Rock Chick Reckoning
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“Lee doesn’t want me lookin’ into it, not that I would.”
“Looking into what?”
“How Mace learned his skil s.”
“What skil s?”
“The skil s he uses for Lee.”
“The skil s he uses for Lee.”
I blinked at him in confusion and my silent tears cleared.
“What?”
Eddie sighed then he stated, “He was a snowboarder, Jet. A good one, one of the best. If you go back seven years, look at boarder magazines, you’l see his photos in ads. He had endorsement contracts. He was in commercials aired on ESPN. Go back before that, same thing with his surfing. He was famous. He stil is in that crowd.”
“I knew he –” I started but Eddie interrupted me.
“Now he’s a PI.”
“Yes, I know but –”
“A good one.”
“I know, but –”
Eddie interrupted me again, “One of the best. Lee was trained by the Army. Monty was trained by the Navy. Luke, I don’t know but it was an official operation and he’s definitely had training, specialized training. Vance is an ex-con. He’d lived a life of crime since he was thirteen years old, would likely stil be in that life, he was so good at it. He only got caught because his buddy was shot while they were stealin’ a car and Vance didn’t leave him behind. Lee channeled his natural abilities, trainin’ him in other shit and he took to it. Mace is self-taught. Lee didn’t have to do any training with Mace.”
“Self-taught?”
“Self-taught.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means, between his sister gettin’ murdered and Lee recruitin’ him, he’d gone from a surfer and snowboarder to acquirin’ skil s that had nothin’ to do with sex wax.”
I blinked again. “Sex wax?”
“Yeah, you use it on your surfboard for foot traction, on the bottom of a snowboard to reduce friction.” My brows drew together. “How do you know that?” He grinned. “Been boardin’ with Mace.”
I blinked (yes, again), mainly because this was insane.
Eddie and I had been together for over nine months, we were getting married in a little over five and this was news to me.
“You board?”
His grin deepened to a smile. “I live in Colorado, chiquita.”
So did I but I didn’t snowboard or ski, for that matter, that took money, something I’d never had.
“You didn’t board last winter,” I commented.
“I had somethin’ to keep me at home last winter.” This time I didn’t blink but my stomach did a happy curl.
I ignored it and got back to the subject.
“So, these skil s –”
He rol ed into me so he was mostly on me. “What I’m sayin’ is, somethin’ went down after the bloodbath. Mace disappeared off radar. No more competitive boardin’, reneged on his endorsements. The kidnapping and murder made the news, big story. It happened in LA. Mace was famous, his Dad wel -known. But, after it was over, there was nothin’ from Mace. He vanished. He didn’t resurface was nothin’ from Mace. He vanished. He didn’t resurface until Lee recruited him and he recruited him for a reason.
Al Lee’s boys have a specialty. Mace’s is one you don’t need to know.”
“But –”
His hand came to the side of my face and his eyes got serious.
“You don’t need to know,” he repeated in a way I knew he wasn’t going to tel me and I knew, no matter what I tried, he wouldn’t tel me.
Then his hands started roaming and his head moved so his mouth was at my neck. I knew he was looking for a way to turn my mind to different, far more pleasant things but I pul ed my neck away and wrapped my fingers around one of his wrists to stop his hands from roaming.
“Eddie.”
“Shit, I know that ‘Eddie’,” he muttered into my neck with more than a little frustration. Eddie, by the way, had quickly become an expert in al the ways I could communicate by just saying his name, therefore, this time, he knew it was my turn to be serious. His head came up and he looked into my eyes.
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“No,” Eddie answered bluntly. “But he wil be, soon as this shit’s over and Stel a gives in.”
“Pardon?”
Eddie sighed then touched my mouth with his and dropped his forehead to mine, his thumb stroking my jaw.
When he spoke, he did it softly. “Lotta wounds don’t heal, Jet. Seein’ your sister’s head get blown off, I suspect, is one of ‘em. Havin’ a Dad, and not havin’ one, I’m thinkin’
you understand, is another. You got a good woman in your life, even though the wounds stay open, you move on, live life. The pain doesn’t go away but life has a different focus.
A better one.”
He was right. I had a Dad but didn’t have one most of my life. That wound had never healed. My Dad was an inveterate gambler. He was around a lot more now, getting his life sorted but he could fal off the wagon at any time. My sister and I lived with that knowledge and the fear that went with it and it was no fun.
Finding Eddie and believing in us had given my life a different focus.
A better one.
However, with the recent, newly acquired knowledge that my fiancé, Detective Eddie Badass Chavez, snowboarded and his innate understanding of Mace’s wounds, worried me.
My hands slid up the sleek, muscled skin of his back, one stopping at his shoulder blade, the other one sliding up his neck, my fingers sifting into his hair.
“Do you have a wound that won’t heal?” I asked quietly and braced myself for his answer.
He lifted his forehead from mine and his eyes dropped to my mouth.
“Lived a lucky life, mi pequeña, ” he muttered, his eyes coming back to mine and they were again liquid but this time also fil ed with tenderness and affection and I felt my heart skip a beat. “And, alabado sea Dios, it keeps gettin’
luckier.”
Then he was done talking and he kissed me, deep and wet and I was done talking too.
His mouth slid down my neck to my chest where he murmured, “You’re about to get lucky too.” Then his mouth slid down further then further then he spread my legs and his mouth was right there and, he was very right, I got lucky too.
After Eddie made me lucky with his talented mouth, he came up over me, slid inside me, pounded deep and he got even luckier (and so did I).
