it. And wouldn't his dad find that absurdly funny if they ended up sharing a cell at the Pennsylvania penitentiary he was currently holed up in. Chance put him away out of spite for being conned, then ended up training the girl who'd eventually lock him up out of spite for being conned. Yeah, pops would certainly find that amusing.
Chance was still considering his fate when Makayla stirred beside him. Early morning light washed across her skin, its rays fading the dull gray of predawn in the room. Chance watched her sigh and stretch. When she was fully awake, she turned her head to look over at him.
"Hey."
Chance smiled, relishing her beautiful face. "Hey." Looking over at the clock on her nightstand, Chance lifted an eyebrow. "You need to start getting ready for work?"
Makayla gave him a wide smile and twisted around to face him. "Nope," she muttered, nuzzling her head into his neck. "I have the day off."
Chance stiffened. That complicated matters. Chance had places to be today, places Makayla could not go. Hmmm, he'd have to do some fancy footwork to get away from her. A small problem that came along with now sharing a home with her.
Not letting Makayla see his wheels spinning, Chance nestled into her body. "So, I get you all day?" he rumbled, kissing her neck. Chance prayed that she would say no, prayed that she would say she was busy. That would make Chance's life considerably easier.
Makayla giggled as she exposed more of her neck to him. "Yeah, I guess so."
Chance winced mentally, but to her, let out a low groan. "Hmmm...what will we do to pass the time?"
Makayla wrapped her arms and legs around his body, drawing them even closer to each other. For a second, Chance considered blowing off Reggie and Garrett and spending the entire day in bed with her. It was a little too soon, but after their moment yesterday...Chance was sure she wouldn't regret sleeping with him now. She was ready. But was he?
As his hand wrapped around to rest over her backside, Chance thought it was a risk he could take. The very idea of being with her filled him with a longing he'd never experienced before. As their bodies lined up, Makayla let out a low groan of her own. Chance pictured the curves she'd shown him last night. He imagined them without the constraints of the scant clothing she'd left on in his bedroom. He remembered the feel of her mouth enclosed over his lower body. God...to have that again.
His body taking over, Chance pushed her back to the mattress and settled himself over her. He leaned in to kiss her neck, rocking himself against her in the process. She moaned again and Chance smiled into her skin. She wanted this...he was sure. He moved up to lock her lips with his. She immediately pushed him away.
Frowning, Chance moved off of her body as she scrambled out from under him. Sitting up on an elbow, he eyed her with his brows furrowed as she hopped out of bed. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. Smiling, her cheeks flushed, Makayla put a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, I'd like to brush first...if that's okay."
Relaxing, Chance started laughing. Holding a hand out, he murmured, "I don't care, Makayla."
She grimaced. "Sorry...I either have to brush first, or eat first." Chance leaned back on the pillows, shaking his head at her. He found her moments of self-consciousness adorable. Grinning, Makayla tilted her head; the tousled mess was hopelessly attractive. "Would you like breakfast in bed again?"
She looked so sweet, so eager to please him... Chance sighed, for once feeling completely content. He'd deal with Reggie and Garrett later. He was needed here. "Sounds great, Makayla." He started to sit up. "Would you like me to help you this time?"
Makayla positioned her legs on either side of his knees. Staring down at Chance as she stood before him, she threaded her fingers through his hair. Chance nearly groaned. "Stay, rest...I'll take care of it."
Chance ran his fingers up her thighs...he suddenly wasn't hungry. "Actually, I'm...not really ready to eat yet."
Biting her lip, Makayla stepped closer to his body. Chance leaned in to kiss her stomach. Chance wanted her to sit on his lap, she'd be closer to him in more ways than one. She looked about ready to consider it, as she watched his mouth move across her clothes, starting to trail upwards. Then she stepped back and cupped his cheek. "No, I think we need food."
Grinning, she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Chance smiled as he watched her backside walk away. Hmmm, he could get used to living with her. Shaking his head, Chance remembered his reality. Seeing his coat on the floor by his shoes, Chance went over and found his phone in the pocket. Garrett would just have to wait a day...and it was his own damn fault.
Pulling up his number, Chance typed him a message. 'Meet off...cleanup work to do. Tomorrow, same place, same time.'
Listening to the sound of Makayla cooking, Chance waited for Garrett's response. It was nearly immediate. 'Fine...don't be late.'
Chance sighed and powered down his phone. Today was for Makayla, he didn't need his semi-coworkers ruining that. Lying back down, Chance considered how he could make his new con work for him. Now Colton had a psycho older brother that wanted to give him a beat down. It explained Reggie and the wad of cash from Chance's pickpocket, but Chance wasn't really sure if it helped his con any.
His original plan to get her to help because the bank manager was obscenely dirty had been an iffy one. With Makayla's sensible side, he still wasn't sure she'd have gone for it anyway. But...maybe she would help him rob the bank out of fear? Could Chance convince her that his life was in danger, and he needed a heap of cash to keep his brother at bay? Just by her reaction to Reggie showing up, Chance thought it was more than possible that she would. Her compassion for him might work better than her need to see justice done.
And they could still set the lazy manager up as the scapegoat. Chance was positive that he could arrange some evidence in the manager's office...something to make him look guilty of the crime. Anything to keep the heat off of Makayla.
Smiling, Chance started liking this new plan more and more. He was positive that Makayla would go to the ends of the earth to protect him from harm. He was positive that he could talk her into giving him the keys and the vault code...that's all she had to do. Then they could be in and out of there, with no worries about alarms, no pressure to fiddle around with locks, no trying to break into a top-of-the-line safe. With no security at night to worry about, and half-asleep guards across the street, it would be easy. A five minute job, tops. And nobody would be there to get hurt. It was perfect.
There were only two obstacles left. One, finding a way to curb Makayla's honesty, so she wouldn't spill what she knew after the deed was done, and two...letting Reggie beat the crap out of him. Yeah, that was an unfortunate outcome of this new plan. But if Chance was going to sell the idea that his life was in danger, it needed to look like his life was in danger. Great. Well, at least Reggie would be thrilled about these turn of events.
Chance was mulling over both obstacles when Makayla walked back into the room, tray in hand. He smiled at her as he sat up. Giggling a little, she placed it on his lap, then sat down beside him.
"I have an idea that might get you out of trouble with your brother."
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. Chance glanced at the mouthwatering meal before him, wondering what her "con" was. Peeking up at her, he said, "Yeah, and what is that?"
She bit her lip and tilted her head. "Give it back."
"Give what back?"
Makayla looked down to the tray of food she'd just given him. The scrambled eggs on his plate were still steaming, the thin trails of heat inching their way up to Chance's face. Suddenly starving with food right in front of him, Chance popped a large chunk into his mouth. It was amazing.
"Go back to the pawn shop today and get whatever you sold back, so you can give it to your brother. He won't still want to hurt you if it's returned. No harm, no foul, right?"
Hearing her idea in full made Chance start to choke on his food. Coughing, he took a quick sip of water. He really hadn't expected her to come up with that idea. He could not go back to Carl's with her. That sort of environment was not somewhere Makayla should go. Plus, if he took her there, Chance could never go back there...he'd lose a valuable asset.
Makayla's eyes widened and she patted his back. When his throat was calm, Chance swallowed back the burning sensation and stared at her. "I...don't think I can do that, Makayla."
Frowning, she shook her head. "Of course you can. Just explain what happened to the store owner and return the money. They'll give it back to you. They won't want to hold onto hot property."
Chance wanted to laugh but schooled his features. In the shops he frequented, half of the inventory was hot. Crap, how could he weasel his way out of this one? "Look, I get that you want to help me, Makayla, but giving what I stole back to my brother won't really stop him from kicking my ass. He's...he'll do it on principle, just to teach me a lesson. I just need to give him some space, until he calms down."
Makayla sighed and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Maybe he'll calm down faster if you return the loot?" Chance smiled at her word choice and Makayla grinned. "Besides, it isn't just about getting your brother to back off." Chance scrunched his brows and Makayla gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "It's about putting you on the path to being a better person." She cupped his cheek. "It's about redemption."
Chance dropped his mouth open. He felt his eyes start to water as he watched this angel trying to fix him. Redemption? How could someone like him ever be truly redeemed? She really was a gift. If only Chance really was just Colton Burke. If he really was trying to become the person Makayla hoped he could be...he was positive that her love and guidance would do it. If Chance could be Colton...then everything would be so much simpler.
Chance set the tray on the night stand beside him and reached out for her. She pulled away, covering her mouth again. "Wait, I still haven't---"
Chance didn't let her finish, pulling her mouth to his. Once they were engaged in a kiss steamier than the incredible food Makayla had provided him with, Makayla lost her objections. Her hands threading through his hair, she relaxed into his arms. Chance rolled her to her back. Makayla gasped and wrapped her body around his, pulling them flush together. As they kissed, explored, and caressed each other, Chance wished that he could give her the boyfriend she deserved. He couldn't, but he could make her believe, if only for a short while, that he was that boyfriend.
His lips trailing up to her ear, he murmured, "Okay, we'll get it back."
Makayla groaned some sort of response and Chance smiled into her throat. Making her happy today would be worth losing a valuable asset like Carl. Besides, Chance had other places to relieve himself of stolen goods. Finding the electric spot at the crook of Makayla's neck, Chance let out a satisfied exhale as he tasted her skin. Makayla arched against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Anything to make her happy...for now.
After a rousing session that left them both missing various articles of clothing, Chance and Makayla stopped themselves. Staring into her eyes, his body so hard and aching it was kind of painful, Chance panted as he watched her watch him. Her face was flush, her lips plump from their aggressive kissing, but she seemed satisfied and content...happy. Swallowing back the passion, Chance smiled and gently kissed her forehead. They were certainly getting closer, but today wouldn't be the day they made love.
Pulling her into his side, her back bare and smooth under his fingertips, Chance sighed and laid his head against hers. God, this was so nice, just...holding her. Her hand rested on his bare chest as her breath slowly returned to normalcy.
Kissing her head, Chance felt something nearly painful bursting through his body. It hurt, but it was wonderful at the same time. He wanted to pretend that it wasn't love he was feeling...that it was just extreme fondness...but he knew better. He was falling for her, hard. Wishing he didn't have to ever hurt this beautiful, loving creature, Chance closed his eyes. "No one's ever offered me a chance at redemption," he whispered, meaning every word.
Makayla kissed his chest, her lips warm on his cool skin. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Colton."
Chance swallowed, wondering if she'd still feel that way when this was all over. "You should get your food...it's probably cold now."
Makayla peeked up at him, her eyes showing a level of trust that hadn't been there just a few days ago. Smiling, she tilted her head at his tray on the night stand. "Yours too." Giving him a kiss, she sat up. Chance couldn't help but cup a breast; they were practically begging to be held, kissed. She did nothing to stop his lips from closing around one. Running her fingers back through his hair, she murmured, "I could heat yours back up?"
Chance peeked up at her face. "If you heat mine back up anymore, I won't be able to stop myself."
Giggling, Makayla leaned down to kiss him. "Well, you know how I feel about a man with no self-control."
Chance groaned and grabbed her head, but she ducked out of his embrace and stood up. Playfully out of reach, she stood before him, hands on her hips. Chance stared at her chest for a moment before forcing his eyes to meet hers; there was clear delight in her features as she teased him with her curves. Not bothering with a shirt, Makayla grabbed both of their plates of food and headed back to the kitchen to warm up their meals.
Chance chuckled and shook his head as she left. God, she was beautiful. And honest, loyal, loving...all the qualities he was not. And now he'd have to take her to Carl's and try and get his stolen watch back. Wonderful.
An hour later, they were both in Chance's car. Heading out of the city, Chance leaned his head against his hand as he drove. He really wasn't sure how to get out of this one. He took side streets out of town, prolonging the drive as much as he could. Makayla didn't seem to mind the scenic route. She had a soft smile on her lips as she stared out the windows, her hand on his thigh.
Chance had to admit that New Hampshire was a beautiful state. He hadn't been here when the famed fall foliage had come and gone, but the blossoming of spring was no less spectacular. Life was abundant everywhere he looked. The bright green crisscrossing his vision was nearly blinding in its radiance. Fields of pink and yellow wild flowers climbed up the hillsides. Chance imagined the life hiding beneath the beauty of nature around him. It was there, under the surface of the cool streams, in the depth of the brambles along the road. Try as mankind might, it would never completely abolish Mother Nature. Chance admired the woman's fortitude.
Much like he admired Makayla's.
Looking over at her, Chance cracked a grin. She was looking at the countryside like she'd never seen it before. Maybe she'd just been too busy living to notice. That happened a lot. They passed under one of the state's famous covered bridges and Makayla gasped. When they emerged on the other side, she looked over at him.
She was grinning ear to ear as she said, "Pull over."
Not minding anything that delayed a stop at the pawn shop, Chance immediately pulled over. Shutting the car off, he twisted to face her, amused. "What are we doing?"
Makayla instantly cracked open her door. "I've always wanted to see one of these bridges, but never got around to coming out here." She hopped out of the vehicle and leaned on the door. "Let's go walk through it."
Chance smiled and shook his head. "Why?"
Grinning, Makayla stood straight and shrugged. "So we can say we did it."
Chuckling, Chance opened his door and got out. The covered beauty had large, open slats that allowed plenty of views of the rocky creek bed underneath it. Chance and Makayla held hands as they walked through it. The air was still crisp, so they stayed close together for warmth. Chance had never felt anything quite so perfect.
They stopped at the halfway point and watched the water meandering underneath the bridge. Like them, the stream was slow, unrushed...peaceful. Chance wished it would stay that way, but knew that, also like this stream, he and Makayla were going to have some choppy times in the future. In the near future. It sort of broke his heart and he frowned at the slowly churning creek. Life could be so deceptive.
With her head resting on his shoulder, Makayla didn't notice his scowl. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?"
She peeked back up at him and he instantly corrected his face. He grinned then gave her a soft kiss. "It's perfect. I'm glad you asked to stop."
Slinging her arms around his waist, her grin turned wry. "Never miss an opportunity, right?"
Chance laughed and shook his head. "Right." Running his hand over her arm, Chance glanced down at the tattoo barely showing itself along his wrist.
Looking at it more closely, Chance remembered the drunken night he'd gotten it. His father had been furious when he'd noticed it. "No distinguishing features, Chance!" he'd said. But Chance had been listening to the man for way too long, following his cons since birth, and he'd wanted to do something reckless and impulsive, something genuine...something that was only for himself. Smiling at the bright green symbol of independence on his skin, Chance flicked his eyes back to Makayla's.
"We should get you a tattoo today."
She blanched and pulled back. "What?"
Chance nodded, his smile brightening. "Yeah!" His eyes roved over her body, looking for the perfect place for her to mark her own independence. He settled his gaze on the expanse of skin just inside of her hip. He had always thought that tattoos right there looked so hot on girls. "Something to mark this moment in your life."
Makayla raised an eyebrow. "You want me to get a tattoo...because I finally walked through a covered bridge?"
Chance chuckled and held her body tight to his. "No, because you're finally loosening up, you're finally enjoying this world that you're a part of. You're finally learning that rules...aren't everything." Makayla smirked and shook her head.
Well, Chance knew he was jumping the gun on his statement, but he did feel that the ice around her was thawing some, and even a small crack called for a celebration. Reaching down, Chance placed his clover tattoo on the spot where he'd loved to see her skin inked. Pretending that he was stamping his tattoo onto her, he murmured, "You only get one shot, Makayla, one life. If you don't let go, and be a little crazy...then what's the point?"
He looked up at her, his eyes starting to mist over at the sudden loss that he felt. This was all he had with her...and he wanted her to walk away with at least one good memory of their time together. A good memory that she'd think about every time she looked at her body. It was the only gift he could give to her. "You have to live your life while you're in it...because you never know when it might get snatched away."
His eyes filled to the brim as his heart squeezed. Even though they hadn't been together all that long, Chance knew it was too late, she'd already found the chink in his armor, she'd already weaseled her way into his heart. And he was going to miss her...so much. Makayla's fingers came up to brush his cheek. Chance blinked, not realizing his melancholy thoughts had transformed into tears. Slightly embarrassing, but also effective. Nothing evoked sympathy quite like a man crying. Swallowing back his rising self-hatred, Chance looked down. He was such a manipulative bastard.
Makayla wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek as she held him tight. "It's okay, Chance," she whispered. Chance briefly wondered if she thought his tears were for the fake family he lost in the bombing, or the fake older brother that was out to get his hide. Either lie worked in his favor, so it didn't much matter.
Into his ear she muttered, "You're right...I live too rigidly." Pulling back to look at him, she gave him a tender smile. "I think a tattoo sounds like a great idea."
Wanting to bond their good memories into her skin before he took her to the pawn shop, Chance drove Makayla to a little tattoo parlor. Makayla's face paled as she looked at the imposing ambiance of the place; it wasn't exactly touting the dragonfly and rose petal tattoos. Pictures and drawings of every kind were along the walls, and most of them had skulls or buxom women. Not wanting Makayla to change her mind, Chance dragged her to the front counter.
A woman was just finishing up with a man as they approached. She had different styles of ink etched into almost every surface of her skin. She was almost overwhelming to look at, and Makayla's step hesitated. The whine of the tattoo needle probably wasn't helping her nerves either. It was simple to ask for a tattoo, stomach churning to get one. Like it or not, the process hurt.
"How can I help you?" she politely asked.
Chance smiled at the cat paw prints making their way up the tattoo artist's neck. He nodded his head at Makayla. "She wants to get her first tattoo."
The woman smiled and looked over to Makayla. "A clean slate...how refreshing. What would you like?"
Makayla immediately spat out, "Something small." Chance chuckled and Makayla looked over at him. Grabbing his wrist, she held his clover tattoo out for the woman to see. "One like his."
Chance's eyes widened as he stared at her. He hadn't expected her to want a matching one to his. His heart thudded painfully as he considered what that meant. She'd said she was falling in love with him, but Chance hadn't really thought she'd meant it. People say they're in love all the time. Chance himself had told countless women that he loved them. But he'd never meant it. Some dark part of himself had doubted that Makayla had meant it either. It was just too soon for her to feel any real emotion. But here she was, offering to permanently mark her body with a mirror image tattoo of his own. That...was irrefutable proof. She was falling for him.
Pulling his wrist back, he gazed at Makayla for long seconds. "Are...you sure?"
Lacing her fingers with his, she nodded. "Yeah, I was sure the moment you held your wrist to me. It's what I want." Her eyes searched his face and Chance had to swallow. He clearly heard what she really meant by that statement. You're what I want.
Chance had the strongest desire to rush her back to her bed when this was all over. Grinning at her, he nodded. "All right, then." Looking back to the woman at the counter, he shrugged. "One clover tattoo."
The woman returned his shrug and smiled. "Right this way."
She brought Makayla over to a padded table in a private area. "Where would you like it?" Chance bit his lip, not wanting to speak his opinion, but hoping she chose the spot he'd fantasized about. Makayla glanced over at him and, pointing to the spot on her hip that he'd marked earlier, she said, "Right here."
The woman nodded and Makayla laid herself down. After adjusting her clothes enough so that the artist could work on her, Makayla closed her eyes and grabbed Chance's hand. The artist smiled at Makayla's reaction, then pointed to Chance's wrist. "Show me again...I'll make hers match yours."
Chance nodded, and exposed his wrist to her. The hum of the needle started and Makayla squeezed Chance's hand so hard he heard something pop. Gritting his teeth, he bared through the pain. Makayla was shaking a little while her skin was cleaned. Chance didn't think it was from the cold either. His heart warming as he watched her courage, Chance leaned over and kissed her forehead. She smiled and opened her eyes. Then the needle hit her. She immediately gasped and shut her eyes again.
Makayla had tears in her lashes by the time her tattoo was finished, but she stoically didn't make a sound. Once the area was bandaged up and Makayla was flooded with instructions on how to keep it clean, the pair were back on the road.
Makayla's cheeks were flushed as she stared out the window. Hoping she wasn't regretting her hasty decision, Chance quietly asked, "You okay?"
She glanced over at him and shook her head. "I can't believe I just did that. I've never done anything that impulsive." She started giggling. "Neil's gonna flip."
Chance relaxed and laughed with her. Squeezing her hand, he softly exhaled. At least he'd given her one good memory. "You don't consider trailing a suspected thief impulsive?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.
Makayla laid her head back on the seat and laughed a little harder. Peeking over at him, she shrugged. "Yeah, well, you're harmless...so it wasn't that big of a deal."
Chance shook his head. "But you didn't know that." He peered over at her, a devilish gleam in his eye. "I could have been very dangerous."
Makayla bit her lip as she looked over his face; her expression made his heart beat quicken. "True." She giggled again. "I actually did think you were going to shoot me at one point."
Chance raised his eyebrows as he looked back to the road. "Well, good thing for you that I don't do guns." He looked back, his nose crinkled. "Too messy."
Makayla rolled her eyes, then reached down and grabbed his hand. Rubbing her thumb over his tattoo, she murmured, "Well, I guess you just bring out the impulsive side of me."
Chance brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Good." Very good. Impulsive and willing to bend the rules, it was exactly where he needed her to be. Yes, everything was going swimmingly. So far, so good.
As they finally pulled up to the seedy pawn shop Chance used to relieve himself of other people's property, Chance hoped that impulsive streak was still going strong in her. Shutting the car off, Chance looked at the decrepit building. Paint worn, bars over the windows, Carl's place looked more like it belonged in Gang Central, U.S.A., than a tiny, middle-of-nowhere town. Chance peeked a glance at Makayla; she was frowning.
Knowing that any conversation with Carl was going to be a problem if Makayla heard it, Chance sighed. Makayla peeked over at him. Placing a hand on her cheek, he sincerely told her, "This isn't a good place, Makayla, and I really don't like the thought of you being inside it. Can you wait here for me?"
Praying that she didn't argue with him, that she just said yes, Chance gave her soulful, pleading eyes. That usually worked. Of course, Makayla wasn't as easily maneuvered as his other marks. Bunching her brows, she shook her head. "No, I want to come with you...especially if it's dangerous." Her eyes ghosted over his face. "I can't let you walk in there alone."
Chance wanted to curse at her protective nature. It served him in some ways, hampered him in others. Sighing, he rested his head against hers. "I'll be fine in there, the owner knows me." Pulling back, he looked up into her face. "It will actually be easier for me to do this, if you're not there. The guy doesn't trust people he doesn't know."
Makayla frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "How many times have you pawned things that didn't belong to you, Chance?"
Looking out the window, Chance halted himself from simply demanding that she stay put or else. That sort of tactic wouldn't work on her. "I never said I was perfect, Makayla," he looked back at her, "but I am trying to be better. Could you just stay here and let me do this on my own...please?"
He raised an eyebrow in a look that clearly said, Only I can bring about my own redemption. It was Chance's last ploy with her, and one that might work the best, given her personality. She understood that change had to happen from within, and Colton was struggling to change. If Makayla was going to trust Mr. Burke, then she needed to let him pull himself through the darkness on his own.
She finally sighed, then nodded. Relief washed through Chance, but he didn't show it on his face. He merely nodded back at her, a small crack of a smile on his lips. Colton was grateful that she understood. Chance was ecstatic that he wouldn't have to con two people at the same time.
Leaning over, Makayla gave him a soft, encouraging kiss. "Good luck," she whispered.
Chance let out a quick exhale. He was going to need it. Carl was notoriously hard on returns. If he wouldn't give it back, Chance's only other option was to buy it back...and that was going to cost him a bundle.
Chapter 11
Training
Makayla never in a million years thought she'd get a tattoo. Of course, Makayla never thought she'd date a thief. No, she'd always planned on being the one chasing thieves. But Makayla believed in rehabilitation, and Chance had shown her time and time again that he was genuinely interested in becoming a better person. With him on the side of right again...well, he would be an excellent asset to have when she did become a cop. He'd be her reformed criminal. Her asset. Her informant. And together they'd be an unstoppable team, solving mysteries and putting away bad guys left and right. They'd be a force to be reckoned with.
Knowing she was getting carried away with her Justice League fantasy, Makayla leaned her head back on the seat and watched the front door of the seedy shop Chance had just walked into. Makayla hated this place, hated being here, but the underbelly of the world was where the bad things happened, and she'd need to get used to skimming the dark side if she was going to delve into this profession.
Gently touching the stinging area of her hip that was now beginning to itch, Makayla smiled. She'd been instantly struck with the idea of a matching tattoo when Chance had mentioned getting one. It had hit her so fast, it almost felt like kismet. That's how she'd known it was the right thing to do. Her gut rarely led her astray. Rarely, but it did happen on occasion. Makayla still trusted her instincts though, and her instincts told her that bonding with Chance was a good thing.
They were good for each other, as odd as that sounded, since they'd only known each other...well, a week now. But what a week it had been. Makayla's heart soared as she thought it over. Whirlwind romance or not, she was caught up in it now, and there was no turning back. There also wouldn't be any more failed attempts at slowing it down. It was too late for that. No, Makayla had to ride this out now, come what may.
Sighing, Makayla waited for Chance for what felt like a lifetime. What the heck was he doing in there? How hard was it to show a guy your receipt and ask for your merchandise back? Didn't most pawn shops hold onto stuff for a few days anyway, just in case of seller's remorse? It had to happen all the time. People trade things in the heat of desperation, then regret it and come crawling back to retrieve the item.
Then again, this didn't exactly look like a reputable shop. The owner had probably stuck it on the sales floor the minute Chance's foot had been out the door. That could be a problem. What if it had already been sold? What would Chance do then? And what the heck had he stolen anyway?
Curiosity, and quite frankly, boredom, made Makayla get out of the car. She knew Chance wanted to do this by himself, but it had taken so long, he was obviously not having much success. Besides, maybe a little feminine persuasion would help the matter? Smoothing back her hair and sticking out her chest, Makayla tried to look tough and imposing. That's how you got the respect of disreputable people, right?
Not pausing long enough to worry, Makayla strode up to the entrance. There was a bell in the corner of the door, but it didn't chime when Makayla walked through. Looking up at it, Makayla could see that the ringer had fallen out. Guess the owner hadn't had time to replace it yet. Looking around at the dusty goods for sale, Makayla wondered which one of these items belonged to Chance's brother. She really hoped it wasn't the guns locked inside one of the glass cases.
Hearing Chance's voice, she peeked over to the counter. Chance was standing there in his perfectly worn jeans, looking to be in a debate with a scraggly, potbellied man. A pile of money was laid out on the counter between them. Both of the men looked agitated.
Bunching her brows, Makayla cautiously approached the pair.
Chance ran a hand back through his hair and Makayla heard him spit out, "No, you gave me fifteen. It's all there...count it!"
The beady-eyed man Chance was arguing with lifted his lip in a frown that somehow seemed victorious. "You're off your rocker, Cody. I gave you exactly what you asked...three grand. If you want it back, that's what you give me."
Makayla frowned. Cody? Why'd he call him Cody?
Chance's jaw dropped. "Three grand? That wasn't even my original offer, jackass. I said two!"
The man shrugged, unperturbed by Chance's demeanor. "Sorry...I distinctly recall giving you three grand." The man sighed, sounding forlorn. "Hardest three thousand I'd ever parted with." He smiled then.
Chance groaned and ran both hands back through his hair. "You son of a---"
Seeing that Chance was clearly being manipulated, Makayla stepped forward. "Just show him the receipt, Colton." She stressed his real name, just so the jerk at the counter got it right from now on.
Chance's eyes were wide when he snapped his head around to Makayla; she thought he looked a little pale too. "I told you to stay in the car."
Makayla bunched her brows at his words and his tone. "Yeah, well, I'm not a dog. Now why don't you just give him the receipt, and all of this will be crystal clear." Makayla sneered at the man who was jerking around her boyfriend.
The man twisted his lips and looked back at Chance. "Yeah...Colton...where's your receipt?"
Chance sighed and dropped his head back. Lifting it again, he looked over to Makayla. "I don't have one..." he looked back to the bedraggled man at the counter, "I wasn't expecting to have to get the watch back."
Makayla glanced down at the merchandise in question. Her eyes widened. It looked pricey. Gold and lined with diamonds, it looked to go for about three times what the man was asking from Chance. Makayla wanted to whistle, then she wanted to smack Chance over the head for stealing it. Of course his brother was going to miss something that expensive. Idiot.
Makayla raised her chin at the store owner. "Surely you keep a set of books. Why don't you go look up the sale and show us the transaction."
The pawn shop owner crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on a hip; his belly fully supported the weight of his arms. "Who the hell is this broad?" He narrowed his eyes at Chance, "Colton."
Chance gave the owner a wry smile and some sort of silent conversation passed between the two men in the brief exchange. Chance sighed and rolled his eyes. "She's nobody, don't worry about her...worry about me."
Makayla narrowed her eyes at Chance. Nobody? She opened her mouth to tell Chance exactly what she thought of his comment, but Chance reached over and discretely pinched her thigh. Flinching, Makayla closed her mouth. She could take a hint, even if it was painfully delivered.
The shop owner narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Two thousand is as low as I'll go."
Makayla dropped her mouth open again, wanting to protest. This was extortion! And she couldn't just watch it happen right before her eyes without trying to stop it! "What?"
Before she finished her objection, Chance pinched her thigh again. She scowled over at him, but closed her mouth. Chance ignored her, eyeing the shop owner. "Eighteen," he crisply stated.
The owner chuckled; it was deep and menacing. "I'm not playing this game again with you. You want it, you give me two."
Chance closed his eyes and shook his head. With forced patience, he reopened them and relaxed his jaw. "Fine, two it is...but don't think I'll ever come back here."
The man snorted and leaned forward. "Ahhh, Colton, I already knew I'd never see you again."
Gritting his jaw, Chance let out a low exhale. "All the cash I have on me is right there. I'll have to go get more," he paused and lifted an eyebrow, "unless you'll take a credit card?"
The imposing man's smile was slow and deliberate. "Cash only."
Chance swooped up his pile of money on the counter. Holding it in his hand, he looked the owner square in the eye. "I'll be right back with two grand, not a penny more."
"I look forward to seeing you again, Colton."
Grabbing her hand, Chance pulled Makayla back from the counter. She stumbled in her attempt to keep up with him. He seemed...livid. Once outside, he let out a short burst of air. "What did you think you were doing?" he demanded.
Makayla blinked and stepped away from him. "I was helping you."
Chance stepped into her and pointed back to the shop. "You told him my real name! You gave him an edge! I had nothing left to bargain with once he knew I was lying from the very beginning! You screwed me, Makayla!"
Chance seethed for a second while Makayla blinked at him. Her belly started roiling as she watched his eyes widen, like he instantly regretted what he had just said. Resting his hands on her arms, he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm just...frustrated."
Makayla smacked his hands away. "Well don't get pissy at me! You shouldn't have lied to him in the first place! You shouldn't lie at all!" Tears sprang to her eyes as she considered that she really didn't know Chance at all, no matter how connected they seemed. "I want to go home now."
Sighing, Chance cupped her cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay. I didn't mean..." Swallowing, he looked away. "I didn't mean to say any of that." When he looked back at her, his eyes were moist. "Please...I didn't mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."
Makayla swallowed as she searched his face. She knew that men blew up when they got upset. Heck, she did it too. But he was so comfortable with lying. And lying about his name...that seemed odd. Why not tell that guy the truth? What edge did having a different persona give him?
Makayla tried to put herself in Chance's shoes. If she were walking into a place as rundown as this one, trying to get rid of something that belonged to a dangerous person, a person that would surely hurt her if the sale was traced back to her, Makayla would give the owner a fake name too. Sighing, Makayla started to see how much she'd messed up by spouting his name all over the place. He was now tied to that store. If it were ever raided, the owner could plant all sorts of falsehoods on Chance. And since he hadn't always been the most reputable person, it was quite possible that some of those falsehoods might be true. Makayla wanted Chance to have the opportunity to turn his life around...she didn't want to see him wind up in jail.
Sighing, Makayla rested her head on his chest. "Alright." She peeked up at him. "But the lying needs to stop, Chance...please."
Chance inhaled a deep breath and looked away. After a moment, his warm brown eyes returned to hers, calm once again. "I'm trying, Makayla. Every day...I'm trying."
Makayla grinned and leaned up to kiss him. It was all she could ask of him. Change took time. Maturing was gradual. But she said she'd stay and help him...and she meant it. After a long moment of his lips on hers, Makayla pulled back. "What are you going to do to get the extra money?"
Chance sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "ATM, I guess."
He sighed again as they got back inside the car. Makayla smiled and put her hand on his leg. "I'm sorry this is costing you so much, but I still think it's the right thing to do. Your brother will back down, once he has the watch again."
Chance looked over at her and returned her smile, but he didn't seemed convinced that his brother would suddenly leave him alone after this. Makayla didn't know the man, but surely he would. Why hold a grudge against someone who's genuinely trying to make amends with you?
Chance had to use a couple of different credit cards at the ATM, but he finally had enough cash to cover the watch. As he thumbed through it in the car, Makayla wondered just what kind of a date he'd planned to take her on. Unless he'd bought them both plane tickets, she really couldn't see why he'd needed so much money.
"What were you going to do with that?"
Chance stuck the money in his wallet. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you got the money to take me on a date this weekend...where were we going to go?"
Makayla tilted her head and watched him. His eyes lost focus for a second before they swung around to hers. Cringing, he shrugged. "Well, I wasn't sure if it was going to happen, but I wanted to be ready...if you said yes..."
Makayla bunched her brows and shook her head. "Yes to what?"
Lowering his head, Chance let out a quick exhale. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to spend the weekend at this little B&B that I know of..." He peeked back up at her, looking nervous. "There's this really great one a state over. It's in the middle of this touristy town that's always got some festival going on. There are horses and a duck pond, and a big bon fire at night. And the rooms are really...nice."
As he looked down again, biting his lip, Makayla blinked. "You wanted us to go to a Bed and Breakfast together?"
Chance looked back up at her. "Yeah, and I know it's really soon...I mean, I know going away together is usually something you do with someone you've been dating for months and months, and we only met a week ago, but I feel like I've known you longer." He grabbed her hand with one of his, the other tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Sometimes it feels like I've known you forever," he whispered, his light, southern accent dripping around the words.
Makayla had to swallow at the look in his eye, the sincerity in his voice. Her heart was beating faster when she whispered, "I know, I feel that way too sometimes."
Chance smiled, then cleared his throat. "Well, I've been wanting to ask you since Monday, but I didn't want you to think that it was just some...elaborate plan to sleep with you...because...that's not...I wouldn't ask...I wouldn't rush...I didn't expect you...to do...anything you weren't ready for...and I don't know...if we're ready to...to..."
As he was cutely stammering over his words, Makayla let him off the hook and leaned in to kiss him. Cherishing the warmth of his mouth, the taste of his tongue, Makayla felt a flood of emotion hit her. Sure, his method was completely twisted, but the sentiment...it made her stomach flutter.
Pulling away from him, she cupped his cheek. "That is the sweetest excuse for robbery that I've ever heard." Chance smiled, showing her that impossibly attractive grin. Sighing, she shook her head. "As nice as that sounds, we still need to return your brother's property."
Chance sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry about this...I just wanted to impress you."
Leaning back in her seat, Makayla cocked an eyebrow. "You doing the right thing today impresses me far more than horses and quilted beds."
Chance chuckled as he started the car. "Don't be so sure..." he playfully lifted an eyebrow, "the B&B beds are really comfortable."
Makayla smirked at him, then laughed as well.
Back at the pawn shop, Chance asked Makayla to stay in the car again. Well, it was more like pleading, at least it seemed so in his eyes anyway, so Makayla sighed and decided to stay where she was. This was already costing Chance a bundle, she didn't want to mess up even more and have the guy go back to his original request of three grand. Makayla shuddered. That was a lot of cash to come up with on the fly.
Chance came out of the store ten minutes later, looking glum but holding his hot property. Makayla leaned over and kissed him, just to perk him back up. Chance smiled over at her and Makayla's chest squeezed tight. She just loved being able to make that look appear on his face. Putting a hand on his knee, she tilted her head at him. "Should we go see your brother now?"
Chance's face paled and he immediately shook his head. "No, no way, Makayla. I'm not letting you get anywhere near him."
Makayla frowned and began to tell him that she'd stay in the car this time, but Chance shook his head again. Jaw tight, he cupped her cheek. "No, I don't want you around him...he's dangerous, Makayla..."
Swallowing, he examined her face for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her. There was an edge of desperation in his kiss, like he was genuinely afraid for her safety. Makayla made a vow as they moved together...she would someday put Chance's brother behind bars. Then Chance would never have to be afraid of Garrett again. And maybe then, Chance could truly be free.
Chance eyed her face as they pulled apart. "How's your head?" he whispered, his face concerned.
Makayla cringed at the memory of smacking it yesterday. It hurt less than her hip, though, so she thought that was a good sign. Even the headache she'd had last night was gone. "Fine...all better."
Chance looked worried and guilty, so Makayla gave him as bright a smile as she could. "Don't feel bad, I'm fine...it's not your fault."
He looked down. "Yes it is, Makayla, and you know it." Looking back up at her, Chance shook his head. "Don't erase my flaws because you have feelings for me. I messed up...and you paid the price. Don't let me off the hook for that."
His eyes seemed to be pleading with her again, begging her for forgiveness so intensely, it stole her breath for a moment. Seeing the well of grief in his eyes, almost near despair, Makayla pulled back and removed his hand from her cheek. She held his palm in hers, giving him strength. "I fell, Chance...that's really all that happened." He swallowed and Makayla searched his stricken eyes. "What is it? You look like, I don't know, like you want to start groveling or something."
Against her will, suspicion started to bloom in her belly; it filled her with so much dread, she felt ill, her stomach churned. Minutely, she pulled away from him. "There's something else, isn't there?"
Chance stared at her for a moment longer, then seemed to gather himself. Chuckling, he shook his head. "No, no, you know all of my dirty little secrets, Makayla." Sighing, he looked out the window. "There's just so much that I've done in the past..."
Makayla grabbed his cheek, pulling his gaze back to hers. "Don't let your past define you. We can choose who we want to be...everyday."
Chance grinned. "That...should be on a Hallmark card."
He chuckled and Makayla smacked his arm, then chuckled as well. "Just drive us home...thief."
Still lightly laughing, Chance drove them away from the seedy little pawn shop. As he was switching lanes of traffic, an offhand remark he'd once made popped back into Makayla's brain. "You know, you made me an offer once...and I think I'll take you up on it."
He rolled his head around to her, his attractive grin loose and easy. "And what's that?"
Twisting in her seat, excitement shot up her spine. "Show me how to tail someone without getting caught."
Chance lifted a brow. "Really?" he drawled.
She nodded. "Yeah, that's a skill that I can see myself needing one day."
Chance gave her a warm smile, then turned his attention back to the road. It was late afternoon and several cars were on the four lane road, heading back and forth to destinations unknown. Makayla was suddenly struck with the curious desire to know where each set of tires was headed. Were any of those mystery drivers as interesting as her mystery driver?
Chance lifted his chin up, indicating the sea of color around them. "Pick one."
Beaming, Makayla scanned the road. After a second, she pointed to a vehicle three or four cars ahead of them. "That one."
Chance looked back at her with his lips twisted. "A yellow Hummer? Really? I couldn't lose that tank if I tried." Shaking his head, he motioned to the road again. "Pick again...something not so flashy this time."
Makayla frowned and scanned the road again. She couldn't help but be drawn to the flashy one, but he was right, if she was naturally drawn to it, she could easily follow it. She needed a generic car. Something that could disappear on her...
Smiling, she found a different one and pointed it out. "There, the white Camry."
Chance smiled at her choice. "Good. Now the trick of it is to follow the car without doing what the car does. We don't need to change lanes every time he does, and we don't need to do it when he does. All we need to worry about is making the correct turns and watching for stops."
Makayla nodded, understanding the principle. Implementing it though, now there was the real trick. But Chance didn't seem to have a problem eyeing the vehicle as it swerved around a slow moving truck. He didn't change lanes with it, just kept his eye on it. When it finally made a right turn, Makayla tensed. Surely they'd lose it around the corner? Chance didn't seemed worried though as he casually turned right a few vehicles after the Camry. Surprisingly, the car was going straight along the road and they easily kept behind it.
"How did you know it wouldn't turn right away?"
