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“Right.” Evyn paused, then smiled briskly. “You too. See you in
the morning.”
Wes watched her walk away until she realized what she was doing.
Abruptly, she averted her gaze and went in search of her team. Why
was simple suddenly so hard?
• 87 •
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chapter eleven
Evyn shoved her hands in the pockets of her trench coat, hunched
her shoulders against the wind, and hurried around the Ellipse
to where she’d parked her car. That morning she’d been running late
and grabbed the closest street spot she could find, but it felt like a mile
now. A light snow had begun to fall, and she brushed the loose powder
from her windshield with the sleeve of her coat. Snowflakes melted
on her face and neck. She swore she could feel icy snowmelt trickling
down her back, although she didn’t actually think it was snowing hard
enough for that to be happening. Shivering, she jumped into the front
seat, started the engine, and turned the heat on high. Cold air blasted
in her face, and she lunged to redirect the vents away from the driver’s
seat. The windows frosted over more with every exhalation, and a
cloud of steam rolled up around the outside of the windows to envelop
her, making her feel as if she might step out of the car and find herself
in another world somewhere. Not that far a stretch—seeing as how
this world certainly seemed turned upside down in the last forty-eight
hours. She’d spent more alone time with Wes Masters than she’d spent
with any woman, other than fellow agents, in the last year. She’d spent
even more time thinking about her—like right now—than any of the
women she’d slept with. Evyn flicked melting snow from her hair and
considered going back inside to look for Wes—the storm was picking
up and Wes didn’t have a car. How would she get back—damn, she was
doing it again, behaving like a player in someone else’s life.
Captain Wes Masters did not need rescuing—and she was nobody’s
savior.
• 88 •
Oath Of hOnOr
Uncomfortable with her own discomfort, Evyn pulled her cell
phone out and punched the icon for contacts. She flicked a fingertip
over the screen, scrolling through the list, surprised at the number of
names she could no longer put with faces and how many more there
were than she’d thought. What had she been doing the last eight years?
She could name every one of her postings and list each of her on-the-
job accomplishments, but she could barely remember half the women
she had known at least well enough to get a phone number.
On the verge of closing the phone to escape any more forced
retrospection, she spied a name she did recognize. She even knew her
address. Quickly, before she could subject herself to the third degree as
to exactly what she was doing, she highlighted the number and pressed
Send. Pulling her coat even closer around herself as the heater warred
with Mother Nature, she waited.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Louise? This is Evyn Daniels.”
A second’s pause made Evyn’s stomach drop. Then, “Evyn? God,
it’s been what, a year?”
Evyn felt her face heat in the cold car. “Maybe not that long,” she
said quickly. “I’ve been traveling a lot. Out of town on business. I’m
sorry I didn’t—”
“Hey, that’s no problem. I’ve been really busy myself. I landed a
spot in one of the repertory theaters here in DC and I’ve been working
steadily.”
Evyn searched her memory for some hint of what Louise had told
her about her acting career, but all she could remember is where they’d
met—a spinoff party from one of the bigger lesbian circuit events—and
where they’d ended up. In bed in Louise’s apartment, urgent and sweaty
and desperate for fulfillment. The night had morphed into three days,
and then Evyn was back on rotation and life went on. And she’d never
called, never even looked back. Until now. Feeling a bit like a jerk, she
said, “I was wondering—I know it’s short notice—but about tonight.
Maybe we could—”
“Tonight?” She heard soft laughter. “Have you looked out the
window? This is supposed to keep up all night. My super-exciting plans
for the evening are to make some hot cider, sit in front of the television
with Netflix and a bowl of popcorn, and turn in early.”
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“I guess I can’t persuade you to change those exciting plans?”
“You might, if the evening included dinner, but the weath—”
“I’m already out. Dinner sounds like a good place to start.” Evyn
winced at her really bad come-on line. When had she gotten so shallow?
She turned her wipers on and watched the thin blades bend and scrape
while pushing against the half inch of heavy new snow. The snow was
coming down harder now and the sidewalks were empty. Cars crawled
by, their headlights dull cataracts behind a curtain of snow. In an hour,
the city would be gridlocked. She ought to sack out in the down room
in the OEOB instead of going anywhere. At least she’d get to work in
the morning. “How about I pick you up in forty-five minutes. You pick
the place.”
“I’ve got an even better idea—if you’re really going to come over
here, then let’s stay in. I’ll cook.”
“Oh, that’s no fair. I don’t want you to have to work.” Hell, Louise
was too nice and she was a jerk.
“I don’t mind, if you don’t mind something simple.”
