I try to put
myself in Lee’s head (not bed) on occasion and this time around this is what I
The full moon
shone silvery white though the bedroom window, leaving a square of light across
the big bed. Chip often teased me about why I wanted the big king sized bed.
Chip had a dirty mind. Truth was I was a light sleeper and tended to toss and
turn in my sleep. Anything smaller and I
was liable to end up on the floor.
complained about my taste in furniture. Right now she lay against my right hand
side, her long hair silver touched in the moonlight. She had come home three
days ago, took one look at my bandaged shoulder but never said a word. I was
expecting a fabulous speech, but she only kissed me and said, “at least you're
safe”. For not the first time I wondered what I had done to deserve her.
Safe. I was
safe. For the moment. Until the next attempt. I knew there would be another. I
was Seaview's skipper and somewhere along the line I had become a target. My
knowledge of Seaview, my ONI contacts, my friendship with the admiral, all
those things made me a target. This last time Chip had gotten caught up in a
plot to kidnap me.* My friend just shrugged it off, claiming it was part of the
job. Came with the territory. He could have been killed. Hell, I thought the
admiral had been killed. That sense of loss and desolation had been
I looked over
that the woman beside me. Wendy was sleeping peacefully, her breathing slow and
regular. Chip had asked me once what my intentions were concerning his
sister**. I didn't know then, and I still don't know. Wendy was like a piece of
me, somehow. She never demanded from me, she accepted my time on shore and was
willing to accept that Seaview was as much a part of me as my soul. Over the
years I had dated a lot of women. It was always the same. They couldn't handle
me being away for so long, weeks, maybe months at a time. It was different with
learned that lesson the hard way. While his marriage to Vanessa had lasted a
while, she hadn't been ready to accept his position as Seaview' Exec. Chip
would sooner cut off his right arm than give up Seaview. So the marriage ended
and Chip was slowly trying to heal.
I had learned
my own lesson. Those around me were a target. If Wendy stayed with me, she
would be, too. Could I protect her? Could I deal with the loss if something
happened to her?
How would I
deal with losing Chip? There had been times in the past when I had thought I
had last him. Each time something happened to him or the Admiral, a piece of me
died. I wasn't ready to admit what I might be feeling for Wendy, but I couldn't
loose her, not now.