Chance peeked over at her and shrugged. "I didn't. But the odds were good, since we're not in a residential area, that it would go straight. If it didn't, glancing down the side streets is easy enough." Keeping his eyes glued on the car, he added, "Usually rapid turns like that only happen if the suspect knows you're tailing them. If they don't know, they usually drive pretty predictably."
Makayla smiled and leaned back in her seat. "Where'd you learn this stuff?"
Chance grinned as he made another turn. "My d..." His voice trailed off and he frowned. Starting again, he said, "My brother and I use to follow people around for fun when we were younger." He sighed, his frown deepening. "We weren't always so different."
Makayla furrowed her brow. Her quick head had caught that he'd changed what he'd been about to say. He'd started with a D sound. It didn't take a genius to realize that he'd been about to say my dad, before he'd switched it to his brother. Interesting. Was his dad not entirely on the up and up either? Maybe criminal behavior ran deep in his family. Quite interesting, given that his mom worked in a federal building. The lone upstanding citizen in the family. But, no, when he'd been talking about his parents, he'd said they'd both been fed up with him...they'd both given up on him. His brother too, she had to assume. He must have been going somewhere else with that sentence.
Curious, she asked, "What was your dad like?"
Chance stared over at her, his eyes wide. He probably thought she hadn't caught his slip, but she had. He slowly shook his head. "He..." Chance's eyes flicked back to the road and he swore. The Camry was gone.
Chance slowed down and started eyeing the side streets as they passed them. He found the car at the far end of a road and turned left to follow it. "Rule number two...never take your eyes off the mark."
Makayla raised an eyebrow at the way he'd phrased it. Mark...not suspect. Interesting. But she supposed it was fitting, considering that he was used to trailing people for scandalous reasons, and not justifiable ones. It was the same thing really, but with very different intentions...two sides of the same coin.
Chance was quiet as the car they were following turned on a blinker. They both glanced up at the huge building the car was stopping at...a shopping mall. Chance let the car turn without following it. Breezing past it, he smiled at Makayla. "There you go. Your potential bad guy is heading to Macy's."
Chance chuckled as he looked over at the driver. Makayla looked and chuckled as well. A frazzled mom with two screaming kids in the backseat was in the white Camry. Bad guys indeed. Chance picked another car, and Makayla let their conversation slide, so he wouldn't be distracted. She put a tack in her brain, though, a reminder to ask Chance about his dad at a later time. There was something there, some answer to the riddle that was Colton Burke...she was sure.
After three or four successful trails, Chance hopped out of the car and let Makayla have a try at it. She was nervous at first...it felt really wrong to follow someone who wasn't aware that they were being followed. At least, it felt wrong when you were following an innocent person. Following Chance on the night he'd stolen from her had felt so right, it had only confirmed her career decision.
She picked a car that was a nondescript gray, and did what Chance had told her to do, followed without mimicking. It was nerve-racking. She was afraid at every corner that she was going to lose the vehicle. Every instinct inside of her wanted to ride the car's ass. But that was entirely too obvious, so she trusted her gut and held back.
Once she was more relaxed, Makayla found that she could anticipate the car's moves. She even correctly guessed when the car was going to turn and changed lanes a split-second before the car did. Chance whistled. "Nice..." he playfully bowed to her, "and so the student passes up the teacher."
Makayla giggled, her adrenaline on high. When the car started heading out of the main block of the city, to the residential area, Chance put his hand on the wheel, preventing Makayla from following as it turned. Makayla frowned over at him. Twisting his lip, he shook his head. "Residential trailing is different, and can be dangerous. Hiding is near impossible, and we really don't know who that guy is. If he spots you...well, the police suddenly pulling you over could be the least of your problems." He raised an eyebrow to make his point.
Makayla sighed, then smiled. "Hey, you want to grab some food and go back to our bridge? We could have a picnic?" It wasn't the warmest outside, but it was clear and the wind was low. As Chance was always saying, you had to take advantage of opportunities as they arose.
Chance leaned back in his seat; the grin on his lips was the beautiful one that had first grabbed Makayla's attention. "Yeah, that sounds great."
They went to a grocery store on the edge of town and grabbed some snack-like food. Makayla even picked up a basket, since it wasn't a proper picnic without a proper basket. Chance rolled his eyes, but smiled warmly at her. Tucking in a small bottle of wine, they purchased their meats, cheeses, a long baguette and a container of strawberries.
They slowly made their way back to the covered bridge and parked along the edge of the road. Zipping up their jackets, they walked down to the bank of the lazy river below the bridge. Finding some relatively dry rocks to sit on, Chance opened the wine while Makayla spread out their food choices. Chance seemed to eat pretty healthy, which Makayla appreciated, since it helped her with her diet as well. He'd picked out chunks of turkey and a cheese so deliciously flavorful, only a few bites were needed to enjoy it. As healthy as it was though, when they finished off their meal with a handful of berries, Makayla suddenly wished that they'd picked up some chocolate to dip them in.
Chance seemed to understand her desire to dunk and plopped a berry into the plastic cup holding his wine. Makayla smiled as he brought it to her lips. "Here, try this."
She closed her mouth around it and growled an approval. The berry absorbed and enhanced the flavor of the wine. The wine sent warmth through her body, blocking out the slight chill in the air. The combination was sinfully delicious.
Chance's eyes widened at her response, then they flashed to her mouth. He swallowed as he watched her. Makayla finished the fruit and reached out for him. Drawing his face to hers, she gave him a series of light, teasing kisses. His breath quickened with each one.
"Good?" he murmured, his hand reaching up to thread through her hair.
"Amazing," she whispered back. Pulling away from him, Makayla bit her lip. "You avoided my question earlier?' He bunched his brows, tilting his head and Makayla shrugged. "When I asked about your dad..."
Chance immediately looked away. Tucking his arms around his legs, he shrugged. "I don't really talk about him, Makayla."
She put a hand on his arm. "Why not?"
Chance let out a weary exhale, then looked back at her. "He's not worth talking about."
By the flatness of his tone, Makayla could hear a deep scar there, one that would burn if opened. She was torn. She wanted to know him, really know him. Maybe if she did, she could understand what had led this seemingly normal man into living such an abnormal life. But...she also didn't want to cause him pain, or push him into revealing his grief-filled past any faster than he was comfortable with. He'd already opened up so much...but there were still some aches there. His dad one of them.
She laid her head on his shoulder. "It might help to talk about it?"
Chance sighed again and kicked a rock with his foot. "He...he just didn't turn out to be who I thought he was. Nothing turned out to be what I thought it was..." He sniffed and stopped talking. Looking at the rigid way he held his jaw, Makayla could tell he wouldn't say any more about it. Whatever hurt was between Chance and his dad, it wouldn't come out today. His cryptic sentence was all Makayla was going to get.
So she kissed his shoulder, and gave him an out. "I'm sorry, Colton." Looking over at her, he finally smiled.
Chapter 12
Change of Plans
Now this was getting really dangerous for Chance. He'd screwed up so many times today he could barely keep track of them all. There was just something about Makayla that lowered his defenses, let bits and pieces of his real personality come out. It was a little surprising to Chance. At times, his real identity seemed to be the fake one. At times, Chance forgot who he really was. But that was a common problem when you were always playing someone else.
Maybe being Colton Burke was the problem. Colton's persona was too close to his own. Their stories, while completely different in the details, were too similar in the sentiment. Colton's suffering opened cracks into Chance's...and real emotions were slipping out. Chance was a con man. He didn't do real emotions...ever.
Sniffing, Chance decided that he'd never use Colton as an alias again. This was the last job Colton Burke would ever pull. Then again, this may be the last job Chance ever took. His heart just wasn't in it anymore. Too much had changed this past year; he'd suffered to greatly and he wasn't quite the con man that he used to be.
Chance shifted to his side and stared at the empty pillow where Makayla had been sleeping just a few hours ago. They'd had a rousing kissing session last night, once they'd crawled into bed after their adventurous day, but it hadn't gone any further than that. They were getting closer, both nearly ready, but she was holding off and Chance was happy to let her. Timing was everything. Chance shifted over and put his head on her pillow, imagining her blue eyes right before him. He still couldn't believe she was letting him stay with her. Her willingness to help someone in need was mind-boggling. Chance hoped she kept that trait after this was all over; she'd be a better officer if she still had it.
Running a hand along the stiff fabric of her pillowcase, Chance remembered snapping at her at the pawn shop. He could have blown everything right there. He'd just been so peeved. Chance liked to do the manipulating, not the other way around, but once Carl had pegged him for a con man, he'd had nothing to work with. Carl had seen the corner Chance had been backed into and had worked the situation in his favor. Chance didn't blame him, not really, he would have done the same thing. Plus, the credit card Chance had used to pay for the rest was a fraudulent account that Chance didn't ever plan on paying anyway...so he wasn't out anything but pride. And what was pride to a con man?
Sitting up, Chance looked over at the clock. Makayla had gone into work a few hours ago, and it was nearly time for Chance to meet up with his "brother" Garrett. Good. He had some things to tell the imbecile. Scrubbing his hands over his face, Chance decided that a refreshing shower was in order. On the way to the bathroom, Chance spotted the jewelry Makayla's mother had left for her. Chance thought of taking it, for just a split-second, but anything of Makayla's coming up missing would hurt his con. He needed her to trust him. Plus...he didn't want to hurt her like that. He knew what the trinkets meant to Makayla. He wouldn't touch her stuff.
Sighing as he walked into the bathroom, he considered that he was going to hurt her much worse than simply stealing from her. No, the hurt and betrayal he was going to cause would cut deep, leave a scar. He knew from experience. Chance's chest tightened, his eyes blurring with moisture. Annoyed, he blinked repeatedly and exhaled to the count of ten. The mark's emotional state once he got what he needed from them was none of his concern. More sage words from his father. But he was right, Chance couldn't worry about Makayla. Chance had to worry about Chance...it was the only way he'd survive.
Flipping on the water, Chance let his mind drift to his dad. He'd messed up with Makayla...again, nearly mentioned that his dad had taught him everything he knew about the life he currently led. He'd quickly switched it to his brother, since Colton Burke's "dad" was an outstanding citizen, just like Colton's mom, but Makayla had caught the error, of that Chance was sure. She was quick on the draw, and snapped pieces together so easily...Chance would have been proud, if it didn't make his job that much harder. He'd had to alter his persona, again. It wasn't something he liked to do, altering who he was on a whim. His aliases were set in stone, never changing; it's how he remembered all the details about their lives. Constantly changing his aliases was dangerous. He could too easily forget something, too easily contradict himself, exposing the lie in the process. The situation had never come up with some of his more...gullible...marks, but Makayla was neither dumb nor gullible. Chance had his work cut out for him on this one.
So now, Chance had to remember that Colton had a thug brother, Garrett, with a meathead enforcer, Reggie. Not too difficult to keep that straight, since both men were already fixtures in Chance's life. And Colton had some sort of complicated, painful past with his dad, one he didn't want to talk about just yet. Also not hard to remember, since that one hit close to home, too. Chance hated how parallel to his own life this con was becoming. But the train couldn't be stopped now and Chance would just have to ride it out. Chance frowned. He couldn't make Colton's problems with his father the same as his own, but he could come up with something painful and believable. He was nothing if not a good storyteller.
Contemplating different scenarios in his head, Chance showered then dressed. One scenario he had been pretty proud of thinking up on the spot, was the Bed and Breakfast lie. Makayla had cornered him on what sort of date he'd need that much money for, and it was the first thing that popped into Chance's head. Probably because he'd actually been to the B&B he'd told her about, and he really would love to take Makayla there someday. He could easily picture lounging in bed with her, strolling along the quaint city streets, going for a horse ride... Yeah, it was all so clear, and all so ordinary, that it hurt his heart a little. In another life...
Grabbing everything he needed today, Chance locked up Makayla's sunny, yellow house. It was sort of amazing to him that she now trusted him to lock up her home. She'd come such a long way in such a short time. She was the sort of girl that once you had her love and trust, you really had it. An admirable quality that was lacking in a lot of people nowadays. Added to her self-imposed loneliness and her desire to save people, it made her a good mark. Chance loved and hated that.
Getting into his compact, Chance checked the time, then headed to his re-scheduled meeting. Garrett's chosen place to discuss business was the courtyard of a condemned apartment complex. He said he liked the privacy. Chance didn't really care where they met, as long as it wasn't his place anymore. Not when Makayla could decide to pop in at any moment. It was always best to discuss the con away from the mark.
Pulling into the parking area outside of the rundown building, Chance sort of agreed with Garrett's choice. The place had citations and notices from the city plastered on the barred front doors. It had failed just about every ordinance there was. Rumor had it that people were still living in the building, but Chance wasn't too worried about them. Anyone that called this dilapidated structure home wasn't going to pay much attention to a trio of guys having a friendly conversation in the yard.
Ignoring the cracked, faded paint, the smell of rotting wood, Chance snuck around to the side of the building. A haphazard chain link fence separated the apartment's courtyard from the outside world. Chance easily found a split in the fence that was large enough to fit through. Ducking inside it, he looked around at the environment that was supposed to be a "perk" for the tenants.
Much like Makayla, the place was extremely neglected. The lawn was up to Chance's knees, the cement walkway leading to a picnic table was cracked, the roots of the nearby trees clearly showing through as they inched their way to the surface. The picnic table itself was missing one of the boards in the center, a metal pole next to it the only thing remaining from what had once probably been a nice barbeque. A half-basketball court was covered with graffiti, the net on the metal hoop long gone. A ball sat directly underneath it, though, just waiting for a group of kids to come along and pick up a game.
But it wasn't a pair of kids that were waiting on the court inside the courtyard. No, two fully grown adults were standing there. They were both scowling at Chance as he waded through the weeds to get to them. "Where you been?" Garrett snapped.
Chance contained a sigh. "Check your watch. I'm right on time."
Garrett narrowed his eyes. "You're a day late."
Walking up to the pair, Chance let his gaze harden as it settled on Reggie's bulk. "That would be this jackass's fault." He swung his eyes back to Garrett. "He let Makayla see him, so I had a bit of cleanup work to do...which I already explained."
The rough, bleach-blond man's face didn't soften any once he heard Chance's explanation. "I don't care about your excuse, I care about results." He handed Chance a manila envelope. Chance could feel the stiff paper inside, and knew it was the evidence against the bank manager, evidence that was supposed to make him look very sick and twisted...worthy of being set up for robbery.
"We're all set to go," Garrett continued as Chance pulled out the pictures. Chance's stomach tightened at the photo. It was a man entertaining himself in front of a young boy. Sick indeed. Chance swallowed and reminded himself that the photos were faked. But Garrett had a knack for forgery...they looked pretty real, and pretty convincing. They were also just vague enough to only imply that it was the bank manager. It would be good enough to use as proof for Makayla, but not good enough to use as evidence in a legal case. That had been hugely important. The way the con worked was that the mark had to see that the only way to get the pervert safely behind bars, was setting him up. Sometimes two wrongs do equal a right.
"How about Friday night?"
Chance snapped his head up. "Friday? Tomorrow?"
Garrett shrugged, his thin lips curling into a sneer. "Yeah, should be plenty of time for a 'professional' like yourself."
Chance's heart started beating wildly at the thought of the con completing in a day. If they pulled it off, Chance would be gone. He'd never see Makayla again. He'd never get to take her away for a romantic weekend. He'd never get to make love to her... He'd lose her.
Keeping his heartache concealed, Chance narrowed his eyes. "Look, I'm still sussing out her character...and I'm not entirely sure that this plan is the best one to take with her. Different marks need a different push. And even if it is the right plan, I have to convince her to go against everything she's ever believed in. I have to prove to her that it's the only way to put this maniac behind bars." He lifted the photos for emphasis. "That sort of deception takes time, Garrett."
Garrett put his hands on his hips while Reggie crossed his over his chest. Chance flashed a peek at the bulky beast and contained a smile. Makayla was good...his nose was slightly crooked from Chance breaking it the other day. Reggie should really fix that soon, unless he wanted it to heal that way.
"You don't know if this plan will work? Why the hell didn't you mention that earlier? You trying to distract me, Chance? You gonna walk away, like Adrian did? You putting this off so you can bang your girl a few more times?"
Chance bristled at Garrett's words and tone. He would never "bang" a girl like Makayla. Chance never banged any girl. Seduction was an art. Nothing he had done with any of his marks was as crude as the picture Garrett was painting. But that's why Garrett would never be the con man. He didn't have the finesse.
Ignoring Garrett's goading, Chance stuffed the evidence back into the envelope. "No, I'm not trying to do anything but be practical. I had to learn her character before I could move on a firm scheme. Manipulation of this level, with a girl as smart and alert as Makayla, takes time. I can't do it in a day."
Reggie snorted. "This is a waste of time. We should just do it the old-fashioned way...with guns blazing."
Chance stiffened. He could not let them walk into Makayla's bank with semi-automatics. Someone could get hurt...Makayla could get hurt. A knot formed in his throat, and for a moment he couldn't speak.
Garrett nodded, glancing over at Reggie. "Yeah, maybe we should have done that right after Adrian bailed. All this cloak and dagger shit is getting on my nerves. We should be three states away by now, countin' our Benjamins."
Chance put his hand out, to distract the pair before they sold themselves on this idea. He could not let a holdup happen. He'd rather risk breaking and entering in the dead of night. Anything but having a gun pointed in Makayla's beautiful, warm face.
"Wait, I have a new idea...a much faster one than convincing her to frame the manager."
Garrett and Reggie swung their gazes back to Chance. Chance swallowed at the dual pairs of cold, villainous brown eyes facing him. Suddenly, being a security guard with the laid back Thomas and the straight-laced Joseph sounded like a wonderful career path. It had to be better than hush-hush meetings with psychopaths. It had to be better than trying to convince two thugs to not walk into a crowded bank and start shooting any innocents that stood in their way. God, he needed out of this line of work. He should have stayed retired.
Chance pointed at Reggie. "He changed the con the minute he showed up at my doorstep and Makayla saw him."
Reggie took a step towards Chance, his imposing face clouding. "I didn't touch her."
Chance held his hands up. "I know, but you changed the game." Chance swung his eyes to Garrett, the smaller man looked confused. "Makayla put a couple of oddities together," Chance frowned, "found a stash of cash from a recent...exchange...I'd made." Garrett raised an eyebrow and Chance quickly spouted, "I had to involve you two in the con, it was the only way to curb her suspicions."
Garrett narrowed his dark eyes. A cloud covering the sun made them look near black as he slowly processed what Chance was telling him. "How?"
Sighing, Chance reached into his jacket and pulled out the stolen watch. He reluctantly handed it to Garrett. "I stole this from you...my dangerous, crook of a brother. Reggie showed up to get it back."
Garrett snatched the jewelry and whistled as he examined it. Chance sighed at his loss. That had been a really nice score. Giving Chance a cold laugh, Garrett shook his head. "I'm your...brother?"
Chance shrugged. "It was the most believable reason I could give her." He glanced over at Reggie. "I told her that you attempted to kill me...and I broke your nose for it." Chance smiled, remembering breaking the man's face on his knee.
Reggie frowned while Garrett laughed again. Slipping the watch on his wrist, Garrett shook his head. "Interesting twist, but I don't see how this helps...anything."
Chance wanted to sneer. Of course he didn't see it. Garrett was a thug, a smash and grab kind of guy. He had talent in forgery, but no patience to see it through. He could have stayed behind the scenes, making thousands, maybe millions, using those talents, but the imbecile would rather be on the front lines, smashing faces and taking chump change. Talent and smarts didn't always go hand-in-hand.
Chance kept his face neutral as he explained. "Makayla thinks I'm in danger from you. She even has me living at her house...to keep me safe." Garrett smirked and poked Reggie in the side. The big man chuckled and Chance rolled his eyes. Zero finesse with those two. Chance was definitely saying no the next time they asked for his help. "Anyway...I think the best way to get her to bend against her beliefs...is to make her think my life is on the line."
Garrett raised his eyebrows and Reggie smiled. "You think she'll rob a bank to stop you from being whacked?"
Chance ran a hand back through his hair. "I think it's our best option at this point. I've sold her on the fact that I want to be rehabilitated, and I've sold her on the fact that you're a menace to society." Reggie chuckled and poked Garrett in the ribs. Garrett frowned.
"Given her need to protect people...and...the fact that she's fallen for me." Chance paused as an ache ripped through his chest. He didn't mention that the feeling was reciprocated. He couldn't, not to these guys. To them, he was using Makayla...nothing more. "I think she'll be inclined to move heaven and earth...to save my life."
Garrett twisted his lips, his brain clearly trying to see the con Chance so easily saw. "What about the manager?" He pointed to the envelope. "Wasn't the whole point getting someone else to take the fall, so we're free and clear?" He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Unless we're setting the chick up to take the fall now?"
Chance bristled at the idea of Makayla behind bars. No, that would never happen. Chance would confess first. Shaking his head, he snapped, "No! She stays free and clear!"
Reggie and Garrett looked at each other and Chance swallowed. Crap. He'd let real emotion into his voice. He couldn't let these two see how much he cared for her. They'd either use that to their advantage, or they'd drop this whole charade and go walk into that bank like they owned it.
Putting his hands up, Chance quickly explained himself before they could come up with their own reasoning. "If we let her take the fall, she'll spill our entire story to the cops. She'll have no reason to help us hide if we put her in the hot seat." He raised an eyebrow at Garrett. "And she knows your names. She knows what Reggie looks like."
Both men frowned, and Chance quickly moved past that point. More than anything, he wanted to avoid Garrett thinking that Makayla was a loose end that needed tying up. If he even attempted to hurt her...
"We frame the boss, same as before. We set him up to take the fall." He lifted the envelope with the photos. "We plant these in his office, make it look like he was being bribed and he stole to save his own ass." Chance shrugged and shook his head. "Makayla doesn't even have to know..."
Garrett frowned. "Won't she spill when she sees her boss being hauled away?"
Chance shook his head. "Not if she believes the photos. Not if she thinks he deserves to be behind bars. With my life in the balance...she'll hold her tongue to put a despicable man behind bars." Chance sighed. Yes, that was the con that would work on Makayla. His life...in exchange for a clearly disturbed man's. She wouldn't even hesitate to stay quiet if it meant Chance could live in peace, start a fresh life free from his brother's hold. He could probably even convince her that he had to leave her, for her own protection. They would part and she wouldn't hate him. It was the best Chance could do in this lose-lose situation that he'd gotten himself into.
Reggie cracking his knuckles brought Chance out of his musings. "So, how do we convince her your life is in danger?"
The sneer on his lips clearly showed that he knew the answer to that question already. He may not understand complex schemes, but violence, he got. Chance cringed; this part was going to suck. He let the envelope of photos drop to the ground and straightened his body. Lifting his chin, Chance summoned all of his courage.
Pain is momentary, a good con lasts a lifetime.
The parental words of wisdom flooding Chance's brain hardened his heart. His dad had excelled at the long con. Chance had been a long con...
A longtime ache filled Chance and he knew the upcoming beat down wouldn't hurt nearly as much as his father's betrayal. Narrowing his eyes at Reggie, the grin on the brawny man's face eager, he spat out, "Make it convincing. Give me something that will look really nasty in a couple of days...lots of bruising."
Reggie nodded, cracking his knuckles again. Chance eyed him warily. Right as the big man shifted towards him, Chance held up his hands and added, "Don't break anything though. I don't want to have to deal with curious hospital staff."
Garrett sniggered right as Reggie struck. Chance stopped himself from blocking the blow; it was a difficult thing to do. The weight behind Reggie's fist was incredible...as was his aim. Ignoring Chance's request, Reggie took the low road and got his payback for Chance breaking his nose. His fist hit him squarely across the bridge---Chance heard the snap, felt the electric burst of intense pain, tasted the metallic zing of blood as it flowed into his mouth. Bastard.
Chance gasped and wavered on his feet. His hand came up to his face, adjusting the break. Another flash of pain made his eyes water. Reggie gave him a fake, apologetic smile. "Oops, sorry."
Chance spat the blood in his mouth out. It hurt to breathe. He wanted to stop this, but knew he couldn't. "Are you done messing around?" he sneered. Reggie twisted his lips, not amused.
Garrett started laughing, a cold sound. "You're something else, Chance." He shook his head of bleached hair. His smile looked impressed, like Chance willingly getting the shit kicked out of him was somehow...honorable. Chance knew better. The honorable thing to do here was call the whole thing off and go home...to Makayla. But Chance couldn't do that, and these two wouldn't call this off anymore. They'd go in without him. They'd do something stupid. Makayla was safer this way.
That thought giving him strength, Chance wiped the blood off of his chin and faced Reggie proud and tall. Reggie struck again, a hit across the cheek that left Chance dazed, seeing stars. Before he could completely recover, Reggie socked him in the gut. Chance doubled over, gasping as all of his air left him. His face aching, his lungs burning, his eyes watered again. Blinking back tears, Chance struggled to get in a breath. He quickly inhaled, right as Reggie gave him a wicked left hook. Chance felt the soft spot near his temple compress. He even imagined the blood vessels breaking, pools of it forming. He'd have a black eye for sure. Good.
His breath finally back, Chance peeked up at Reggie; he could feel his left eye already swelling shut. "That all you got?" He smirked, not sure why he was goading the man. He really didn't want to die today, but he hated the situation, hated what he was doing, hated himself...he deserved this.
Maybe feeling neglected, Garrett struck. Chance hadn't been expecting that and was caught completely off guard when Garrett swept his leg. He fell to the ground hard, his cheek landing on a jagged stone. He bit his lip to stop from crying out. Pain was momentary. A trickle of blood oozed from the fresh wound, but Chance didn't have time to worry about it. Reggie had decided that fists weren't leaving enough of a mark.
Shifting his weight, Reggie thudded a heavy kick into Chance's side. Chance let out a soft groan. He couldn't stop it; it hurt so bad. Garrett immediately struck out on the other side. The dual assault was too much; Chance whimpered, a tear of pain sliding down his cheek, stinging as it entered the cut from the rock. Protecting as much of his body as he could, Chance laid there and let them repeatedly kick him. Garrett laughed the entire time, Reggie grunted with the efforts of his kicks. As one of them managed to strike him in the face, Chance started to worry that they wouldn't stop, that they really would kill him. It didn't make sense to, they needed him, but some animals couldn't be contained once they were let out. And these two could barely pass as civilized.
He started murmuring, "Enough," but the two men didn't seem to be listening. Reggie landed a solid hit in Chance's ribs. Chance felt the compression and bit his cheek so hard he tasted blood. "Stop," he muttered.
Reggie heard him that time. Leaning down, he yanked Chance's head up by his hair. Chance winced as bolts of pain erupted around his scalp. "Stop? We're just getting started." He raised an edge of his lip; his face right then was the most terrifying thing Chance had ever seen and a genuine spike of fear sliced through him. "We have to make this convincing...you said so yourself."
Chance shook his head but Reggie pulled harder on his hair, lifting him to his feet. Chance grabbed onto the man's arm for support. His legs felt like Jell-O. He couldn't stand straight anymore. His vision wavered and for a moment he saw three Reggies. He focused on the one in the middle. That one cocked his arm back. Chance's eyes widened as he watched the fist comes towards him. Reggie still had a hold of his head and Chance couldn't escape the move. He hit him square in the other eye.
Chance finally did cry out then, begging them to stop. It didn't help. No longer able to stand, he slumped against Reggie's hold, his scalp burning until Reggie let go. Falling to his knees, Chance felt more hits to his face. Both eyes swollen now, Chance could barely see. That made it worse. Not knowing where the hits would come from made it worse. Garrett was hooting and hollering, enjoying the smack down. Chance tasted fresh blood in his mouth.
He was going to die today. The maniacs were going to kill him. He'd never get a chance to see Makayla again. To hold her, to tell her he loved her...and to mean it. Warmth burst through his chest at the thought, and for a moment he could block out the sound of his own agonized voice, he could block out the stabs of pain jolting through his body, he could even block out the sound of Garrett's twisted chuckle. He blocked out everything but her face, her beautiful honey hair, her pale eyes, so open and honest, so wanting to be loved. Given another life, Chance would have fallen for her instantly, would have dropped on his knees and asked her to marry him. But this wasn't a chick flick, and Chance's ending wouldn't be sappy and sweet. His ending would be here, in a field of neglect, being pummeled to extinction by two men who deserved nothing but reciprocation.
A knee to Chance's jaw flung him to his back. As blackness darkened Chance's world, he briefly wondered if Makayla would go on to make her dream come true. She should. Everyone should strive to reach their dreams. A smile spread across his lips as night pressed in around him. Chance hoped that Makayla would be the one to hunt down and lock up Garrett and Reggie. He hoped she would be the one to avenge his murder. That would be poetic.
God, he was going to die...and he didn't even know his real name. It was sort of tragic. Being so angry at his father, he'd never even asked. As Chance lost consciousness, he remembered the day he'd done his dad in, the day he'd betrayed the man who'd raised him.
They'd been about to complete a job when Chance had come back from the hospital. He'd been so shaken, he hadn't even told his dad where he'd been, what he'd learned. He'd been completely silent on the way to the mark's house, some rich old couple with a handful of original, priceless works of art. He and his dad were going to sneak into their place and steal them while the pair were out for the evening. They'd been posing as hired hands for the last few weeks, learning the couple's schedules. The night the job went down, the pair were at a fundraiser for some endangered animal; they were going to be gone for hours.
Chance and his dad had snuck in during a shift change in the couple's bodyguards. Having learned everything they needed to know, they disconnected the cameras, disabled the alarms, and grabbed the millions of dollars in art. At least, that's what was supposed to happen. Chance left one alarm intact. He'd barely thought about it when he'd done it. It had just been instinct...he'd wanted to punish his dad for lying to him for his entire life. It may have been stupid and childish, but he'd felt stupid and childish...and hurt, very hurt. Still did.
Once the alarms had gone off, Chance had given his dad the loot and they'd bailed the house. Their escape plan in just such an event had always been to split up and meet back at the first motel listed in the city's yellow pages.
Chance had taken their car while his dad had quickly hotwired one on the street. Chance had purposely avoided getting near the stolen goods, although he'd hadn't consciously done it at the time. When their cars sped away in separate directions, Chance had looked back at his dad's taillights and made another rash decision. Picking up his cell phone, he'd made a call that had changed his life.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"I'd like to report a robbery..."
He'd then gone on to describe his dad's vehicle and had given them a tip about where they could find him---A1 Motel. When he'd hung up the phone, a flash of fear, relief and pain had flown through him. He'd done it. He'd set his father up to take a fall that would surely land him in prison...probably for a long time, thanks to the value of the paintings. His dad had never seen it coming...
Before Chance completely faded, he wondered if his dad knew that Chance had left that one alarm in place on purpose... if he suspected why, if he hated him for it. Then, right before night took him, Chance decided that it didn't matter. He wasn't his real dad anyway.
When he woke up, Chance was a little surprised to find himself alive...and he sort of wished he wasn't. Blinding sunlight was the first thing he was aware of. Then he heard birds chirping and felt a light breeze along his face. The breeze stung his open wounds and he inhaled through his teeth. Scrunching his face hurt...everything else. He tried to relax his features, tried not to move. His entire body throbbed. He wanted to cry out in pain, but swallowed to hold it in. He really didn't know if Garrett and Reggie were still around, and he was not going to show anymore weakness in front of them. Begging them to stop had been bad enough.
Aside from the birds, the courtyard sounded empty, though. Bracing himself, Chance opened his eyes...as much as he could anyway. The sunlight made them water, but he couldn't lift his hand to shade his vision. Well, he was sure he could, he didn't feel like any limbs were broken, he just didn't want to move yet. Chance was pretty sure that moving would be as painful as the strikes had been.
Damn Reggie. That primitive bastard had gone way too far. Jesus, knee a man between the legs then break his nose and all of a sudden you're number one on his hit list. Reggie really needed to work on his anger issues. And Garrett...he...was beyond help, Chance was pretty sure.
Flicking his eyes around the lot, Chance saw that he was indeed alone. Letting out a much needed groan, Chance prepared his body for a jolt of pain. He didn't want to do it, but he needed to make sure the idiots hadn't broken anything...aside from his nose. Counting to three, Chance sat up. He cried out as every muscle, joint, tendon, nerve, told him to stop. What little vision he had left, swam and wavered. The picnic table dimmed in his view as his body struggled to fight through the agony.
Nausea twisted his stomach. He lost his control of it and, leaning over, vomited on the broken cement. There was blood in it. Great. Wiping his chin, Chance struggled to even his breath and his vision. After long inhales and exhales, his head cleared, the pain lessened. Gingerly feeling his face, Chance could tell that the swelling around his eyes had gone down quite a bit. He'd probably be okay to drive.
A sane man would have immediately driven himself to a hospital, or, saner yet, called for an ambulance. Who knows what internal damage those two had done? But Chance didn't have the luxury of being sane. He couldn't afford the risk of some concerned hospital staff calling the police to question him about his poor, broken body.
No, Chance would have to get through this suffering on his own. Good thing he had some seriously strong pain meds in his first aid kit in the car. "Never leave home without it," his dad had always told him. It was the one piece of advice that Chance was actually grateful for today.
Gritting his teeth, Chance ordered his legs to stand him up. He also had to order his hands to help, since his jiggly legs couldn't do it all on their own. It took a lot of effort, but he finally made it. When he did, he found that he couldn't stand completely straight up and down; he had to bend over, had to clutch his bruised ribs. His breath came in sharp pulls and his vision wavered again. Another moment of stomach sickness went through him and Chance cursed after he wiped his mouth.
Damn Reggie. Damn Garrett. He was done with the both of them once this over. Maybe he'd leave a bread trail for Makayla to follow. Something that led her right to the demented pair. Chance really didn't want her anywhere near them, but he liked his dying vision of her putting them behind bars. If and when she became a cop, he'd help her track them down.
Once he felt steady, Chance hobbled his way back to his car. The photos were gone, one of the two miscreants having picked them up. That was fine with Chance. If they were going to secretly set up the manager, Chance couldn't risk holding onto them, couldn't risk Makayla finding them. And she had a habit of finding out things that Chance didn't want her to know about.
After barely managing to get his broken body through the chain link fence, Chance finally made it back to his car. Slumping inside it, Chance leaned his head back and let out a long exhale. His whole body felt on fire. He wanted nothing more than to drive back to Makayla's house and wait for her in her bed. She would come home and take care of his hurts. She'd lovingly mend his body, and his heart. He wanted that so badly, his chest suddenly hurt worse than any other part of him. But...he couldn't. He couldn't rush back to her, not yet. He needed to scare her. He needed her to think the worst...he needed to disappear.
Starting his car, Chance made his way to a rundown motel that wouldn't ask a lot of questions about his appearance. He didn't need them calling the cops either. Luckily, the seedy motels Chance often visited only cared about one thing---cash. They turned a blind eye to just about everything else. In fact, the manager only cocked an eyebrow at Chance's cuts and bruises. By the look of disdain in the man's features, it was obvious that he was more concerned about Chance getting the sheets bloody than about what Chance had gone through.
Keeping his face blank, Chance paid for four nights and took his key. Four nights away from Makayla should give her long enough to almost be in a frenzy over his safety. It would also give his face and body long enough to bruise and yellow wonderfully. He would be a gross assortment of healing when he saw her again. As he opened the door to his new home, a part of Chance died a little at the thought of being away from her for so long. Four days. It sounded like an eternity after being able to see her so often. But Monday night, he'd come crawling back to her...he was already looking forward to the reunion. And the healing that would take place between now and then.
Setting his emergency bag on the bed---extra clothes, money, basic toiletries, and the first aid kit that was always hidden in his car for fast getaways---he made his way to the bathroom. Stripping off his clothes, he took a long look in the mirror at the damage that had been done. His voice, asking them to stop, echoed in his ears as he examined the tender bruises along his ribs, his back. His cries of pain reverberated in his head as he examined his dual black eyes, the cut along his cheek, the dried blood under his nose. Damn those two.
Turning on the water for the shower, Chance briefly closed his eyes and begged Makayla for forgiveness for what he was about to put her through. She wouldn't understand, but he was doing this for her. Reggie and Garrett couldn't be left to their own devices. It was imperative that Chance remained in control of this con now...her safety depended on it.
Chapter 13
What the Hell?
Makayla was shocked when she came home and Chance wasn't there, waiting for her. And even though they hadn't talked about it, she had been surprised when he hadn't shown up for lunch. She just expected him to be there now, smiling softly as he waited in the lobby. His not being there had somehow seemed ominous. Makayla had had a knot in her belly all day. Maybe it was because she knew he was going to return the watch to his brother soon. Maybe it was because his phone had gone straight to voicemail every time she'd called it.
Makayla had even skipped out on a much needed personal training session to rush home and check on him. She didn't want to assume the worst just because he wasn't home, but fear drove her thoughts that way. His brother scared him; his face had made that clear. And anyone that could scare Chance was someone to be reckoned with.
Setting down her purse, Makayla considered her options. There weren't many. For one, she wasn't sure that he wasn't just at the store, picking them up a meal. Or he could have run home real quick, to get his mail or something. She bit her lip, hoping he hadn't. He needed to stay away from anywhere that his brother might be lying in wait for him. If he was going to meet him, it needed to be on equal footing...and preferably in a public place.
Makayla rushed back to her bedroom, hoping to find the stolen property still here. If it were here, then Chance was probably just running an errand, and would be back at any moment. If it was gone...
Digging through his bag on the floor, Makayla searched and searched. No luck. It was gone. Sometime today, he'd left with the watch to return it to his brother...and then he'd dropped off the face of the earth. Good God, what if his brother had taken his wrath out on him anyway? He didn't sound like the most stable person. What if...what if he was dead?
Makayla sat on the bed, clutching her stomach. Fear and anxiety twisted her in knots. No, he couldn't be...not now, not now that he was on the road to salvation. Not now...that he was stealing her heart. Not when she'd finally felt a spark of genuine affection for someone. He couldn't possibly be gone. Life couldn't possibly be that cruel to her...
Her hand went to her face and she struggled to not sob. No, she couldn't jump to the worst case scenario. She couldn't let her mind wallow in fear. She had to be stronger than that. Dropping her hand, she inhaled a long breath and tried to think through the cloud of mind-numbing terror. How would she find him? Assuming...assuming he was fine...how would she get to him?
That was the million dollar question, one she didn't have an immediate answer for. Not knowing what else to do, Makayla found her phone and clutched it to her chest. Lying back on her bed, she waited...waited for Chance to call her and tell her that he was okay.
She awoke the next morning with her phone still clutched to her chest. The screen was blank...no missed calls. An icy jolt ran through her as she sat up. She looked around her bedroom, hoping she'd find some sign that he'd come home and just hadn't wanted to wake her. When she saw nothing different, she stood and hurried out to the living room. No sign of him. Glancing out the window to her driveway, she saw that his car was still gone...he wasn't here.
Makayla bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair. She was supposed to be keeping him safe, and he was gone, vanished into thin air. Makayla had no idea how to get in contact with his brother. She knew nothing about him but his name---Garrett. She assumed his last name was the same as Chance's---Burke---but she really didn't know for sure. Besides, she doubted a thug like him would be listed in the white pages. It'd be better to ask the police for his last known whereabouts. But they didn't give out that type of information, and Makayla really didn't want to bring their attention to Chance. He wasn't exactly an upstanding citizen either.
Not having a clue what else to do, Makayla went to Chance's house. The impressive brick building was dark, quiet. All the doors were locked when she jiggled each one. Nothing looked any different from the last time she was here. Her heart tight, her stomach bunched in knots, Makayla left his abandoned home and went to work.
Walking through the front doors, Makayla considered how little she knew of Chance. If he hadn't gone to her place and he hadn't gone home, where would he go? Did he have friends in the area? Was he close to his coworkers? And where exactly did he work anyway? She didn't even have the name of the business, so she couldn't even call to see if he'd missed work. She wasn't even entirely sure what days he did work, since he was only part-time. There was so much about him that she didn't know, and she was a little terrified that she'd never get a chance to know now.
She ran into Neil as she headed into the employee area. He nodded hello, then stopped and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, what is it?"
Makayla looked up into his blue-gray eyes, not sure what to tell him. Biting her lip, she shrugged. "Chance took off yesterday...I don't know where he is..."