“Well, sure, but—” Evyn didn’t want to drive home—not because
of the storm, but because she didn’t want to face brainless TV and an
uninspired frozen dinner or the warmed-up pizza she’d had three days
before. So she opted for company—nothing wrong with that on the
surface, or there wouldn’t have been if an evening with Louise wasn’t
just a way to keep her from sitting around thinking about Wes. And that
was enough to push her to say, “Yes. Okay, great. I’d like that. I’ll grab
some wine—is that all right?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, and be careful out there.”
“Always,” Evyn said, knowing even as the words left her mouth
she was bluffing. Careful wasn’t really part of her modus operandi. She
was a risk taker, the first to volunteer, the first to rise to a challenge.
She wasn’t being careful around Wes Masters, and she wasn’t thinking
about where she was headed. Not smart at all. Good thing she knew
better than to let her private affairs bleed over into work. None of that
had changed, and she didn’t intend it to. Wes Masters was off-limits
and staying that way.
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A thirty-something brunette in a crisp white shirt and sharply
creased navy blue trousers walked out of the AOD’s office with a
stethoscope slung around her neck and stopped when she saw Wes.
Saluting, she said, “Captain, I’m First Lieutenant Jennifer
Pattee, a
nurse with the WHMU.”
“Lieutenant,” Wes said, returning the salute. She was in uniform,
the lieutenant wasn’t, suggesting the WHMU was geared toward
medicine and not military customs. She had no problem with that.
“Captain Wes Masters.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The dark-haired woman smiled tentatively.
“Welcome aboard, ma’am.”
“Thank you. Are you the AOD?”
“Yes, ma’am. There’s also a nurse, Major Mark Beecher, on duty.
He just went to grab us some dinner.”
“Just the two of you?”
“No, ma’am. Colonel Dunbar is the MD on call—he’s backup and
in the on-call suite right now.”
“Quiet down here.”
The lieutenant smiled, more widely this time. “Activity varies,
ma’am. During the day, when the House is filled with visitors, staff,
and legislators coming and going from the Hill, we get quite a lot of
activity. In addition, there are several hundred full-time House staffers
rotating around the clock, and we render medical care to all of them. Of
course, during a State visit—” She broke off abruptly. “Sorry, I’m sure
you know all this.”
Wes made a decision on the spot. She’d learned early in life to
take lessons from everyone, anywhere she could. On the front line, rank
often lost its significance. She was in command of the WHMU, but that
didn’t mean she couldn’t utilize every resource possible. “Actually, no.
I haven’t been read in on routine around here.”
“Well then, I’m sure Peter—Commander Chang—or Colonel
Dunbar will brief you. Commander Chang is off rotation right now. He
had duty at the wedding.”
“Yes, I met the commander briefly. If I’m not on-site,” Wes said,
“you and the others can reach me by voice or text anytime. I just wanted
to get the lay of the land tonight. I won’t be taking call for a few days
yet.”
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“Care for a tour, then, Captain?”
“I would.”
“This is the clinic area, obviously.” Jennifer pivoted and swept her
arm to take in the hallway. “As you can see, four exam rooms, a fully
stocked treatment room, and the admitting office over here.”
Wes followed the lieutenant from room to room, noting the
treatment room with state-of-the-art monitors, instruments, anesthesia
carts, and OR table. Enough to perform emergency surgery. “Are we
approved for general anesthesia here?”
“Yes, ma’am. One person on every shift is anesthesia certified. We
can handle any medical or surgical emergency that comes our way.”
After they completed the circuit of the clinic area, Jennifer took
Wes to a conference room that doubled as a lounge and poured them
both steaming cups of coffee from a large stainless-steel urn.
“Thanks.” Wes pulled out a chair at the long wooden table and
Jennifer sat opposite her. “What’s the protocol for evacuation?”
“If we needed to transport the president, Marine One would fly
him to Bethesda. We also use George Washington and Howard.”
“I want to review the protocols for medical and surgical
emergencies. Are they available on a hard drive?”
“On the computer in Dr. O’Shaughnessy’s—sorry, in your
office.”
Wes nodded. “I haven’t had the official tour—is that down here
too?”“No.” Jennifer colored. “Sorry. That’s in the West Wing.”
“Then I’ll find it tomorrow.”
Wes rose, disposed of her coffee cup, and picked up her coat. “I
appreciate the introduction. How do I reach everyone to schedule a
meeting?”
“All of our pagers, phone numbers, and addresses will be in your
office. If there’s anything you need, I’d be happy to help you.”
“I appreciate that, Lieutenant. I’m sure you have more important
duties.”
“The unit is my duty, ma’am. I’m happy to help.”
