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I apologize for the long time between posting. This chapter has changed direction from the path I "thought" we were going in... and then there is the real life stuff that happens.
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Would I Lie to You is a favorite song. I once wanted to send it to my boss when I left a job for another. I thought it fit so well, unfortunatley, I didn't think he'd get the point so I didn't. Years later, I think I should have done it. It would have left him scratching his head, but it would have been worth it.
THE HUMAN CONDITION
CHAPTER 12
Would I lie to you?
Would I lie to you baby?
Now would I say something was not true
I’m asking you sugar
Would I lie to you?
My Friends – know what ‘s in store
I won’t be here anymore
I’ve packed my bags
I’ve cleaned the floor
Watch me walking
Walking out the door.
Tell you straight – no intervention
To your face – no deception
You’re the biggest fake
That much is true.
Had all I can take
Now I’m leaving you.
Believe me I’ll make it.
Watch me walking, watch me watch me.
Would I lie to you, The Eurythmics.
The newlyweds were making their final approach to the island as Jarod noticed Macario studying her ring once again. It seemed she would stare at the engraved design for long periods of time while her mind was somewhere else.
“Are you sure these rings are okay?” He gently put his hand over both of hers. “I didn’t want anything too fancy for now.”
The concern in his voice brought her attention to him noting the worry in his face. “Jarod you thought of everything, you thought out all the details that will allow me to wear this even when I return. The rings are precious to me.” She again brought the ring up to study it on her hand.
Jarod wove his fingers between hers, “Thank you, but it was your idea to wear your ring on the middle finger, next to your mother’s ring.” He gently brought her hand to his lips to kiss the ring. “When this is over I’ll see that you have the full set of rings. I understand that there should have been an engagement ring to match, when you can wear it without question….”
She interrupted him, “Jarod, stop. That is not important, we have so many things to take care of now, that can wait.” She pulled their hand to her mouth to reciprocate the gesture of kissing his ring then added to it by opening his hand and kissing his palm.
He smiled, “I do love you. Never forget that Cario. No matter what happens, never forget it.”
Her eyes filled but a small smirk graced her face. “You love me. Really, I would never have guessed.” She leaned over to whisper in his ear and kissed him sensuously making him miss the landing and circle for another try. At his glance she chuckled then smirked. “Still got it. Even after three sensuous days in the cottage I can still make you loose your train of thought with only a kiss.”
Jarod laughed, “Cario, life with you will never be the same! And I can’t wait until we can live it openly as a family.” When her silence seemed louder than that of the plane landing on the waters of the sound, he turned to see the serious, sad expression. “No brooding, we will handle everything as it comes. We are in this together through thick and thin, Cario.”
As the plane drifted toward the pier they could see Jem smiling and waving as he waited impatiently. Jarod watched his son as he paced up and down the pier trying to anticipate the exact spot where the plane would come to a stop. Amused Jarod looked at his wife, “He is as patient as you are.”
Parker glanced at him, her tone playfully feigning annoyance, “And, it seems, you enjoy torturing him as much as you did me. Cut the engine already, Jarod. I want to hug our son.”
His grin growing, Jarod nodded and did as he was told. “Yes, Ma’am, whatever you say.”
Jem was there to help her from the plane and happily received a warm embrace. “Kiddo, I have to say I missed you more than I thought possible in three days.”
“Me too Mom.” Reluctantly moving from the hug, he caught the luggage Jarod threw down to him. When the bags were neatly arranged on the pier, the young man waved to his father. “Hi, Dad.”
Jarod hopped down to the pier and wrapped the boy in a bear hug that lasted until he felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. Pulling away, he slid his arm around his son’s shoulder and looked around, “Jem, where’s your grandfather?”
“He is in the house, waiting to hear from the Colonel. He was supposed to contact Grandfather yesterday about the plans, but no one has heard from him.” Jem watched the look that traveled between his parents. “Do you think something has happened?”
“I’m sure everything is fine,” Parker replied as her expression returned to one of pure joy. “Come on. Help us carry all this up and I’ll show you what your dad and I bought you.”
“You got me something? What is it?”
“Help us up and we’ll unpack it.” Parker reached across and hugged him again. It was new and refreshing to have someone care so genuinely and so enthusiastically.
The three gathered up the baggage and made their way up to the house. The Major met them at the door and was greeted by the warmth emanating from the two newlyweds. Parker again felt grateful for the Major’s unconditional acceptance and kind loving regard, something she never truly felt from her own father.
She greeted her father-in-law with a warm hug.
“It’s good to see you two back. How are you feeling Macario? The back and shoulder getting stronger?”
She smiled; his tone was so warm and concerned about her that it touched her deeply. “Getting stronger every day, Major.”
He smiled, “You know, you are part of the family, you don’t have to call me Major. Could you make it ‘Dad’/”
Jarod saw the surprised look on her face and watched as she considered the correct response. He knew it was a sincere invitation into the family and waited to see how she would respond.
“I … I guess that I didn’t see that coming. No offense but I never expected….” She stopped and smiled, “I would be honored to call you ‘Dad’. It will take a while to get used to, all things considered, but I’m.” She blinked and stuttered in a very unlike Miss Parker fashion several times.
The Major understanding her emotions, took her in his arms and into a warm embrace, “It’s okay Cario, I’m willing to let it come naturally.” He felt her nod in his shoulder, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and smile. “You are worth waiting on my dear. I’m so pleased my son has such good taste in women.” His smile broadened at her embarrassed expression.