His brow furrowed and Neil followed Makayla into the break room. "You tried his cell, his house?"
Makayla nodded as she hung up her jacket. "Yeah, he's just...gone." Tucking her purse away, she sighed. "I came home and he was just gone." She frowned, considering that all of his stuff was still in her bedroom. Unless he'd gone home to grab clothes, which seemed strange, since he could've just taken his bag, wherever he was, he probably didn't have anything. That only reaffirmed to Makayla that he was in trouble. Big trouble.
Neil made a disgruntled noise and Makayla twisted to look at him. "You came home and he was gone? Is he...staying with you?"
Makayla twisted her lips. She hadn't had a chance to tell Neil about that part yet; he looked a little miffed at her seeming lack of good judgment. And even she would admit that inviting a strange man with a sordid past to share your home wasn't the best judgment. She couldn't have not reached out to help him though. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself if anything had happened. God, had something happened?
"Just for a little bit. He's got some...family issues."
Neil dropped his head back. "Great. The thief has family issues." He lifted his head and his eyebrow. "Two problems for you to try and fix." His face softened as he said it, and Makayla felt the warmth behind his words. She still bristled though.
"It's just for a few days, until things cool over." Sighing, she shut the closet door. "What if things didn't cool over..." Her lip trembled as her eyes moistened. "I'm really worried, Neil."
Neil immediately wrapped his arms around her. "He'll be okay, Mack. He's tough...he can take care of himself." His tone switched to displeasure, but Neil softly kissed her on the head, comforting her regardless of his own feelings on the matter...which was probably something along the lines of good riddance.
Natalie walked in on the pair then. She frowned as her eyes flashed between them. Makayla saw the spark of jealousy in the young woman's eyes and wanted to sit her down for another, "Don't fall for the unobtainable man," speech, but the teenager's face turned to sympathy when she saw Makayla's weary expression.
"You okay? Something happen?"
Makayla slapped on her brightest smile. Confessing all of her fears and doubts to Neil was fine, but she really didn't want to become water cooler fodder. "Yep, everything's great."
Playing along, as he always did, Neil switched his embrace to one arm slung around her shoulder. "Yeah, she just realized that I was right, and she was wrong."
Makayla looked over at him. "I wouldn't go that far."
Neil laughed, his oh-so-cute dimples showing. "I would." Makayla frowned. Natalie sighed.
Glancing back at the love-stricken girl, Makayla looped her arm through Neil's and pulled him out of the back room. If she couldn't get through to Natalie, she'd have to go through Neil. He was aware of the problem, but, being a guy, even a guy who preferred other guys, he probably had no clue how to deal with it. She'd have to give him some pointers for his "date" with her this weekend...like never referring to it as a date.
All throughout her shift, Makayla gave Neil tips on how to act like he wasn't interested in Natalie. He rolled his eyes and told her, more than once, that he could handle the situation. But Makayla saw the tiny smiles that Natalie tossed his way when his back was turned and worried about it anyway. Besides, worrying about Natalie's love life stopped Makayla from worrying about her own. For the most part. She still did though.
A tiny clock in the back of her brain kept a running tally on how long Chance had been M.I.A. The longer the tick sounded in her brain, the more Makayla worried. She kept looking at her phone and glancing at the door, just hoping to see the boy-next-door who'd stolen her wallet...and at some point, her heart. But he never came by, he never called. And when she finally got back home, after forcing herself to go to a session with Sofia, he still wasn't around.
Makayla didn't sleep much that night. And when the next evening played out in much the same way, she found sleep even more difficult. In fact, she found it impossible. Instead of even trying to get some Zs, Makayla got in the car and drove around the city. She checked out his place, but it was still dark and empty. She tried the local grocery stores, describing him to various clerks to see if anybody remembered him. Nobody did. She tried the drycleaners, gas stations, basically any store nearby that he may have walked into at some point in the last few days, but nobody could pinpoint him with her description.
It didn't help that her depiction of him made him sound completely average: white, medium build, yay tall, brown hair, brown eyes. It wasn't as if she could tell the bored clerk listening to her that his smile lit up the room, that his eyes sparkled with cunning and humor, that the softness of his hands made her weak in the knees. No, broken down into a handful of adjectives, Chance was almost invisible...he fit too much of the population to really stand out.
She didn't give up though. Makayla spent most of her Saturday night aimlessly searching streets and any open business she could find. She wished she had a picture of him, to make her job of finding him easier, but they hadn't been together long enough; she hadn't even snapped a cell phone picture yet. And since she wasn't quite desperate enough to break and enter into his abandoned house, all she had to go on was her generic description. She was exhausted and disappointed when she fell into her empty bed in the early hours of the morning.
A knock on her door the next afternoon woke her up. At first, Makayla wondered if it was someone coming to tell her that Chance was dead. Her stomach twisted so hard she had to massage it back down. But, sitting up, she realized that was a ridiculous thought. For one, Chance wasn't a solider who'd died in the line of battle or an officer who'd been gunned down on duty, and most real tragedies were delivered over the telephone, and not in person. Secondly, she and Chance had only been dating for a little while, and as far as Makayla knew, no one but Neil and Natalie even knew that she was seeing him, so it wasn't likely that she'd be contacted...if anything had happened.
Rolling her eyes and looking at the clock, Makayla realized who was here just as her last thought ended. It was Sunday...Neil was here for their standing brunch date.
Remembering that Chance had been here the last time Neil had come by for their Sunday meal, Makayla sadly looked around her home for him. He hadn't magically appeared on her sofa though. He was still gone. Still dressed in her smelly gym clothes from last night, her hair a mess of snarls and tangles, Makayla nonchalantly opened the door for Neil.
He took a long look at her before walking through the door. "You, uh, need to shower?" He crinkled his nose a bit as he closed the front door.
Makayla sighed. She didn't really feel like showering, or eating, but she had to go on with her life. Besides, it was possible that Chance wasn't in danger. It was possible that he'd skipped out because he'd wanted to leave her. It seemed a really dramatic way to break things off, but, as she constantly reminded herself, she didn't really know Chance. Maybe he was the dramatic type. That scenario felt...wrong though. She just knew in her stomach that whatever was going on, wasn't about her. Not directly anyway. But, Neil had a point...she did smell.
"Yeah...I guess."
She walked back into her bedroom and Neil followed her. Sitting on the edge of her rumpled bed, the covers twisted and half falling to the floor in her restless shifting this morning, Neil tilted his head at her. "You still haven't heard from him, have you?"
Makayla stripped off the yoga pants and tight shirt she'd exercised in last night and walked into the bathroom. Leaving the door open, she told him, "No, not a peep." She completely stripped down, then poked just her head out the door. "I'm getting scared, Neil."
Neil sighed and nodded. "I know...why don't you go to the police?"
Makayla bit her lip. She'd debated that last night, but, her gut had told her not to yet. Her gut told her that focusing the cops onto Chance would be a bad thing, that it would be better to wait this out, that she'd hear from him soon...or hear about him soon. "I don't want to get them involved just yet..."
Neil twisted his lips. "Because he's a thief?"
Makayla shrugged, then ducked back into the bathroom. "He's trying to be a better person, Neil, but he hasn't always been...and I don't want him to get in trouble for anything he...may have done recently."
Makayla sighed as she turned on the water. She really hoped he hadn't been up to anything, especially since he'd promised her that he'd quit, but if the police started digging into his life trying to find him, well, they might find something that he hadn't had time to atone for yet. Makayla had to give him a chance to be a better person before she threw the book at him. She'd just have to keep praying and hoping that he was okay...and that he'd show up soon.
Makayla tried to keep her spirits up as she left the house with Neil. Tried to. Even though it had gotten her zero results last night, she wanted to go scouring the neighborhood again. Twisting to Neil, she forced her mind to change tracks. Wherever he was, Colton was fine.
"How was your date last night?"
Neil twisted in the driver's seat to glare at her. "It wasn't a date," he smiled, "and it was a lot of fun."
Makayla smiled, glad that at least someone had had a good time the previous evening. "And Natalie....?"
She lifted an eyebrow and Neil sighed. "We had...the talk...she understands."
Makayla nodded and put her hand on his shoulder. Neil hated giving women the we-can-only-be-friends talk; he'd had to give it on several occasions already. But that's what happens when you're super nice and super cute---girls flock. "Well good, I'm glad you guys had fun."
She frowned on the end, Chance entering her mind again. Where was he? Neil noticed and reached up to grab her fingers. "I'm sure he's fine, Mack."
Makayla was silent the rest of the way, warring with herself on whether or not to bring in the big guns to find Chance. She perked up when she noticed where Neil was stopping the car. Looking over at his blank expression, she raised an eyebrow. "Driftwood? Again? We just went here last week?"
Neil peeked up at her, his pale eyes hopeful. "I know, I just...wanted to come here again."
Makayla sighed, but couldn't resist the pleading in her best friend's eyes. Sighing again, she muttered, "All right." She couldn't really scold Neil on self-destructive choices, not since she'd started dating a never-been-convicted criminal.
Makayla held his hand for support as they walked in, but Neil seemed stronger than the last time he'd been here. He held his chin high and looked right at the tall, dark-haired Adrian as the hostess once again seated them in his section. Adrian did a double-take at seeing them again. Well, at seeing Neil again, at any rate. When the cheery girl left them at their circular table, Adrian was immediately at their side.
"Hey, you guys came back?"
While his question was directed at the both of them, those startling green eyes were only focused on Neil. Neil swallowed, but kept up the eye contact. "Yeah..."
Adrian smiled wider as he leaned his hip against the table. "What can I get for you today?"
His voice was so soft, so tender, Makayla instantly felt like she was intruding on a very private moment. Not exactly wanting Neil to have any sort of moment with the man who'd broken his heart, Makayla leaned herself across the table. "I'll have a cinnamon roll and the largest mocha you can make me."
Adrian's eyes reluctantly pulled away from Neil. His smile faltered, but only a little. He nodded at her order, then looked back to Neil. Clearing his throat, Neil shrugged and told him, "Blueberry muffin and an orange juice."
The grin on Adrian's lips turned crooked, like he'd known what Neil would order. In a way it was sweet, in a way in was painful. Bad breakup or not, when they'd been together, they'd been really good together. "Give me just a few minutes..."
He winked at Neil as he twisted to leave and Makayla scowled. He didn't need to openly flirt with the man whom he'd ripped in two. Seeing Neil's face start to flush with color, Makayla blurted out the first thing to distract him. Since she really only had one thing on her mind, it was, of course, about Chance. "So you really think I should call the cops about Chance? Do you think they'd have better luck finding him?"
Adrian immediately snapped his head around to Makayla. "Chance is missing?"
The stony look on Adrian's face made her blink. There was a hardness in his gorgeous features that she'd never seen before. She was used to seeing him tender, giddy, nearly oozing love and affection, even after separating from Neil. But the look he was giving her now was all business.
"What?" was all she could manage to ask. Makayla had no idea why Adrian would care one iota about her vanished beau.
Adrian blinked and relaxed his face. A small, sheepish smile curved his lips as he stepped towards the table. His voice back to softness and casualness, he shrugged. "Your boyfriend is missing? That's awful. Have you...have you called the cops?"
While Adrian's face had returned to that of someone who was only mildly curious about her answer, his eyes were too intently focused on Makayla. He wanted to know what was going on. Narrowing her own eyes, Makayla leaned on her elbows. "Do you know Chance?"
Adrian's smile was loose and easy; his eyes looked worried, and flicked over to Neil really quick before locking back on Makayla. "No, never heard of him until just now. But I assumed...that was the guy you're seeing?" He raised his eyebrows.
Makayla nodded, still curious over his reaction. Adrian smiled at her answer, then casually tilted his head. "So, how long has he been gone?"
Wondering why he really wanted to know, she told him, "A few days now..."
That familiar ache in her stomach tightened but Makayla ignored it as she focused on Adrian's reaction. His eyes lifted to the window beside them, his brow slightly furrowed. "Interesting," he muttered. He seemed puzzled for a second, then he looked over to Neil. When his eyes came back to Makayla's, there was definite worry there. "Was he in any kind of trouble?"
Makayla bit her lip, her stomach flipping in anxiety. "Yes, I think so." She felt her eyes sting, but blinked back the tears to watch Adrian. If he somehow knew something...
Adrian ran a hand over his jaw, his eyes still flicking over to Neil on occasion. Shrugging, he told her, "Well, I'm sure he's fine...I'm sure he'll turn up soon."
Adrian swallowed and Makayla was positive that he knew something. Excusing himself, he turned to leave the table. Neil sighed as he left. Makayla stood up. She started to follow the man, to demand an explanation for his strange reactions, but an arm reached out and held her back. Neil had his eyebrows raised as he firmly gripped her forearm. "What are you doing?"
Makayla pursed her lips. "He's holding back...he knows something about what happened to Chance."
Neil rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Mack." He pointed to where Adrian had disappeared. "How would he know your boyfriend?"
Makayla yanked her arm back. "I just..." her face and voice softened. "I just need to know if he knows where he is..."
Neil sighed, watching her face fall. Shrugging, he shook his head. "He doesn't know him...I've never heard him mention him." He swallowed after he said that, maybe remembering their time together. Makayla patted his shoulder in sympathy, then turned to track down Adrian.
She heard his voice before she saw him. He was in the same short hallway that she'd stumbled across him before. He sounded like he was on the phone again too. More boyfriend issues? Or was he talking to someone that might know where Chance was? Pressing herself against the wall, Makayla listened without letting herself get caught.
"Where is he?" A long pause, then Adrian's voice came back. "Don't give me your bullshit! What did you do to him, Garrett?"
His voice was cold and hard, but that wasn't what shocked Makayla. Adrian knew Chance's brother? What the hell? Her heart hammering, she listened to the conversation that she just knew would end with the revelation of Chance's fate.
"Is he alive?"
Another long pause. Makayla's heart felt like it was going to break her ribcage it was pounding so hard. She bit her lip, her eyes stinging. Please say yes...
"Okay...where is he?"
Makayla slapped her hand over her mouth to stop the sob of relief she wanted to make. He was alive...his brother hadn't killed him. She listened harder, wanting to know where he was just as much as Adrian. And how the hell did Adrian know him?
Adrian made some agreeing noises, like he was listening to a story being told. Makayla wanted to grunt in frustration. She needed an address, not a bunch of, "Yeah, okays." When she was just about ready to walk around the corner and snatch the phone from Adrian so she could ask Garrett herself, Adrian finally said, "You just left him there, in the courtyard?"
Makayla perked up. Courtyard? What courtyard? Where?
Adrian sighed, then muttered, "Jesus, Garrett. Are you sure he was still breathing?"
Makayla felt her eyes sting. He was hurt...really hurt. Maybe he was at a hospital. Maybe he was on life support! That would explain his absence. A tear silently rolled down her cheek as she listened.
Adrian was silent a moment, then spat out, "You're insane, you know that, right?" Makayla narrowed her eyes, agreeing with Adrian. She listened for more, but it sounded like Adrian ended the call. She could hear him pacing and wondered if she should interrogate him. He obviously knew much more than he was telling.
Just as she was about to reveal herself, she heard Adrian mutter, "Damn it, Chance...what are you doing?" Sighing, he stopped moving. Makayla strained her ears to hear above the din of the nearby kitchen. After a second of silence from Adrian, his voice finally came back. "Hey, it's me...thanks for finally picking up. What the hell is going on?"
Makayla's heart started pounding again. Was he talking to Chance? Had he gotten through to him? Makayla had tried, and while his phone was ringing again, he never picked up...not once. Wondering exactly what Adrian was wondering, she listened as hard as humanly possible.
"Don't tell me everything is fine...I talked to Garrett." A long pause, then, "Where are you? I need to talk to you face to face."
Makayla straightened. This was it. She'd finally learn where Chance was hiding from his brother. And for some reason, from her.
"Yeah, okay, I know where that is. I get off work in a few hours, I'll see you then." Makayla wanted to curse, why couldn't he just verbally confirm the address? Damn it, she'd been so close. She was just about to walk over and rip the phone away from Adrian...again...when he spoke. "Makayla let it slip that you were gone...she's debating calling the cops." He laughed once. "Yeah, you'd better hope she doesn't."
Makayla paused and narrowed her eyes. What was that supposed to mean? Cocking her head, she listened as Adrian's voice softened. "She's worried...but seems alright. Feisty as ever." Adrian laughed again, and Makayla imagined that she could hear Chance laughing as well. Just as she was about to make her move, she heard Adrian say, "See you in a few. Bye."
Makayla quickly moved away from the hallway. She'd missed her opportunity to talk to Chance directly, but there was another opportunity here, if she didn't blow it. Acting as nonchalant as possible, she headed back to where Neil was waiting for her. He bunched his brows as she sat down.
"So?"
Makayla paused, wondering if she should tell her friend the truth or not. Knowing that he'd never approve to her reckless idea, she shrugged. "You're right, he wouldn't know him...I didn't even ask."
It was the truth, sort of. She hadn't asked...she hadn't needed to. Adrian did know Chance...and Garrett. And Makayla had no idea how that was possible. But she was going to find out.
A few hours later, Makayla was back at Driftwood, but without Neil this time. Sitting in her car, she watched Adrian's vehicle down the street. Wringing the wheel over and over, Makayla waited as impatiently as she could for Adrian's shift to be over. It was torture, the waiting, but this was the only way Makayla knew to find Chance. Adrian was meeting with him tonight. For some reason, Neil's ex boyfriend was special enough to see him, but not Makayla. She wanted to know why. And following Adrian was her ticket to an explanation.
She slunk down in her seat when she saw Adrian leave the front doors of Driftwood. He glanced up and down the street, but Makayla was quite a ways back from the entrance. She was even farther from his car. Watching his tall, lean form closely, she sat up as he headed away from her, towards his car near the end of the street. Ducking inside, he instantly started it. Makayla started hers at the same time. She let him merge onto the street before her. She even let a couple of cars pass her before she started following him. Exhaling slowly, Makayla hoped that Chance's lessons had paid off; she hoped she could do this. Following complete strangers was one thing. Following Adrian, who was somehow mixed up in all of this, was another.
His car was an average black sedan, but Makayla kept a close eye on it. She made a note of his license plate, so she'd know she was following the right black sedan. He shifted into the left lane, but Makayla stayed where she was. Follow without mimicking. It paid off, he shifted back to the right and made an immediate right turn. Curious why he'd drive that way, Makayla slowed, then eventually followed him.
He was gone.
Makayla cursed, thinking she'd lost him. But searching the side streets, she eventually found him again, and casually turned to follow. Squinting, she could just make out the license plate; she had the right car. Relaxing, Makayla watched him make a couple of quick lane changes. She stayed where she was. Using that instinct that Chance had praised her for, she turned into a left hand lane just moments before he did.
Exhaling that her gut had been right, she relaxed even more as she waited a car behind him for her turn. From there, following him was easy. When he eventually pulled into his destination---a rundown motel---Makayla drove past the entrance. She pulled into the entrance next door, a fast-food chain with several cars in the lot.
Looking behind her as she parked, she could just see Adrian getting out of his car and looking around. He didn't notice her and strode over to one of the doors. He knocked on it, then waited for a few moments with his head down. Makayla gasped when the door opened. Even though she was far away, she knew that it was Chance behind that door. Just his being alive sent her heart into overdrive. But then a spike of anger flooded her. What was going on? Why was he hiding from her? Why did he let Adrian inside? And what the hell did Adrian have to do with...anything?
Confused and irritated, Makayla stormed across the lot to get her answer. A light breeze swept over her, cooling her heated cheeks and making her long, straight hair tangle in a nearby bush. Cursing to herself, Makayla unfastened the snarl and hiked her way through the small berm separating the motel from the fast-food place. Chance had a lot of explaining to do. Chance and Adrian both. She wasn't going to let either of them escape her until she was satisfied.
Striding past Adrian's car, Makayla stormed right up to the door and pounded on it. She heard the voices inside hush, felt a tension building through the door. Wondering if anyone was going to let her in, she snapped, "It's me, Colton...open the goddamn door."
She heard a distinct curse, then she heard the lock on the door slide out of place. His lips twisted in a frown, Chance finally filled her vision. The anger that had built up in Makayla on her journey over here paled at seeing him. His boy-next-door face was gone. He looked more like he'd been an extra in the movie Fight Club. But his wounds weren't cleverly misleading makeup. No, his wounds were real. Still not able to speak, Makayla let her fingers drift over the healing cut in his cheek, the yellowing bruise surrounding both eyes, the swollen bridge of his nose. And those were just the wounds she could see. By the way he held his side, she was sure he was just as damaged all over.
Tears sliding down her cheeks, Makayla shook her head. "What happened?"
Chance sighed and opened the door wider. "Come on in, Makayla. I'll explain everything."
Chapter 14
A Moment of Truth
Chance was irritated. Chance was impressed. Chance had a new problem to solve. Adrian. In his foolish attempt to interfere in a con that no longer involved him, Adrian had led Makayla right to Chance's door step. That really wasn't too much of an issue, since Chance had planned on showing back up at her place tomorrow evening, but it did present yet another challenge that Chance hadn't been prepared for. How did he explain Adrian?
Makayla edged past him, into the room. Her eyes seemed mainly concerned for Chance's well being, but he also saw the lingering anger and suspicion. Things weren't adding up for her; that was a problem. Makayla wasn't the type of girl to let coincidences slide. She would keep at it until she'd figured out the puzzle. And this puzzle had to be carefully sculpted, otherwise it might blow up in Chance's face.
Her eyes drifted over the cracked and faded wallpaper, the questionably clean covers, unused and piled in a corner, the clean, white sheets that Chance had laid down on the bed this morning---Chance had learned early in his life to never use motel bedding...always pack your own sheets. Shaking her head, she took in the general gloominess of the cheap room. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes shifted focus to stare at Adrian sitting in a chair by the bathroom door. "What are you doing here?"
Adrian stood, recognizing his cue to leave. Chance had barely had time to explain things to him before Makayla had pounded on the door. He'd only reiterated that this was the best-case scenario to keep the bank employees safe. And that was really all Adrian cared about. He may have chosen to retire from the life, but he didn't care if others lived it. He cared about Neil. "I'll leave you guys alone..."
He slunk around to the door and Chance opened it. Best if he left quick; the less questions Makayla asked about him, the better. Makayla wasn't about to let him go so easily though. She pointed at Adrian, her eyes narrowed to daggers. "Stay," she commanded.
The authority in her voice was unmistakable and Adrian paused, staring at her wide-eyed. Chance contained the prideful smile he felt forming. That was his girl...badass in training. Adrian glanced at Chance and Chance opened the door a little wider. "I'll call you later." He raised his eyebrows in an equally authoritative way. Makayla may want Adrian around, but this was Chance's con, and Chance wanted him gone.
Being a former con man himself, Adrian understood, and moved to slide past him. Makayla took a step forward. "Hey, I have questions for you!"
Adrian glanced back at her. "I have questions too, Makayla, but sometimes we don't get the things we want from life...you have to learn to accept that." With those morbid words, Adrian slipped out the door. Chance wanted to sigh at the man. Honestly, Chance was keeping Neil as far from the con as possible...Adrian didn't need to worry about him so much. Chance understood though. If another con man was messing around while Makayla was there...he'd worry too.
Chance locked the door once Adrian left the room. Makayla put her hands on her hips. "I wasn't done with him."
Chance grinned, the dull ache still permeating his body lightening at seeing her peeved expression. "It's me you want to talk to, Makayla, not Adrian."
She frowned, her hands lowering. Stepping his way, her eyes took in the sight of him; they glistened with fresh tears. Chance was instantly glad that she hadn't seen him right after the attack; she'd have drug him to a hospital for sure.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
Chance nodded. Bruised and sore, but nothing serious was broken, so ultimately, yes, he was okay. He tilted his head at the ingenious girl before him. "You trailed Adrian, didn't you?"
A corner of Makayla's lip lifted as she stepped closer to him. She modestly shrugged and Chance chuckled. "I taught you too well."
Stepping before him, Makayla cupped his cheek. "Why were you hiding from me? Why wouldn't you answer your calls, or leave me some sort of message." Her voice trembled as Chance swallowed back the guilt at having given her such a scare. It had been necessary though. "I was so scared for you."
Chance shook his head, hating himself. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you..." Yes, actually he had meant to. "I just didn't want you to see me this way. I didn't want you to panic...and take me to the hospital or the cops..." That was true. He didn't need either of those departments examining his life too closely.
Makayla sighed and placed a light kiss on his jaw. "Why not, Chance? You were victimized...that's exactly what they're there for." A tear fell down her beautiful cheek as she stuttered on her words. "They're there to help...you don't have to do this on your own."
Chance shook his head. "Not for guys like me, Makayla." An edge of bitterness entered his voice as he considered all of the times he'd had to endure pain and injustice on his own. But, that was the life he'd signed up for. No, no that was the life he'd been given. Sighing, Chance relaxed his rigid features. "The hospital would ask what had been done to me. The cops would demand to know who had done it." He shook his head morosely. "I wouldn't have been able to come up with a convincing lie under scrutiny like that...and I can't..." He looked down, sighing again as he lied through his teeth. "I can't turn stool pigeon on my brother." He peeked up at her. "He'd kill me, Makayla...look at what he did to me just for stealing from him."
Makayla swallowed, more tears escaping her eyes as she looked over the damage that had been done. A knot twisted in Chance's belly. He hated duping her in this way. Lying about his intentions, his name, and his history was bad enough, but forcing this level of sympathy and worry upon her...that was worse. It couldn't be helped, it couldn't be stopped, but he hated it nonetheless.
Makayla leaned up to kiss him, then stopped herself before her lips pressed against his. "How do you know Adrian?"
Chance bit his lip, careful to not disturb the healing rip along the edge. How did he explain that connection? Considering something about his character, Colton Burke, he narrowed his eyes at Makayla. "How do you know Adrian?"
She shrugged and shook her head. "He used to date Neil. We all used to hang out..." She frowned, like she missed those times. Chance wanted to sigh. Cons left waves of destruction in their wake, ripples of pain. Even if he'd been sparing Neil further pain, Adrian had left his marks here. Another reason he was foolish to stay in the area.
"Oh," he whispered.
Makayla lifted an eyebrow, waiting for his explanation. Chance shrugged. "You're going to find this hard to believe." Well, he hoped she didn't find it too hard to believe. That was the easiest way to blow a con wide open---promoting a fact that was too hard to pass off as true. Makayla frowned and Chance sighed and spouted another out-of-his-ass lie. "Adrian used to work for my brother. He...retired...a while back. He knows how temperamental Garrett can get." Chance shook his head. "He always told me that if I didn't get away from him, Garrett was going to be the end of me." He shrugged. "You freaked him out when you told him I was missing. He thought for sure that Garrett had finally done me in."
Chance watched her absorbing the story, wondering if she was buying it. Chance resisted smiling at the beauty of his latest lie. The way it paralleled real life made it simple and easy to remember. It also made it sound even more plausible, because it was based in fact. Adrian had worked for Garrett. Adrian had retired. Adrian did worry about Garrett going over the edge. He didn't necessarily worry about Chance's safety, since they barely knew each other, but he did worry.
Makayla narrowed her eyes. "Adrian? Adrian worked for your whacked out brother? Doing what?"
Chance twisted his lips, wondering what role to give Adrian in Garrett's "empire." Makayla held her hand up before he could finish. "No, don't tell me...I don't want to know."
Chance shrugged. He was sure she'd change her mind once the shock wore off, but for now, he was content to let that detail slide.
Makayla sighed and carefully wrapped her arms around his body. Chance wanted to sigh as well; it felt so nice to have her finally comforting him. He'd had some long, painful nights, and he'd wished for this moment more than once during those dark times. Hugging her as closely as he could without hurting himself, Chance kissed her head. She buried hers in his chest. Chance smiled until he heard her mutter, "Why didn't you call me...make up some lie so I didn't worry?"
She seemed reluctant to ask that. Chance pushed her shoulders back and squarely looked at her. "Would you have really wanted me to lie to you?" She eyed him for a moment before shaking her head. He'd expected that, Makayla wanted honesty from him. Kissing her forehead, he whispered, "I just couldn't talk to you." She pulled back to frown at him and he sighed, his finger trailing down her cheek. "I knew the minute I heard your voice, I'd cave and tell you everything. I just...I can't lie to you anymore."
Chance felt the sting of his own betrayal, but Makayla gave him a soft, warm smile. His lie about lying had brought them even closer together. Chance knew he could broach the next portion of his con now. He knew he could take advantage of her sympathy and love. He knew he could twist this moment to work for him. But staring at her trusting, pale eyes, his throat closed up. He could...yet, he couldn't. Not right now. He couldn't spoil this moment with yet another lie. He needed something honest to pass between them.
"I missed you...I really missed you," he whispered, his heart and soul in the words.
Her eyes watered again. "I missed you, too. More than I ever thought I would." She bit her lip, like those words terrified her. Chance cupped her cheek, drawing her face to his.
She pulled him forward as their mouths moved together. She pulled him forward until her legs bumped into the motel bed. They kissed softly but passionately, both of them conscious of Chance's many aches. He felt much better though, and deepened the kiss when she still seemed tentative. Makayla groaned, her fingers running under his shirt. Chance quickly reached down and removed it. Her mouth broke apart from his, her eyes scouring his chest. Tears in them, she murmured, "God, Colton..."
Her fingers lined the bruises along his ribs, so yellow around the edges they were a little green. Reggie had done a good job coloring him up. His skin looked like he'd gone a few rounds in the ring with a heavyweight. Chance hissed in a breath when Makayla leaned down to press her lips to the edge of one. She peeked up through her eyelashes, to see if she'd hurt him, but it wasn't hurt Chance was feeling. For the first time in days, he felt whole.
He smiled and closed his eyes. Her lips returned to his skin, her tongue trailing around the ugly monstrosity. Stepping to his side, Makayla placed a tender kiss upon each of his hurts. Each spot tingled after she left it. Chance kept his eyes closed, enjoying not knowing where her lips would touch him next as she circled his body. When she got to his neck, he dropped his head down, groaning. Her lips were on his then, warm and welcoming, soft and tender. Chance wrapped his arms around her, grateful for this moment with her; he'd been dreaming of it for so long now.
Stepping back from his embrace, Makayla grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Chance swallowed, wondering if she was ready, if she could be with him now and not regret it. He had been pretty sure that she was before the beat down had happened. Now that she had sympathy running through her veins, Chance was almost positive that she was. But he needed to hear her say it, just to be sure. He couldn't ruin this by moving too fast.
His hand slid across her skin, so soft it was almost as if she'd been turned to velvet in his absence. Makayla closed her eyes, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Watching the lacey material fall to the ground, Chance swallowed again. Yeah, she was ready...physically at least. He was too, his body straining to be set free.
Bending down, Chance closed his mouth over a peak, growling with some satisfactory noise. Makayla matched him, her fingers coming up to hold his head right where he was...like he was ever going to break away. His hand caressing her other breast, Chance considered lying her back and taking her without another word. What use were words anyway, when the body was as riled up as both of theirs were? At times like these, people said all sorts of crazy, half-true things. Chance knew. He'd heard all sorts of undying pledges of devotion in the heat of the moment. Even still, he needed to hear it from Makayla, even if it was a half-truth.
His lips reluctantly breaking free from her sensuous body, he ran them up her neck to her ear. She squirmed against him, her fingers unfastening the button of his jeans. Sucking in a quick breath as her hand lightly brushed against his stomach, he exhaled with, "Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you're ready?"
His voice came out strained as she reached her hand inside his jeans. Her fingers ran down the length of him and his body tightened. God, that felt good. Makayla let out a soft, erotic moan. "Yes...I'm sure."
She pulled back to look at him, lust and a deep, undeniable affection in her eyes. "Are you ready?" she whispered, her fingernails lightly running up his aching manhood.
Chance gasped and shuddered, electricity surging through him at her intimate touch. He was pretty certain that he answered with a yes, but he couldn't really be sure. His mouth attacked hers, needing her now more than ever before. As she shoved his jeans down his hips, he quickly brought hers all the way to the floor. She sat down on the bed and leaned back on her hands as he removed her shoes and the remainder of her denims. Sitting on his heels, Chance took a second to just appreciate the beautiful, curvy woman in front of him. She was amazing, on so many levels. In another life, she'd be perfect for him.
He quickly removed the rest of his own clothes, her hungry eyes never leaving him. Coming back to her body, Chance placed light kisses up her legs. He hardened a little more with every moan and whimper that escaped her lips. She was nearly panting when he paused at her underwear. His fingers slipped under that last bit of fabric, wanting to tear it off her body. Practicing a great deal of restraint, he slowly slid it off her legs. She squirmed and arched her back, sliding her limbs together in a way that made Chance want to bury himself between them. He couldn't though, not yet.
Kissing back up her legs, he paused along her inner thigh. Peeking up at her face, her eyes closed, her breath fast in anticipation, Chance whispered, "Do you trust me, Makayla?" That was what he needed before he could proceed with this. He needed her to believe in him...and not just for the sake of the con. Chance, the man behind the con, needed to hear it.
His heart thudding in his chest, he watched her eyes slowly open and glance down at him. Swiveling her hips, she bit her lip and whimpered. Chance couldn't resist. He leaned up and dragged his tongue over the slickness between her thighs. She arched her back again, her beautiful chest on full display. Chance groaned at the taste of her, the electric sound she made. He thought to take another swipe with his tongue, but Makayla reached down and pulled him up to her.
Breath fast, eyes hooded, she pulled his mouth down to hers and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Within seconds she had him trapped against her body, had her body lined up in just the right position. Still a little dazed from the fast, aggressive movement, Chance realized that she'd taken control and was moving her hips to slide him into her body. She was so neglected, she was so ready. Chance ached with the need to thrust inside her, to feel that warm, tightness envelope him. But he wanted her words too, and he still hadn't gotten them.
Pulling back from her entrance, Chance broke away from her mouth. "Do you trust me, Makayla?"
Makayla frowned and moaned his name. Her husky voice went straight through his entire body, but it wasn't the word he needed to hear. Trust me, Makayla, he begged in his mind. He started to shake as he lowered his body to rest against hers. He needed her...he needed her to believe in him. Someone...needed to believe in him. Poised, hard, ready, aching, he waited. God...he just needed to hear her say it, just once, even if she didn't really mean it. Even if it was just the heat of the moment. "Do you trust me?"
He dipped inside her and nearly released. Yes... Just that small taste---warm, soft---had nearly undone him. Filling her... God, he almost couldn't comprehend what that was going to be like. But he wanted, no, he needed her words first.
She writhed beneath him, frustrated and lustful. "Chance...please..."
He pressed his hips forward, inserting himself inside her once more. Oh God... "Say it," he begged in her ear. Please Makayla...say it. I need you to say it. Someone needs to say it to me...
She pulled on his hips, moaning as she tried to force him to thrust into her. God, he wanted to...his body was trembling he wanted it so bad. She was perfect, it would be perfect. He should abandon this foolish desire to hear her sputter a lie. And that's all it would be. How could she really trust him...she didn't even know his real name. Cursing his decisions, cursing his life, cursing how badly his body throbbed, how badly he wanted to sink deep inside her, Chance whispered, "Say it, Makayla...say you trust me."
Not able to resist the allure of her, he again allowed a fraction of his size to penetrate her. It wasn't enough for him...it wasn't enough for her. She cried out as he swiveled his hips. "Chance...take me..."
Almost angry, at life, at fate, Chance pulled out. He just wanted simple, meaningless words...why couldn't she give him that? Then he'd satisfy her, then he'd satisfy them both. He'd ride that lie to a glorious release...and then he'd crash back down to earth. But, for just a second, he could feel like a normal, loved, trusted man, making love to his beautiful, adoring, trusting girlfriend. God, he wanted that rosy picture...more than anything.
He wanted to make love to her, God, how he wanted to make love to her. Running the hard length of himself along the outside of her, he pushed hard...pretending he was within her. Oh...yes... Please, trust me, Makayla...it's all I need. You're all I need. He buried his head in her neck as he pictured thrusting inside of her. God, it was perfect...so perfect. She gasped and clutched his shoulders. He felt her body stiffen under him as she met up with his hips, in perfect sync with him. They were perfect together.
"Yes, don't stop...God yes..."
Oh God, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to come so bad...all over her if he had to...if she really wouldn't say it. His breath heavier, he thrust against her harder, faster. The wetness of her coated him so perfectly that picturing himself inside her folds was simple. He groaned. He was so close...almost there. God...yes... But, no...he needed to finish this inside of her, wrapped in her warmth and trust. Knowing he was running out of time, they both were, he murmured, "Say it, say it now, Makayla...I can't hold back anymore."
She arched her back, nearly on the verge of releasing. Chance bit his lip to not come. Not yet. Then she shouted, "Yes, God, yes, I trust you...yes."
Relief and need coursed through Chance as he attached his mouth to hers. His body was pulsing so badly he wasn't sure if he'd even make it inside of her. He plunged deep. Her walls constricted immediately around him, squeezing him in a rhythm that matched the cries escaping her mouth. Oh God, she was coming already. Just his entering her was making her come...God.
He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder, his thrusts long and deep as the pressure rose. The feel of her body closing around him, welcoming him, urging him to a fruitful finish, was more than he could handle. With her cries still echoing in his ears, Chance felt his body stiffen, then begin to release. The power of it stole his breath for a second. Then he cried out. Makayla sympathetically held him as he murmured her name. He'd never felt anything like this...ever. His body shuddered as the ever-escalating waves of pleasure and passion took him over. When it finally resided, he laid against her, still and silent. Only their heavy breaths filled the air.
Three things flooded Chance's brain in that perfect moment of bliss as they held each other.
He was head over heels in love with her...
He couldn't con her anymore...
He was screwed. They both were...
The various aches and pains of his body returned once the heat of passion faded. Biting his lip, Chance hissed in a breath and rolled to Makayla's side. Tenderly holding his throbbing ribs, Chance contemplated this very large problem now hovering over him. Love. A con man's worst fear. He hadn't anticipated that. But he couldn't deny it anymore, and he couldn't brush it under the rug anymore. Not now, not after having shared themselves so intimately. He shouldn't have taken this job. It was too soon after learning about his father's betrayal...he'd been too vulnerable. He'd let Makayla in, and now they'd both suffer for it. Chance sighed as Makayla twisted to face him.
Her eyes looked soulfully apologetic as they raked over his body. "I'm so sorry...did that hurt you?"
Chance smiled, kissing her nose. "Did I sound hurt?"
She grinned, reaching down to pull the sheet up and over them. Chance pulled her close to him, breathing as evenly as he could through the pain in his side. He'd have to take another pill soon...but not now. Running his fingers back through her hair, Chance marveled at this woman that had turned his world upside down. She was only supposed to be a mark, one out of several dozen. He wasn't supposed to have real feelings for her. She wasn't supposed to make him want to be a better man. But...somehow she'd slipped inside his heart, and for the first time in a long time, Chance didn't know what to do.
Makayla gave him a soft kiss as she held him. "Are you sure you're okay? You look...troubled."
Chance sighed, not sure what to tell her. "Yeah, I just...I guess..." he shrugged, "I'm a little amazed that you trust me...after everything."
Makayla grinned, running her hands back through his hair. "You've shown me time and again that you want to be a good man, Colton." She cupped his cheek. "I trust that."
Chance's eyes watered. God, he was a bastard. He didn't deserve her. "Makayla...I..." he swallowed and stopped what he'd been going to say. Anything he said right now would ruin this, and Chance had never had this before...he didn't want to ruin it. "I've never had someone believe in me like you do." He shook his head. "You don't know how much it means to me."
Makayla bit her lip, her own eyes watering. "Everyone needs someone to lean on...and I want to be that person for you." She looked down, then back up at him. "I love you."
Chance felt like his heart might explode right then and there. His grin so big his cut lip ached, he murmured, "I love you too." And for the first time in his entire existence, he actually meant that phrase.
Makayla grinned as widely as him, then leaned over to kiss him. Shifting to his back, Chance enjoyed the feel of her long hair caressing his bare skin. Nothing was quite like that feeling. Her hands tender on his sore muscles, she languidly moved her mouth against his. Chance could have lingered in this kiss for eternity, reveled in her body for the rest of his life. But Makayla had concerns too, and they perked up now that their heated moment was over.