“Thanks.”
Jennifer held her gaze, her dark eyes warmer than they had been
earlier. “My pleasure, ma’am.”
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“Well,” Wes said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jennifer saluted.
Wes returned the salute. “We can dispense with the formalities
among ourselves, Lieutenant.”
“Very good. Good night, Captain.”
“Good night.”
Wes followed the course she had taken with Evyn back to the
exit. The night was dark, cold, and snowy. Buttoning her overcoat, she
wondered briefly if Evyn was somewhere cursing the stormy weather.
Wes didn’t mind the snow—especially as it was falling. The pristine
coating of white made the world look somehow innocent and hopeful,
as if every possibility existed just around the corner. She walked toward
Pennsylvania Avenue to find a cab, snowflakes melting on her face.
An unfamiliar ache centered in her chest, different from the occasional
bouts of restless uncertainty she usually shrugged off with work or a
workout. Tonight the storm’s beauty stirred a surge of melancholy, a
wish for something she couldn’t define. Uncertainty was a strange and
disquieting sensation. She’d always been able to see exactly what the
future held for her. She waved a cab down and jogged toward the idling
vehicle, determined to throw off the odd mood.
Once inside, she gave him her hotel address and checked her
phone. One message.
“Hey, Wes. It’s Emory. Are you in DC? Call me.”
Wes braced her feet as the cab slid around a corner, and punched
“Hey. Where are you?”
“Right now, in a cab headed to my hotel in DC.”
“You got there just in time for the storm.” Emory laughed. “Listen,
Dana is there now on assignment and I’m coming down soon. Let’s get
together.”
“I’m not sure what my schedule is yet—”
“Aren’t you the boss? Make sure you’re off.”
Wes laughed. “I think that might be a title in name only.
Apparently, I have some on-the-job training to do first.”
“Really? What’s that about?”
“Just routine stuff.”
“Huh, top-secret stuff, right?” Emory laughed again.
“You got it.”
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“Well, I want to see you. It’s been way too long.” A moment of
silence, then, “I realized the other day how much I’ve missed you.”
Wes’s throat tightened. “Me too. I’ll do my best to make it
happen.”
“I’ll text you the when and where, when I confirm with Dana. I
thought we’d do dinner and try this great jazz club I read about. Bring
a date if—”
“If you don’t mind a third wheel, I think I’ll be stag.”
“Dana knows quite a few single women in DC.”
“Uh, no. I’m fine.”
Emory sighed. “You’re sure?”
“Very.”
“Let me know if you change your mind. It’s never too late for a
little romance.”
“For now I’ve got all I can handle with this new assignment. But
I’ll do my best to see you when you’re here.”
“Make it so, Captain Masters. See you soon.”
“’Bye, Em.”
Wes slid her phone back into her pocket and turned to watch
the storm outside. The streets held only cabs and official-looking
government vehicles—black stretch limos, SUVs, and Town Cars
bearing emblems and flags of various embassies. She thought about
what Emory had said about Dana. Emory had found love, but as much
as she and Emory had shared, they were fundamentally different.
Emory was brilliant—brilliant and driven—but she also came from an
old, privileged family in Newport, Rhode Island. While Wes had been
scrabbling for scholarships, Emory had already been part of the social
and political world she would eventually join. Wes didn’t begrudge her
a single thing—Emory had earned all her acclaim. But her outlook was
far more optimistic than Wes’s had ever been.
Emory was wrong this time—sometimes it was too late for some
things. Wes had never regretted the choices she’d made or the direction
her life had taken. She still didn’t. She just wished she could shake the
constant sense that something was missing. She knew that wasn’t true.
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“This was fabulous,” Evyn said, carrying her plate and an armful
of dishes into Louise’s small but expensively appointed kitchen. “I
can’t imagine what you’d come up with when you actually have time to
plan a meal. Thanks again.”
Louise stacked the dishes on top of the dishwasher, rinsed her
hands, and dried them on a bright red towel. She turned, her hips
against the counter, and grasped Evyn’s hand, pulling her forward until
they were toe to toe, their bodies nearly brushing. “You’ll have to come
by again when I can really do it up.”
Evyn’s skin tingled from the heat of Louise’s body so close to
her own. She watched Louise’s mouth move as she spoke, captivated
by the moist, lush surface of her lips. Her lips were full and red and,
as she recalled, very kissable. She raised her gaze and saw that Louise
had been watching her, probably reading her mind. She grinned and
Louise’s smile widened.
Louise was attractive—shoulder-length pale blond hair, straight
and perfectly styled, unlike Wes’s windblown canvas of golden browns