Marooned With a Marine

“I’m not seeing him—”

Sam laughed again and she wanted to scream.

“Karen, what is going on—”

“I hate to interrupt,” Karen said, not really minding at all, since it was the only sure way to get her mother’s attention. “But I really should help Sam watch the road.”

“You do that, honey,” her dad said, adding, “you and Sam take care now.”

“That’s right,” her mom said briskly. “Now, I’ve lived through my share of those hurricanes—which is one of the reasons I left the East Coast—so I know what it’s like. You get inland and call me when you can. The phone lines will probably go down and—”

“Martha…” Stuart Beckett’s voice became a bit sterner.

“I know, I know. Okay, honey, now don’t you stop until you’re safe.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Karen smiled into the phone. Despite the fact that her parents, like any other set of parents, could drive her insane at a moment’s notice, she did love them dearly. Missing them was the only hard part about living so far away. “I’ll call as soon as I can.”

After another round of “Be carefuls,” she hung up and tucked her cell phone back into her purse. Listening to the whine of the tires on the slick highway and the rumble of raindrops hammering the car, Karen turned her head to stare at Sam.

“Why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make sure my parents knew that you were in the car with me?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t know I was supposed to be hiding.”

“You’re not,” she grumbled. “It’s just that now they’ll want to know what’s going on and—”

“And you don’t want to tell them any more than you wanted to tell me, is that it?”

She stiffened slightly at the sting in his tone. “Sam, I told you I had reasons for breaking up with you.”

“Yeah, so you said. Unfortunately, you didn’t feel the need to tell me what they were.”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell, yes, it matters!” he nearly shouted, then caught himself and lowered his voice again. “You know something, I really don’t want to do this again.”

“You think I do?”

He shook his head. “I guess not.”

The tension in the car was nearly palpable. Karen’s stomach twisted and her heart ached. Once things had been so good between them. Now…

“So,” Sam said, abruptly changing the subject a few moments later, “how’re your folks?”

Okay, she thought, she could do courteous. She could do polite. After all, they were stuck together for who knew how long; there was no point in being snotty. No point in causing each other more pain than they already had.

“They’re fine,” she said, studying him. In the glow of the dashboard lights, his profile looked hard, as if it were chiseled out of stone. But she remembered all too well how easily his rigid expression could slide into a smile. Suddenly nervous, she reached for another chocolate, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.

“Your mom still buggin’ you to move back to California?”

Karen smiled. “She’s getting better. It’s only every other phone call now.”

He nodded, and keeping his gaze locked on the rainswept road in front of him, he said, “I thought maybe after we broke up, you might just do it. Move, I mean.”

Oh, those first few days after she’d ended it between them, she’d wanted nothing more than to find a place to hide. But she’d refused to run away again. She’d done that once, running from California to South Carolina, and in the process, she’d run smack into the very thing she’d been running from.

So hiding wasn’t the answer. Her only choice left was to stand her ground and try to forget what she and Sam had had so briefly. Fat chance.

“So how come you didn’t go back home?” he asked.

“Because,” she said, taking a deep breath, “this is home now. I like living in the South. I like small-town life. Besides, I don’t believe in going backward.”

“Me, neither,” he said, shooting her a quick glance.

“Good,” she said, guessing that he meant he had no interest in reviving what they’d once shared. “I mean, we’re stuck together for a while, but this really changes nothing.”

“Agreed.”

“Then we understand each other.”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, and she watched him take a deep breath as if purposely calming himself. “Yeah,” he said finally, “we do. And you can relax. I’m not interested in lining up to have my heart ripped out again.”

Karen sucked in air as if she’d been slapped.

He shot her another look, then swerved the car around a fallen tree branch. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not,” he said quietly. “You did what you had to do. I can appreciate that, even if I don’t understand it.”

Guilt swirled in the pit of her stomach. She knew she’d hurt him. But she’d had to break up with him before he’d become important enough to her that the loss of him would have killed her.

God, that sounded stupid, even to her. Which is why she’d never given him a reason for the breakup. She was sure he’d have fought her. Argued her out of her decision, and then one day, they both might have regretted it.

The miles flew past. Sam kept his gaze on the road and his mind on the problem at hand. Finding shelter. If he’d been by himself, he’d have pulled off and parked by now. All he really needed was a place to pitch his tent and ride out the storm.

But with Karen along, things were different. He needed to find a motel. Something sturdy enough to stand up to the growing winds. The trees on either side of the road bent nearly in half, stretching out their twisting limbs as if trying to grab the car hurtling past them.

He had passed exit after exit, knowing they were still too close to the coast and determined to get far enough inland that Karen would be in no danger. But judging by the strength of the wind, he was running out of time.

And then he saw it. A squat cinder block motel at the side of the highway. A dozen or so cars sat nestled in its parking lot, but the broken green neon sign out front still blinked VA C NCY.

“The Dew Drop Inn?” Karen asked as he took the off-ramp and headed for the place.

He grinned. “Sounds cozy, doesn’t it?”