Breaking off their connection, she peered down at him with furrowed brows. "What do we do about your brother? Will he leave you alone now?"
Her eyes flashed over his chest and Chance saw the anger there. Makayla wouldn't let Garrett get away with this. Chance was pretty sure that she'd make an anonymous tip-off to the police. That...would not be good.
Chance cupped her cheek and shook his head. "Hey, whatever you're thinking...don't. I don't want you getting all vigilante-girl with Garrett." Chance grinned at her. "He won't smile and ask you for a date." Frowning, he shook his head. "Please leave this one alone, Makayla...please."
She sighed, searching his eyes. "He's a menace, Chance. I can't just let a menace walk the streets. I just...can't let evil like that go unpunished."
Chance swallowed. Would she think he was evil, once all was said and done?
Leaning over, he pressed her to her back. "Please...I love you. I don't want to lose you."
Her eyes flashed over his face, at the various wounds he was still recovering from. "I don't want to lose you either," she murmured.
She was exactly where he needed her to be for the con. She was practically putty in his hands right now. Chance knew that he could broach the subject of his life being in danger. He already had his lie mapped out. He would tell her that Garrett didn't kick the shit out of him for retribution for stealing. His plan had been to tell her that Garrett had attempted to kill him because he believed that Chance had stolen more than just a gaudy watch. His master plan had been to convince Makayla that someone had taken Chance's small theft as an opportunity to make a much larger theft. Drugs. He was going to say that Garrett assumed Chance had stolen thousands of dollars in drugs....over a quarter of a million dollars worth.
Chance knew without a doubt that he could convince Makayla that robbing the bank to pay off Garrett was the only solution. He would have to sell her on a fancy plan to set Garrett up to take the fall---her sense of justice wouldn't allow any other option---but he knew that he could do it. Hell, that only made the con easier. If she believed that getting Garrett convicted of a felony robbery was the only way to get Chance out from under his thumb, then she'd do it...gladly.
Yes, the con was perfectly played out for him...he only had to say the words. Problem was, staring into her loving, trusting pale eyes, his earlier revelation socked him in the stomach. He couldn't con her anymore. He couldn't get the words out. He just...couldn't.
Instead of setting up the perfectly played out lie, Chance smiled and stroked her cheek. "He won't touch me again. I know my brother...I need to give him a few days to cool off...which is why I came here...but then he'll be over it, and he'll move on like nothing happened. I'm fine...I'm safe. And I won't ever take anything from him again, so there's nothing to worry about."
Makayla frowned. "Except the fact that a psycho is free to walk the streets of Plymouth."
Chance shook his head. "He was only in town for a short job. He'll head back to New York soon...then he'll be out of our lives forever."
He leaned down to kiss her, to distract her from her tumbling thoughts...from his own tumbling thoughts. She eventually relaxed into his touch, opening her mouth and her body. Chance moved over the top of her, feeling his passion start to dull the pain again. Sex was much better than popping a pill... especially sex with Makayla. There was truly nothing on this earth like it. As his mouth moved down her neck, she squirmed and murmured, "Okay, I guess..."
His lips traveled down her chest and she gasped in a breath as he took a rigid nipple in his mouth. "Don't worry...karma has a way of providing its own form of justice. My brother won't be able to hide from her..." Chance also knew that karma was coming for him. He wouldn't be able to outrun her either. He didn't mention it, though.
"Yeah, okay..."
Smiling, Chance worked his way over the curves of her stomach. Disappearing under the sheet, he heard her groan, felt her fingers come down to thread through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. He planned to. Wishing things were different, wishing things were simpler, Chance sighed as he felt Makayla open herself to him. She was so trusting of him now, so warm and encouraging. Chance would give anything to actually be Colton Burke. To be the man worthy of her desire...her love.
Chance pushed the feeling aside as he drew a lazy circle with his tongue around the tattoo on her hip....her matching tattoo. He started to wonder if she'd regret that hasty decision later, but he stopped himself and instead focused on pleasing her body. Brushing his lips and tongue across her skin, he teased his way over to her core. This was all he could give her right now, and he'd do his best. As she cried out, arching against him as his tongue swirled around her, Chance felt that at least he could give her this one moment of honesty. It was more than he'd given anybody else...even himself.
Chapter 15
Buying Time
After a much longer, drawn-out second session, Chance was tired. He ached, but he felt wonderful too. With Makayla's bare body gingerly draped across his, he felt like everything was right in the world, even if everything was really, really wrong. We didn't want to dwell on the fact that he'd backed out of the con, but he couldn't escape it either. He didn't know what to do with Garrett and Reggie now. They couldn't be left to their own devices, not when Makayla's bank was still in their vision. They had to be stopped, or distracted.
Closing his eyes, Chance tried to forget the lie for a moment, and concentrate on the truth. He loved Makayla, and she loved him. Right now they were in sync. Right now they were perfect. But Chance knew that wouldn't always be the case.
"Do we have to stay here, Chance?"
He cracked open his eyes at hearing Makayla's voice. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at him. "I'd like to go home." She smiled crookedly. "I'd like to take you home."
Chance grinned. He'd like that too. He nodded, stretching out his muscles in preparation for sitting. He was still a little stiff, as his body slowly mended. Hissing in a breath, he sat up. Makayla sat up beside him, the sheet falling to her waist. "No offense, but I think I hate your brother."
Leaning over to kiss her, Chance murmured, "None taken...I hate him too."
He cupped her breast while their mouths moved together and Makayla giggled. Breaking apart, she stared at him with eyes that were clearly reluctant. "Come on...we can continue this in my bed." Her eyes flashed around the dingy room.
Chance chuckled, then stood to get dressed. After quickly packing up anything of his in the room, they shut the motel door behind them and made their way to the parking lot. They stopped at Chance's car and he tossed his emergency bag in the trunk. Makayla raised an eyebrow.
"Why do you keep an overnight bag in your car?"
Chance contained a frown. He'd never expected her to see that. Twisting back to her, he shrugged. "Doesn't everybody?"
She smirked. "No."
With a hand on her hip, she waited for an answer. Chance crooked a grin and looped an arm around her waist. "Boy scout, remember. Always be prepared."
Her smile widened. "Yeah, nice try, but I already busted you on that fib."
Chance chuckled and held her tight. It felt so nice. His natural instinct was to lie, but he wanted to be honest with her. Given his current situation, though, that meant that he had to be vague. Sighing, he shook his head. "I've had to make some quick getaways in my past...I guess the habit of being ready for them is still with me."
He looked down, hoping she'd let the vagueness slide. Luckily, she did. Kissing his jaw, she pulled on his arm. "Come on, boy scout, you can walk me to my car."
A few minutes later, the pair were headed back to Makayla's place. A light April shower started up, and Chance's windshield wipers squeaked as they swished back and forth. Watching Makayla's headlights in his rearview mirror, Chance decided to test her tailing skills. He made some odd moves, fast right turns, misleading lefts, but her headlights always popped back into view. Her moves were casual and she kept her distance. She really was getting good at following people. Chance smiled and shook his head. Maybe he could turn Makayla around to his way of life. It'd been a while since he'd worked with a partner, and working with her would be much more enjoyable than working with his dad had been.
Pulling into her drive, Chance immediately let that fairy tale go. Makayla would only bend against the rules so far. A life of crime was not in her future.
She was beaming in front of her sunny home as Chance stepped from his car. "How'd I do?"
Chance shrugged, keeping the pride from his face. "Well, it's kind of cheating when you know where the mark is headed."
Makayla scowled and patted his chest. "Yeah, but I still kept up with you." She lifted her chin.
Chance looked over her features for a moment, the slightly tousled honey-hair, the plump lips, the loyalty in her eyes. God, she was breathtaking. Maybe it was because he knew they were running out of time, maybe it was because he'd finally opened himself up to her, or maybe it was just the light rain dampening the exposed area of her white shirt, but he wanted her again. He didn't think he'd get enough of her.
Grabbing the back of her neck, Chance pulled her mouth to his. She groaned at the intensity of his kiss. Every ache in his body shifted to a much lower one as their passion seemed to sizzle in the air around them. Maybe Chance was imagining it, but he swore he could even hear the light rain hiss as it evaporated in their presence.
The rain took a turn for the worse as their desire escalated, almost like it was escalating with them. Chance ignored the chill in it...he barely felt it...but their hair and skin were soaked through after just a few moments standing in it.
Makayla pulled them towards the safety and shelter of her doorstep. The rain pounded around them as they leaned against the dry frame. Chance pushed her back into the door, grabbing her leg and hoisting it up his hip, so he could fully press against her. She gasped, her head falling back. With her hair dark and dripping from the rain, her lips wet with moisture, and the lacey outline of her bra showing through her shirt, she was a vision of eroticism. Chance couldn't believe how lucky he was, that he would get to claim her again this evening.
She fumbled with her keys, barely managing to unlock the door as Chance sucked the rain off her skin. Falling into her entryway, their hands immediately began removing articles of clothing that weren't needed anymore. Chance barely had time to slam the front door shut before Makayla ripped his jacket off. Hers was gone a second later. Shoes and shirts were left along the hallway, jeans torn off just inside her bedroom door. Their underwear were the last survivors, but they too were ripped off and discarded, so that nothing was left between their bare bodies.
As Chance joined with her again, he marveled at how perfectly matched they were. As her body writhed beneath him, moving with him as fiercely and passionately as he was moving within her, Chance felt an overwhelming sense of completion. This. This is what had been missing in his life.
As his body let loose inside of her, Chance cried out with the joy of it...and the loss. He knew he couldn't keep her forever. Her explosion of ecstasy hit his ears and Chance closed his eyes, memorizing the sound. Hers held only joy, with no underlying sorrow. Of course, she didn't know yet. His secret wasn't out yet. But with Garrett and Reggie loose in the city, it was only a matter of time.
Once Makayla was passed out beside him, finally sleeping after their rigorous night, Chance sat up. Running a hand down his face, he debated what to do. There was really only one thing to do. Standing, he slipped on his underwear and made his way back to his jacket. Digging through his pockets, he found his phone and quickly typed a message to Garrett. 'Need to meet. 10:00 AM. My place.'
Garrett's response was immediate. 'Fine.'
Hoping he knew what he was doing, Chance slinked back to Makayla's bed and tried to stop his mind from spinning so he could finally get some much needed rest.
He stirred when Makayla kissed him in the morning. Brushing her lips against his, she murmured, "Will I see you for lunch?"
Chance opened his eyes, his lingering pain nothing as her angel face gazed down on him. Here is where he should have said yes. Here is where he should have continued his much needed surveillance of the bank, but fingering her golden strands, he shook his head. "I don't want your coworkers to see me like this..."
Her brow furrowed as she examined his face. Chance smiled at the way her lips pursed; it was adorable. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Knowing he looked worse than he felt, Chance nodded. "Yeah," he reached out to cup her face, pulling her lips down to his, "I'm great." They shared a light, languid kiss, until she broke away.
Sighing, her hand ran down his bare chest. "I have to go..." She seemed really reluctant to leave him; Chance's heart swelled. Brightening, she tilted her head and smiled. "Will you be here when I get off work?" By the way she raised her brows, Chance thought that she meant will he literally be naked in her bed when she got home.
He smiled, then frowned. "I've missed a few days of work...I should really go in." He didn't want to, and he really didn't need to, since he wasn't doing the bank job anymore, but Makayla would wonder if he just up and abandoned his employment. He did have bills to pay. Well, Colton had bills to pay. Chance just didn't want her doubting anything about him. He wanted to keep this level of trust that they had going for as long as he possibly could.
Sighing, Makayla nodded and kissed him. Pulling back, a devilish grin lit her mouth. "Well then, I guess I'll be waiting for you." By the gleam in her eye, Chance was pretty sure that he'd come home to find her naked in bed. God, he could not wait for this day to be over with. Especially considering what he had to do today
Chuckling, Chance kissed her goodbye. Once she was gone, the house felt a little emptier. Unfortunately, it didn't stay empty for long. Chance stepped from the shower to find Makayla's room occupied...by Adrian. He startled at seeing the man, then frowned that the ex-thief had broken into Makayla's place. Cinching his towel around his waist, he narrowed his eyes at Adrian. "What are you doing here?"
Adrian's green eyes flashed over Chance's blue and yellow chest. "Garrett and Reggie did a number on you, didn't they?"
Chance frowned and dug through his bag for some clean clothes. "Yeah, well, it was all part of the plan." A defunct plan.
Adrian shook his head and looked away while Chance slid on his underwear and jeans. "It's reckless and brutal, just like those two." When Chance was drying his hair with the towel, Adrian looked back at him. "Have you thought about what will happen to Makayla, after all this goes down?"
Chance sighed as he grabbed a dark shirt from his bag. Yes, Makayla was all he'd been thinking about lately. "What do you want from me, Adrian?" He glanced up at him. "I'm just doing a job. You of all people should understand that."
Adrian stood up, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "I get it Chance, but you're dealing with people I care about...that makes it impossible for me to walk away."
Slipping on his shirt, Chance whispered, "I care about them too."
Adrian heard him and grabbed his elbow. "Then stop this. Convince Garrett the target isn't worth the effort. Get him to move on."
His eyes flashed between Chance's as Chance pulled his arm free. "You already tried that, Adrian. Garrett told me how many times you gave him the runaround, sent him off on side jobs. But he always came back, didn't he? He's obsessive, Adrian, and I think you made him that way. If you'd just done the job months ago, Garrett would be in another state by now. It's a point of pride with him now and he won't let it go. You created the whale, Captain Ahab...I'm just trying to make sure no one else gets harpooned along the way."
Adrian backed up, his eyes narrowing. "You can still walk away from this, Chance."
Chance flung his hands into the air. "No, I can't. I'm in love with Makayla and I can't let Garrett walk into the bank fully loaded, which is exactly what will happen if---"
Adrian glanced at the messy bed then up at Chance. "You're in love with her? For real?"
Chance sighed, running a hand down his face. He hadn't meant to admit that. "Yeah, so, you see...I can't walk away either."
Adrian sat down on the edge of the bed. "So...what do we do?"
Chance cupped his face with his hands. "I'm on my way to meet with him. I'm going to buy us some time, but not much..." Slowly exhaling, Chance dropped his hands from his face. "We need to get rid of Garrett...for good."
Adrian set his jaw, then stood. "Agreed."
Not sure how to do that yet, Chance extended his hand out to Adrian. Adrian grasped it, shaking it once. After the agreement was made, both men discussed their options. Murder was the obvious choice, if either Chance or Adrian were capable of it. They weren't though. They weren't thugs, they weren't vicious. They were thieves. Chance abhorred guns, always had. Adrian felt much the same way. That dwindled their choices when it came to getting Garrett out of the area. But, they were con men, and between the two of them, they should be able to come up with something.
When Chance left an hour later, he at least felt better that he was no longer in his turmoil alone. And really, Adrian was the best ally he could hope for, since the man was so similar to him in so many respects. Well, he'd stupidly fallen for his mark too...and that idiocy bound them together now.
But Chance had an advantage in this new twist to the plot. He'd done something similar before. He'd conned a con man before, a con man that was a hundred times smarter than Garrett. True, he'd set his father up on a whim, but if he could trick the man who'd taught him everything he knew, then Chance could trick a mobster wannabe like Garrett.
Driving up to his brick and mortar home, Chance was momentarily surprised that nothing had changed in his absence. All of the neighborhood lawns were cut in a cross diamond pattern, the hedges trimmed with a pristine edge flat enough to eat off of. Suburbia went on without him. Parking around the back, like he always did, he again saw no sign of Garrett and Reggie. He knew they'd be here, though. Garrett, being the smarter of the two, always made sure their vehicle was hidden. He'd never get busted like Reggie had, sitting by the car conspicuously smoking. Garrett was definitely the brains behind that operation.
Shutting his car off, Chance mentally prepared himself.
Garrett and Reggie were leaning against his counter and going through his mail when he stepped into the kitchen. Chance frowned at the sight. "You mind? Opening other people's mail is against the law."
Garrett peeked up at him, his deep brown eyes a little weasel-ish to Chance. Holding up a Publisher's Clearing House envelope, he smirked. "But you may be a millionaire," he glanced at the name on the envelope, "Ed Sampson." His grin widened. "I wouldn't want you to miss the opportunity because you were away..."
Garrett's beady eyes flashed over Chance's healing face and Reggie chuckled. Chance gritted his jaw and ripped the mail from Garrett's hand. It was all addressed to the previous owner of the house. The junk mailers were always the last to know when someone moved. "Yeah, well, thanks for the concern."
Garrett sniffed and lifted his chin. Running a hand through his bleached hair, he cocked a dark eyebrow. "So, you bang your broad? She buy your..." his hand swirled to indicate Chance's bruised body, "...story?"
Chance stopped himself from showing any emotion on his face. He wanted to smash Reggie's face in for diminishing his intimate moment with Makayla, but he couldn't, so he let the crude comment slide. Smirking, he shrugged and gave them the answer they were looking for. "Of course I did. She's good to go. She trusts me completely."
Garrett pushed himself away from the counter and started walking around Chance, clearly appraising him. "Not bad, con man." Garrett glanced back at Reggie, who'd crossed his massive arms over his chest and was scowling. Twisting his lip, Garrett told him, "And you thought he wouldn't be able to seal the deal."
Reggie snorted, the sound coming out with a little whistle through his slightly angled nose. Luckily Chance's break had been a clean one, and his face was healing normally. Glaring at Reggie on principle, Chance raised his chin. "You have your...gifts...I have mine."
Reggie chuckled and cracked his knuckles. "Oh, I've got gifts in that area too."
Chance rolled his eyes and Garrett thumped Reggie in the chest. "Now's not the time for cock measuring, boys." He twisted back to Chance. "We hit the bank tomorrow, then?"
Chance's entire body tensed. This was it, now or never. "Actually, I've come into some new information..."
Garrett narrowed his eyes at Chance, already distrusting him. "What information?"
Chance wanted to swallow, wanted to wipe his palms on his jeans. He couldn't though, not around these two. Instead, he gave them a sly smile. "Makayla let it slip that the manager has an important client coming into town. When that person gets here, the manager is going to be personally protecting their valuables in the bank's vault...I guess they don't trust the safety at the hotel where they'll be staying."
Interested, Garrett raised an eyebrow. "What valuables?"
Recognizing the look of someone being reeled in, Chance lifted an eyebrow. "The wife has a taste for diamonds. Rumor has it, her collection is in the six digit range."
Garrett's eyes widened. "And Makayla will lead us to it?"
Chance nodded. "Yes, she'll give me the keys and the code to unlock the safe. All we have to do is disarm the security, watch the doors, and frame the manager. Cake walk."
Garrett rubbed his jaw, throwing glances at Reggie. Chance held his breath. This was an extremely dangerous gamble for him, and one that really only bought him time. This was also exactly how guys like him got themselves killed---a double con. He had to convince Makayla that he was a reformed crook, lying low from his psycho brother, and he had to convince Garrett that he had Makayla wrapped around his finger and they needed to wait a few more weeks for the bigger score. If he could run both of those deceptions, then he could have time to think of a way out...and he could have a few weeks of peace with his girl.
Finally, Garrett twisted a thin lip. "How long?"
Chance wanted to cringe, but didn't. How long was the tricky part. He could hold Garrett off for a while, but if he made it too long, Garrett would get impatient and hit the bank in the morning. Chance had to pick a date that was far enough away to give him time, and yet, close enough so that Garrett's temperament wouldn't be stretched too far.
"Three weeks from now."
Garrett narrowed his eyes and Reggie shifted his bulk. Chance knew he was pushing it, but he wanted as much peaceful time with Makayla as he could get. It was all he was going to have with her. His voice gruff, Garrett poked Chance in the chest. "You sure your intel's good?"
Chance nodded. "I'm positive. We only have to wait a few weeks, and we can triple our take."
Garrett sighed and scuffed up his hair. "Damn it, I'm so tired of this job." Chance kept perfectly still, letting his new con sink in. Not able to resist the allure of so much loot, Garrett finally rolled his eyes. "Fine...three weeks...but then we hit it, score or no score, girl or no girl."
Chance nodded, keeping his face smooth; his heart was thudding a million miles an hour. He had three weeks with Makayla. The countdown on their relationship had officially started ticking.
Garrett twisted to leave, Reggie twisting with him. The big man slugged Chance's shoulder as he brushed past him. "Enjoy hitting that pretty little thing while you can."
Again, Chance wanted to punch the man, maybe break his jaw this time. But he smiled, one edge of his lip curling. "Don't worry, I plan on thoroughly enjoying my...pretty little thing." The words came out in a sneer as he narrowed his eyes at the thug in front of him.
Garrett smirked by the door. He paused with one hand on the knob. "If this is some lame attempt to delay us, like that cop-out Adrian did..." he lifted a dark brow, "...well, we won't be so lenient with you as we were with him."
Chance narrowed his eyes, looking peeved when inwardly his stomach started to twist. "Again, I'm not Adrian. I'm working an angle that will get us the biggest score." Jacking up his voice, he added, "I don't appreciate you constantly second-guessing my motives." He pointed to his fading bruises. "Am I not committed to this?"
Garrett twisted his lips, then nodded. "Yeah, you are committed...I'll give you that."
Chance crossed his arms over his chest. "Then stop acting like I'm double-crossing you." Garrett sniffed and Chance took a risk, adding, "Maybe, after this job, we go our separate ways. Your methods and mine...are just too different."
Garrett tilted his head at him. Chance kept his features schooled, his breath even. Smirking, Garrett finally nodded. "Don't you worry about it, Chance. You get us a big enough score in a few weeks, and Reggie and I will be ghosts...you'll never see us again." Chance nodded. That worked for him too.
After the two men left, Chance exhaled in relief and leaned back on the counter. He pulled out his phone and texted Adrian. 'I bought us three weeks.'
Adrian didn't respond, nor did Chance expect him to. They would meet when they could, and perpetuate Garrett's downfall, hopefully without blowing Chance's cover with Makayla. If he could somehow keep her in the dark, maybe he could keep her longer than he believed he could.
Chance went about the rest of his day as normal. He dressed for work, packed himself some dinner. To the untrained eyes of his Street of Dreams neighbors, he was a regular, hard-working guy going off to make his living at a job that paid way too inadequately. Chance knew that the struggle Colton went through financially made him even more likeable. It was one of the several reasons that he'd conned his way into the security guard job.
Chance waved at Thomas as he walked in. The older man, comfortably laid back in his chair with his hands behind his head, nodded at Chance as he made his way to the chair beside him. Thomas turned to stare at him but Chance ignored him, keeping his eyes focused on Joseph instead. The peppy youth was strutting back and forth in front of the doors, even occasionally holding it open for workers that were entering or exiting, like the guards were suddenly doormen now.
"You...alright, Colton?"
Chance stiffened, just fractionally, and twisted his head. Slapping on a casual smile, he nodded to Thomas. "Yeah, I feel much better. Sorry to leave you guys high and dry for a couple days." Chance only worked part-time, but he'd had to miss a couple of shifts during his disappearance. One, he'd been too bruised to cover it, and two, he'd needed time to recover. Reggie and Garrett had really messed him up, and the day or two after the attack had almost felt like the attack was happening again, his body had ached so badly. But Chance had phoned in a fake illness, so his employment wouldn't be ended.
Thomas was examining him with a critical eye, like he didn't believe the stomach flu story. Chance kept on his smile, hoping he'd done a good enough job covering his lingering wounds. Chance had had to become somewhat of a makeup artist over his years of running cons across the country. He could probably get a job on a movie set, making gorgeous guys and gals look like they'd suffered a vicious zombie attack. But, at the moment, all he really wanted was for the insightful man next to him to see nothing but even skin tone.
Luckily, he did.
Shrugging, he twisted back to watching Joseph. "Alright. Glad to hear it."
Chance let a soft exhale escape him. He didn't need Thomas to notice his injuries. He didn't need even more people concerned about him. No, his employment was merely a means to watch the bank, to watch Makayla. He wanted them to see nothing but normalcy.
After a few hours, when it was just Chance and the ever-vigilant Joseph on shift, Makayla left the bank. Sending Joseph away on a pointless errand, Chance leaned against the glass window and watched her with a smile on his lips. He'd get at least the next three weeks with her. It almost seemed a dream to him, the thought of so much time in her arms. Locking up the bank for the manager, Makayla cast a glance up and down the street. Still ever watchful, as she should be. A satisfied smile was plastered on her face, though. Chance hoped the smile was for him, hoped that she was looking forward to the next three weeks too, although, she didn't realize that there was a time limit on their relationship.
She turned so that her face was clear to him. Chance sighed at the beauty he saw there. Tucking a long strand behind her ear, Makayla bit her lip and grinned so devilishly that Chance felt his body respond. What was that girl up to? It was a warmer evening than it had been and she wore her jacket open. Chance's eyes lingered over the tight blouse she was wearing while her fingers dug in her purse to find her keys. Once she had them, Chance watched as she positioned a couple of the keys between her fingers, like super-long brass knuckles. Chance smiled. He may joke about being a boy scout, but Makayla really was prepared for just about anything.
As he watched her walk away, he sighed again. It would be hours before he could crawl into bed with her. Maybe he could feign that his illness was coming back, just so he could go to her home early. He couldn't help it; he just wanted to be with her.
Walking over to the door, Chance put his hand on the rail to open it. He was suddenly struck with the overwhelming desire to push open the door and yell her name. More than anything, he wanted her to come back and visit with him at work. He could make it through the last few hours of his shift if he had a proper goodbye with her. The door cracked an inch and he paused. How would he explain that he worked across the street from her though? That would certainly be an odd thing to not ever have mentioned before. She would wonder why. And Chance didn't want to lie to her anymore. He didn't want to, but he knew on some things he would have to. And, for the moment, he just didn't think he could.
He let the door slip back closed just as a voice asked, "Everything good out there?"
Chance looked over at Joseph behind him. "Yeah...everything's good."
For now.
Chapter 16
Guy Problems
Makayla left the gym damp with sweat but high on life. She'd been wearing a grin all day that was bordering on delirium. She was sure that someone on the street was going to come up to her and ask her if she was alright. She had a feeling that if she got pulled over anytime soon, the police officer on duty would make her take a field sobriety test. For the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy.
Neil noticed the change in her mood right away. He'd shot off question after question once he'd spotted her transcendent smile. Makayla told him the truth. Well, she left out the little bit she knew about Adrian, since she still couldn't wrap her head around his involvement, but she told him everything she knew about Chance. Neil couldn't quite grasp it all.
Walking down the gym steps behind her, he asked for the hundredth time, "So, he stole a watch from him, and then when he tried to return it, his brother beat him up?"
Makayla sighed, her euphoric smile slipping a bit. "Yes, Neil. His brother and his brother's...muscle...beat him up."
Neil came up to walk beside her once they got to the sidewalk. Makayla took a deep inhale of his berry-enhanced cologne. Adorably scrunching his face, he shook his head. "His brother, really?"
Makayla stopped and twisted her lip at Neil. "How many times do I have to tell you, yes? Why do you have such a hard time believing that his brother worked him over?"
Tilting his shaggy-haired head, he frowned. "It's just...so...convenient."
Makayla gave him a blank stare. "Convenient?"
She started walking again and Neil fell into step beside her. "Yeah. I mean, you catch him with a wad of cash and bloody clothes and he pops up with this story about his brother being some drug dealer guy that he stole from?"
Makayla frowned. "He never actually said drugs..."
Neil snorted, as if that proved a point. "Right, he was vague about those details, wasn't he?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, Makayla tried to not get defensive. Neil wouldn't say things just to hurt her, he'd only say it if he was concerned. "I saw him, Neil...he was definitely injured." She looked back at him. "Who else would have done that to him?"
Neil sighed and shrugged. "I don't know...but it does seem convenient."
Makayla looped her arm through his. "I know you're just being the protective big-brother figure, but I saw the watch, I saw him get the cash from the pawn shop, and I saw the bruises." Peering into Neil's face, she shook her head. "He was telling me the truth...I know he was."
Neil watched her for a moment, then turned back to the approaching parking lot. "All right, I'll believe it then." When they stepped up to their respective cars, Neil sighed and tugged on her arm to stop her from walking over to her vehicle. "That brings up a new concern though."
"What?"
"Well, if his family is that dangerous...maybe you shouldn't be hanging around him..." Neil bit his lip, his eyes apologetic.
Makayla sighed and considered telling Neil about Adrian, since he'd dated someone who knew dangerous people too. She didn't though. Adrian and Neil were over and the last thing she wanted was to open those healed wounds or create new ones by ripping apart the image Neil had of his ex. Regardless of the abrupt end, the good times were good, and she preferred Neil's memories to stay that way.
"It's not like there will be family reunions that we'll be going to." She shrugged. "I doubt I'll ever even meet the guy." An idea sinking into her head, she raised a corner of her lip. "Or who knows, maybe I'll be the one to put him behind bars, so Chance can be free of him once and for all."
Sighing, Neil wrapped his arm around her shoulder, drawing her in for a hug. "Remember the good 'ole days, when you were sensible and responsible?" Pulling apart, he let out a dramatic exhale. "I miss those days."
Makayla pursed her lips and lightly socked him in the stomach. "I was also miserably lonely, Neil."
Neil stepped back, his face offended. "Lonely?" He twisted his lips. "Wasn't I good enough company?"
Makayla giggled. "Yes, you're the best company...but I can't have sex with you."
Neil grinned as Makayla started walking over to her car. "That's called being horny, Makayla...totally different situation."
Makayla rolled her eyes at him, then ducked inside her car. Maybe she was a little bit, but it wasn't just the physical act of sex that she'd been missing. It was the intimate connection that came along with it. If you cared about the person behind the act, then the moment became bigger than just a fleeting few minutes of release. And Makayla had come to care about Chance...a lot. She loved him. Of that much she was sure.
As Neil's car pulled away, Makayla flashed back to the first time she'd shared herself with Chance.
Her breath had been fast. Once she had known that he was safe, giving herself over to him had been the only thing she could think about it. She'd aggressively pulled him to her mouth, clenched her legs around him. Makayla had nearly started the process, when Chance had regained control and broken away from her.
He paused, hovering over her. "Do you trust me, Makayla," he'd whispered, eyeing her intently.
The remembered words burned through Makayla's mind, but, at the time, it was her body that had been on fire. She'd squirmed underneath him, coherent thought nearly lost to desire. Did she trust him? That was the big question, wasn't it? Twisting her lips under him, she moaned, "Chance..."
He'd kissed her neck, pressing his shaking body into hers. The very tip of him slid along her wet skin and Makayla sucked in a breath. "Do you trust me?" he panted, the need evident in his voice, but was that need for her or for her words...Makayla still wasn't sure.
Carefully, he'd pressed right against her entrance. Makayla had felt the warmth of her body wrapping over him. Heat had burned through her core at the feel of just an inch of him in her. It had been so long...Makayla had nearly forgotten just how amazing sex could be. Once she was semi-engaged in it, her body had instantly remembered and instantly needed more.
She'd whimpered and writhed beneath him when he removed himself. Frustrated, she'd needed nothing more than for him to complete their connection, needed nothing but for him to thrust all of the way inside of her. "Chance...please..."
But Chance had needed more. He'd needed words that her euphoric mind hadn't been able to form. Either that, or her lingering doubt had stopped her from forming them. "Say it," he whispered in her ear, inserting himself again.
An erotic breath escaped him, washing over her skin. Makayla gasped, frustrated but even more turned on by the tease. She'd cried out then, grasping his hips hard, trying in vain to sink their bodies together. Shaking, Chance had removed himself again. "Say it, Makayla...say you trust me."
The edge to his voice had been almost frantic, like he'd needed her words more than air. But still, she hadn't been able to say them. He'd inserted himself again, swiveling his hips a little. Makayla had arched her back and tilted her head up, crying out in ecstasy and irritation. "Chance...take me..." She still couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear. She hadn't been sure of anything in that moment, anything except the fact that she needed him...desperately.
Chance had stubbornly pulled himself out, then adjusted his hips so that the hard length of him rubbed against the outer folds of her. He pressed hard, simulating the deep thrusting that Makayla wanted more than anything right now. Dropping his head to her neck, he groaned and rocked against her in an ever steadying rhythm. The motion was so erotic, so perfect, Makayla could feel the release building in her.
Reaching her hands up, she clutched his shoulders. "Yes, don't stop...God, yes..."
Chance's breath heavy, he rocked against her harder and faster. Makayla felt the crest of her climax and arched her back. Kissing her breathlessly, Chance again said, "Say it, say it now, Makayla...I can't hold back anymore."
Only one thing had filled her mind then---complete and total love and trust for the near-stranger above her. Makayla had instantly shouted out, "Yes, God, yes, I trust you...yes."
Chance attached his mouth to hers, then adjusted his hips again. Satisfied with her response, and with no more playful teasing, he'd plunged right into her. Already teetering on the edge, Makayla immediately came. Chance dropped his head and moaned. His body thrusting long and deep, Makayla had felt the explosion more intensely than she'd ever remembered feeling it before. A shudder had passed through her entire body, every muscle shaking with strain, then she'd given into it and euphoria had washed over her, complete and total relaxation coming right after. Makayla had never felt anything so glorious.
As peace wrapped around her, Chance had stiffened, then cried out. Makayla held him sympathetically, just having felt the intensity that he was now feeling. She heard him muttering her name between his cries and she'd kissed his head. His release washed into her, then he was still, silent. Their heavy breath in the air had been the only sound.
Makayla remembered the surge of love she'd felt directly after that moment. They'd both felt it. Chance had said that he loved her, too. And his eyes when he'd said it...so open, so honest. Makayla was positive that he'd meant every single word, every single breath. Even though she'd screamed it in the heat of the moment, Makayla meant what she'd said---she trusted him.
That dopey, satisfied grin still on her face, Makayla headed home and debated what things she could do tonight that would make Chance shout out in the heat of the moment. As it had several times today, her grin turned devilish as her thoughts turned steamy.
The remainder of April passed by in the blink of an eye for Makayla. She'd never been one of those types that believed time could do that---most of her life had been at a constant, steady pace---but the last two weeks had sure breezed by.
As Makayla stretched out her muscles, stirring from a peaceful slumber, she looked over at Chance lying beside her. She was certain that he was the reason for time slipping through her fingers. He made her feel like time was irrelevant, like a lot of things were irrelevant, actually. Twisting to her side, Makayla studied his features while he slept.
His light brown hair was a little longer than when they'd first met, a few strands almost reaching down to his eyes. Makayla wondered if he'd let her trim it for him? She'd done Neil's once or twice, until one unfortunate incident where she'd misjudged how much hair contracted when it dried. Neil hadn't been pleased with the shorter-than-he-was-used-to style and had never let her near a pair of scissors again. But she would be more careful with Chance.
Smiling, she brushed a long strand off his forehead. Chance stirred, but didn't wake up. His warm eyes were hidden from her, but she could imagine the playful depths that she saw when he gazed at her. So much love and adoration beamed at her from those beautiful eyes that it sometimes surprised her. They hadn't been together all that long, but Chance looked at her like she was something miraculous. She sometimes felt a little unworthy of his gazes.
He was changing his entire life for her, giving up his world of thievery, separating from his debauchery-filled family...all for her. Makayla had no idea why she inspired such a change, but she thanked every higher power there was that she did. Helping Chance turn his life around was one of the most amazing things she'd ever done. It made her want to reach her dream of becoming an officer all the more. Just the thought of how many more people she could help...
Chance shifted from his side to his back. His wrist was exposed to her now and Makayla smiled at the clover etched there. She loved looking at it. Lifting the sheet, she stared down at her bare hip. She loved looking at hers too. She still could barely believe that she'd gotten a tattoo so impulsively...it was so unlike her. But Chance brought out the more adventurous side of her, the side that would trail a pick pocket, the side that would defend her man's rights in a seedy pawn shop. Makayla would even stand up to his brother for him...if he'd ever let her. She knew he wouldn't though. Chance wouldn't even talk about his brother, let alone give Makayla any insight into where he could be found.
Makayla slowly traced the bright green ink upon her skin, then brought her attention back to Chance. His eyes were open when her gaze returned, a warm smile on his soft, inviting lips. His eyes traveled to the sheet lightly draped over their bodies, then back up to her face. Makayla bit her lip, loving the familiar heat that ignited his eyes when he looked at her curvy body. She twisted to face him and he smiled wider.
"What are you doing?" he murmured.
"Watching you."
His hand dipped under the sheet and clenched her hip, right over her tattoo. She was perfectly healed now, and Chance loved nothing more than to place a tender kiss right over her clover. It always instantly made her want him.
"No you weren't, you were playing with this." His thumb made a circle over the marking on her hip and Makayla shivered. Sitting up on an elbow, Chance stared down at her as she shifted to her back. "Having second thoughts?"
His eyes seemed to be asking more than his question and Makayla reached up to stroke his cheek. "No, not at all." Her thumb brushed over his skin, over the light stubble along his jaw. "No second thoughts at all."
He smiled beneath her fingers. His face and body were nearly just as healed as Makayla's tattoo. Unless you were really, really close to him, or really observant, you'd never know that he'd been beaten to a pulp a few weeks ago. Makayla was both of those things however, and she still saw the slight discoloration of his skin. Frowning, her other hand ran over one of the faded bruises along his ribs.
Chance looked down at her fingers, then back up to her face. "I'm fine, Makayla...don't worry about me, okay?"
Makayla frowned, as she always did when he told her not to worry about him. She couldn't help but worry. His brother might be leaving him alone for now, but he was still out there, still causing havoc on society and still a stone's throw from coming after Chance again...maybe finishing the job this time. Makayla couldn't help but worry about that. It was one of the reasons she insisted that Chance remained at her house.
Wrapping her legs around him, her body started to remember her other reasons for keeping him around. She pushed the desire back though, letting her worry bubble to the surface instead. Biting her lip, she shook her head. "I just hate that he's out there...free...after what he did to you. After what he does to others."
Chance sighed, removing her hand from his cheek. "Can't you just let this go?" He shrugged. "There's nothing you or I can do about Garrett."
Makayla frowned and wrapped her arms around him. "Couldn't we just anonymously tip off the cops? Have them raid his place? He'd never know it came from you."
Chance chuckled and kissed her nose. "I love that you think it's that easy." Shaking his head, he told her, "Like I said before, my brother's empire is widespread and constantly rotating. Even if the police did get a warrant to search his place, there's no guarantee that they'd find anything...and who do you think Garrett would come after, if he got raided?"
Chance raised an eyebrow pointedly and Makayla sighed. "Yeah...I guess you're right."
Chance moved over the top of her. Makayla struggled to keep a frown on her face. Leaning down to kiss her neck, he whispered, "It's about what you can prove, Makayla, remember? And right now, we don't have any proof that he's doing anything wrong."
Makayla tilted her neck, giving Chance more room to work his wonders. Tightening her legs around him, she muttered, "What exactly is he into anyway? Drugs?"
Chance paused for a moment above her neck, then returned his soft lips. "Mainly drugs, yes, although he doesn't mind armed robbery and carjacking either."
Makayla sighed, remembering that Chance used to jack cars before puberty...he'd probably done that for his brother at some point. Adrian too maybe? Hearing her sigh, Chance lifted his head to peek into her eyes. Running her fingers above his ear, Makayla shook her head. "Did he go so wrong...because of your mother and brother?" she whispered it, hating to bring up his painful past, but too curious not to.
Chance let out a short exhale and shifted back to her side. Makayla shivered with the absence of his warm body on top of hers, and cuddled into his skin. Threading his fingers into her hair, he told her, "Maybe...although, he was a borderline menace before..."
His voice trailed off and he stared over her shoulder. His eyes misted over and Makayla instantly felt bad for bringing it up. Mainly to change the subject, she said, "What does your dad think about it all? Is he still around?"
Chance's gaze over her shoulder hardened and he still wouldn't look at her. "Yeah, he's still...alive...at any rate."
Makayla leaned in to kiss his collar bone and Chance finally relaxed and looked down at her. Sighing, he laid his back on the bed. Makayla propped herself up on his chest. "You...want to talk about him?"
Chance played with a long piece of her hair while searching her face. After a long moment, he murmured, "There's not too much to say. He wasn't a good person...although, I don't think my mom ever realized that."
Makayla tilted her head, even more curious now. "What do you mean?"