“Looking into what?”
“How Mace learned his skil s.”
“What skil s?”
“The skil s he uses for Lee.”
“The skil s he uses for Lee.”
I blinked at him in confusion and my silent tears cleared.
“What?”
Eddie sighed then he stated, “He was a snowboarder, Jet. A good one, one of the best. If you go back seven years, look at boarder magazines, you’l see his photos in ads. He had endorsement contracts. He was in commercials aired on ESPN. Go back before that, same thing with his surfing. He was famous. He stil is in that crowd.”
“I knew he –” I started but Eddie interrupted me.
“Now he’s a PI.”
“Yes, I know but –”
“A good one.”
“I know, but –”
Eddie interrupted me again, “One of the best. Lee was trained by the Army. Monty was trained by the Navy. Luke, I don’t know but it was an official operation and he’s definitely had training, specialized training. Vance is an ex-con. He’d lived a life of crime since he was thirteen years old, would likely stil be in that life, he was so good at it. He only got caught because his buddy was shot while they were stealin’ a car and Vance didn’t leave him behind. Lee channeled his natural abilities, trainin’ him in other shit and he took to it. Mace is self-taught. Lee didn’t have to do any training with Mace.”
“Self-taught?”
“Self-taught.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means, between his sister gettin’ murdered and Lee recruitin’ him, he’d gone from a surfer and snowboarder to acquirin’ skil s that had nothin’ to do with sex wax.”
I blinked again. “Sex wax?”
“Yeah, you use it on your surfboard for foot traction, on the bottom of a snowboard to reduce friction.” My brows drew together. “How do you know that?” He grinned. “Been boardin’ with Mace.”
I blinked (yes, again), mainly because this was insane.
Eddie and I had been together for over nine months, we were getting married in a little over five and this was news to me.
“You board?”
His grin deepened to a smile. “I live in Colorado, chiquita.”
So did I but I didn’t snowboard or ski, for that matter, that took money, something I’d never had.
“You didn’t board last winter,” I commented.
“I had somethin’ to keep me at home last winter.” This time I didn’t blink but my stomach did a happy curl.
I ignored it and got back to the subject.
“So, these skil s –”
He rol ed into me so he was mostly on me. “What I’m sayin’ is, somethin’ went down after the bloodbath. Mace disappeared off radar. No more competitive boardin’, reneged on his endorsements. The kidnapping and murder made the news, big story. It happened in LA. Mace was famous, his Dad wel -known. But, after it was over, there was nothin’ from Mace. He vanished. He didn’t resurface was nothin’ from Mace. He vanished. He didn’t resurface until Lee recruited him and he recruited him for a reason.
Al Lee’s boys have a specialty. Mace’s is one you don’t need to know.”
“But –”
His hand came to the side of my face and his eyes got serious.
“You don’t need to know,” he repeated in a way I knew he wasn’t going to tel me and I knew, no matter what I tried, he wouldn’t tel me.
Then his hands started roaming and his head moved so his mouth was at my neck. I knew he was looking for a way to turn my mind to different, far more pleasant things but I pul ed my neck away and wrapped my fingers around one of his wrists to stop his hands from roaming.
“Eddie.”
“Shit, I know that ‘Eddie’,” he muttered into my neck with more than a little frustration. Eddie, by the way, had quickly become an expert in al the ways I could communicate by just saying his name, therefore, this time, he knew it was my turn to be serious. His head came up and he looked into my eyes.
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“No,” Eddie answered bluntly. “But he wil be, soon as this shit’s over and Stel a gives in.”
“Pardon?”
Eddie sighed then touched my mouth with his and dropped his forehead to mine, his thumb stroking my jaw.
When he spoke, he did it softly. “Lotta wounds don’t heal, Jet. Seein’ your sister’s head get blown off, I suspect, is one of ‘em. Havin’ a Dad, and not havin’ one, I’m thinkin’
you understand, is another. You got a good woman in your life, even though the wounds stay open, you move on, live life. The pain doesn’t go away but life has a different focus.
A better one.”
He was right. I had a Dad but didn’t have one most of my life. That wound had never healed. My Dad was an inveterate gambler. He was around a lot more now, getting his life sorted but he could fal off the wagon at any time. My sister and I lived with that knowledge and the fear that went with it and it was no fun.
Finding Eddie and believing in us had given my life a different focus.
A better one.
However, with the recent, newly acquired knowledge that my fiancé, Detective Eddie Badass Chavez, snowboarded and his innate understanding of Mace’s wounds, worried me.
My hands slid up the sleek, muscled skin of his back, one stopping at his shoulder blade, the other one sliding up his neck, my fingers sifting into his hair.
“Do you have a wound that won’t heal?” I asked quietly and braced myself for his answer.
He lifted his forehead from mine and his eyes dropped to my mouth.
“Lived a lucky life, mi pequeña, ” he muttered, his eyes coming back to mine and they were again liquid but this time also fil ed with tenderness and affection and I felt my heart skip a beat. “And, alabado sea Dios, it keeps gettin’
luckier.”
Then he was done talking and he kissed me, deep and wet and I was done talking too.
His mouth slid down my neck to my chest where he murmured, “You’re about to get lucky too.” Then his mouth slid down further then further then he spread my legs and his mouth was right there and, he was very right, I got lucky too.
After Eddie made me lucky with his talented mouth, he came up over me, slid inside me, pounded deep and he got even luckier (and so did I).
