Thursday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.MELODY USED ONE OF her hair clips to secure the hotel curtains shut and block out all the light. An ancient window unit chugged cooler air into the pay-by-the-hour room. They'd fled to an older part of the town that pre-dated the tourist boom and nightlife. She wouldn't call it a bad part of town, just a lot less glossy and polished. The people who lived here were born from generations of fisherman before they became something else. Before the rest of the world told them to be unhappy with their lives."Oh, God. Fucking hell." Vaughn groaned.She glanced at the bed and bit her lip.Whatever drugs Nolan had given Vaughn to get him mobile had worn off a good half hour ago. Melody hadn't said it, but she was worried about a variety of medical complications that weren't infection. Blood loss, sepsis, internal bleeding, organ puncture. The list went on. If they didn't get a real doctor to look at Vaughn soon, he could very well die."It's okay. This
Blue skies. No clouds. Brisk breeze.It was picture perfect weather.Too bad Melody's insides were knotted up. For now, they were okay. But how long would that last?Grant picked their path, setting their course for a line of shops a few blocks away. They stopped in two different stores, using them as both a shopping opportunity but also to watch the street. Grant picked out some T-shirts and hats, commenting to her about his friends back home that'd get the souvenirs. They fell into the faux tourist roles easily enough, playing their parts.He didn't ask her the questions that were no doubt burning his mind. The ones she knew were coming. Instead they kept going, kept up the rouse, postponing yet more conversations they needed to have.At long last they stopped at a payphone that had seen better days.Melody ticked off the hours.It was just past midnight in Seattle.Merida was not going to be happy to hear from her.Melody fed money into the phone then dialed Merida
Thursday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.GRANT EYED THE FOUR story building behind the tall fence. The early evening light threw long shadows stretching away from them and painted the sky a vibrant riot of color .This was where Zain was sending them?Whoever had designed the exterior had included lights that threw a rainbow of colors across the pale structure making it look more like a club. Several uniformed men were stationed at regular intervals around the perimeter indicated this really wasn't a hostel at all.This wasn't a hostel. It was a hotel for kids who wanted to pretend they were roughing it.Grant hung back and let Melody led their group past the main entrance and down a side lane. It was likely for the best that she do the talking here. He just didn't have the patience to make nice with people right now. Plus, someone had to watch their tail.Vaughn was looking better and even walking steadier since getting antibiotics and fluids in him, but he wasn't ready for
Neither Grant nor Melody moved a muscle until the bungalow door shut. Even then Melody crossed to the door and drew the curtain across the glass without uttering a word. She turned and leveled a glare at him, still not speaking.Nolan emerged from the hallway. His steps were heavier and he swayed on his feet. The backpack was gone and so were the sacks of supplies. He had dark circles under his eyes and the visible bruises were beginning to turn spectacular colors."Vaughn's getting the last IV bag, then we'll try for a transfusion," he announced."Is that really a good idea?" Melody's face creased in concern.Nolan leveled a flat stare at her. "You saw how tired he is. I don't think there's enough in him to keep him going. He loses much more and he's done for."Melody held up her hands. "Okay. You know what you're doing better than I do. I just want to make sure we're making the best decision possible.""What's our plan?" Nolan glanced between them."That's what we have
Thursday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.GRANT WAITED ANOTHER THREE seconds, just long enough for Melody to take a deep breath and clear her mind before following her out onto the patio.The sun had fully set. The party was a constant backdrop, but thanks to the creative landscaping they couldn't see the pool and people in the pool couldn't see them. No, if it weren't for the noise it would just be them, this bit of earth and that spectacular view of the ocean.Melody sat on a sectional sofa in the corner. Probably because she'd been blocked from view by him inside the bungalow.This chasm that had opened between them couldn't remain.He wouldn't let it.They had to figure out a way through this."It's not like you to walk away from me," Grant said."Maybe I've learned my lesson?" She kept staring out at the ocean glittering under the moonlight.He stepped into her line of sight, forcing her to look at him. Her gaze flicked to his face and he took the full brunt of her
MELODY STARED AT GRANT. She'd never seen him so alive, so full of feeling. It was strange, almost like she'd been dropped in another dimension. One where Grant had emotions and shared them.In all the time they'd been together he hadn't told her half that stuff. Normally it seemed like he could take or leave her. The idea that under that stoic exterior he had this kind of passion simmering for her was a surprise. It also turned her on. Then again, a lot about Grant did that."Say something, damn it," he muttered."I'm taking it all in." One thing just didn't fit. "What do you mean, my space, my time?""Just, how you are, you know? You don't always like me in your space and how you like to take things slow. There's nothing wrong with that. That's what I'm trying to say."Her world shifted dangerously.That wasn't her at all. It wasn't what she wanted."Grant, I hate that we only do us things maybe once between jobs." She wanted a better word for hate, but right now that wa
The rational thing would be to rush to a bedroom or take this somewhere else. But Melody didn't want to wait a moment longer.Her normally restrained man answered her request with a kiss. Grant's hands kneaded her ass, moving her over him. She groaned against his mouth. Her breasts ached, her body hummed with arousal and need made her desperate.Melody managed to get a hand between them and hooked her thumb in the waistband of the ridiculous swim trunks he was wearing. The one nice thing was that they made accessing easy. She was able to get her hand inside his clothes and fist his cock with no belts, buttons or zippers. Maybe the trunks weren't such a bad idea.It was Grant's turn to groan.She loved that sound. It was honest, full of want and when she heard it she knew he was going to pounce.Sure enough, Melody's back hit the cushions a moment later. Grant pinned her to the sofa with his hips, his cock still in her hand."Slight problem with this plan." He lowered until
Friday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.GRANT SOAKED UP THE silence. In this moment, just after dawn, when the world was still quiet he could almost believe the lie that everything was fine. Soon enough the bubble would burst. Reality would intrude, but he wanted to hold on to this moment.Melody's fingers swiped across his skin, just under his collar bone, tracing the tattoo."What does it mean?" she whispered.He was surprised she hadn't asked sooner. Truth was, he felt kind of silly having a tattoo in the first place. He didn't regret it though."Laugh now, cry later," he said, but it wasn't his voice he heard.Grant breathed in the salty air, holding tight to the present.Melody kept quiet, waiting him out as if she knew this was something he had to come at slowly."First deployment there was this guy, real loud personality. We didn't much like each other in the beginning. Whenever someone would start complaining about pushing too hard or things getting too tough he'd