Chance hesitated a moment, seemingly unsure how much to tell her. Makayla smiled encouragingly. He could tell her anything; she wouldn't hold his past against him. After another couple of seconds of silent contemplation, Chance shrugged. "My dad is the one that first taught me how to hotwire a car. My dad is the one that helped me pick my first pocket." He looked down, his brow furrowed in puzzlement, or maybe disappointment. "My dad was the one that taught me everything I know." He looked back up at her and quickly added, "Me and my older brother."
Makayla bit her lip, but remained quiet. Lightly rubbing her back, Chance said, "And he made us keep it quiet from my mom...it was our little secret."
Makayla looked down, a large part of the puzzle that was Colton Burke snapping into place for her. "Oh...how awful." Peeking back up at him, she whispered, "What happened to him?"
Chance's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. A deep anger filled his brown depths as he looked away from Makayla. "He's where he should be now...behind bars." Looking back at her, he lifted his chin. "And I put him there."
Makayla's mouth dropped open. Her hands on his chest stopped making small circles in his skin. "You...? How...?"
She leaned forward, her hair brushing Chance's shoulder. The very idea of Chance turning in his father gave her hope. If he was so opposed to his father's actions, then that would surely help him conquer his own demons. It only solidified his good intentions with her. He wanted to live on the side of right, and she would help him. And if he'd successfully put away his father, then surely he could do the same with his brother?
Chance swallowed and looked down. "I pulled a job with him a year ago...a residential art theft in a very upscale neighborhood. I tripped the alarm on purpose, then gave Dad the loot. Our emergency exit strategy was to split up, then reconvene at this certain motel. I tipped off the police. I gave them the make, model, and plate number of his car...told them which motel he'd be at. They caught him in the parking lot...busted him with the high-priced art that we'd stolen. It was a large enough take to put him behind bars for a very long time."
Chance paused a moment while Makayla listened, stunned. When he started back up, he looked her straight in the eye. "I don't know if he ever pieced together that I was the one that screwed him over, but he was a smart man, so I'm sure he did." He shook his head. "If we ever meet up again, I'm sure he'll have...some words for me."
Astonished, Makayla shook her head. "I'm glad you found a way to put him behind bars, but, if you were working together...why did you?"
Sighing, Chance looked up at the ceiling. "It's...complicated..." He looked back at her, silent, then said, "I didn't want to be like him anymore...I wanted away from him."
Makayla nodded, only sort of understanding Chance's twisted childhood. Quietly, she asked, "And your brother? Did he ever figure out what you did?"
Chance dropped his mouth and blinked at her, like he was confused by her question, like he'd completely forgotten all about his brother. Makayla frowned, thinking her question was obvious. If Chance was more like his mom and his brother was more like his dad, then it went without saying that his brother would not let his dad's capture go unpunished.
Shaking his head a little, Chance sputtered, "My brother, oh, yeah, well, I'm not sure if he knows or not." He raised an eyebrow. "He's not as smart as Dad." Melancholy flooding his features, he sighed. "But, either way, I'm sure it didn't help our relationship. Dad was sort of the peacekeeper between us."
Dropping her head to Chance's chest, Makayla contemplated Chance's problem. "Well, I wish there was a way that we could do that to your brother...set him up, I mean, so that he'd take the fall and be out of your hair. So that psycho could be safely tucked away. So that he wasn't loose among innocent people. " She nuzzled into his skin, wishing it with every fiber of her being. "So you could be free."
Chance stiffened in her embrace, then let out a long exhale. "Yeah...I wish that too sometimes."
Warmed by his presence, moved by his story, Makayla debated whether to fall back asleep in his strong arms, or get up and get ready for her day of work. If she rose, maybe she'd have time to make him something to eat before she left. And Makayla liked doing things for him. It was pretty obvious to her that he'd been on his own for a while, maybe his entire life even. He'd never been cared for, not properly, at least. He was so neglected.
Just as she was about to kiss his skin and sit up, Chance murmured, "Makayla...?"
Blinking, she lifted her head to gaze into his eyes. His brow was furrowed, he looked torn. Makayla tilted her head, wondering where his confliction came from. "What?"
He opened his mouth but no words came out. Staring at her with intense eyes, he almost seemed like he was suddenly incapable of speech. A knot formed in Makayla's stomach but she slapped on a smile. "Cat got your tongue?"
Shutting his mouth, his lips curled into a casual smile. Lightening fast, he tightened his hold on her and twisted them around, so he was on top of her. Grabbing her hands, he firmly pinned her to the mattress. "No, I was just curious what time you had to leave me..." his lips attached to her neck, "but I was momentarily stunned into silence by your beauty."
Makayla snorted. "Wow, I never realized you were so cheesy." Grinning as he frowned down at her she added, "No wonder you stole from me...your pickup lines stink."
Twisting his lips, Chance mumbled, "There's nothing wrong with my pickup lines..." He arched an eyebrow. "You're just hard to please."
Biting her lip, Makayla wriggled her hips beneath him. "No, pleasing me is not a problem for you." A throaty laugh escaped her and Chance grinned, leaning in for a kiss. Makayla twisted her head at the last moment and his lips brushed her cheek. He tried to find her mouth, but laughing, Makayla shook her head. "Hey, you know the rules, no kissing until I eat, or I brush."
Sighing, Chance shifted to her side. "You're impossible."
Makayla climbed out of bed and stood beside it. Chance's eyes locked onto her bare body and Makayla felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, flabby abs and all. Tilting her head, her tangled hair swishing around her shoulders, she husked out, "I was thinking about brushing in the shower...care to join me?"
Chance's eyes slid up her body to her face. His gaze was so intense, Makayla felt it as surely as she'd have felt his fingers. Stopping at her eyes, he smiled. "I'd love to."
Then he jumped up out of the bed and made a move to grab her. Makayla made a noise somewhere between a scream and a giggle, and fled into the safety of the adjoining bathroom. Somewhere between the surging water and the lavender scented shampoo, she conceded to a kiss...and so much more. Yeah, she could get used to waking up with Chance.
An hour later, when she was walking into work, Makayla still had a goofy grin on her face. She tried to school her features, but it was difficult. Chance made her feel so...alive. She almost couldn't imagine a life without him now, which was a little strange considering that she'd only known him about a month now. But they'd had that connection early on. If she were being honest with herself, it was the real reason she'd agreed to go on a date with him. She'd felt that spark, even when she hadn't known him, even when she'd imagined the worst about him. There had always been something special about Colton Burke.
Walking up to her station, Makayla noticed Neil. He was staring off into space, looking a little dazed. Leaning against the divider separating them, Makayla felt a bit of her giddiness fade. Her best friend looked a little thrown...that concerned her. "Hey...you alright?"
Neil didn't respond to her, just kept staring out the window, watching a girl dressed like a giant mattress dance, selling her wares through physical advertising. "Neil?" Still nothing. She snapped her fingers. "Earth to Neil...you in there?"
Neil inhaled and finally twisted to look at her. "What? Oh, hey, Mack."
He frowned and so did Makayla. Neil was usually boisterous and happy. There was really only one thing that put that sad smile on his face. One thing with dark hair and stunningly green eyes. Makayla hoped her instinct was wrong. "You okay?"
Neil forced a smile to his face. To anyone else it probably looked natural, but Makayla spotted the tightness in it, and knew he didn't feel the emotion behind it. "Sure..."
Makayla reached over the wall and put a hand on his arm. "No you're not...what is it?"
She wanted to hold her breath, will him to say anything but the one word she was sure he was going to say. His pale gray eyes searching hers, he finally said, "Adrian. He called me last night."
Yep, and there it was. Makayla sighed, her fears confirmed. Remembering the last time she'd seen Adrian, visiting Chance at Chance's hiding place, and remembering all that she knew about Neil's ex that he still didn't, Makayla wondered just what that boy was up to. "What...did he want?"
Her tone came out a little harsh, but she couldn't help that either. Adrian...was not on her most trustworthy list right now, and him trying to rekindle things with Neil was not good.
Neil looked down and shrugged. "I don't know...he mainly just seemed worried about me. He kept asking if I was alright? If I felt...safe?" Neil peeked back up at her, clearly confused. "Why would he ask me that, Mack? Why would he even...care? He dumped me...why would he...?" Neil sighed and looked out the windows. "I just don't know what to think."
Makayla bit her lip at seeing Neil's torment. She knew he still harbored strong feelings for Adrian. She also sort of knew what Adrian was asking about. He was worried about Garrett hurting Chance...but he also seemed to be worried about Garrett hurting Neil? Makayla didn't see how or why Garrett would care about Adrian's ex, unless, it was some sort of revenge thing? Maybe their partnership had ended on a sour note? God, she hoped not. Maybe she should ask Chance about it? Or go directly to Adrian? He did still owe her some explanations...
But none of those questions would help Neil now, so Makayla did the only thing she could think to do; she walked around to Neil and wrapped her arms around him. The slight man let out a weary exhale and held her back. For just a moment, Makayla thought that she should tell Neil what she'd found out. But she had so little to go on, and it would cause Neil so much damage. How do you explain to someone that the person their heart was invested in was a completely different person than they believed them to be? Makayla couldn't think of anything more gut-wrenching, and she really didn't want to hurt Neil with the information, not until she could back up her gossip with facts. That meant one thing...she'd have to go see Adrian.
Decided, she held Neil for a moment longer. Natalie walked over while they were hugging it out. Her perfectly penciled-in brows coming to a concerned point, she frowned. "Everything okay, guys?"
Makayla smiled and prepared herself to peppily tell the girl that everything was fine, but Neil looked over at her and shrugged. "Guy problems."
Makayla blinked and released Neil, a little surprised that he'd tell Natalie that, since her crush hadn't seemed to dwindle at all since they'd started hanging out together. As she watched Natalie give him a sympathetic hug, Makayla wondered if that was why he'd done it, to once again reaffirm that she shouldn't like him in that way. He was sort of killing two birds with one stone---releasing a bit of his anxiety and telling Natalie that they were sort of on the same team.
Makayla patted Neil's back and left him to Natalie's embrace. She thought of ways to get to Adrian all throughout her shift. When she was done for the day, she snuck out early---let Dan do his own damn closing duties for once. Chance probably wouldn't like her talking to Adrian, since he didn't seem to want her to be involved with anything that might get his brother's attention, but Chance was at work, so it's not like he'd ever know. Well, she might confess to him after the fact, she really didn't want to keep any secrets from him, since he was being so open and honest with her. Once she had her answers, she would tell Chance what she'd done and tell Neil what she knew, then she'd be square with everybody.
Vaguely remembering where he'd lived back when he was with Neil, Makayla drove to a duplex on the other side of town, and hoped that he hadn't moved. When she arrived, his place was empty, the curtains closed, no lights on, the drive deserted. Sighing, Makayla got out and decided to knock on his door anyway. There was a one percent chance that he still lived there, and a one percent chance that he was home...for some reason without a vehicle.
Overgrown rose bushes lined the walkway, snagging Makayla's skirt as she walked by. Hoping she could fix the snarl later, Makayla rapped on his door. It was silent inside. Makayla counted to ten, then knocked again. "Adrian? Are you home?"
"You looking for that good-looking boy?"
Makayla spun around at the voice behind her, snagging her skirt again on the unruly flowers around the door. An elderly woman was coming back from the mail box with a load of catalogs under her arm. She squinted at Makayla as Makayla smoothed her skirt and tried to tame her suddenly surging heartbeat.
"Uh, yeah." She jerked her thumb at the door. "He used to live here, do you know if he still does?"
The old woman swished a gnarled hand in the air. "No, he moved out ages ago. Rents out the place above D&H Market from what I hear." The woman's wrinkled face broke into a knowing grin. "You looking to date the young man?"
Makayla twisted her lip, not even sure where to begin with that one. "Uh, no, we're just old friends. Thank you, though."
The old woman smiled and waved as Makayla waded her way back through the red and pink jungle to her car. Seeing yet another tear in her clothes, she sighed. Maybe she'd make Adrian buy her another pair once this was all over.
She found D&H Market easily enough, since it was the only market with that name in town. She didn't shop there, but she'd noticed the apartment above it several times. It was a subtle feature that not everybody would see, since the doors were on the back side of the market, and the windows above the market blended seamlessly into the building itself. Honestly, Makayla hadn't thought much about it until she'd noticed a man leaning out of one of the windows, smoking. It was only then that she'd realized that people lived above the market. She'd always thought it would be a great place to people-watch, since the windows had an unobstructed view of the busy street below.
Pulling behind the market, Makayla shut the car off and looked at the sets of doors along the back wall. There were three different apartments above the market. That complicated things some, especially since she wasn't even sure if the old lady was right. For all Makayla knew, the lady was completely off her rocker and Adrian lived on the other side of town. Well, if he wasn't here, Makayla could always stalk him at Driftwood.
Makayla decided to knock on the doors systematically, starting with the one on the left. Feeling like a genuine police woman, canvassing the area, she walked up the steps and firmly knocked on the door. She heard voices inside arguing, and wondered if she'd have to get in the middle of her first domestic. It didn't sound violent, but it didn't sound pleasant either. Taking a chance, she knocked on the door again. "Adrian, you in there?"
She heard voices again, more subdued this time. Thinking she was on to something, Makayla tried again. "Hey, I know it's you...I know you live here. I need to talk to you about Neil." More quiet voices, one sounding a little frantic. Feeling confident that she was at the right place, Makayla blurted out, "I need your help, Adrian...I think he's in trouble."
The door instantly swung open, just like she thought it would. Adrian's green eyes filled her vision; they were wide, full of fear. "What happened?" he immediately asked.
Makayla walked passed him into the room. "Nothing, I just wanted you to open the..."
Her voice trailed off as she noticed who else was in Adrian's room---a person she hadn't expected to find in Adrian's room, a person who was supposed to be at work. In fact, he was even wearing his uniform. Narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend, who was regarding her with an expression of amazement and irritation, she stupidly asked, "Chance? What are you doing here?"
Chapter 17
Running Out of Time
Chance wanted to groan in frustration. He also wanted to applaud Makayla. She never failed to surprise him. How she'd tracked down Adrian, he'd never know. Why she'd tracked down Adrian, he needed to know. Did she suspect something? Had she pieced together that Adrian wasn't just a former thief, that he was a former con man? That he and Adrian were currently working together to bring down Garrett? That Chance was a con man? That everything she believed to be true about him...wasn't?
Makayla's pale eyes were narrowed so far, Chance might have found it comical in another situation. Flipping through his mental Rolodex of lies, Chance settled on something that sounded plausible. "Adrian was having second thoughts about Neil...needed someone to talk to about it."
Behind her back, Adrian twisted his lip and gave Chance a really? face. Chance flicked his eyes over to the green pair watching him, silently telling Adrian to play along. It was his own damn fault he was involved in this at all.
Makayla twisted around to Adrian and he immediately shifted his features. Giving her a sheepish face, his eyes downcast, he shrugged. Swinging her gaze back around to Chance, Makayla shook her head. "So he asked you to come over?" Her eyes glanced down to his outfit, the damn uniform he was still wearing since he'd split from his shift to come over here. Makayla looked back up at his face. "And you took off in the middle of work? I didn't realize you guys were so close."
Chance wanted to sigh, knowing his story was a little weak. He hadn't wanted to lie to Makayla anymore but he had to lie about this. She couldn't know what this secret meeting with Adrian had really been about. She couldn't know the things that they were discussing. And sadly, this wasn't even the first lie he'd told her today. She'd asked about his family again this morning. He'd had to spout some crazy line about his dad being this secret bad guy from his straight-laced Mom. Then, somehow, the lie had morphed into the truth. He'd told her real facts about his dad teaching him everything he knew. And he'd told her the real story about setting up his father. He hadn't told her the real reason why he'd done it, only some vague reference to not wanting to be like him, which was sort of true, but the facts about his father's arrest had been one hundred percent true. Chance had been so lost in that truth, he'd nearly forgotten his lie about Garrett being his brother. He'd nearly busted his con wide open. Something he could not do, not if he wanted to keep Makayla's love and loyalty...and he did want to keep it, wanted to keep her. That was why he was risking everything, his life included, why he was pulling a double-con. Her. It was all for her.
Nonchalantly tossing out, "We were slow, it wasn't a big deal. Besides, I'm on my dinner break." Trying to sidestep her lingering suspicions, Chance then asked her, "What are you doing here?"
Makayla looked down, seemingly embarrassed about getting caught herself. Chance found the blush creeping from one collar bone to the other intriguing; it also reminded him of this morning. After a moment, Makayla tucked her hair behind her ears and straightened. "Adrian called Neil, freaked him out." She twisted back around to Adrian. "I want to know why." She tilted her head and took a step towards the dark-haired man. "What do you mean by second thoughts? Are you trying to get back together with Neil?"
Now Chance gave Adrian a look behind Makayla's back. His look clearly said, Are you insane? You called him? Are you trying to get us both caught before we even have a chance to nail Garrett?
Adrian ignored Chance's accusing eyes. Keeping his focus on Makayla, he softly told her, "I don't know, Makayla. I was just...thinking about him...so I called him." He raised an eyebrow. "Is that such a big deal?"
Chance wanted to smile at Adrian's technique. When being cornered, always keep your mark on the defensive. If there was a rule book for cons, that would be near the top. Of course, Makayla didn't always act like a mark should. Lifting her chin, she shook her head. "It is when you ask him vague questions about his safety." She looked between Chance and Adrian. "What are you two up to, and is Neil in danger?" A thought seemed to occur to her and she quickly added, "Am I in danger?"
Chance felt his heartbeat triple. She was close, on the verge of figuring things out. He needed a distraction, ASAP. Chuckling a little, mainly to disarm the tension starting to build, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. It was a low blow, using their physical attraction to each other as a deterrent, but Chance was running out of options. Sliding his nose up her neck he murmured, "You're leaping to conclusions that are pretty ridiculous."
Makayla melted into his embrace, her eyes slipping closed. Then they sprang back open and she minutely shoved him back. "No, I'm the one that found you bruised and bloodied. Don't tell me I'm being ridiculous to worry."
Adrian stepped forward, his face looking angelically innocent. He lowered his eyes and peeked up at Makayla through his lashes. Even Chance would admit that Adrian was attractive. And living the way he had for so long, Adrian knew how to use what he'd been given to his advantage. Chance didn't particularly like his girlfriend being manipulated by another man's looks, but he wasn't above letting it happen either. Whatever had to be done to distract her was fine....for now.
His voice low and husky in a way that most women adored, Adrian placed a hand on her shoulder. "I was just concerned about him, Makayla." He shrugged. "I didn't mean anything by it...it's just...what happened to Chance reminded me how fragile and precious life is." He swallowed, his eyes misting. God, he was good. "If anything happened to Neil, if he got sick or was in an accident...I just...don't know what I would do."
Adrian sighed, the sound full of worry. "And he takes stupid chances sometimes. He likes to visit the park downtown, even though it's notorious for drug dealers. He likes going for walks in the middle of the night when he can't sleep. He insists on driving to Manchester and helping out at the homeless shelters whenever he can, even though it means he has to drive that car that I just know is going to break down on him in the middle of nowhere." He paused for a breath, then sighed. "I was just worried about...life, Makayla...that's all."
Adrian lowered his eyes and Chance wanted to whistle in appreciation. When Adrian had been at his peak, he'd been one of the best, probably better than Chance was. Chance could have learned a thing or two from him. But that life was over for Adrian now, and it was quickly becoming over for Chance. Conning Garrett was the last job he'd ever do. He was sure of that now.
Makayla stared back at Adrian's solemn face, obviously moved. "Oh, well, he's fine, Adrian." She put her palm over Adrian's hand on her shoulder. "I look out for him...you don't need to worry."
Adrian smiled. "I know. But when you love someone," his eyes flashed over to Chance's, "...you worry."
That blush returned to Makayla's skin as she also looked back at Chance. "I know," she whispered.
Chance stared deep into her pale eyes, wishing he could be everything that she needed him to be. Sighing, he cupped her face and placed a soft kiss along her lips. She immediately returned it...warm and welcoming, just as she'd always been. They pulled apart when Adrian cleared his throat.
Adrian lifted a brow, clearly implying that Chance owed him one. Ignoring the look, Chance brought his attention back down to the woman he adored. "I should probably get back to work."
Makayla sighed and bit her lip. "Yeah, and I should go too...I'm late for my meeting with the trainer-from-hell." She put a hand on her stomach and Chance had the sudden urge to kiss every inch of that creamy skin. He thought she was perfect just the way she was. She disagreed.
Not wanting her to ask anything more, Chance wrapped his arm around her shoulder and herded her from the room. When they were at the door, Makayla stopped in her tracks and looked back at Adrian. "Wait." She twisted back to Adrian and Chance wanted to sigh. What now...
Giving Adrian a hard look, she lifted her chin in an official way. She had the police demeanor down pat. "Chance told me how you used to be involved with Garrett's gang." Chance had already filled Adrian in on his impromptu scenario, so Adrian played his part and nodded an acknowledgment to Makayla. She nodded back, then relaxed her features. Stepping towards Adrian, she reached out to grab his hand. "If you care about Neil, if you think that there's even the remotest chance that you'll get back together with him, then you need to come clean. You need to tell him about your past...before you can move forward."
Letting go, she twisted back to Chance and cuddled into his side. Looking up at Chance, admiration in her eyes, she told Adrian, "I know it's hard to admit that you haven't always been the best person, but it's worth it..." she looked back to Adrian, "And once he sees that you're trying to become a better person, you'll be a stronger couple for it." She pulled Chance tight. "Just like us."
Chance grimaced as a rush of guilt flooded his body. Twist the knife, Makayla, he thought bitterly. Adrian kept his face even as he looked up at Chance. Looking back to Makayla he whispered, "I'll keep that in mind."
Makayla broke free from Chance and gave Adrian a swift hug. "Good, because I can't keep something this big from Neil forever...but I'd prefer it if he learned the truth from you." She pulled away and stared Adrian right in the eye. "The truth is always better received when it comes directly from the person involved."
Chance frowned, that guilt ripping him apart again. Adrian gave him a split-second glance that spoke volumes. Chance wanted to get out of that damn apartment before Makayla wore him down and he told her everything right then and there. He sort of wanted to. Just listening to Makayla tell Adrian how great honesty was, made him want to give it a try. But while her words of repentance and forgiveness were great, Chance had a feeling that the odds of her actually doing those things if the truth came out were not so hot. She'd be gone once she knew who Chance really was.
Chance walked Makayla to her car. His was parked over a block away, but he didn't really want her to know that. She might question why he'd hidden his car. And he had hidden it. Chance couldn't risk Garrett or Reggie stumbling across a meeting between him and Adrian. Of course, it had never occurred to him that Makayla might stumble across their meeting.
They held hands on the way and Chance watched her very carefully. She didn't seem suspicious of the massive amount of lies that had just swirled around the air, but you never know. But there was a lot of truths in those lies, so that made them easier to believe. Adrian did still want Neil. Adrian did worry about Neil's everyday safety; what person in love wouldn't? But Chance and Adrian hadn't met up to have a beer and discuss their "feelings." No, they'd met up to plot a way to screw-over Garrett and Reggie. Slightly different.
And pretty difficult. Setting them up without Chance getting caught was the real crux. It was easy to trip a silent sensor and have the cops show up, but there was no way Chance could get away in time, not without Garrett getting suspicious and shooting him in the back. Chance had gotten lucky with his father. Well, in that situation Chance had had an advantage. His father had trusted him, had never suspected that Chance would set him up. Garrett...didn't trust anybody.
Popping open the door of Makayla's little Civic, Chance leaned on the doorframe and Makayla gave him a light kiss. "See you back at home later?"
Chance nodded, wishing he'd get to hear those words every night. "Yep, right after my shift." He patted his uniform and sighed, thinking about the hours of work he still had ahead of him. He'd only been there for a few months and already the monotony was getting to him. He really wasn't sure how regular people did regular jobs. It boggled his mind. But, if by some miracle, he was allowed to have a long life with Makayla, he'd have to figure it out. She wouldn't date an unemployed layabout.
Chance waved goodbye to her as she pulled away. He was running out of time. He'd given Garrett three weeks...and only one of those weeks was left. All of Adrian's and Chance's plans to get Garrett had centered around them doing the bank job. Problem was, Chance had never mentioned the job to Makayla. He couldn't. He didn't want her involved. He'd almost thought to tell her this morning---she'd given him a golden opportunity by wishing that she could set up Garrett---but he hadn't been able to say the words. It went against everything she believed in. If Chance duped her into doing it, Makayla would never forgive herself. And then, Chance would never forgive himself.
That left breaking into the bank. Trickier, but not impossible. The problem there though was Garrett. Chance's con to him had him convinced that Makayla was all gung-ho to help with the robbery. Chance could easily steal the bank keys from her, but if she didn't give him the code to the vault and he had to crack the safe...Garrett would realize he'd been deceived. Chance would again end up with a bullet in the back. This simple bank job was slowly turning into a nightmare.
So many options and none of them very good. Not knowing what else to do, Chance did the only thing he could...he went back to work.
Adrian called him on the drive over. "Hey, everything good?"
Chance sighed, hating the lying that he'd had to do to Makayla but knowing it was necessary. "Yeah, she bought the story. Thanks for backing me up."
Adrian sniffed. "Yeah...so we didn't come to any real solution about our problem..."
Chance twisted his lip. "I know."
"I say we tell Makayla about the bank. If we get her help, we can all set Garrett up together."
Chance felt his jaw stiffen, his back straighten. This was the same plan that Chance had been hearing from Adrian for the past two weeks, and it was a plan that he didn't want to do. Makayla couldn't be put in that situation...he wouldn't allow it anymore.
"No, Adrian. I already told you, I'm not compromising her safety." If they actually did get Makayla involved, Chance knew that she would insist on being at the bank when it happened, to "protect" him. He knew enough about her to know that would be her reaction...and there was no way Chance was going to let her get within fifty feet of Garrett. Not anymore.
Adrian exhaled in irritation. "It's the only way, Chance...you know it is."
Chance closed his eyes for a split-second and clenched his fingers around his phone. "Would you want to use Neil like that, Adrian? Isn't that the whole reason you pulled out? His safety?"
Silence met his question, then, "Okay...so what do we do?"
Arriving back at work, Chance drove past the bank in question. It was closed, locked up tight. The wide windows offered a view into Thieves Paradise, but it was unobtainable. Well, unobtainable without getting caught. Anyone could chuck a brick through the window and break open the safe, but they'd be spending some quality time with some serious felons if they did.
"I don't know yet, Adrian..."
Adrian's sigh matched Chance's feelings. "Well, we need to figure it out soon...we're running out of time."
Feeling that ticking clock in his head, Chance nodded as he pulled into a parking stall. "Yeah..."
Uncertainty flooded Chance as he walked into work. While his life had always been fluid, and he'd always rolled with whatever twists came his way, he suddenly felt like he was trying to swim upstream against a powerful, surging river. Not only was he pulling multiple cons at once, not only was he trying to keep Makayla in the dark without outright deceiving her, but he was struggling against his nature. Try as he might to be good, the instinct to steal and lie had been burned into him since his toddler days. You are how you're raised, and even if he resented and hated what had been done to him, how he'd been manipulated for so long, it was a part of his psyche now.
Being on the straight and narrow was a difficult line to walk. Just the other day he'd had to ignore the bulging wad of a bountiful wallet peeking out of a man's back pocket. It had been screaming at him to take it, but he'd promised Makayla, and he was trying to be a man of his word, now that the con with her was off, now that he was officially finished with his life as a thief. But that stupid wallet staring him in the face had been just as torturous as an alcoholic staring at an open bottle of whiskey. He'd been dying to know what treasures were inside it, but he'd forced himself to turn away.
The wave of disappointment had been crushing. Makayla's warm embrace later had softened the blow, but, at the moment, it had been nearly bad enough to make Chance turn around and find the man again.
The restlessness was growing in him, and it had only been two weeks since he'd gone completely straight. Chance really couldn't help the urge to take, that much of his con to Makayla had been real. And he wasn't sure if the urge would lessen with time, or strengthen. It hadn't dissipated the last time he'd quit. And even then, he hadn't fully quit, he'd done...illegal things...picked a few wallets, cheated a few card games, just no big jobs, no cons. It worried him some that the desire to steal was still there, even after finding solace with Makayla. It also concerned him that part of him, a tiny part, was wishing that the bank job would happen...was longing for the rush that the theft would give him. He wanted to ignore that beast within himself, but he couldn't...it was there, growling in displeasure at the restraints placed upon it.
Three nights later, when nothing about Chance's routine had much changed, the beast within himself was still burning with antsy anticipation. Chance kept firm control of it, of his desire, and instead focused his restlessness on Makayla. He showered her with affection. He became the world's best boyfriend. It was simple enough for him. He'd wooed so many women that it was old hat to him now. But, for the first time in his life, Chance actually meant the flowery words he spouted. He actually longed to see the reaction to his outlandish gestures---the dozen roses sent to work, the bargain store bracelet looped around her bedroom doorknob. Her delight gave him peace and he found that he could stand the tedium of a normal life, as long she was with him, guiding him, giving him hope and encouragement, giving him a reason to be a better man.
Chance stared across a short, square table at Makayla. The table was draped with an immaculate white linen cloth that seemed to gleam with an inner brilliance. A hurricane shade in the center of the table protected a trio of pillar candles, their soft glow reflecting rings of light across the silver cutlery, the crystal goblets, the gold inlaid china. It bathed Makayla's face, highlighted her best features, made her eyes sparkle and dance with life. Chance had never quite seen anything so beautiful.
Yesterday had been their month anniversary and they were celebrating today. One month ago, Chance had brazenly picked her wallet from her purse, testing her to see how she would react. Her response had been extraordinary...one of a kind...just like her. They'd both felt a connection that day, like they were fated to love each other, and only had to get past their inner demons and fears for it to happen. Chance had manipulated every encounter after that moment, but the end result was the same. She loved him. He loved her. It was a monumental revelation for him and made the seventy-five dollar lobster in front of each of them worth every penny.
Makayla smiled demurely, then dropped her eyes to her plate. Eyeing the remnants of their meal before them, she frowned a little. Chance reached out to grab her hand. "What?"
Twisting her lip, she tucked her hair behind her ear. He'd begged her not to straighten it, and soft waves fell around her face, only making her seem more like an angel---unbound and unrestrained. "This is amazing, Colton, truly, but..." she eyed the meal that was going to cost him well over two hundred dollars, "this is way too expensive for one meal." Deepening her frown, she muttered, "I'm pretty sure we could feed a whole neighborhood with this tab."
Chance chuckled, enjoying her concern, for him and for others. She really would be a terrific officer one day. "It's a special occasion and special occasions call for exorbitant meals."
Makayla smirked at him and shook her head. "It's a little much for one month together."
"Not when it's the first month you've ever had with someone."
Her eyes widened at his statement. The extra white around her pale irises reflected the light bouncing between them. Gorgeous. "You've never been in a relationship that lasted a month?"
Chance smiled and shook his head. "No." He'd been in cons with a woman for longer than a month, but a real relationship? No. Never.
Makayla smiled and looked down again. "Oh," she whispered.
He couldn't quite tell if she was happy about this revelation or not. Squeezing her hand, he thought to ask her, but she looked up at him and gave him such a warm look that he instantly knew her answer---she was touched. Chance smiled in return, touched that she was touched. God, being in love was turning him into a complete and total sap. Before he knew it, he'd be writing her poetry and dedicating songs to her on the radio.
Just as he was wondering what song she might like to hear, their waiter arrived with their check. Makayla bit her lip, tilting her head to see the total. Chance hid it from her, slipping the man some hundreds. He could have paid with one of his "fake" credit cards tonight, but he was trying to live on the up and up. That meant actually paying for things with his hard-earned money. It was a little...annoying, but he was trying. And if he was going to keep up this life of honesty, he'd eventually have to sell his "home," and officially move in with Makayla.
Loving the improbable idea, Chance stood and extended his hand to Makayla. Telling the waiter to keep the change, he led Makayla from the restaurant with his hand on the small of her back. Into his ear she purred, "Thank you for the meal...I'll make sure you get your money's worth when we get home."
Chance grinned down at her. Yep, worth every penny.
Pulling the front doors open for her, Chance laughed as they walked out into the night. With summer still seven or eight weeks away, there was still a slight nip in the air. Chance held his jacket closed with one hand while keeping his other around Makayla's waist. She peered up at him and giggled. The joy of the moment was almost overwhelming, but it was broken a second later.
"Well, aren't you two cute?"
Chance spun around at hearing the gruff voice. Ice flashed through his veins as he locked gazes with Reggie leaning against the restaurant wall smoking a cigarette. Garrett was standing beside him, the shorter man looking no less opposing than his hulking counterpart. Garrett jerked his thumb back to the window of the restaurant, where Chance could clearly see the mellow customers finishing their meals. "That was practically a Disney moment in there. I was waiting for you to push her a meatball with your nose."
Chance stiffened as his eyes flashed between the two criminals. This was not good. They weren't hiding from Makayla anymore. Not now that Chance had convinced them that Makayla was on board with the theft. True, his con to them involved the fact that she thought they would do Chance in if he didn't steal the money, but that didn't mean that they couldn't just show up. Actually, if Chance was still running that con, their showing up and threatening Chance would have been his suggestion. For Makayla to go against everything she believed in, she would need to be convinced that his life was in danger. Being ruffed up by Reggie and Garrett would only strengthen that belief. Problem was...Chance wasn't running that con. This moment could ruin everything with Makayla.
Chance pushed Makayla towards his car, handing her his keys. "Get inside, Makayla. I'll handle this."
She stiffened, her back going rigid as she resisted his force. She may not know who Garrett was, since they'd never met, but she recognized Reggie...and she'd quickly pieced together who Reggie would be with. "No, Chance. I'm not leaving you here with him." She growled the word him and glared at Garrett.
Chance wanted to sigh with exasperation. Why couldn't she just play along? Why couldn't she be the typical damsel in distress that fled at the sight of trouble? Why the hell did he have to fall for a woman with a backbone? But, of course, that was exactly why he'd fallen for her. She had moxie...he liked that. It was just really inconvenient at the moment.
Garrett tilted his head and stepped towards them, Reggie staying where he was, finishing his smoke. Reggie's eyes were watchful though, and he wasn't as slow as his bulk implied. Stepping in front of Makayla, since she refused to move, Chance faced down Garrett. He'd have to be really, really careful here. "I'm sort of busy with something right now, Garrett. Maybe we could catch up another time?"
Garrett snorted and eyed Makayla up and down. "Yeah, I'll bet." Crossing his arms over his chest, he stepped in front of Chance. Chance tried pushing Makayla back, but she still wouldn't move. "We all have something to discuss, so I thought we better sit down and discuss it."
Chance's heart started beating harder but he kept his face clear---no confusion, no confirmation...just...nothing. Makayla, however, was instantly confused and since she hated to be confused, she instantly wanted an answer. "What could we possibly have to discuss with you?"
Chance wanted to whisper at her to stay quiet, but he couldn't...that would only make her ask more questions and it would also raise Garrett's suspicions. Running a dual con face-to-face with both marks was rarely ever possible. Someone always got clued in that things were off...usually both parties, actually. Ultimately, the person running the con had to pick a side. This was a lose-lose for Chance. Lose Garrett or lose Makayla. In his heart it was no contest, but Makayla wouldn't pull out a knife and slit his throat if he deceived her. Garrett...well...
Knowing whom he had to protect, Chance made the only decision he could. "I've made my peace with you, brother...and I've paid the price for it. I think it's time we went our separate ways. I think it's time you left."
Chance flicked his eyes between Garrett and Reggie, both sets staring at him equally dark and menacing. Reggie spat out his cigarette and smashed it into the ground with his heel. Chance forced Makayla back a step as the bigger man joined his partner. This was not good.
Garrett tilted his head. "What are you playing at?"
Chance had no answer that would satisfy him and Makayla. His heart spoke for him. "I'm done with you..."
Reggie made a noise that resembled a growl and cracked his knuckles. Garrett's pale face filled with color as Chance's words sunk in. "You're...done...with me?" His finger jutted out to point at Makayla. "Because of your cunt?"
Makayla instantly bristled at the crude slang he'd used. "Hey, back off asshole! He's through with you and your stupid gang. Find someone else to be your punching bag!" Stepping around Chance, Makayla stood toe-to-toe with Garrett. "Touch him again and I'll have the cops all over your ass."
Garrett sneered at her, his hand reaching into his pocket. Sensing a weapon about to be drawn, Chance quickly pulled Makayla back. She stumbled a bit as she fell into his arms. Using her loss of balance to his advantage, Chance manhandled her to his car. Garrett behind them snapped out, "You're finished, Chance! Finished!"
Makayla twisted to curse at him and Chance slammed her into the car. "Are you trying to get yourself killed!" he hissed, jerking the keys away from her and unlocking the door.
She blinked at his question, too stunned to respond, and Chance shoved her inside the car. Once she was safe, he twisted back to Garrett. "I'll explain later," he said, in a voice too low for Makayla to hear.
The two men glared at him, Garrett still with his hand in his pocket, clenched around something inside. "You bet your ass you will," he murmured.
Chance sprinted around to the other side of the car. Ducking into the driver's side, he started the engine before either Makayla jumped out and extracted her vengeance on Garrett, or Garrett took it upon himself to pull out his gun and shoot them both.
Cursing, Chance peeled out of the parking lot. Goddamn it. That one fortuitous meeting had just ruined everything. Makayla still believed him, but he'd had to break faith with Garrett. With that partnership crippled, there was no telling what Garrett would do now. No telling at all.
Makayla was livid when they got back to her place. Tossing her purse on the bed, she spat out, "I thought you said he'd leave you alone! What the hell was he talking about? What did he possibly want to discuss with you?"
Chance groaned and sat on the bed. He was talking about the bank job he thinks we're all pulling together. Looking up at her, he grumbled, "I don't know. Probably some...scheme...he wants my help with."
She sat down beside him, her mouth open. "He thinks you'd still help him? After what he did to you? Is he insane?" Chance gave her a wry look. She twisted her lip. "Yeah, right..."
Sighing, Chance put his hand on her thigh. "I don't know what he wants, Makayla, but I meant what I said. I'm out...I'm done with him." For sure now, since Garrett would probably kill him the next time he saw him.
Makayla looked him over. "Are we ever going to be free of him? Will he ever truly leave you alone?"
Chance looked down, biting his lip. That was the big question. Maybe...maybe he should just do the job...set Garrett up...take the fall with him. It'd be the end of him, it'd be the end of his relationship with Makayla...but she'd be safe. He could break in on his own at night with Garrett and Reggie. He would tell them that he'd failed with Makayla, but he'd learned enough to do the job without her. He could spare Makayla being a part of it. He could spare her any knowledge of it. He'd spend the next couple of decades in jail once he got them all caught, a place he'd never wanted to end up...but maybe he deserved that. Him and Garrett both. Were they really so different?
Looking back up at her, Chance shrugged. "I'll take care of this, Makayla." His eyes searched hers. "I'll just need you to trust me." And don't hate me...I'm so sorry it has to be this way. I love you, forever.
Chapter 18
It's Over
Makayla's sleep that night was restless. She tossed and turned, moaned things under her breath. Chance's sleep was non-existent. He sat up in bed, chewing on his lip. He'd messed up...in so many ways. Now things were so torn and twisted, he could barely keep the facts straight. What a tangled web we weave... God, he hated that saying. But there was truth in the phrase. Maybe that's why he hated it so much. Chance had spent his entire life running from truth. And now truth would be his downfall.
He'd painted himself into a corner, gotten into bed with dangerous men and the love of his life. There wasn't room enough for all of them. Sighing, Chance got up and fished his phone out of his pocket. Makayla stirred as he left her. Chance's eyes misted. Would she find peace again when he left her for good? When she figured out that everything he'd told her was wrong?
Knowing he'd be awake, Chance texted Adrian. 'It's over...Garrett knows.'
The response from Adrian was almost immediate. 'We have to get Neil and Makayla out...leave the city.'
Chance bit his lip, considering. Could the four of them simply run away? Would Makayla give up her dreams, her future, for a life on the road with him? They could set up shop somewhere else, hoping against hope that they didn't stumble across Garrett and Reggie someday. And they probably wouldn't...the country was huge. They could keep a low profile and all stay together. But...Makayla would never truly be happy, and she'd always question why Chance had fled his brother. She'd never believe the lie...she'd weasel out the truth. He'd lose her anyway. Better to just come clean. What had she told Adrian? The truth was always better coming directly from the person.
Letting out a soft exhale, Chance messaged Adrian back. 'No...it ends here. I do the job. I get us all caught. It's the only way.'
Adrian didn't reply for a long time. Chance figured the man was thinking of some alternative, something that didn't involve Chance taking the fall along with Garrett and Reggie. There was nothing though. Aside from directly assaulting the bank in broad daylight, something Chance would not let happen, breaking in at night was the only solution. Chance knew exactly how to get them caught, too. He'd make sure the breakin happened early in the night, during Joseph's shift. The ever-vigilant guard would surely notice three suspicious characters hanging around the bank. Even if Chance successfully disarmed the security, disabled the outdated cameras, Joseph was unavoidable. Good.
After another couple of moments, Adrian's response lit up his screen. 'I'm sorry. How can I help?'
Chance smiled. 'Take care of Makayla for me.' Maybe Adrian could convince her that he had sacrificed his freedom for her. Maybe she'd appreciate that...once the sting of betrayal left her. She'd probably never forgive him, not really, but he was doing this for her. Hopefully she'd realize that one day.
Chance was staring at her momentarily still form on the bed when Adrian's message buzzed in his hand. He watched her a moment longer before looking at it. 'Consider it done. I wish we'd had a chance to know each other under better circumstances. I think we could have been friends...given another life.'
A rueful smile crossed Chance's lips. Given another life, Chance could have been several different things. But he'd never had the opportunity to live "another life." This was all he'd ever known. Ironically, Chance had never been given a chance. Not until Makayla. And he'd blown it...royally.
Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Chance sat on the corner of Makayla's dresser and simply stared at her. God, he'd miss her...
When the sun's rays caressed her face, Chance made his painful decision. Careful to not disturb her, since she finally seemed to be deep into her slumber, Chance left a note on her dresser. It was peppy, bright, and romantic. Full of hope, instead of the despair he really felt. In it, he told her that he loved her endlessly and he'd gone into work early to ask them if he could be moved into a fulltime position. He'd ended the note with, "I want to be a man that can provide for you, that can care for you, and I need to step it up to be that man. I'll be everything you need, Makayla. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for trusting me. Everything I do, I do for you. I hope you know how much I love you."
His cover story was a complete and total lie...those last few lines were not. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Chance gave her a light kiss on the forehead. She smiled a little and Chance paused, absorbing it. It might be the last genuine smile he saw from her...directed towards him anyway. She'd hate him after this.
Slipping out of her room, Chance hoped that she was happy when she went to work. He wished her nothing but peace today. Because he was positive that he wouldn't find any on this fateful Friday.
Chance drove around for a while, getting his bearings, gathering his courage. This was going to be his biggest con, his most convoluted plan ever. Ridding the world of Garrett and Reggie would be worth it though. Besides, he owed them a little payback for their over-the-top beating. That part of this would be fun.
Once he was prepared, Chance went about his standard practice of clearing any trace of himself. He'd left his things at Makayla's, mainly to not raise her suspicions, but he had to evaporate from the rest of the world. Heading to his borrowed home, Chance looked over the brick beauty and sighed. A piece of him wanted to remain here, wanted to still be connected to the home that had so many memories of Makayla inside of it. He couldn't though, it wasn't his.
Heading around to the back, Chance packed up anything inside that he'd brought into the place. He'd been lucky that several of the furnishings and decorations had been left behind by the foreclosed owners. He briefly wondered what had happened to Ed Sampson, but then let it go. That man's fate was of no consequence to Chance...he had enough on his plate right now. Boxing up his meager belongings, Chance headed to the local dump. Let the garbage mix with the garbage, he thought bitterly.
Chance wasn't exactly sure why he was erasing Colton Burke, if he was just going to go to prison anyway. He supposed he was still hoping for a last minute miracle, some way he could talk his way out...some way to escape. As Chance pulled away from the refuse plant, he still didn't see that path though. If there was an escape route, it was being elusive.
It was well into the two o'clock hour by the time Chance stopped his procrastinating and phoned Garrett. Garrett's voice was gruff when he picked up. "You have a lot of goddamn explaining to do."
Chance contained his frustration and kept his voice even. "And I will...where can we meet?"
A long pause, then, "We're across the street from the bank. You have ten minutes to show up...and prove you're still on our side."
A chill went down Chance's spine. They were at the bank? Why? What the hell were they going to do? "What's happening in ten minutes?"
A low, humorless chuckle drifted through the phone. "Use your imagination."
The phone disconnected and Chance swore. Typing in another number, he pressed the gas pedal as far to the floor of his compact as it would go. As he swerved through traffic, the other line picked up. "Hello?"
Chance swore again, narrowly missing slamming into a car that had suddenly decided to hit its brakes. Adrian's voice immediately responded with, "Chance? What's going on?"
All Chance had time to slip out was, "It's happening today...right now!"
He dropped the phone to his lap, needing both hands to thread through the heavy afternoon traffic. Ten minutes...that's all the time he had to stop this madness. He hoped Adrian understood his vague message...although, he really didn't know what the man could possibly do to fix this.
Chance arrived at the bank in nine minutes. He turned into the lot of his employment, conveniently situated right across the street from the bank. He noticed Garrett's SUV and slowed his vehicle to park right alongside it. Not sure what the hell he was going to do now, Chance shut off the car and opened his door. Reggie stepped out at the same time and grabbed him. Chance ducked, expecting it, but Reggie struck out and slugged him in the chest. His ribs still sore, the hit stole his breath. Crouching over, he tried to inhale---it burned.
Reggie took his moment of submission to slam him against the SUV door. Holding him against it, his forearm across Chance's throat, Reggie twisted his hips so Chance had no opportunity to knee him---he'd remembered Chance's earlier advice...unfortunately. Reggie smiled cruelly while Chance's vision faded in and out.
Garrett stepped over to the side of the vehicle where Chance was struggling just to breathe. Parked in the back of the lot, under the shade of low-hanging trees, the showdown was obscured from sight by anyone that might be looking their way. No one was going to help Chance out of this. He was completely and utterly alone. Smirking at his discomfort, Garrett leaned into Chance's face. "You have something to say for yourself?"
Garrett nudged Reggie in the ribs and Reggie loosened the pressure against Chance's throat. Chance inhaled a painful breath, grateful for the blessed, burning air. "Okay, I lied, I haven't conned her yet, but it's still on...I can still convince Makayla---"
Garrett poked him in the chest, cutting him off. "Fuck the girl! I'm done with this subtle crap. We're going in there right now and taking what's ours!"
Chance struggled against Reggie, pulling down his arm so he could speak. "What about the score? What about the diamonds? If you really want to bust in, let's wait and do it Monday night? I can beat the alarm, I know I can!" Chance's voice was getting faster with each frantic word he sputtered. He was losing his calm, showing his tells. Garrett wasn't stupid, he saw right through Chance's lies.
"There are no diamonds...there is no big score. You were fucking with us so you could keep fucking your girl." Leaning into Chance, he sneered, "I'm sure she's a talented little whore, but my payday is more important to me than your---"
Anger flooded Chance and he released his hold on Reggie's arm and struck out. Since Garrett was so close, his wild swing connected with his jaw. Chance didn't have the strength behind it to hurt him, but it stunned Garrett into silence. It also prompted Reggie to slug Chance in the gut. Chance crumpled, his ability to stand gone. Reggie let him sink to the cement and Chance dry-heaved a couple of times. Luckily, he hadn't eaten anything today.
Panting, he looked up at the thugs. "This is stupid...going in during broad daylight? You'll get caught." And someone in the bank could get hurt...if things went wrong.
Garrett smirked, rubbing his jaw. "Your concern for our well being is touching...truly."
Chance hoped to at least delay Garrett long enough to give Adrian time to get here. Two against two odds were better than what they were now. Garrett, however, was done with delays. Reaching into the backseat of the vehicle, he came out with something Chance abhorred---a gun, and not just any gun...a shotgun. That would certainly make a mess of Chance at this range. Garrett handed it to Reggie and he immediately pointed it at Chance. Chance stayed where he was on the ground, wondering how the hell he was going to get out of this now. Garrett reached back into the truck and handed Chance a pair of generic boots, a plain white shirt and a plain black jacket. "Put these on," he ordered.
Staring up at the gun in his face, Chance narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Garrett smirked. "Because you're coming with us...and we're all going to look alike. The fewer features the witnesses can use to tell us apart, the better. We need to be as plain as possible...nothing flashy."
Chance cringed; it was a decent enough plan, if they were really going to do something this stupid. Pulling off his jacket and shirt, Chance asked, "You're going to trust me to go with you?"
Garrett pulled out another gun, shrugging with it. "Well, you wouldn't want us to get all crazy in a bank full of innocent people, would you?" He twisted his thin lip, his brown eyes full of menace. "Especially when your little plaything is in there?"
Chance swallowed...he was so screwed. "Are you going to trust me with a gun, or am I supposed to hold up the bank with a candy bar in my pocket?" He tugged on the offered boots; luckily they fit. Chance hated guns, but he was in a bit of a mess here. Maybe a weapon could work in his favor, somehow...
Reaching back into the fully-stocked vehicle, Garrett pulled out yet another gun. He started to offer it to Chance. Chance's heart rate spiked. Could he turn it on them? Could he shoot Reggie before he lodged a bullet in Chance's head? Smirking, Garrett stopped halfway through handing the weapon over. Pulling it open, he slowly removed every single bullet. Closing it, he finally gave it over to Chance. He cocked an eyebrow. "Did you think I was that stupid?"
Chance sighed, taking the hated object. So much for that plan. Gingerly holding it in his fingertips, Chance turned the metal over and over. Garrett broke through his musings. "Now, you are going to come with us, and you are going to help us to the best of your abilities. If you don't..." He paused and Chance looked up at him. Garrett held a finger to his head and mimed pulling the trigger. "I end your whore's life...understand?"
Chance swallowed and gritted his teeth. Yeah, he understood...that was clear enough for even the dullest mind to comprehend. Feeling firmly and completely locked into a position that he'd never wanted to be in, Chance rose to his feet and tucked the unloaded gun in the waistband of his jeans. "Fine...you have something to hide our faces with, so we can at least pretend that we might actually get away with this?"
Garrett chuckled, then pulled the remaining piece of the puzzle out of the truck. Chance caught a black piece of material that Garrett tossed his way. After unfolding the knitted wad of fabric, Chance wanted to groan. A ski mask? God, how cliché. He could have at least gone the more interesting route and gotten them all Halloween masks. Looking back up at Garrett he drawled, "Now what...boss?"
Garrett smiled and gave him the corniest line that any thief could give. "Now, we make some money."
They climbed into Garrett's darkly tinted SUV and drove to the exit of the lot. Chance was nervous, but if he was being completely honest, he was excited, too. The thought of the upcoming rush gave him butterflies. It was a thrill that he'd never get working as a security guard. It was a charge that he was trying to forget about, so he could have his happily-ever-after with Makayla. But that had never been going to happen...it was just a dream.
Looking around the car, bouncing his feet in anticipation, Chance was saddled down with his reality. This was who he was, who he'd always been, and who he'd probably always be. But he didn't have to burden anyone else with his life. He could end this today, and take Reggie and Garrett with him. He could still bring them all down...he just had to figure out how to do that with no one else getting hurt.
Garrett waited for a spot to open on the street right in front of the bank doors. When it did, he darted for it, nearly cutting a car off in the process. Chance held onto the door as they made their sharp corner. Maniac. The sooner this was over, the better.
Parking the car, Garret left the engine running. Chance wondered if someone might notice an abandoned car idling and phone in a tip to the cops...maybe the euphoric girl walking up and down the street dressed as a giant mattress. But, honestly, most people were too concerned about their own lives, and they probably wouldn't think twice about it. It took gunshots and screaming for the general populace to be roused from indifference.
Chance yanked on his ridiculous mask and prepared to open his door. Garrett twisted to look at him. "Reggie will cover the door, I'll cover the lobby. You get your girl and force her to open the safe." He smirked then pulled on his mask. "Think you can handle that much, con man?"
Chance rolled his eyes and pushed his door open. "Don't you worry about me. Let's just get this over with as quick as we can..."
Garrett chuckled. "That's the spirit!"
Stepping out, Chance added, "And don't forget about the guard in the surveillance room---down the hall, first door on the left. Since we're doing this during the day, he's going to be a top priority. We don't need him calling the cops on us." Not when that could result in a hostage situation that might endanger Makayla even more.
Garrett smirked and nodded, like he wasn't an idiot. Chance disagreed, but said nothing more.
The next few moments were a blur to Chance. They swarmed into the bank like a deadly plague, blocking the startled customers from their exit, Garrett rushing off to break into the guard room before he could phone in the robbery to the authorities. When the excitement of the moment peaked in his belly, Chance locked gazes with Makayla. Her pale eyes were wide with shock... and her trembling hand started reaching down.
Chance ignored the flash of pain across his heart. Knowing her sense of justice, remembering her mentioning a silent alarm button at her station, he growled out, "Don't be a hero," and swung his empty gun around, pointing it right between her beautiful breasts. Guilt and pain extinguished any thrill he'd had walking into this place, as he watched her warm eyes fill with fright. Pushing the emotion back, Chance kept his voice low and husky, his natural, southern accent at bay as he firmly commanded her to comply. Hopefully, she actually listened to him for once. "Hands up."
Makayla grudgingly raised her hands, the other tellers following suit. As he kept his gaze on the love he'd never get to keep, Chance almost wished she'd pressed the button. As Chance approached her station, Makayla's eyes narrowed. Color flushing her cheeks, she looked like she had when she'd stood up to Garrett---righteously pissed. Pride flashed through Chance at her courage, even as he raised his empty gun to her head, pointing it squarely between her eyes. "Money, in the bag, now!"
He tossed her the bag from his jacket pocket while he listened to Reggie gathering the customers' belongings. Cell phones were the first thing they'd take...didn't want anyone getting up the nerve to call for help. Makayla's anger shifted back to stark terror as her gaze shifted from Chance's face to the barrel filling her vision. He wanted to assure her that she wasn't in any danger, from him at least, but he had to maintain the illusion that he was dangerous...for her safety.
Once she was filling the bag, Chance heard Garrett return with the guard. Hopefully he'd gotten to him before the man had called the cops. Chance glanced at the bruised but intact guard, then took a second to look over at Neil. He'd promised Adrian that he'd keep him safe if he could. Neil was eyeing Garrett with wide eyes; his fingers trembled as he held them in the air. Neil didn't look like he was going to do anything brave and foolish, and Chance hoped he didn't. Chance's gun might not be loaded, but Garrett's was, and he wouldn't hesitate to unload it.
Chance was still staring at Neil when a bag full of money hit him in the chest. Startled, he jerked his vision back to Makayla. Her eyes were as wide as they could go as she stared at him open-mouthed. She clearly expected him to shoot her for her panic-filled move. Chance narrowed his eyes and shook his head. God, Makayla, don't make things difficult for me now. Just be a good little hostage so I can get the two maniacs away from you.
Makayla blinked in surprise at his mellow reaction. He would have laughed, if he wasn't in such a damn hurry. Chance kept his eyes on Makayla as he reached down for the loot he had to somehow get Garrett caught with. Makayla's eyes watched his hand. Then her brow bunched and her vision snapped back up to his. Chance saw the flare of recognition as her gaze narrowed to icy pinpricks. He locked gazes with her, terrified. Chance wasn't sure how she'd figured it out, but it was clear that she had. She knew who he was...she recognized him.
As they stared at each other, Chance felt his heart cracking into a million pieces. His world started to crumble around him. This was it. She recognized him. She knew that he was robbing her. She knew that he'd just pointed a weapon into her face. The con was over. In a split-second every warm, loving memory that he had of her flooded his brain---their first flirting, her approaching him at the grocery store, their first date, their first kiss, their whispered words of affection, trust, and hope, her trailing Adrian to come to his rescue, the first time they'd made love, the way she'd comforted him, protected him, believed in him...waking up by her side.
It was over. Everything was over...they were over.
His eyes stinging so bad that he knew he might lose it soon if he didn't harden himself, Chance did what he had to do. Reaching across the counter, he pulled her hair, forcing her face to come closer to his. She cried out in pain, then glared at him so hard he expected laser beams to burn him to cinders at any moment. "You're going to take me to the safe, and you're going to open it...got it?"
When she looked about ready to refuse him, Chance shifted the gun to point it at Neil. She looked over at her best friend and her face lost all color. Again, Chance wanted to tell her that the gun wasn't loaded, but he couldn't...not at the moment. She looked back at Chance like she didn't even recognize the man before her. Chance swallowed, hating himself more than she did. As Garrett barked out orders and gave the other tellers bags to fill, Chance grabbed his and leapt over the counter to keep a firm grasp on Makayla...so she wouldn't do anything stupid, now that she knew who he was.
Wishing they'd had time to disable the cameras, since they wouldn't have time to erase the footage currently recording, Chance looked down and avoided them as much as he could. Luckily there was nothing about him that really stood out, especially with the matching clothes Garrett had provided and the atrocious ski masks. Really, the only distinguishing feature he had was his tattoo, and that was concealed behind his---
Chance looked down as they got to the hallway leading to the back. Cursing, he adjusted his sleeve with his pant leg. It had risen up his arm a bit when he'd reached for the bag. Once out of earshot of the whimpering customers in the lobby, Chance sighed. "It was the tattoo, wasn't it? You saw it, didn't you?"
Glancing over at the surveillance room, Chance noticed the splintered wood where Garrett had used the butt of his rifle and the weight of his body to break through the door's shabby locking mechanism. If this bank were more modern, the door would have been solid steel, and Garrett wouldn't have been able to do that. He would have had to waste precious time picking the lock, and the guard would have had the few seconds he'd needed to call the police. As it was, the phone was off the hook and a dial tone was pulsing in the air. He'd almost made it in time.
In front of the manager's door, Makayla spun and pointed her finger in his chest. "What the hell are you doing?"
Knowing this wasn't the time or the place, Chance opened the door and shoved her inside. She stumbled a little at the force he'd used. Once inside the empty office, the manager obviously "out" on one of his many questionable errands, Chance ran a hand down his knit-covered face. "I don't have time to explain, Makayla, but I'm doing this for your safety."
She flicked her hand at the gun in his. "My safety? Are you kidding me?"
Needing her to move things along, he pointed the gun at her. "Just open the safe," he murmured, his heart not in the words.
She glared at him, but did as she was told. Removing a large, garish picture from the wall, she quickly twisted the dial on the front to the correct combination. "I can't believe I ever trusted you." Cracking open the safe she growled, "I can't believe I ever shared myself with you."
Chance sighed. "You and me both, Makayla."
Watching her heart harden right in front of him, Chance handed her another bag from his jacket pocket. Between the two of them, they emptied the long, deep safe in a matter of seconds. Not wanting her to use any foolish heroics on him, Chance made Makayla carry both bags while he kept the gun trained on her back. Surprisingly, she didn't fight against him. She didn't rant and rave either. She just silently did as she was told. As they exited the room, Chance almost wished she'd yell and curse at him. It would be better than the cold look of distance she was giving him. God, he'd messed this up so badly.
They hurried down the hall. Chance grabbed her elbow right before they got back into the lobby. From over Makayla's shoulder he could see Garrett shoving his gun right into the face of a beautiful young teller. She was crying as she filled the bag for him as quickly as she could. Reggie was keeping an eye on the few customers in the room---an elderly woman and a buxom gal who sort of resembled Makayla. The guard was hunched on the floor between the two robbers, the bank staff that had already emptied their tills sitting on their knees beside him. Neil was pale white and his eyes locked on Makayla's as she stood at the end of the hall. Chance wondered if Neil suspected what Makayla now knew.
Jerking on her elbow, Chance brought his mouth to her ear. "I'm begging you to not start anything. Just sit with Neil and let us leave."
Makayla stiffened in his hold. "If you think you can just walk out of here---"
Grunting, Chance jerked her body against his. She inhaled, maybe out of habit, maybe out of irritation. "I'm trying to keep you alive, Makayla. Don't give Garrett a reason to kill you!"
Her mouth dropped open and she slightly turned towards him. "Your brother? Is that why you're doing this? Some twisted sense of family loyalty?"
Knowing he had no more time to waste, Chance slumped against her, pushing her forward. "No...I already told you...I'm doing this for you."
Just as she sputtered, "That doesn't make any sense!" Chance shoved her into the lobby.
Garrett grabbed his bag of till money from the terrified young woman just as Reggie grabbed Makayla's bags. Palming both in his meaty grasp, he eyed Makayla with a look of pure superiority. She stepped into him and raised her chin, clearly no longer impressed or intimidated. Chance wanted to roll his eyes and sigh again. Damn it, Makayla, just go sit down by Neil!
Neil seemed to feel the same way. His eyes wide he hissed out, "Makayla!" She grudgingly looked over to her friend, then went to sit beside him. As Chance held his empty weapon on the crowd, he watched Makayla sink to her knees in a choppy, resistant way. She did not want to be submissive. Chance was sure that her mind was spinning on all of the various ways that she could take control of the situation. But she had to know that anything she did right now would only put Neil and the others in danger. And as much as she currently hated Chance, her protective nature wouldn't let anything happen to them.
Chance smiled under his mask, wishing her the best, since he knew she'd probably never see him again once he fled out the front doors.
Sweeping their eyes over the subdued crowd one more time, Chance and his unfortunate partners in crime backed towards the door. The whole event had only taken a few minutes, and luckily no new customers had entered the bank. Makayla watched them leave with undiluted hatred in her eyes. Chance was sure that she'd tell the officers everything she knew once they arrived. That was fine with Chance. He'd known for a while that he wouldn't get away from this job. He only hoped he could take Garrett and Reggie with him. Some good should come from this debacle.
Once they were out on the street, they all three twisted back to Garrett's SUV. They were exposed on the street, in plain view of tons of witnesses...and people tended to remember guys in masks, carrying shotguns and bags bulging with money. Even the most unobservant person would probably notice that.
Grateful that Makayla and Neil hadn't been hurt, Chance dashed for the escape vehicle...only...it wasn't there. Garrett and Reggie stopped on the sidewalk and stared at the empty space where their car had been. Chance could hear sirens in the distance. He started laughing. He started belly laughing. Adrian. Adrian had finally showed up, and done the only thing he' been able to do in the situation. He'd stolen Garrett's car so he couldn't get away. He'd practically guaranteed that they'd all get caught.
It was the perfect way to get Garrett and Reggie busted without endangering the lives of the bank employees, who were already rushing to the door to securely lock it behind the criminals, denying them the opportunity to run back inside. They were stranded with the evidence of their crime clutched in their fingers. With the wail of the sirens so loud that it was clear they were right around the corner, it was also clear that they were finished. Chance laughed even harder.
Bravo, Adrian. When Chance was securely in his jail cell, right next to Garrett and Reggie, he'd have to send the man a thank you card.
Chapter 19
Betrayal
Makayla had never been so livid in all her life! The man she'd trusted, the man she'd foolishly let into her life, had double-crossed her. No, double-cross wasn't a strong enough word for what he'd done. He'd betrayed her on the very deepest levels of their souls. There was no going back from what he'd done. There were no more second chances. They were as over as a couple of people could get.
And he'd had the audacity to tell her that he was doing it for her! Really? He was stealing thousands of dollars of other people's hard-earned cash...for her? Did he think she needed, or even wanted, that much money? And he was back in bed with his brother---the man who'd beaten him senseless! Why on earth would he trust that man? Why on earth would he choose him over Makayla? Hadn't they been happy these last few weeks? Hadn't their lives been sort of idyllic?
They say blood is thicker than water...but Makayla didn't understand this at all. She didn't understand him at all. And as she watched him flee the scene of his deception, she was sure she'd never get an explanation.
As the rest of the hostages let out stuttered exhales of relief, Natalie and the other girls loudly crying, Makayla stood and started walking towards the doors. Neil popped up beside her, jerking back her arm. "Don't, Mack! I know you want to save the world one bad guy at a time, but leave this one to the pros...please." His pale eyes begged her to not storm out there and play a surely fatal game of cops and robbers.
Makayla hesitated as she stared at him. He didn't know who they'd just been threatened by. He didn't know that her boyfriend had just pointed a loaded gun at the both of them. Sadly, there was a lot Neil didn't know. "It was Chance, Neil...Chance held a gun to my face! I can't just let him get away!" She hissed the words, her voice almost inaudible in the cacophony of crying and cursing going on around them.
Ricky stood and ran to the doors, locking them. Makayla frowned at the security guard who was now blocking her escape. She had others though. She'd go out the back if she had to, but she wasn't about to let Chance and his brother get away.
Neil's mouth dropped wide open. "Chance? Your boyfriend, Chance?"
Makayla twisted on her heel, spinning to the hallway with the emergency exit. "Ex-boyfriend," she shouted.
Neil started to follow her, but Natalie, her perfectly applied mascara running down her cheeks as she sobbed, grabbed his arm and held him tight. Whether she was overly distraught and needed him, or sensed that he was about to do something foolish, Makayla wasn't sure. Either way she was grateful. For this foolish mission, Makayla preferred to be alone.
Ricky's voice on the phone to the police filled her ears, but Makayla pushed it from her head. They wouldn't get here in time, not unless they'd been called several minutes ago, and since Chance and his buddies had taken their cell phones when they'd first arrived, Makayla doubted they'd been called yet.
Running down the back hall, Makayla slammed her body into the bar across the fire exit. An alarm went off, screeching loudly throughout the building, but Makayla didn't care. She just had to get to Chance...tackle him, pin him down, then hogtie him for the cops. Maybe she'd even find a pretty bow and slap it on his back to complete her gift-wrapped present for the police.
Of course, she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to successfully take down three armed men...but that was a detail she could work out later. She just couldn't let them get away. It wasn't in her nature.
When she emerged on the street, Makayla immediately looked up the sidewalk. Surprisingly, Chance and his goons were still there, staring around themselves like they were momentarily at a loss. Makayla wasn't sure why, but she knew she had an opportunity here. As she dashed up the street, her only thought was that she hoped she didn't slip again. Why that was her only thought, she couldn't be sure. Adrenaline maybe? All other concerns were gone from her, she wasn't even afraid. All that filled her was a sense of justice...duty.
The wind whipped past her face as she ran. Her breath was heavy, both from the effort and from the hormones flooding her body. She nearly stopped in her tracks when she noticed that Chance was laughing hysterically. Why the heck was he laughing? What about any of this was funny? Makayla slowed her step, narrowly twisting her ankle in a crack on the sidewalk. Then she heard the approaching sirens. Someone had already called the cops and they were almost here. If she could delay the trio for a few minutes, they'd be busted holding the evidence. There'd be no talking their way out of it.
"Chance! Stop! Don't you move!"
Makayla wasn't sure what she expected to happen by yelling his name. She didn't really think that these hardened criminals would be deterred from escape by the sight of one, crazy, unarmed woman running their way, nor did she think they'd actually listen to her command. In all honesty, she hadn't meant to scream---she'd have preferred a stealthy attack---it had just slipped out in the heat of the moment. But her vocal outburst did have an effect...she now had the attention of all three robbers.
Chance stopped laughing as he stared at her. His eyes widened, the whites of them almost seeming to fill the open circles of his dark mask. His free hand came up in a warning to stay away. His head jerked back and forth, aggressively shaking in the negative. He yelled her name at the same time that the shorter of the remaining two robbers, Chance's brother, raised his weapon.
The adrenaline turned to ice as Makayla stared at the machine that was going to be the end of her. She mentally cursed her foolish idea. What had she been thinking? Running up to maniacs with both guns and the psycho demeanor to use them. She skidded to a halt and raised her hands in front of her body in some ridiculous instinctual form of protection. It wouldn't help. It wouldn't save her.
Just as a near-sonic boom filled the air, Chance spun and knocked the rifle upwards. Makayla could have sworn that she felt the air above her head shimmer with the force of the blast passing above her. Another foot or so, and it would have hit her square in the face. Makayla dropped to a hunch along with every other body on the street. Now that people were completely tuned into what was happening, screams filled the air. The sirens were even closer as Makayla ducked behind a car.
Breath fast, ice still coursing through her veins, Makayla heard the sounds of a scuffle. Glancing back, she saw that Chance was now engaged in a deadly battle...a battle she'd started. Garrett smacked Chance in the face with the end of his rifle. Chance crumpled, groaning. The big robber, Reggie, most likely, turned about, looking for an escape. With Chance a step or two away from him, Garrett lowered his gun to Chance's chest. Makayla screamed a warning, but Chance saw the threat and, dropping his weapon, he rammed his body into Garrett's chest. They both stumbled into the empty parking space on the street. The bag of money Garrett was holding dropped and loose bills floated up into the sky.
Reggie took a look at the melee and twisted to run. As Garrett and Chance started duking it out, Reggie tucked tail and darted down the street, away from the sounds of the approaching sirens...and towards Makayla. Thinking she could maybe get one of the bad guys, Makayla kept herself hidden behind the back of the car. As Reggie's bulk came into view, an image of Chance, bruised and bloodied, filled her vision. Rage overtaking her, she lunged for Reggie's legs. Makayla grunted with the impact, but smiled too. She'd taken him completely off guard and he went crashing to the pavement, his head smacking it with a resounding thump.
Makayla was dazed from the force of their bodies colliding, and stumbled as she stood up. Reggie groaned and dropped his hold on his bags of money. His gun, however, never left his hand. Even as his unfocused eyes swung around to find hers, the rifle in the big man's hands found her chest. A little dumbfounded that he'd retained his hold on the weapon, Makayla stared in shock. A body knocked her to the ground as another sonic boom hit the air.
The air whooshed from her lungs as she hit the concrete. A youthful security guard was lying on her. His face was wan and scrunched in pain. As he rolled to her side, he coughed up blood. Makayla's eyes widened at the dark stain spreading on his side. Whoever this youth was, he'd just saved her life, and he'd paid the price for it. She put her hands over his wounds, trying to staunch the flow, but her fingers were soon stained red as it broke through the feeble dam of her fingers. Tears stinging her vision, Makayla murmured repeated thank yous to the stranger who might die today protecting her.
Makayla heard Reggie gathering his bulk in an attempt to stand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Garrett and Chance still going to blows on the street. Thinking that she could do nothing to stop the thief, Makayla stayed with her wounded hero. Reggie smirked at her situation, then shifted to grab his bags of loot. Greedy coward.
As Reggie started to sprint away, Makayla felt a bulge on the security guard's belt. Instinctually knowing what it was, she pulled it free and immediately aimed it at Reggie. Twin bolts shot from the tazor and landed in his thigh. He screamed and jerked about as the current fried his system. He dropped to the concrete again, stunned into submission. Makayla smiled.
Some helpful citizens around Makayla started snapping out of their shock and rushed to help her with the security guard and Reggie. A few men held the masked robber down while another bystander pulled off his sweatshirt and held the fabric to the guard's side. Standing, weapon in hand, Makayla left the guard and strode over to Garrett and Chance. She approached the pair right as Garrett socked Chance with a vicious uppercut. His mask having been ripped off in the fray, Chance was streaming blood from a cut above his eye. Garrett looked no better, his mask also gone now.
Seeing Garrett's rifle several feet away, Makayla aimed the tazer between the two men, not sure which one to hit first. She wasn't even sure if this thing had anymore juice in it, but she had to try. Chance flew to his back after Garrett's last punch, and Makayla took the opportunity to fire.
Nothing happened.
Her eyes wide, Makayla watched Garrett look over at her and sneer. Remembering her training, Makayla used the heavy gun to whack him in the temple. She immediately followed it with a well placed thrust of her pointy-toed high heel. Thanking Sofia for the endless squats she always made her do, Makayla felt the pure power behind her strike. Garrett's smirk was gone as he landed heavily on the street. He didn't move. Makayla turned her attention to Chance...the last thief she had to bring to justice.
He stood, a prideful smile on his face. "You are amazing, Makayla...I hope you don't give up on your dreams."
She stepped towards him, tazer clenched in her hand like brass knuckles. "I don't intend to, Colton."
He nodded. "Good." Just as her hand came around to grab him, Chance's car squealed to a stop in front of them. The door pushed open, and Chance and Makayla looked over at Adrian's anxious face. "Get in!"
Chance didn't hesitate, immediately diving into his vehicle. Makayla made a grab for him, but was seconds too late. As his little blue compact spun out around a corner, the red and blue flashing lights of the Cavalry flew into the chaotic street.
As sirens wailed, tires screeched to a stop, innocent bystanders screamed, and rough voices barked out demands for everyone to remain still, Makayla's mind spun and twisted. What the hell just happened? How did her life go from on the verge to being perfect, to being horrid in one afternoon?
As she sank to her knees, her strength and adrenaline gone, she wondered what to do now. Feeling Neil's warm arms wrap around her, Makayla did the last thing she wanted to do. She brought her red-smeared fingers to her face and started to cry.
Neil sat beside her on the sidewalk as she sobbed. Makayla hated to be that weak, but she'd just been through a moment that would have shaken most people. And for her it was even worse---she'd just lost the man who had her heart. There was no way they could be together now. Not after this betrayal.
A couple of police cars backed away from the bank and took off after Chance and Adrian once they realized that one robber had gotten away. Makayla was pretty sure that they wouldn't catch them. The remaining officers swarmed the area, guns at the ready for more threats. But the only threats nearby were now being cuffed and escorted into the back of a squad car. Bruised and bloodied, Garrett gave Makayla a look of cold intent; she met his gaze defiantly, even through her mass of tears. Reggie still looked dazed from the shock she'd given him and stumbled a little on his way to the car.
As Makayla watched the two men and waited to be questioned for her part in all of this, Neil rubbed her shoulders. Makayla wasn't sure how he'd broken away from Natalie, but she was tremendously glad that he had; she needed her best friend right then. Even if he did ask a question she'd been dreading.
"Mack? That guy driving the car that Chance ducked into...was that...? No, I was seeing things, right? That wasn't...it couldn't have been...Adrian?" His voice was little more than a whisper in her ear.
Makayla sighed and looked over at him. Wiping her eyes, she nodded. "Yeah, you saw right...it was Adrian. He's involved in this too somehow. I'm sorry." She laid her head on his shoulder. "We both got screwed."
She felt Neil shake his head, heard him mutter, "Adrian? My Adrian? I don't believe it...I don't believe he'd get mixed up with...any of this. That's not like him at all..."
Makayla clasped his hand. She understood the feeling he was going through. She was still going through it herself. How could Chance do this to her? To them? He'd ruined their relationship...he'd ruined everything. And for nothing. As she watched uniformed officers collecting the loose bills floating along the street, stuffing them into one of the bags of cash that belonged to the bank, she couldn't understand what had possessed her boyfriend.
She figured if their plan hadn't been foiled, the crooks would have gotten away with a quarter of a million dollars. It wouldn't have been nearly so much if Chance hadn't forced her to open the vault. He must have scoped her out, known that the lazy manager had entrusted her with access to it. Come to think of it, he'd also led her to the exact room the safe was in. And the secret guard hadn't been a secret either. The more she thought about it, the more Makayla realized that Chance had been playing her all along...using her to spy on the bank, all so he could rob it.
Anger flashing up her spine, Makayla began to wonder if anything Chance had told her had been true. Had he used her from the very start? Had he always intended to thrust a gun in her face? Had he ever really loved her?
The more she puzzled the pieces together, the clearer the image became. No, no he hadn't. He'd been manipulating her from day one. He'd chosen her in the movie theater...chosen her because she worked at the bank. Then he'd introduced himself in such a way that Makayla couldn't help but take notice, couldn't help but to be intrigued. It's even possible that he'd known that about her before the movie theater, known that she wouldn't go for any typical pickup lines. Maybe he'd been watching her for a while prior to that meeting. God, that thought gave her chills.
If everything about him was a lie, then Garrett must be a lie too. They probably weren't brothers at all. She sighed, her sobs easing into hiccups. Of course they weren't...they were accomplices. They'd been working together all along. God, for all she knew, Chance had asked Garrett to beat the crap out of him, just to convince her that he was in danger. And she'd fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. She was such an idiot.
She wasn't sure how Adrian fit into the deception, but he must somehow. Maybe he was a just another accomplice in the robbery. Maybe he was their getaway man and he'd just been too late to help the others. She wasn't sure, but she knew he was involved...and she had to tell Neil now. He had to know that his ex-boyfriend wasn't the man he thought he was, just like hers wasn't.
An ambulance and fire truck arrived at the scene, their sirens mixing into a sad but beautiful duet. Makayla turned to watch the paramedics pull a stretcher out of the back. Glancing at her red fingers, she hoped her mysterious stranger was alright. He'd risked everything to save her, blown in from out of nowhere and literally jumped into the face of danger to save her life. It was the most heroic thing anyone had ever done for her. A pang in her belly reminded her that Chance had saved her life too, by knocking away Garrett's gun blast. If it hadn't been for him, she'd have been splatter on the pavement long before the guard had jerked her to the ground. But, then again, all of this was Chance's fault, so she didn't feel as thankful as she probably should have. Plus, Chance's injuries had been pretty minor. He hadn't taken a bullet at any rate.
Standing, Makayla pulled Neil over to where the groaning man was being lifted. A police officer held the two of them back from the man, but Makayla pointed over to where his limp body was being arranged on the makeshift bed. "Please, he saved my life. I just want to tell him thank you, before it's too late."
Makayla wasn't sure if the man was critically injured or not, but it looked bad. The officer nodded and allowed Neil and Makayla to pass. As she stepped up to the stretcher, Makayla asked a petite, blonde, blue-eyed paramedic if the security guard would be alright.
"Don't know yet, Ma'am, he took a pretty bad hit." The young woman looked over at her burly EMT partner. "I hear he's the one that spotted the robbery, called in the cops." She nodded at her partner and they simultaneously pushed the contraption into the back of the ambulance.
As its wheels folded in on itself, Makayla whispered, "I need to thank him...he saved my life."
The paramedics shoved him all of the way inside; his face was ashen, his eyes fluttered under closed lids, his breath misted the inside of an oxygen mask. He didn't look like he'd hear any thanks Makayla made at this point. He looked like he was hanging onto life by a very thin line. She'd thanked him repeatedly on the street, but Makayla had hoped to thank him again, maybe learn his name.
The male paramedic hopped inside the ambulance with the fallen hero. The girl prepped to jump inside, then looked back at Makayla. "We'll do our best to keep him alive," she told Makayla matter-of-factly, then she hopped in.
Neil squeezed Makayla's shoulders as the paramedic's ominous words tumbled through her brain. Just as the girl started to shut the heavy door, her partner telling the driver that they were good to go, Makayla asked, "Wait, I don't even know his name?"
The paramedic paused. "Joseph." She pointed over to an older security guard being questioned by some police officers. He was misty-eyed, and anxiously watching the ambulance. "His partner called him Joseph."
Makayla nodded and the paramedic slammed the door shut. Leaning against Neil, Makayla watched as the blocky vehicle sped its passenger to safety. Her guardian angel had a name...Joseph. Closing her eyes, Makayla took a moment to thank him. She prayed he would live.
After the ambulance pulled away, numbness went through Makayla. She supposed it was shock, but it kept the hysterics at bay so she welcomed it. She watched the officers take witness statements, recording all of their vital information, as she waited with Neil in a soft chair in the bank's lobby. Watching the men and women doing the job that she longed to do one day, no, the job that she would do one day, Makayla couldn't help but wonder if they'd caught Chance or not. A part of her wanted him to remain free.
It was a small part though. Most of her wanted him to be where he belonged, safely behind bars, right next to his father...if any of that story had been true. She then wondered if the sad story about his mother and his little brother dying in the Oklahoma bombing had been true. God, was he even from Oklahoma? Maybe the accent was just as fake as he was.
Twisting over to look at Neil, his gray eyes watching the officers as well, Makayla felt like it was time to come clean with what she knew. Sighing, she put a hand on Neil's thigh. His glum face twisted to look at hers, reluctance clear in his features, like he knew what she was going to say. "I should tell you...about Adrian."
He sighed and looked down. "Yeah, I figured you might." He kept his head down for a minute and a flash of guilt ran through Makayla. She hated to break his bubble of what his relationship had been, she knew exactly how that felt, but being kept in the dark was no better, and she wouldn't do that to him. After another second, Neil looked back up at her. His eyes were calm, accepting. He knew that being in the dark was no option either. "What do you know?"
In a quiet voice, Makayla began to tell him everything that she knew about the seemingly simple man that Neil had once dated. She didn't have a whole lot of facts to tell him, but she confessed all of Chance's stories about Adrian and let Neil come to his own conclusion about his ex-love. His eyes misted as he listened, the veil over his illusionary relationship lifting to reveal something twisted and convoluted with lies. There was no way to know for sure without asking Adrian, but Neil quickly came to the same conclusion Makayla had.
"He's one of them...they were all in this together."
Makayla nodded, her eyes filling again. "Yep. They used us...both of us."
Neil nodded and looked back over to the officers now approaching them. He reached down to grab her hand. "We don't let them get away with this, Makayla."
They met eyes and Makayla nodded. "Agreed."
No, there was absolutely no way she was going to let Chance get away with robbing her bank, shoving a loaded weapon in her face, associating himself with two men who'd fired shotguns at her, and then escaping it all with Adrian. But, if she were going to be honest, none of those were the real reasons she'd never let him get away. It was pure and simple revenge that would keep her on his tail. He'd made her fall in love with him, then used her...for money. That wouldn't go unpunished.
Makayla looked up at a slim, male officer when her name was called. He had a determination on his face that Makayla instantly admired. Walking over to him, she was reminded of the guard who'd been whisked away. She hoped Joseph was alright.
As the officer had her take a seat across from him, Makayla made her mind focus on every detail of the encounter that she could. And since she had an eye for details, she was able to give the officer a mountain of information...especially about Chance. She held nothing back when it came to him. She had so much to say in fact, that the officer immediately handed her over to another cop who escorted her down to the station so she could give a more thorough statement.
Makayla took a deep inhale as she walked through the halls bustling with people in uniforms. Smiling, she told the officer at her side, "I'm going to work here one day."
The man gave her a placating smile, but his female partner nodded at Makayla. "Good, we need a few more girls around here."
Makayla smiled back at her as they moved her into an office. For a moment she wished they'd moved her into the room with the two-way mirror, but it was a regular room with a regular desk that she was shuffled into. Staring at all of the paperwork on the messy desk, Makayla spotted the plaque with the officer's name on it. She automatically pictured her own there and smiled. Despite the hurt in her heart, she had something to keep her going---a drive that even Chance and his monumental stab in the back couldn't derail. If anything, he'd just strengthened it. Just as she'd told him with their final words to each other, she didn't intend to give up on her dream.
After she gave her vivid account of her last few weeks with Colton Burke, the officers brought in a sketch artist and had Makayla help the man draw him. Once they were finished, Makayla stared at a perfect recreation of the man she loved. The artist got everything right---the simple, but stylish haircut, the warm eyes, the angle of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the general air of a man who looked no more threatening than the average small town, good Samaritan neighbor.
But looks were deceiving. He was dangerous. He'd held a gun to her face, ordered her to do things she hadn't wanted to do. And he was deceitful---a liar and a manipulator. Makayla's heart hardened as she nodded her head at the artist. "Yep, that's him. That's who robbed the bank. That's Colton Burke."
When the officers let her go, Makayla walked out of the room a little dazed. This was definitely not how she'd seen their relationship ending. Staring across the hall, Makayla looked through a giant window into another office. Neil was in there, running his hand back through his shaggy hair and trying to describe Adrian to the artist who was in the room with him now. They'd both been escorted over to the station once Neil's history with the getaway man was revealed.
Neil glanced up and saw Makayla watching him through the glass. They gave each other soft, supportive smiles. Makayla figured she should go into the room and help Neil with his description. Even though Neil was the one who'd dated him, Makayla could probably describe Adrian in better detail---her brain was just wired that way. Exhaling, suddenly very tired after her draining day, Makayla waved a goodbye to him and left Neil on his own. He'd get the artist to a decent enough picture that an alert for Adrian could be released. Come tomorrow morning, there wouldn't be too many places the pair could hide.
Makayla brushed past men and women wearing crisp uniforms as she made her way outside. A couple of squad cars were in the parking lot. She'd ridden in the back of one on the way to the station. It had been just as exhilarating as she'd imaged it would be, especially with her eyes glued on the officer and his command station of gadgets in the front seat. But even though it had been exciting, her heart hadn't really been in it. Her heart was still lying in that bank, broken, shattered beyond repair. She really didn't know how she'd mend that mangled organ back together. At the moment, it didn't really seem possible.
Deciding that standing around, waiting for an officer to be free enough to give her a ride back to her car, wasn't going to help her twisted emotions, Makayla started walking. At first, she hadn't been conscious of where she was going, she just needed to get away. But after a while direction seemed to come to her and her steps over the cracked sidewalks of Plymouth starting heading out to the hospital where the wounded hero had been taken.
It was early evening now, but the sun still lit the skyline, its heat warm on her cheeks and arms. The air was still and clean, and if it weren't for the events of the last several hours, Makayla would have considered it a perfect evening for a stroll. She might have even made the suggestion to Chance when she'd gotten home from work. They could have talked some more about what to do about his crazy brother. They would have talked about Chance's job, and whether or not he'd been successful in asking for fulltime...since that was the story he'd given her this morning, when she'd woken up and he'd been gone. He'd said he was going into work, securing his career for their future...not planning a bank heist.
Makayla shut her mind off and concentrated on nothing more than placing one high-heeled foot in front of another. No point in thinking about a future that was never real in the first place.
By the time Makayla got to the hospital, the sky was starting to darken. Makayla wiped her palms on her dark slacks as she walked through the automatic doors, both to wipe off the sweat, and to try and rub off the remaining red tinge of her blood-smeared fingers.
Taking a moment to make herself presentable, Makayla ducked into one of the several unisex bathrooms dotting the halls and washed her hands. Staring up at her drawn face, she splashed some water on her cheeks for color. It washed away some of her makeup, but Makayla really didn't care at this point, she just didn't want the hospital staff asking if she needed to be admitted since she was so ashen.
Sighing as she ran her fingers through the slight wave that had reentered her normally board-straight hair, Makayla figured she was as decent as she was going to be tonight. And considering what she'd gone through, she looked a lot better than she could have, bloodshot eyes and all.
A polite query at the receptionist's desk got her Joseph's room number. Luckily, he was out of surgery and in a room recovering. Makayla exhaled with relief that he was still alive. She'd have felt absolutely horrid if he'd died because of her. Hurrying her way to the second floor, she noted the door plaques until she got to the very last one in the hall. The door was ajar when she got there, so she gave it a light push and let herself in.
The room was eerily dark. Heavy curtains were drawn over the windows and the only light seeping into the room was coming up from under the bathroom door. Makayla could make out the shape of Joseph on the bed, seemingly deep in sleep, could see the outlines of tubes in his nose helping him to breathe. He looked pale in the faint light of the room, a ghost lying in a ghostly white bed. But he wasn't alone in this solemn space.
A man sat on the edge of the bed, his head down, his back to Makayla. Just over the soft whirring and buzzing of the machines in the room, Makayla heard the man say, "I'm so sorry, Joseph, I never wanted this to happen to you. I never wanted you involved. I never wanted anyone to get hurt..."
Makayla's back stiffened as the familiar southern tang in the voice hit her ears. Feeling faint and at the same time furious, she stepped to the edge of Joseph's bed. The visitor turned to look at her and Makayla's heart seized at the love and warmth she saw reflected back to her in those dark eyes, eyes that didn't look surprised to see her.
"Chance? What the hell are you doing here?"
Sighing, he stood from Joseph's bed and faced her. "Hello, Makayla. I was hoping I would run into you before I left town. I think we have a few things to talk about, don't you?"
Makayla's jaw dropped as far as it would possibly go. A few things? More like everything! Her mind was spinning so hard and so fast that Makayla could only stupidly stammer out, "Uh, well...yeah."
Chapter 20
A Choice
She looked great. No, considering she'd just been held at gunpoint, knocked out two shotgun-wielding men, and then been questioned for hours by the police, she looked amazing. Chance knew he was stupid for still being in the city, Adrian had pretty much told him that right to his face, but Chance had to stay and explain...if he even could. There was a lot that was unforgiveable, but if he could somehow make Makayla see that he wasn't as evil as she probably thought he was, then maybe they could separate on amicable terms.
God, he hated the thought that they were separating at all. They wouldn't, if it were up to him. But he knew that Makayla would never be with him after this. It just wouldn't happen.
Chance indicated a chair next to Joseph's bed for Makayla to sit in, since she might want to for this conversation. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him instead. Chance sighed, then nodded. He knew she wouldn't react well to this. Honestly, he was a little surprised that she hadn't dive-bombed for the phone yet. Makayla seemed a little surprised by that too. Staring at the clunky contraption on the nightstand next to comatose Joseph's head, she snipped, "I should turn you in right now."
Chance smiled, nodding again. "Yes, you probably should...but you won't." At least, he hoped she wouldn't. Not yet anyway.
Her eyes snapped back to his, the pale blue depths cold and icy. It was a look he hadn't seen on her since he'd stolen her wallet, what felt like a lifetime ago. It was a look he'd been hoping to avoid ever seeing again, but in the back of his mind he'd known this would happen. She was too smart for him to hide his true nature forever.
"Why wouldn't I?" She clipped each word like just having a civil conversation was a struggle for her. She probably wanted to scream at him, and he wouldn't blame her if she chose to...although the hospital staff may not appreciate it.
Chance gave her a casual smile, his heart breaking. "Because you're curious, and you want to hear my side of the story first." He glanced over to the phone. "If you turn me in, you'll never get to hear it. And trust me, I know how that feels...having unanswered questions that haunt you."
She harrumphed but Chance ignored her for a second, remembering his own unanswered questions. He'd been so reckless with his father, he'd never asked him anything, and now it was too late. He didn't want Makayla to have the same regret.
Chance's vision drifted to the young, eager guard asleep in the sterile bed that Chance was sitting on. He'd always grudgingly put up with Joseph's rigid moral streak, but he'd never imagined the man would be foolhardy enough to go up against shotguns with a tazer. Brave and foolish. He was lucky to still be alive. Makayla too for that matter.
Twisting to look at her, Chance memorized her features. He could have lost her today. He almost had, twice. She was just as crazy as Joseph...they were almost the perfect, insane pair. And her reckless sense of justice was going to get her killed one day if she didn't learn to be more cautious. Maybe he could teach her that, before this was all said and done. His last lesson to her.
Smiling sadly, he indicated the chair again. "Sit. Talk to me a moment."
She stared, standing, clearly not wanting to do anything he asked her to do. She even started tapping her foot. "I told the police everything about you. Your likeness will be all over the news by morning."
Chance looked down at the pair of sneakers he'd changed into. He'd ditched his clothes right after escaping the scene with Adrian. Right now they were probably warming the back of some lucky homeless man who'd fight tooth and nail to keep them. Not that it really mattered if they found his clothes. Between Makayla, Garrett, and Reggie, Chance's cover was blown wide open. Colton Burke was no more...
Glancing up at her, he shrugged. "I didn't actually steal anything or hurt anyone, so I doubt I'll make the National news. I'm sure I'll be able to slip out of the state before anyone's the wiser."
Makayla narrowed her eyes at him. "And where will you go? They'll be looking for you...you'll always have to watch your back."
Chance sighed. He'd have to burn his alias and be more careful with his nickname, but Chance himself was safe. He'd start over in a new town with a new name and a new life. He'd done it before when he'd had to escape an area that was too hot. None of this was new to him. Except the hole in his chest at the thought of never seeing Makayla again...that was new.
"They'll be looking for Colton Burke, Makayla, and he's not me...and I'm not him."
A searing jolt went through his body at admitting that to her. The pain intensified as he watched the icy shock of realization flash in her eyes. "Colton's not your real name...it really was all a lie?"
Chance raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd correctly surmised any part of his con. Did she know that Garrett wasn't his brother? Had she guessed that his family's history wasn't nearly so tragic? He wanted to ask, but it didn't feel right to put her on the hot seat. It was time for him to be answering the questions, not asking them. He shook his head. "Yes, he was a lie...it was all a lie."
He bit his lip. Except loving you...that was true.
Makayla cupped her face. She grabbed chunks of her hair and looked like she was about ready to start yanking sections out of her scalp. Chance stood and put his hands on her forearms. He didn't want her to hurt herself in her frustrations...better if she turned her anger towards him. And she did.
The moment he touched her she snapped her face up to his and released her long, silky hair. Then she shoved him back by his shoulders. Chance took a step back, propelled by her force.
"Everything!" she hissed. "Everything about you was a lie?"
"Nearly everything, yes..."
Chance raised his hands to block his body, just in case she decided to attack, but digging her nails into her palms, she restrained herself. Her body shook with the effort. "Then who the hell are you? What's your real name?"
Chance looked away, not sure what to say. That was the question he pondered everyday of his life. Who was he? Where did he come from? God, what the hell was his real name? Looking back at her, he shook his head. "I don't know, Makayla."
She snorted in disbelief. "Right, you don't know your real name. You expect me to believe that? You just don't want to tell me because you don't want the police to know."
Chance smirked. She had a good point, but, unfortunately, Chance was telling the truth. "I don't expect you to believe me, I really don't, but I'm telling you the truth now. I go by Chance because that was the name that my father...well, the person who raised me...called me." He lifted an eyebrow. "He gave me the nickname...and I don't know my real one. I don't know my real family...I don't know anything real about myself."
Makayla stared at him with a blank expression, clearly not understanding or believing anything he'd just said. Chance sighed and stared at a black stain on the hospital floor. "I wasn't lying about setting my father up to take the fall. I did. I got him arrested and put away." He looked back up at her. "I just didn't tell you the real reason why. I didn't tell you what he did to me."
Makayla's face softened and Chance saw the spark of curiosity in her eyes. Her voice, however, was hard as steel. "Why should I care about anything you tell me? You put a gun in my face, Chance."
For the hundredth time, Chance wished he hadn't had to do that to her. "It was never loaded, Makayla. You weren't in any danger...not from me."
She blinked, genuinely surprised. Sadness swept through Chance that she believed that he was capable of doing her harm. But, then again, she didn't really know him so how could he blame her for thinking him capable of doing anything?
"It wasn't...? Why...?"
She stumbled on her words, but Chance quickly explained. "Garrett was going to kill me if I didn't help him with the robbery. He was going to put a bullet in your brain if I didn't make it look convincing. I had...no choice."
Her posture relaxed as she stared at him. "You always have a choice..."
Chance smirked, not bothering to respond. The naive always thought there was a way out. And maybe there had been, but no solutions had been left to him that hadn't put her in danger. He'd done what he could to protect her. That had been his only choice.
Makayla shook her head as she stared at him. Finally sitting in the chair he'd offered her, she murmured, "So, if everything is a lie, then Garrett isn't your brother?"
She looked up at him as he resumed his seat on the edge of Joseph's bed. The machine Joseph was hooked up to beeped, but the man had been medicated into a deep slumber, and wouldn't hear any part of Chance's confession. "No, he's not." Seeing the look of defeat and betrayal on Makayla's face, Chance leaned forward and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm a con man, Makayla. That's what I do, that's what I've always done. Garrett hired me to help him hit the bank...when Adrian bailed on the job."
"Jesus..." The shock on her face was so permanent now that Chance wasn't sure if she'd ever stop looking that way.
Shaking his head, he continued, "I was supposed to seduce you and get you to help us break into the bank in the middle of the night, when no employees or customers would be around to get hurt." He shrugged. "It was supposed to be a victimless crime. It was supposed to be easy."
Makayla bristled at his words. "I told you once before, Chance, there are no such things as victimless crimes!" Chance lowered his head. Yeah, he knew that...deep in his heart, he knew that. It was one of the many reasons he'd been thinking of getting out...he was getting out. He just didn't have the stomach for it anymore.
As he absorbed her words, she added, "You actually thought I would help you? What about me made you think I'd break the law for you?"
Hating himself more than he ever thought possible, Chance lowered his gaze from hers. He just couldn't face her for this bit of truth. "Yes, you would have...if you believed my life was on the line."
He heard the screech of the chair against the linoleum as she shot up out of the chair. "You did fake your injuries!"
Chance glanced up at her enraged eyes, a little surprised that she'd pieced that together so quickly too. "Well, no, they were real injuries...I just...allowed them to happen."
She ran her hands back through her hair. "Oh my God, Chance." She started pacing the room, then stopped and looked back at him. "They beat the shit out of you...and you allowed it?" She shook her head in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Chance gave her a rueful grin. "Good question."
Shaking her head, she resumed her pacing. "I can't believe this. I can't believe you." She stopped, her hands flying to her mouth. Eyes wide, she slowly dropped her fingers. "I slept with you after your attack. I finally trusted you after your attack. And that was all a part of your plan?" Her face heated as the truth wrapped around her. "Your plan to seduce me!"
Chance shied away from her anger, welcoming it as much as he hated it. She should be angry, she should hate him, but he still wanted her love too, impossible as that was now. "I couldn't go through with it, Makayla," he whispered. His eyes stung as he remembered their tender moments. He'd never had that closeness before and he was sure he'd never have it again.
Through the moisture hazing his vision, Chance stood and locked his hands over her arms. "I meant what I said afterwards. I do love you. It may have started out a con, but somewhere along the way I developed real feelings for you, and the moment I realized that, I knew I couldn't go through with the con. It's the reason I never asked you to do the bank job. I couldn't. And I wasn't going to. I was going to give it all up. I was going to stay with you, and give it all up."
Her lips firmed into a hard line and color flushed her cheeks. "Stop lying to me. You never loved me."
Her pale eyes glistened and Chance stepped into her body. "No, that's not true. I did fall in love with you. I do love you. I broke the only rule a con man has...I fell for the mark." Resting his head against hers, he locked onto her eyes. "I love you...and it's not a lie."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at him. "I don't want to believe you," she whispered.
Chance swallowed and nodded. "I know...but you do, and that's why this hurts so much."
She shoved him back again, and Chance let her go. He knew he had to anyway. "If you loved me so much, then how could you stomach lying to me! How could you use me!"
Chance ran his hands down his face, then let them drop to his sides. "Makayla, I got into a bad situation with some very dangerous people. Adrian and I were trying to figure out a way to get them out of our lives, so you and Neil could be safe...we just ran out of time."
She was defiantly shaking her head and Chance grabbed her arms again. "Baby, I was trying to keep you safe. I was trying to keep you out of harm's way."
Her eyes narrowed to points as she spat out, "You're the reason I was in harm's way in the first place! You can't put me in danger and then try to play the hero when you get me out of it!" She shook her head. "And you didn't even do that. I got me out of it! You...you ran."
Chance looked away. He knew that wasn't entirely true, he had stopped Garrett from shooting her after all, but he also knew that she was about five steps beyond angry, and he wasn't going to argue semantics with her now. "I did the best I could, Makayla."
"It wasn't good enough, Colton...or whoever the hell you are."
Chance looked back at her and nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." Makayla closed her eyes and her lips started to tremble. Chance could tell she was on the verge of losing it. He could also tell that she didn't want to lose it in front of him. She wanted to remain strong. Hating that he'd put her in this situation, when all he'd wanted to do was love her, Chance cupped her cheek. A tear bubbled up and rolled down her skin, running along his finger. "I am so sorry, Makayla. And I will always love you. I hope you believe that, if nothing else."
She shook her head but Chance didn't give her an opportunity to speak. Leaning in, he placed his lips against hers.
Rigid and hard, she resisted him at first. Chance cringed, waiting for her to assault him...but she didn't. After a moment, her coolness faded and she relaxed into their tender moment. Chance savored it, knowing it was the last one they'd ever have. Chance wasn't sure what he would do now, where he would go, but he knew he'd be leaving a part of his heart behind. Oh well, at least she'd be safe now. With him gone, and Reggie and Garrett well on their way to being locked up, Makayla was finally safe. He could leave with that small comfort to keep him warm.
Chance never wanted their lips to part, but all too soon Makayla pulled away from him. Pushing his shoulders back, her expression became guarded. "How many girls have you done this to, Chance? How many have you seduced...manipulated?"
Chance stiffened at her question. There was no way he could answer this. There was also no way he could lie about this. He shrugged. "I don't know. A half-dozen...a dozen...maybe more." Seeing her eyes widen, he quickly added, "But none of them meant anything to me. You're the only one I ever had feelings for. The only one I ever wanted to not be conning. The only one I stopped conning." He bit his lip, knowing he sounded like he was feeding her a line.
Her face hardened as she took a step back. Seeing her disappointment, her anger, he raised his hands. "It's all I've known, Makayla. My entire life has been using people...it was the first thing I was ever taught." He looked down and sighed. "Would you believe that I've never even dated...not for myself anyway." He looked back up at her. "Not for anything that wasn't a job." He smiled, remembering his few weeks of peace with her. "Until you. That dinner we went to at that fancy restaurant was probably my first real date...ever."
Makayla swallowed, her watery eyes refilling. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"
Chance sighed, shaking his head. "No, I just...wanted you to know that."
Swiping a tear from her cheek, Makayla snapped out, "What do you mean it's all you've known? Why would your father teach you to con people?"
Chance put his fingers in his back pocket and leaned back on his hip. Watching her face very intently, he told her, "He took me from my family at birth and raised me as his son, so he could teach me what he knew and mold me into the perfect partner. And that's why I put him away."
Makayla's stared at him blankly. "He...what?"
Chance shrugged, the heartache he was feeling momentarily shifting to fiery rage. "He needed an infant for a job he was doing and...borrowed me. It worked out so well for him that he kept me." Looking out the dark window to the blackness beyond, Chance felt goose bumps prick his flesh as he remembered the day in a hospital, similar to this one, when he'd discovered the truth. "I didn't know any of that until a year ago. I believed that I was his legitimate son, until I ran into an ex-partner of his that knew the truth. He told me on his death bed. I turned on my dad so fast after that, I never even learned my real name..."
Chance looked back at her when he felt Makayla's fingers on his arm. He swallowed at the compassion he saw on her face. Maybe he should have told her all of this before. Maybe he should have told her everything the night they'd made love. He'd just been so sure she'd leave him. "He raised me to hurt people, Makayla. It's all I know. But I wanted to change for you...I really did."
Her fingers came up to his cheek, brushing aside a tear he hadn't even realized was there. Some scars still hurt, and this was still a fresh one for Chance. Makayla shook her head as she watched his inner pain tumble through his features. "I wish you had," she whispered.
Chance sighed, disappointment rushing through him. A part of him had hoped that she'd somehow take him back once she'd learned his real history. But, tragic as it was, it wasn't enough to save them, and he knew it. "So...where do we go from here?" he asked.
Leaning forward, Makayla placed a soft kiss upon his lips. She continued trailing feather-light kisses along his jaw until she got to his ear. A jolt of electricity went through Chance at her caress. When she got close enough, she husked out, "You go to jail, Chance."
He closed his eyes and considered saying okay. He could give himself up, stand trial for armed robbery. He could serve ten-to-twenty, and hope and pray that Makayla would wait for him on the other side. Maybe she'd even visit him in prison and help him pass the time in...intimate...ways. But then the thought of years in confinement settled around him. He could feel the weight of it already. Being chained to one place, following all of the mundane rules shackled upon him, living out an ordinary Joe Blow life once he was released...as a middle-aged man. Could he do that? Even if he somehow survived serving his time, could he really give up all of the urges that had plagued him his whole life? Urges he'd struggled to tame even while being happy with Makayla?
Everything inside of him screamed no! But...if he was going to keep Makayla, saying yes was the only option he had. Chance showing her his responsible side, his desire to change, his desire for redemption, was the only way she'd stay by his side. What had she said to him before? Everyone needs someone to lean on, and she wanted to be that person for him. Everyone deserves redemption.
The question was...did he want it bad enough? Did he want her bad enough?
That answer was simple. He did. He'd give himself up today if he'd really get to be with her, but he was pretty sure that ship had already sailed. She wouldn't wait a decade or two for him. Sure, she'd say that she would, and they might work out for a year or two, but Makayla was a vibrant, vivacious woman, and some man was going to take notice of her. He'd convince her that dating a felon was beneath her---which it was---and then he'd sweep her away and marry her. Chance would lose her and his freedom...and what would be the point of that?
Opening his eyes, he pulled away from her embrace. Seeing the disappointment filling her features, even before he'd spoken, Chance wondered if she'd understand. Probably not. She'd probably always assume that he'd chosen a life of crime over her. She'd think the worst of him. Well, maybe he could change her mind by example. He wouldn't go to jail, he couldn't, but he could conquer the beast within and live an honest life from here on out. He could make her proud...even from a distance.
The gorgeous depths of her eyes hardened, turning so icy that Chance could almost feel the chill emanating from them. No, she wasn't going to understand. Sighing, he shook his head. "I can't go to jail, Makayla." He shrugged as her brows furrowed. "You expect me to stay locked up in a 6x9 for the next twenty years...maybe share a bunk above my dad...because I was trying to protect you? How does that make any sense for me?"
She lifted her chin. "You could have stopped the robbery before it even began. You could have turned Garrett in weeks ago---"
He stopped her by lifting an eyebrow. "On what? I had no proof that he was doing anything wrong." He pointed his finger out the window, to the dark world outside. "Why do you think so many bad guys are free to roam the earth, Makayla? It's not because no one is aware that they're bad. It's because you need proof to convict someone of a crime---irrefutable proof." He lifted his hands in a shrug. "The world is not as cut and dry as you wish it to be...the bad guys don't wear black while the good guys shine in white. And if you're going to become a part of the force trying to fight the darkness, then you need to learn that nothing is simple. Everyone is a con artist, Makayla...everyone."
She shook her head. "I don't believe that."
He looked down to the ground before meeting her eye. "You don't believe it...yet...but you will. The longer you spend chasing guys like me, guys like Garrett, you'll see...you'll get it. Everyone lies, everyone is deceitful, everyone has a bad side to them." He sighed. "You just have to concentrate your efforts on the ones that no longer have a good side."
Makayla put her hands on her hips. "Are you seriously telling me that I should let you go because you're not as bad as the others...because you're actually a good guy?"
Chance smirked. "I never said I was a good guy...but, yes...I'm not a threat to anyone. I want to start over. I want to lead an honest life...if you'll let me."
She frowned, then her lip started to tremble again. "I don't believe you. I think you're playing me again, telling me what you know I want to hear, just so I'll let you go." She pointed to the bed, where he'd confessed his hardest secret to her---his actual past. "Everything you told me right now was probably a lie." She raised an eyebrow. "Kidnapped at birth, trained to be a criminal...really?" She gave him a condescending smile. "That was probably one of your lamest stories...you're losing your edge."
Chance smiled at the look on her face, then sighed. "Go to the Penitentiary in Mercer, Pennsylvania and ask to see John Smith if you don't believe me." He shrugged. "That's the name my father is doing time under...he thinks it's funny." Chance shook his head. "He's got nothing to lose by telling you the truth." Chance twisted his lips as he considered his father getting even by spilling all of their secrets, all of their trademarks. Chance would have a much harder time hiding if Makayla used him as a source...but, maybe that made the situation a little fairer. "In fact, he'd probably love to tell you everything he knows about me. You should find him more than willing to help you catch me."
Makayla chewed on her lip, her eyes locking in that piece of information. Yes, she'd definitely use his father against him. He'd have to hide in the middle of nowhere now. He'd have to live a life so honest that he didn't even get a parking ticket. God, it sounded...boring...but, if it kept him out of prison then it's what he'd have to do. Besides, he'd already lost Makayla, his freedom was the only thing he had that was worth protecting now. That thought would certainly help curb his demons.
Looking back to the bed, Chance examined Joseph's prone body. Grief and guilt washed through him again at the sight. Foolish idiot. "Sorry, Joseph...I hope you get better soon." He placed his hand on the still man's leg. "It was an honor to work with you. Thank you for saving Makayla's life. You did me proud, rookie."
Makayla gasped and Chance swung his eyes back to hers. Realization was all over her features as the puzzle of Chance's job snapped into place for her. He'd always been purposely vague on just where he worked. He'd had to be. He couldn't exactly tell her that he worked right across the street from her, that he staked her out every chance he got.
Chance smiled and tilted his head as he took a step away from Joseph's bed. Makayla's wide eyes watched him moving. He wasn't entirely sure what she'd do, but he knew it was time to leave now. He'd made what little peace he could with her. He'd explained his side of things in some hope that she'd forgive him. It was a foolish hope of course, she'd never forgive him, but he'd needed that weight off his chest. They could both move forward now. They'd both never forget, and they'd probably often have regrets, but they could both move on now...he hoped.
As he edged around her, her eyes tracked his every movement. "Where do you think you're going, Chance? I'm not letting you get away from me a second time."
Chance closed his eyes for a brief second. "Don't make this complicated, Makayla."
She stepped over to block his path. "I'm not. You committed a crime, you're going to go to jail for it. It's as simple as that."
Chance shook his head. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"
Makayla gritted her jaw and bunched her fists. "You don't get a free pass because you want to be a better man! That's not how the system works. You do your time, you take your penance. Then you get to be a better man."
Slowly reaching behind himself, Chance sighed. "And what good does that do anybody? I waste your time, I waste the officers' time, I cost the state thousands and thousands of dollars, and then, on top of all that, I take up a space in a crowded jail cell that could be used for someone truly dangerous. Where's the logic in that, Makayla?"
She rolled her eyes and Chance sprang into action. Taking advantage of her moment of irritated distraction, Chance grabbed the handcuffs he'd slipped into his back pocket earlier. He'd brought them for this very reason. Slapping one end over her wrist, he jerked her forward and attached the other to a support railing along the far wall. Her face was comically shocked as she realized that she was now trapped. Chance grinned at her, then pressed her body into the wall with his own.
She glared at him, but started breathing heavier too. No matter the distrust and hatred she felt for him, her body was still reacting to his. He'd miss that too. Free as he might be now, he'd never truly be free from Makayla. She was under his skin forever.
Leaning into her, his lips barely brushing hers, he murmured, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you stop me or try and follow me." Her eyes watched his and her arm jerked against her restraints, but she did nothing to push him away. If anything, her chest pressed against his heaved a little harder. His fingers came up to thread through her hair. "You're so beautiful, Makayla, and I know some man will come along and make you as happy as you deserve to be, and I'll have to find a way to live with the idea of you belonging to someone else." Chance sighed, his heart cracking. "These last few weeks being with you will be among my most cherished memories...probably my only cherished memories. I want you to know that."
"Don't do this, Chance...turn yourself in," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Not able to resist, Chance cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers. Soft and tender, she welcomed him...still welcomed him. "I love you, Makayla," he whispered between their lips.
He felt a hot tear roll against his hand and pulled back to see her eyes glossy and shining in the sparse light in the room. "Chance..." Her eyes searched his, full of love and hatred...torn. "I love you too...but I won't let you get away with this. I won't stop hunting for you until you're behind bars."
Chance smiled and stroked her cheek. He wasn't surprised. Truly, he'd expected nothing less from her. "I know," he whispered, his mouth returning to hers.
Chapter 21
A Change of Heart
Chance pushed her against a hard, unyielding bar pressing into her back, the bar her wrist was firmly attached to. The cool metal of the cuffs rubbed against her skin uncomfortably, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. She was torn in so many pieces, Makayla wasn't sure which part of her would break first. He was leaving. He'd lied to her. He would soon disappear. He'd used her. She'd never kiss him again...
A sob rising in her throat, she reached up with her free hand and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. It wouldn't be enough to keep him, but it deepened their already deep kiss. Chance made a strangled noise, like he was trying to choke back the same emotion she was feeling. Both of his hands came up to tangle into her hair, holding her as securely as she was holding him. Their mouths worked together almost desperately.
Both of them knew this was it...the last moment they'd have. The only moment they'd have. The second they broke apart from each other, they were done. They'd no longer be Colton and Makayla. He'd be the hunted criminal, she'd be the hunter. Everything would change. But then, everything had already changed. It had changed the moment he'd held a gun to her face...loaded or not.
Makayla pushed back the anger in her belly. She could dwell on that betrayal at a later time. Right now, she just wanted to focus on the love she felt for him. The other emotions could wait their turn. She needed just a second to wrap warmth and caring around her soul, an insulation against the anger and bitterness that was desperately trying to take her over. She could never forgive him for this, but if she could keep the hurt at bay, she could at least accept that he did love her, in some strange, twisted way. If nothing else, she had to believe that was true.
When they finally did break apart, Makayla was panting, her heart racing. It wasn't desire that had revved up her body, it was panic. He was leaving. He was the love of her life...and probably the biggest mistake of her life...and he was leaving her.
Chance stepped back from her and she clenched her hand still entangled in his hair. He cringed, then sighed and used his much stronger fingers to disengage her. Anger flooded through her, washing the remnants of love she felt to the back corner of her brain. "You can't do this to me! To us!" Shaking her head, she spat out, "If you turn yourself in, we could still be together, Chance."
Chance sighed as he opened a cabinet next to her head. "I considered that, Makayla, I really did." Closing the door, a towel now in his fingers, he shrugged. "But that's not the way the world works. You'd get tired of conjugal visits. You'd find someone who'd be there for you every night. And I'd lose everything." Stepping towards her, a look of pure desolation crossed his features. "If I'm going to lose you anyway, at least I can try and keep my freedom."
She shook her head. "No, I wouldn't do that to you. If you---"
He cut her off by wrapping the towel around her mouth, effectively silencing her. "You say you wouldn't...but you would, Makayla. Anybody would, and I wouldn't blame you for it when it eventually happened." Chance tightened the towel so she could do no more than grunt ineffectually, then he tenderly ran his thumb across her cheek. "At least this way I'm saving us the hassle of pretending that we could work out somehow."
Opening the cabinet again, he grabbed another towel and proceeded to tie her free hand to the bar. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger. She tried to kick him, but he had his body angled so that all of his sensitive areas were hidden. All she was doing was bruising his shins; he cringed, but ignored whatever pain she was giving him. Remembering that he'd let two brutes beat him to a pulp, Makayla figured he had a high tolerance for pain and stopped kicking him. It was pointless anyway.
Now securely fastened to the wall, Makayla begged Chance with her eyes to not leave her like this. He gave her a sad smile, his eyes glossier. "I will miss you." Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Makayla shook her head, the tears unstoppable now. As much as she hated him, she didn't want him to leave either.
Chance stepped away from her. As she watched, a tear slid down his cheek. "Bye, Makayla," he whispered, his voice cracking.
She pulled against her restraints as he backed towards the door, but if Chance was good at anything, it was tying knots. She couldn't break free. She screamed into her towel, but the sound was muffled and they were at the end of a long, quiet hallway; a nurse would have to be right outside the door to hear her.
Chance paused at the door, seemingly torn at leaving her. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. "I never once lied when I said I loved you. I did, I do, and I always will."
Makayla sobbed into her gag, wanting him to stay for so many reasons she thought she might lose her mind. Chance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then backed into the hallway. Makayla stared at the brightly lit opening, harsh in comparison to the dim hospital room. She willed Chance to reappear, willed him to come back and untie her...turn himself in. He didn't. After another few long minutes, Makayla dropped her head and accepted that he really had left her. He wasn't coming back. He wasn't going to suddenly do the right thing. He was going to be a coward...and walk away.
Anger shot up her spine and she snapped her head up and glared at the doorway. Well, he could try and walk away, but she wasn't about to let him succeed. She meant what she'd told him---she would never stop, not until he was behind bars. Chance, Colton, Cody, whatever he wanted to call himself, she would arrest him one day. Of that she was certain.
It was a good half an hour before a nurse came to check on Joseph. Makayla had been watching the man sleep while waiting. She'd tried everything to get free, even kicking the wall behind her, but all she'd succeeded in doing was bruising her heel. She'd been staring at Joseph for the last several minutes, trying to imagine Chance working side by side with him, all the while planning to rob the building right across the street. It peeved her to no end that his "noble" career of being a security guard had all been a ruse to stake out his target...and her. He'd probably watched her leaving the bank on countless occasions. It creeped her out just as much as it thrilled her.
"Oh my stars!"
A shocked voice in the doorway brought Makayla out of her musings. The startled nurse stared at her like she was from another planet. For a second, Makayla just stared right back at her. Then she feebly waved her arms, so the woman would help her instead of gape at her.
The nurse instantly snapped out of it and rushed to her side. "You poor thing! What happened to you?"
Makayla rolled her eyes. Wasn't that the question of the century? When the woman loosened her gag, Makayla flexed her jaw. "Thanks," she muttered, not answering the woman's question. The nurse untied her hand held in place with a towel, but couldn't do anything about the handcuff. The surprisingly tall woman looked at it, stumped. Makayla sighed and rubbed the skin around the cinch; Chance had locked it on her a little too tight and her entire wrist was red. "Do you think you could call the cops for me?" she asked the woman.
The nurse leapt to the phone. Makayla half-listened to the call as she leaned against the wall. Chance was long gone by now. He'd stayed behind to apologize to Joseph, to make sure he was okay, and maybe to say his peace to Makayla as well. She wasn't sure if that had done any good, but he'd at least tried to explain himself. She was torn now, knowing all of the pieces that had made him who he was...but it didn't change her decision. The moment she was free, she was going to get started on tracking him down. Besides, it was impossible to know if anything he'd told her was true.
When the police arrived, the once quiet room was abuzz with activity. Luckily Joseph was still so out of it, that he didn't wake up. Good thing, he probably needed the rest. Nurses galore were gathered around, wondering how Makayla had managed to get herself handcuffed to a wall. She wondered that too. Chance just had a habit of catching her off guard. She'd have to work on that if she was going to bring him to justice.
Makayla straightened when the officers entered the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of Neil trailing in behind them. He must have still been at the station when the call had come in. He must have figured that Makayla was somehow involved in the new emergency that had swept a couple of cars to the hospital. Either that or the sweet man had wanted to pay his respects to Joseph too.
His blue-gray eyes widened as far as the nurse's had. "Makayla? What the hell happened to you?"
As a burly, mustached cop unfastened her restraint, Makayla sighed. Rubbing her wrist, she murmured, "You think this is bad? You should have seen me a few minutes ago." Neil blinked and she sighed. "Chance. Chance happened to me."
Neil nodded, still looking completely stunned, and then the police began asking her questions. Makayla sighed when they hauled her back to the station. She'd really been there enough for one day. But they had protocol to follow and forms to fill out and paperwork to sign. There was a lot of red tape that came with being a police officer.
Neil sat in the back seat of a squad car with Makayla on the ride over, holding her hand. "I'll grab a cab and head back to the bank, then I'll come pick you up, okay." He squeezed her hand. "You just stay put."
Makayla nodded and rested her head back on the hard plastic of the molded seats. Sitting in the back of a police car was a lot less comfortable than sitting in the front. The solid, sculpted seats were easy to clean---and Makayla did not want to think about the gunk that people deposited back here---but they felt as unyielding as the slim metal band around her wrist had been. She'd had enough insight into the criminal mind for one evening. Now she just wanted a soft pillow to crash on.
The officer let her out and politely told her where to go to file her report. Then his shoulder speaker squawked a code and he excused himself to go chase after another bad guy. Makayla and Neil watched him leave, then twisted around to the front door. Neil put a hand on her shoulder. "Okay, I'm gonna go get that cab..."
Neil's voice drifted off as he stared at a point just over her shoulder. His face once again looked liked he'd stepped into a room where Makayla was chained to a wall---shock and astonishment plastered all over his features.
Makayla twisted to look over at what could have made Neil's face turn so ashen. Then so much shock poured through her system that she probably matched Neil's expression. Standing just a few feet away, head down in contemplation, was the tall, dark and handsome ex-love of Neil's life. A love that Makayla had assumed was halfway across Quebec by now.
Hands in his back pockets, Adrian kicked a pebble in the parking lot. He hadn't noticed them yet. Clearly deep in thought, he hadn't seemed to notice anything yet. Neil stepped around Makayla. She grabbed his hand at the last moment, but let him walk towards his love. "Adrian?"
Adrian's pitch-black head snapped up, his eyes immediately locking onto Neil's. The green depths seemed black in the lot lights, but they warmed at seeing Neil. Regardless of everything, Makayla had no doubts that Adrian was still in love with the man, probably just as deeply as she and Chance were still in love.
Ignoring the knot that twisted in her stomach whenever she thought of Chance, she took a few steps towards Adrian with Neil; he clenched her hand like he was drowning and she was the only thing keeping him afloat. Neil's eyes flashed between Adrian and the police station. "I gave them your description...they're looking for you. What are you doing here?"
Adrian smiled. His face was so beautiful it even made Makayla's heart flutter a tiny bit. Adrian could have been many things besides a crook. Still could, she supposed. Neil squeezed her hand even harder. "Neil...I'm so glad you're okay. You have no idea how worried I was."
Neil straightened as he stood before his ex. Lifting his chin, he shook his head. "Makayla told me everything. You're a thief? You used me?"
Adrian's dark eyes flashed to Makayla for a second before returning to Neil. "For a time. I stopped when I fell in love with you." His model-worthy smile faded to something sad and wistful. "I broke up with you when I fell in love with you...so you wouldn't get hurt. I knew I wasn't worthy of you."
He looked down to the cement and Neil dropped Makayla's hand. Stepping up to Adrian, he tentatively put a hand on his arm. "You hurt me anyway...leaving like you did, with no explanation..."
Adrian lifted his eyes, they were glossy. "I know...I'm so sorry. Is there any way you can forgive me for what I've done to you?"
Neil looked away. Adrian grabbed his chin and brought Neil's gaze back to his. Makayla's eyes watered, watching her friend's turmoil. She wasn't sure what she wanted Neil to say. Her own heart was so torn with Chance's duplicity, that she had no advice to give Neil. A tear dropped down Adrian's smooth skin as he unblinkingly stared at Neil. "I know I don't deserve you, but I still want you. I want a life with you. That's why I didn't run. That's why I'm doing this."
Neil blinked, then looked around at where they were. He removed Adrian's hand from his jaw, then shook his head. "Doing what? Why are you here?"
Adrian looked over Neil's shoulder to Makayla, silently watching them. "I'm turning myself in."
Makayla's mouth dropped open. "You'll be arrested, Adrian."
His warm smile returned as he nodded at Makayla. "I know." His eyes shifted back to Neil and he grabbed his hand. "I'm hoping that they'll go easy on me, since I did steal the getaway car." He smirked, a flash of pride washing over his features. Makayla watched Neil's face melt into a sappy, love-filled expression at the oh-so-attractive Adrian. Smiling at him, Adrian brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. Neil gave a soft sigh and smiled back.
Hating to ruin their moment by being the voice of reason, Makayla stepped up and said, "You helped Chance escape though...they'll nail you for that."
Adrian frowned and looked over at her. "I know." He looked down. "And I'll freely do my time for that." He peeked back up at Neil. "If I have something worth getting out for?"
Makayla wasn't sure whether Adrian meant something worth getting out of jail for or something worth getting out of a life of crime for. Either way, Neil emphatically nodded. Resting his head against Adrian, he murmured, "I'll be here. I love you, I'm not going anywhere."
Pain flashed through Makayla and she closed her eyes. Chance hadn't made Adrian's decision. Chance had chosen his freedom over her. Chance had betrayed her...again. After a moment of listening to Adrian and Neil reaffirm their commitment to each other, Makayla turned away. She didn't want to hear a happy couple when her own life was in shambles. She didn't want to see bliss when her own happily-ever-after hadn't happened.
As she started to move back towards the police station, Makayla felt a hand on her arm. She looked back at Adrian holding her. "He had to leave, Makayla, but don't think that he didn't love you. He did. He does."
Sniffling, she wiped tear marks off her cheeks. "He wouldn't turn himself in for me. He chose to run. In the end, he didn't choose me."
Adrian shook his head. His arm around Neil, Neil sappily gazing up at his face, Adrian stepped forward. "I'm facing a year, two tops. His sentence would have been decades, Makayla. You can't blame him for not wanting to go through with that. He had to run. He had no choice."
Makayla bristled. She was getting really tired of hearing people say that. Raising her chin, she told Adrian exactly what she'd told Chance. "There is always a choice."
She spun on her heel and stepped into the station to give her second report on Chance in twenty-four hours. She really hoped this would be the last one today. As she finished signing her name, she sighed. When she'd started out this morning, she'd been anticipating coming home to Chance...maybe having a rousing lovemaking session before falling asleep in each other's arms. He was supposed to tell her that he'd gotten a fulltime job at work. He was supposed to tell her that he was going to sell his place and officially move in with her. He was supposed to tell her that his brother had been arrested in New York and they were truly free.
Yes, there were several things that he was supposed to tell her today...but none of the things that he had ended up telling her were what she'd been expecting to hear. He was supposed to be the perfect man for her...he was not supposed to be a lying, manipulative con artist.
As she turned to leave, Makayla watched Adrian being led away by two police officers. She wondered if they would go easy on him. She figured they probably didn't get too many people who turned themselves in. Of course, Adrian was only turning himself in for aiding and abetting Chance. There was a lot the police didn't know about Adrian. But that was all in his past, and as Chance was always telling her, it's about what you can prove, not what actually happened.
Sighing, Makayla walked over to Neil. He was staring at the hall that Adrian had disappeared down. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked to be on the verge of losing it. Looping her arm around his, Makayla sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"He turned himself in for me, Mack...so we could be together." She pulled back to look at him and twin tears coursed down his cheeks. "What am I supposed to do with that?"
Makayla smiled and wiped his cheeks dry. "You wait for him...then when he gets out, you give him another chance, because he took his penance for you...and that means something."
Makayla frowned, thinking of her escapee boyfriend. He'd blown any hope of them reuniting by running...and by handcuffing her to a wall and gagging her. She wasn't about to let that one go anytime soon. Neil nodded, still staring at the hall where Adrian was. Pulling on his arm, Makayla turned him around. His head was the last thing to turn, his vision the last thing to leave Adrian. Sighing morosely, Neil eventually looked over at her.
"Come on. I'd say tonight calls for some Ben and Jerry's."
Neil gave her a sad smile. "What about Sofia?"
Makayla snorted and pulled him towards the door. "Sofia can kiss my chunky ass."
By Monday morning, Makayla's head was clearer. Maybe it was the pint of Cherry Garcia that she and Neil had downed each and every night over the weekend, but she suddenly knew what she had to do. Makayla had been so sure about her life and about her dreams before Chance had swooped into her heart. She'd been going to pass her police exam and get hired onto the force. That had been her goal for a while now, and she'd been on the verge of making it happen. But then fate had given her Chance...and now her life was deviating from what she'd always thought it would be.
Chance had shown her a thing or two, and the one thing she realized from all of this was...he was right. The system was tweaked to help the criminal and hinder the victim. It wasn't about the truth, it was about what you could prove.
Makayla knew the reasoning---society had to take whatever precaution it could to keep from making the mistake of sending an innocent person to jail. That was the fear. That was the reason for the rules and restraints. But crooks were tapped into the system, used it to their advantage. Good people got hurt in the midst of all the lawyers, red tape and grandstanding. Makayla didn't want any of it. She just wanted to get the bad guys---plain and simple. She'd had a lot of time to think since the robbery, and she was beginning to believe that maybe being a part of the force wasn't the best way to do that.
She'd been staring at her ceiling for a good hour by the time Neil stretched beside her; he'd stayed by her side every night since the craziness at the bank. Makayla looked over at her sleepy friend; he still had an empty carton of ice cream clutched in his fingers from their latest cry fest. He scrunched his face then cracked an eye open at her. "Morning, Mack," he whispered.
Makayla gave him a wide smile and nodded at him. He frowned and sat up on an elbow. "You seem awful chipper, considering everything that's happened recently." He glanced over at the clock on her nightstand and sighed. "And the fact that we're an hour late for work."
Makayla followed his frown and startled at realizing that he was right...they'd luckily been on the off-rotation for Saturday, but their weekend was over and they were massively late. Well, considering that the bank had bigger problems than two missing employees, she wasn't too worried about it. Besides, everyone from the robbery had probably called in sick lately. Except their lazy-ass manager who had missed the entire showdown. Hopefully he at least got fired after all was said and done.
"Well, I think I've made an important decision."
Neil yawned and looked down into the carton holding the melted remnants of last night's pity party. Running his finger around the rim, he peeked a pale eye up at her. "Yeah, what's that?"
He popped his finger in his mouth as Makayla sat up on her elbow and faced him in the bed. "I've decided I'm not going to become a police officer."
Neil frowned as he dipped his finger back into the soupy mess. "But I thought that was your dream?"
He scooped up some more liquid ice cream and, disgusted that he was eating the warm treat, Makayla stole the carton from him. Neil frowned and Makayla grinned even wider. Setting the carton on the nightstand behind her, she flipped back around to Neil. "Chance was right about one thing." Neil cocked an eyebrow and she explained. "The system is set in place to help the accused, not the victim. I want to help the victims, not be frustrated that I can't put away the slime balls."
Neil stared at her a moment, then shook his head. "If you are about to tell me that you're going to go all superhero citizen-vigilante, I'm just telling you right now that I am not going to be your sidekick. I'm not dressing up in spandex and a cape and calling myself Wonder Boy."
Makayla laughed at the image he'd just placed in her head. "No, I promise I won't make you dress up." She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow. "I could use a sidekick though?"
Neil scrunched his brows. "For what?"
Makayla sat up in bed. "Okay...don't laugh."
Sighing, Neil sat up too. "Why do I have a feeling I'm going to like this even less than being called Wonder Boy?"
Makayla grinned as she leaned towards him. "I'm going to be a bounty hunter."
Neil stared at her blankly for a moment, then started laughing. Makayla scoffed and lightly smacked his knee. "Hey, I said no laughing."
Neil shook his head, his dimples glorious in his delight. "Sorry, but... are you serious?"
Makayla smiled bright and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Yes, I am. It's perfect, Neil. This way, I can just focus on the criminal. I won't have to worry about office politics. I won't have to worry about rules, regulations...codes of conduct. I won't have to worry about evidence or proof. I won't be hindered by miles of red tape. I won't have to deal with rotating schedules or jurisdiction lines. I'll just be free to chase down the bad guys. It's prefect! It's exactly what I want to do!"
Neil sighed, his face softening as he stared at her. "And you'll be free to chase Chance. That's the real reason...isn't it?"
Makayla sighed and bit her lip. "I can't let him get away, Neil...I just can't."
Neil looked down at her messy sheet and shook his head. "You're crazy, Makayla."
She was smiling at him when he peeked back up at her. "Yeah, probably...and I'll need your help."
Looking completely bemused by the idea, Neil shook his head. "Me? What can I do?"
Makayla cocked her head at him. "Are you kidding? You would be an invaluable part of my team." Neil crooked a smile. "You and Adrian both," she added.
Neil immediately frowned but slowly the smile returned. "Yeah, yeah maybe."
Makayla nodded, already envisioning her crack team---her, her best friend, and her best friend's ex-con lover. She'd always imagined Chance as her source into the deviant mind, but, Adrian would do. At seeing Makayla's grin, Neil frowned. "God, I'm so going to regret this. I can already tell."
Makayla shot up off the bed, excited to begin the process of being an independent crook-catcher. She knew it would be a challenging career, but that didn't scare her. The payoff would be worth it. Besides, it put her on the fast track to finding Chance...and he was suspect number one in her book. It would take some time, considering a third of her team had just gotten himself arrested, but Makayla had nothing but time ahead of her anyway. She would wait for Adrian's release before making her move. His experience was too invaluable to leave behind.
Neil sighed and slumped back onto her bed but Makayla saw the edges of his lips curve into a smile. He liked the idea of working with Adrian. Obviously for different reasons than Makayla, but she was glad that he was excited about the prospect as well. And he was braver than he gave himself credit for.
Blowing off work, since she figured post traumatic stress was as good of an excuse to ditch as anything else, Makayla dressed in regular jeans and a modest t-shirt. Where she was going to go today, she didn't want anybody ogling her curvy body. Neil sat up when she walked back into her bedroom in casual clothes. "Not working today?"
Makayla grinned ear to ear. "Yeah, I'm working, just not at the bank."
Neil looked away, then back at her. "You're going to hunt bounty today? Don't you need a license or something first?"
Makayla shrugged. "No idea. But I'm sure I can gather information without one."
Neil stood up as she walked to her dresser and pulled her wavy hair into a ponytail. "Information on whom?"
She raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror above her dresser. "Guess."
Neil sighed, then straightened. "I'm coming with you."
Makayla turned and nodded at him. "Good. It's a long drive. We'll need to take turns."
Neil sighed again, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He texted something to someone while Makayla gathered everything they'd need for a road trip to Pennsylvania. Chance had told her the name and location of the man who'd raised him as a father---the man he'd put behind bars---John Smith. And Makayla had a few questions for the man who'd taught Chance everything he knew. The man that Chance claimed had stolen him from his birth parents. Should be an interesting conversation.
After Makayla had a bag ready, including a chunk of the emergency money from her hidden desk drawer---which she would have to be careful with, since she wasn't sure if she'd have a paying job to return to once this field trip was over---she twisted to Neil. He put his phone back in his pocket. "I texted Natalie. She's going to cover for us at the bank for a couple of days..." He lifted an eyebrow. "You know, so we don't lose our day jobs." He slumped and shook his head. "And she's going to keep tabs on Adrian for me..."
Makayla nodded and put her hand on his shoulder. "He'll be alright, Neil." Neil nodded and Makayla cupped his cheek. "See, this is exactly why I need you on my team...you're the practical one."
Neil dropped his head back and groaned. "God, we're so going to die."
Makayla chuckled as she grabbed her stuff. "And you're such an optimist."
Chapter 22
Answers
An hour later, Neil and Makayla were on the road in her sturdy and reliable Civic. Makayla sighed as she watched her cheery, yellow house shrink in the distance. Chance was a part of that house now. Even if he'd only been in her life for a relatively short amount of time, he'd left his mark. She unconsciously rubbed the tattoo on her hip. He'd left his mark on her body as well as her soul. Makayla knew that some people you meet in life have a profound effect on you, no matter how short a time they are with you. That was the case with Chance. Like a lightning storm, he had brightened her world, but she'd stood too close to him and she'd gotten burned...seared to the core.
Even as she pulled out of Plymouth, the mountains in the background proud and tall, Makayla wondered where Chance was and if he was thinking of her. She thought of everything he had told her since their time together and wondered if any of it had been true. From the beginning he'd lied. He hadn't gone to the theater to meet a girl for a date. There'd never been a girl, he'd confessed that much to her at the carnival. Looking at it from a con's point of view, Makayla could appreciate the lie, even though it irritated her.
Being ditched by his date had made him more sympathetic, had made Makayla want to talk to him...it had lowered her defenses. All part of the ruse. Then he'd brazenly stolen from her. Tested her response...her reaction to being violated. He'd probably never expected her to chase him down. He'd probably expected her to do what any normal, sane girl would have done---called the credit card company and had her accounts frozen, maybe filed a police report. Her reaction had been anything but typical. Maybe he'd been intrigued by her after that. Decided right then and there that she would be a better mark than Natalie.
Then he'd pursued her in honest. She'd been weak, lonely, neglected, and he'd taken full advantage of the situation. Fed her every line that made him seem like a thief with a heart of gold, a man struggling with inner demons, a man longing to give up his life of crime. As Makayla watched the bursts of color blurring alongside her car, she wondered if Chance had, at any time, meant his words of seeking redemption. Probably not.
They'd flirted heavily after their date, and the whole time he'd been using her to gain access to the bank. Hands clenched around the steering wheel, Makayla realized why he'd had such a strong desire to meet her for lunch every day. What could be a better excuse to constantly be in a bank than having a girlfriend that worked there? And then his job... God, he'd been right across the street the entire time.
As they got farther away from the city, the traffic eased and Makayla stepped on the gas. The speed helped to cleanse her mind. Neil was silent beside her, lost in his own thoughts. Makayla's mind shifted to all of the one-on-one moments she'd had with Chance. He'd always seemed a little reluctant to take their relationship to the next level. Makayla had almost felt like the aggressor. That had probably been intentional too...making her want him so bad that she practically forced herself on him.
It had been a little embarrassing at the time, but had made her like him even more, since most men willingly rushed into the sex part. She'd actually respected him for taking it slow, for making sure she was ready. God, he was good.
And then he'd upped the stakes, asked his brother to cream him, all to prove that he was in danger. Makayla wondered if she'd cornered him into that, if finding the stash of money and breaking it off with him had been what spurred the lie about Garrett and his "empire." The watch had never been Garrett's...it had probably belonged to some drunk frat boy that he'd pocketed one night. Yeah, that was much more believable.
But his lie had worked and Makayla had completely fallen for him once she'd seen his injuries. They'd given themselves over to each other and Makayla had thought it had meant something. He'd demanded that she said she trust him before they committed the act. She had felt it at the time, so she'd said she did. Then, in the afterglow, they'd said they loved each other. God, what a devious little bastard, using sex as a weapon like he had. And when she'd been so vulnerable too. Well, he'd cured her of that, she'd never be that exposed again.
She'd welcomed him into her home and they'd had a few weeks of peace, and all the while he'd been plotting with Garrett. Well, he claimed that he'd been plotting with Adrian to stop Garrett...but who knew if that was really true. And if it had been true, then he'd failed, because Garrett got his way and the robbery had happened...and Chance had been a part of it. And now he had to pay the price of his lying, deceitful ways, no matter how much that hurt her.
Makayla sighed and Neil looked over at her. "Why are we going to Pennsylvania anyway?"
Makayla looked over at her friend and shrugged. "The State Correctional Institution at Mercer. Chance's father is in prison there. We're going to go talk to him."
Neil leaned his head back against the seat, shaking it while he closed his eyes. "Ah, so he inherited the criminal behavior, huh?"
Makayla gave him a weary smile. "No."
Cracking an eye open, Neil frowned. Makayla stopped smiling and explained. "According to Chance, the man he'd believed his whole life was his father actually wasn't. Chance says he was kidnapped and raised into the life against his will."
Neil laughed, then stopped when he saw she was serious. "You don't actually believe that, do you?"
Makayla focused out the window, wondering if that was just another lie in a long string of lies that Chance had told her. "I don't know, but I think talking to his father is the only way to find out the truth." She glanced back at Neil. "Chance got him busted and put away, so I doubt he'll withhold any information if it helps to bring Chance to justice."
Neil whistled. "Wow, Makayla...you sure can pick 'em."
She flicked him an irritated glance. "Hey, don't forget who your boyfriend is...Pot."
Neil laughed as he looked out the window. "Yeah, okay, Kettle." A smile was stuck on his face as Neil thought about Adrian. It was the dimpled grin that Makayla loved, that all the girls at their work loved, Natalie especially, and it was a grin that was only really for Adrian, the man who firmly had Neil's heart.
They switched driving positions when they stopped halfway through to eat. Makayla took the opportunity to call the prison and find out what rules and regulations there were for visiting an inmate. It would severely damper things if they drove nearly a half of a day to be turned away at the door. She also double-checked that the prisoner in question was even at the prison she was headed towards. A quick conversation with reception verified that he was. John Smith was incarcerated at Mercer. Whether he was Chance's father or not had yet to be seen, but Makayla really couldn't understand why Chance would send her on a wild goose chase. He'd wanted her to know the truth about him so he hadn't lied about it. Well, she was hoping he hadn't lied. With Chance, you could never really be sure.
It was late into the night by the time they drove into Mercer. Both of them tired and aching, they checked into a rundown Motel not too far from the prison. Makayla did her best to ignore the stains on the sheets as she laid down on them. Being in a motel instantly brought Chance to mind---their first time had been in a seedy dump just like the place she was in now. The memory hurt, but Makayla did her best to push it away. She'd have time for painful reflection later. Right now, she was too close to getting answers.
Bright and early the next morning, Neil and Makayla headed to jail. The penitentiary was a series of squat, brick buildings, all surrounded by an imposing metal fence. Guard towers marked the edges of the fence and Makayla could see the ends of rifles as the guards on patrol in the towers kept a watchful eye over the prison's populace.
Neil was quiet when they walked in, even quieter when they got searched and filled out the required paperwork. Makayla supposed that he was imagining Adrian spending some time in a place like this. Makayla wanted to assure him that the former con man could take care of himself and he'd be fine, but honestly, the thought of Chance behind bars like these made her shiver too. It was the right thing to do though, and she would strive everyday to make it happen.
Once they were formally cleared to enter the visiting room, they took a seat and waited. They were there as early as they could be, but they weren't alone. Makayla watched a young girl holding a baby and a middle-aged man with weary, pained eyes. It was easy to forget that just because someone had broken the law and gotten busted for it, it didn't mean that they weren't loved. She was proof of that...Neil too. Looking around at the families torn apart by multiple bad choices, Makayla wished for things to work out for the inmates here, wished for their lives to be better upon release. It may be a naive hope, but rehabilitation was as much a part of prison as punishment, and she still believed in that part.
Waiting in a room that sort of resembled her old high school cafeteria...with armed guards...Makayla finally saw her inmate appear. She knew that he was Chance's father by the way he carried himself. He had the same devil-may-care attitude that Chance had, and it showed in the way he casually strode into the room. The guard by his side told him something and pointed Makayla's way. She stood, Neil standing with her.
John Smith walked her way, a warm smile on his face like they were old friends and not complete strangers. He was physically very similar to Chance---deep brown hair, dark eyes. While his hair was still dark, the scruff on his face was speckled with gray, belying his age. The eyes also marked him as a man who'd seen the world a few times. Deep-set lines highlighted his features, making him seem distinguished and elegant, even dressed in a fluorescent orange jumpsuit.
Makayla stiffened as he approached the table, but held her ground. But when he strolled around the table to give her a warm hug and a soft kiss on the cheek, she nearly kneed him. Not wanting to get evicted before she even had a chance to speak with him, she halted the need to escape that was flooding her body.
Her glare was vicious as he pulled away. His was charming. Disengaging from her, he glanced at the guards speckled throughout the room, watching them. "I hope that didn't offend you. We're only allowed greeting and parting hugs and I don't often receive female visitors..." His eyes drifted down her body. "And it's been ages since I've held a woman." He had a southern accent, much like Chance's, only thicker.
Makayla sat down, her cheeks flushing. "It was fine."
Neil sat down close to Makayla's side as John eyed them both. Slowly sitting himself, John folded his hands over each other on top of the table. "So, let me guess...reporter? Doing some hard hitting piece on the life of a felon?"
His charming smile turned amused and Makayla was struck with the similarity to Chance in his face. Related or not, the two were strikingly similar. "No, I'm here about your son."
The smile instantly fell off John's face. Leaning back in his chair, he sniffed. "I don't know where you got your information, but your facts are wrong...I have no children."
Makayla leaned forward. "No, he's not your legitimate son, but you raised him as one."
John laughed softly, raising the corner of his lip into a curl. Makayla thought that even his smile was similar to Chance's. No wonder he'd been able to pull off that con for most of Chance's life. Chance had probably never seen the truth coming.
Raising an eyebrow, John asked, "You've met Chance?"
Makayla closed her eyes and inhaled, feeling like she was finally getting some truth. She nodded and opened her eyes. "Yes. What can you tell me about him?"
John looked between her and Neil. Biting his lip, he lazily drawled, "Which one of you was the mark?"
Makayla flushed and looked down and John laughed again, clearly getting his answer. Neil leaned forward. "He's on the run...we want him." His pale eyes bored into John's. "How do we catch him?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, John silently appraised Neil and Makayla. "And why do you think I would tell you that?" He let out a derisive sound. "Betray the man I raised as my own flesh and blood?" He gave them a straight face, no emotion, no reaction. "What kind of monster do you think I am?"
Makayla balled her hands into fists, her anger rising. She just wanted some answers, she wanted some help. She didn't want to play mind games, she didn't want to con a con into helping her. She just wanted to know where Chance was hiding so she could drag him kicking and screaming into a place just like this one.
Tilting her head, she leaned over the table. "Because Chance betrayed you. He's the reason you got caught. He's the reason that you're rotting behind bars right now!"
John's face stormed up and he looked away from her. Gritting his jaw, he murmured, "Yeah, I know. I figured that out a long time ago."
Reaching across the table, Makayla gently put a hand over his. Handholding was allowed here, and she figured if it had been ages since John had held a woman, then it had probably been even longer since he'd had this simple contact. He looked back at her, his eyes wider. When he silently curled his fingers around hers she whispered, "So help me find him."
He regarded her for a moment in complete silence. Makayla could hear the sounds of multiple soft conversations going on around her but she tuned them out. John was her only source of information on Chance. He was her only opportunity to nail him. But if he had raised Chance as family, then he probably did love him, and even if Chance had betrayed him, he may not want to return the favor.
Inhaling deep, John closed his eyes for a second. When he reopened them, he seemed older, more tired. "You want Chance?" Makayla nodded emphatically and John gave her a one-sided grin. "Then keep coming back here to visit me and I'll tell you everything you need to know."
Makayla felt the relief and electricity fill her body. He was going to help her. She would learn all of his secrets, all of his tricks, and together, they could track him down.
John smiled and released her hand. Crossing his arms over his chest, he shrugged. "And what would you like to know about my son first?"
Makayla only had to think about her answer for a split-second. "What's his real name?"
John looked down at the table. "I knew Chance would be angry if he ever found out the truth, but I had no idea just how angry he'd be." He looked up at Makayla, then around the holding area where his fellow men in orange were visiting with friends and loved ones. "I certainly never expected him to set me up." He glanced back at Makayla, his smile wry. "I was his father for most of his life after all."
Makayla glanced at Neil. He gave her a small, sad smile. Makayla turned back to John. "You taught him to lie, cheat and steal. You robbed him of his childhood. You robbed him of a normal life. He could have been a decent citizen...a good man..."
Anger flashed up Makayla's spine. Chance could have been a lot of things if it hadn't been for this crook in front of her. He'd used him, twisted him, warped him. The possibilities could have been nearly endless for Chance, if he'd been left with his original family.
John's face hardened and he leaned forward in his seat. "I gave him the skills to make something of himself. I took him from a humdrum life that would have sucked the very soul from him. You want to talk about prison? That's what he would have been condemned to! A societal prison, with no hope of escaping."
His arm flashed out to indicate the room. A guard near the wall swung his gun around but relaxed at seeing that John's hand was empty. "This is nothing. I'll be out of this shithole in a few more years. Chance would have spent his lifetime in that yuppie hell if it hadn't been for me! I saved him!" A guard nearby took a warning step towards him, clearly not liking the heat in his voice.
Calming down, John leaned back in his chair. "He owes me. He should be on his knees, thanking me every day for rescuing him from a life of monotony."
Makayla felt her heart racing and realized she was breathing faster. John's impassioned speech had put her on edge. Neil too, he was squeezing her hand tight. Inhaling a calming breath, Makayla decided not to further argue the unjust nature of Chance's abduction. John clearly believed he'd done the right thing and when someone believed something that passionately, there was almost no way to turn them around.
"His name?" she whispered, her voice only slightly trembling.
John sniffed. Smiling, he shrugged. "I came across his family in California. The yuppies were yachting...of all godforsaken things. They believe their child had an accident on the boat...got swept out to sea. They stopped looking for him ages ago."
"His name?" she repeated.
With a slow, thick accent, he finally spilled everything he knew about the man who preferred to go by the name Chance.
They left an hour later with Makayla making plans to return next week. John had told her things about Chance that she hadn't known before---ways he thought, patterns he might follow. John hadn't been sure just exactly where Chance might have fled, but thought he'd be long gone from the northeast area, waiting for the heat from the robbery to fade. John figured it would be years before he dared to make a reappearance in the state, which meant Makayla would have to leave everything and chase after him...but she'd suspected that. She was prepared for that.
When they got back into Plymouth it was late again. Neil went home to sleep, but Makayla couldn't. Her mind busy with worry and information, she laid on her bed for most of the night, staring at the ceiling. Her phone rang in her purse as thoughts of John and Chance tumbled through her brain.
Wondering who was calling her so late, she pulled the phone out and stared at the screen. She blinked in disbelief at the sight of Chance's name. It seemed really stupid for him to still have his cell phone on him.
Sitting up, she brought her phone to her ear. "Chance?"
"Hey, Makayla. I wasn't sure if you'd pick up or let it go straight to voicemail." He drawled, his light accent honey to her ear.
Frowning, she ran a hand back through her hair. "Yeah, well, I thought maybe you'd wizened up and decided to turn yourself in after all."
He chuckled. "No, I think I prefer the open sky to brick walls."
"And where exactly would that open sky be?" she asked coyly.
"Now, now, it wouldn't be much fun if I just told you, would it?"
Makayla sighed. She'd known he wouldn't tell her anything, but still, she'd been hoping. "Fine. The cops have your cell records, you know? They're just going to track this call, and then they'll know exactly where you are."
Chance sighed. "I know. But since I'm only an accomplice to a failed robbery, I'll be low on their priorities. They'll check in the morning, see that I'm still bouncing off cell towers in the city, and concentrate their efforts within their borders...but I'm leaving as soon as I hang up and I'll be long gone by then. Then I'll just be a random sketch drawing at the post office...discarded and forgotten."
Makayla narrowed her eyes, glaring at the wall since he wasn't around to glare at. "Not by me, Chance. I'll never forget."
He chuckled again. I know, Makayla...I know."
She stood up. "Wait...you're still in the city?" Feeling foolish, she went to her window and looked out. It was pitch black outside, the street lamps too far away to highlight anything in her backyard.
She frowned at the darkness. It's not like she'd really expected him to be there. Chance chuckled. "Disappointed I'm not out there?"
She straightened and looked around her room. "Can you...see me?"
Chance chuckled harder. "God, Makayla, I'm an idiot...but not that much of one." Sighing, he whispered, "No, I can't see you...but I wish I could. I miss you."
Biting her lip, Makayla tried to ignore how much she missed him too. But the person she really missed was Colton, and Chance wasn't Colton...not really. Turning away from the window, she twisted her lips and tried to listen for anything that would give his location away. All she heard was silence in the background...he was probably pulled over along some abandoned back road, talking to her one last time before chucking his phone for good.
"I've had an interesting couple of days."
Chance laughed good-naturedly at her remark. "Oh yeah, do tell."
Makayla shook her head that they sounded more like boyfriend and girlfriend than hunter and prey. "Well, I took your advice...went to see your dad."
A pause on Chance's end, then, "Ah, I see. And? What did pops have to say for himself?"
Makayla sat on the edge of the bed, remembering. "He's...got an interesting view of things. He thinks he saved you, by stealing you."
Chance grunted into the phone. "Right...running cons my whole life was saving me."
Makayla grabbed a piece of her hair and threaded it around her finger. "He told me something else, too."
"Yeah, let me guess, he's going to stab me in the back once he gets out of prison?"
Makayla blinked. "No, no I don't think he'd ever hurt you..." she shook her head, "No, Chance...he told me your name...your real name."
"What?" He seemed genuinely stunned, like he hadn't ever expected the man who'd deviously raised him to come clean about his greatest theft. "He told you...? So...what is it? Who am I?"
Makayla tried to imagine what it would feel like to not know anything real about yourself. She supposed it must be somewhat akin to what adopted kids felt like, only worse for Chance, since he had believed a lie for so long. Her heart ached for him, and she longed to tell him, so he could have some closure, but if she'd learned anything from her time with Chance, it was that you didn't give up an opportunity when one presented itself.
"I'll tell you...I'll tell you who you are, where you came from...everything...if you turn yourself in."
She waited for the explosion that she was sure was coming. And it did come. "Makayla! This isn't a game! This is my life you're messing with! If you know something...you have to tell me?"
She could hear him breathing heavier on the other end. He was pissed, he was hurt. Good. So was she. "It doesn't feel good, does it? Being manipulated, being used."
He sighed, his voice quivering. "Makayla, please, I'm begging you...just tell me. You're the only chance I have to find out who I am. I acted hastily when I found out what my dad had done. I...I should have sat down with him, made him tell me everything! But I was so angry. I wanted...vengeance. And now he's off limits to me, and any answers about my past are locked up with him. I can't walk into a prison and talk to him, Makayla. I can't do anything. I'm helpless...I need you. Please."
Makayla closed her eyes, then sighed. "I won't tell you your last name, or where your family is from. You have to earn that information, Chance."
He sighed. "Just tell me something, Makayla."
"Your first name is Michael."
"Michael..." he whispered. "Strange...I've played a Michael before..." He was silent a moment, then his soft voice came back into the phone. "Thank you for telling me."
Makayla had to bite her lip to keep from telling him anything else. He was actually from a fairly wealthy family---the Rutherfords. They owned a good chunk of Napa Valley. Chance was their oldest child, the heir to their wine throne, so to speak. If he found them, they could most certainly buy his way out of any legal trouble he may have gotten himself into in New Hampshire. It would be a new life for him...a life he seemed to want.
But he'd get away. He wouldn't have to pay for his decades of criminal behavior. Chance getting away with everything seemed wrong...but withholding the truth seemed wrong too. For once, Makayla couldn't see the right path. "Chance...?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you really mean everything you said to me...about loving me and wanting to change your life?" Her eyes watered as she thought over his many words of praise and devotion. For a time, he'd seemed the perfect boyfriend. Seemed. But was he ever? Was any of it real?
"Makayla...I meant every single word. I do love you. I will always love you."
Makayla closed her eyes and hung her head. Tears falling down her cheeks, she found herself murmuring, "Go to California...I think you'll find that you like it there."
A long pause met her ear and Makayla wanted to curse at herself, she hadn't meant to give him any information. "Are you messing with me?" he asked softly.
Makayla sighed, knowing that, if anything else, if she pointed him to California then at least she'd know where he was. "No, your family is there." She smiled. "You'll just have to do a little digging to find them."
Chance chuckled. "Thank you...I owe you."
Makayla flopped onto her back. "Any chance you could repay me from a jail cell?"
"No...not much of one anyway." He let out a weary exhale. "You're not going to let me go without a fight, are you?"
Twisting to her stomach, Makayla clicked her heels together. Staring over to his side of the bed, the empty pillow where he should have been lying with her tonight, she shook her head. "No, I meant what I said, I won't stop hunting for you. I'm going to put you behind bars. You need to pay for the crimes you've committed, Chance, just like Garrett, Reggie...and Adrian."
Chance sighed in her ear. "Yeah, I heard about Adrian turning himself in..." He inhaled a deep breath. "Well, I look forward to the chase, Makayla." She twisted her lips at his comment and was about to give him her own remark when he added, "Don't stay up too late tonight...you'll need your rest for this."
Twisting around, she sat up. "And you better sleep with one eye open."
Dropping his voice, he murmured, "I'll always keep a lookout for you. Until we meet again, Makayla. Give my best to Neil...and check on Joseph for me. I do feel bad for what happened to him."
Makayla sighed and fanned out her wavier-than-she-liked hair. She'd already checked on him a few times, and now that she was back in town, she planned on checking on Joseph every night until he was better. But she wasn't about to do it because Chance ordered her to. She'd do it because she owed Joseph an eternity of thanks for saving her life. Checking on his welfare was the least she could do.
"I will, Chance."
Makayla dropped her eyes to her sheets, sadness that she'd tried to wall behind her anger bubbling up. Regardless of everything he'd done, Chance had been important to her and now he was gone. Chase or no chase, she was going to miss him...miss what they had, back when it had been good, really good.
"I'm sorry, Makayla. I never wanted it to end this way. I wanted a happy ending for us, I really did...I just couldn't make it happen in time...and I'll be forever sorry for that."
She sniffed, barely holding in her tears. "I'm sorry too. I tried to save you...but I couldn't make it happen in time either."
"Yeah...take care of yourself, Makayla...and please be careful. It would kill me if anything happened to you."
Makayla smiled, wiping away some stray tears from her cheek. "You too. I'd hate for you to get yourself killed before I have a chance to slap some cuffs on you."
Chance laughed, then sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're dying to return the favor. Who knows, maybe someday you'll get the opportunity."
Makayla lifted her chin, even though he couldn't see it. "Don't worry, I will."
"I adore your confidence...don't ever lose it." He let out a long, wistful sound. "I suppose we should say goodbye now."
A painful ache seared through Makayla's stomach and her eyes watered again. "Yeah, I suppose so."
"Goodbye, Makayla..."
"Goodbye, Colton..."
He gave her a soft chuckle. "I'll actually miss being Colton Burke...he wasn't such a bad guy."
Makayla smiled. "I liked him."
"I love you, Makayla."
Swallowing, she whispered, "I love you too."
He made a sound that could have been crying but it was too soft for Makayla to know for sure. She was just about to end the call when he whispered, "Don't straighten your hair anymore. It's beautiful the way it is right now...loose and free, wild, the way you were meant to be."
The line went dead and Makayla shot up off the bed. She rushed to the window again and stared out it. He was out there somewhere. He'd been lying again, trying to throw her off track. He had been watching her...was probably watching her still.
Searching the darkness in vain, Makayla frowned and shook her head. "You can run, Chance, but I'll find you...someday."
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Chance watched Makayla from his concealed location in a backyard several lots away from hers. The kids that lived in this particular home had built a tree house fort in a sturdy oak tree, and the raised view gave him a stunningly clear shot into Makayla's bedroom. He clenched the phone in his hand then lowered the binoculars from his eyes. Without the enhancement to his vision, Makayla was nothing but a vague impression of a human pacing before a brightly lit window. Then she drew shut her curtain and Chance saw nothing but shadows. He smiled and shook his head. God, he'd miss her.
Sighing, he lowered himself from the tree and slunk from the yard. Once back to a street, Chance walked over to a garbage can on the curb. The can was waiting for dawn, for the men who were paid to do the behind-the-scenes cleanup. Garbage collecting wasn't pretty, but, much like the things Chance did sometimes, it needed to be done. Opening the lid, Chance dropped his cell phone inside it. It was a burner phone, but the number was associated with him now, thanks to Makayla. He'd have to get another one once he was away from here.
Looking back up at Makayla's dark house, almost buried behind the houses in-between them, Chance found himself reluctant to leave. He'd been suffering from this reluctance for days. Honestly, he should be long gone by now, he was a wanted man after all, but leaving her had proved to be more difficult than he'd thought possible. He'd lingered near the places they'd shared, even when he'd known that she hadn't been home.
Chance had never imagined what she'd been doing though. She'd actually taken him up on his offer...gone and found his father. And she'd done even more than that. She'd found out something about him. Something he hadn't known...his first name. It seemed such a small, trivial thing, but it was more than he'd ever had, and it meant the world to him.
She'd given him a name and a place to start his search for answers. Michael. His name was Michael. He was from California.
Smiling, Chance turned away from Makayla's house. It was a start and he would take it. Swiping his hand over his cheek, Chance was surprised to find his fingers were wet when he pulled them away. He must have shed a few tears while saying goodbye to Makayla. It had definitely been a painful moment, maybe the most painful thing he'd ever done. He'd felt like his entire soul had been shaken to pieces. But even still, he knew, deep down inside, that their story wasn't over. She wouldn't give up on trying to catch him. Her stubborn sense of justice wouldn't let her.
Opening the door of a beat-up old car that he'd recently purchased with a wad of his emergency cash, Chance slid into the driver's seat. Glancing at the general direction of Makayla's home in the rearview mirror, Chance shook his head and smiled.
Chance glanced at his wrist, the deep green clover in stark contrast to his pale skin. Tracing the mark with his finger, he sat in the silence of his car and absorbed the few weeks of warmth that he'd had with the love of his life. Shaking his head again, Chance started the car and pulled away from Makayla's neighborhood.
Driving away from Plymouth, New Hampshire moments later, Chance did something that a good con man was never supposed to do---he looked back. "Until we meet again, Makayla."
\*\*\*The End\*\*\*
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Effortless (2011)
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A continuation of the novel, Thoughtless...
A lot can happen in a year. You grow, you change, you learn from your mistakes. And Kiera had made a lot of mistakes to learn from. But she had learned, and she was determined to never cause a man pain again, especially the amazing man who currently held her heart. But life offers new challenges for every relationship, and when Kiera's love is put to the ultimate test, will it come out the other side unscathed?
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - A Few Weeks Earlier
Chapter 2 - A Date with a Thief
Chapter 14 - A Moment of Truth
Chapter 17 - Running Out of Time
Chapter 21 - A Change of Heart