“Hey, Cario, let’s get this stuff unpacked. We have an anxious kid here waiting for his present.” Jarod ruffled Jem’s hair as his son rolled his eyes.
Jem helped carry the couple’s suitcases and bags into their room, he stood watching as they interacted with each other, a touch, a smile he could feel their love for each other radiate from them. It was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. It floated around and through him, making Jem feel as though he too was weightless and soaring just as the beautiful birds they had watched together two weeks ago.
Jarod held a large thin package out to him. Jem smiled, “This is my present?”
“Well it’s one of them. Your mother has something for you too.” It dawned on Jarod that he had no memory of smiling so much in his life, with his own family surrounding him here and now, the smile took permanent residence on his face. He looked over to see that Parker was doing pretty much the same thing. Their gaze caught at that moment, he winked at her, and the smile with which she graced him so openly loving went straight to his heart.
Jem eagerly tore off the wrapping paper that finally revealed a brightly colored bodyboard that left him speechless. He turned it from side to side; in the center of the board was a painting of the Bermuda longtail with the name “Jem” painted lengthwise beneath it. The colors were bold and beautiful. Jem looked up at his parents not knowing what to do next.
His mother understanding his confusion and that these emotions were new to him, threw her arms around the boy. She slowly relaxed her embrace to kiss Jem quickly on the forehead. “That was your father’s idea. Although having the bird painted on it was my touch. Now here is what I picked out for you.”
Jem began unwrapping another bulkier gift, “When you are done I imagine your father is dying to take you down to the beach and teach you how to use it, He’s been going on about the bat tail, the slick and various wave patterns, so now he has a receptive audience.” She grinned at Jarod’s beaming face and Jem’s excitement.
Finally his mother’s gift was unwrapped. He had a box with a tee shirt like the one his mother had worn with the word Bermuda with several baby turtles swimming around the logo and underneath the shirt in the box were two large books. The first was a large volume of “The Ocean World” by Jacques Cousteau and the second a beautifully leather bound book. As Jem opened it, he was surprised to find the pages were blank. He looked up at his mother in puzzlement.
“It’s a journal. It’s pretty much like the ones they gave you in the Centre but this one you have complete control over its contents and who looks at it. My mother used them as a way of being able to talk about her worries and things that made her happy. You can write whatever you want in it. You can share it or keep it private. It is yours to do with as you want.”
She ran her hand up his back where she knew he was ticklish and grinned as he squirmed under her touch. “Jem it is a way to express yourself. We will not read it. It is yours.”
This time it was Jem that stretched to kiss her cheek. “Thank you Mom.” He leaned over toward his father and before he could decide if it was proper to kiss his father, Jarod encased him in another bear hug and gave him a loud lip-smacking kiss on the forehead. He heard his mother laughing at his father’s display and his surprise.
Jem smiled at their obvious affection and playful attitude, he swallowed wishing it could last forever but knew something more sinister was on the horizon that would change all of this forever. He didn’t know the details or how he knew what was coming but he felt it, it was like the unforgettable flavor of something you hated. Jem needed to talk to his mother about the gut feeling and instinct that allows her to know that things are going to happen, because he knew in his bones there was trouble around the corner perhaps this sense of knowing was something he inherited from her.
“Jem.”
He turned his attention away from his thoughts and back to his mother. He waited as he watched the two of them exchange a look and his father smiled and nodded. Jem again felt the soaring freedom of their affection this time he could feel it extend and pull him along with them.
His mother wrapped one arm around him; he could feel her lips on his temple as she spoke against his forehead. His father moved closer to them. “Jem, we decided that the day we became a family formally was going to be a day that we all celebrate, it is the beginning of us. So as a special reminder of how important this day is to not just your father and I, but to you and this child that we have yet to find and bring home, we thought that since we aren’t your usually family we would do something a bit different.”
He watched as she pulled out a small delicate looking case that opened with a hinge. He again could feel her lips on his forehead as she handed the case to him. It was held out to him as though it was the most precious gift he could receive. Jem watched the open emotion in his father’s eyes as he accepted the case. He could feel the anticipation and love from both of his parents.
He carefully opened the small box to see a ring, a beautiful gold ring with delicate engraving on the outside. Jem looked at his parents bewildered. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this your wedding ring?”
Jarod watched as Parker held his and her hand up with their rings on to show that it was in fact similar. “This is your ring. We decided that instead of wedding rings we would also consider them as family rings. We have one for the child that is to be your brother or sister too.” She took it out of the box and slid it on his right hand and the middle finger. It was a good fit.
She smiled at Jarod when she tugged the ring to find it didn’t slid easily back off his finger. “Way to go on the size!’ They three stood together for a few minutes arms around each other.
Parker then asked her son, “Jem, you don’t need to wear it if you aren’t ready for that. We wanted to include you in something we consider special.” She waited and watched his expressions and body language. At first she could feel him stiffen under her arm then he quickly brought both arms around her and hugged her tightly.
“Mom, Dad, I don’t know what to say.” His eyes filled with unexpected and an undefined emotion. “I.. I love you both.” He saw over his mother’s shoulder as he hugged her that his father mirrored his own feelings, filling his heart and mind with so much more than he ever thought possible. He warmly kissed his mother’s cheek and found himself swept up in his father’s embrace.
“Jem, give us a few minutes to get things put away and talk to your grandfather, then maybe we can take your body board down to the beach. The waves here are pretty mild, it will be a good place to learn and perhaps graduate to a full surfboard.”
“In other words, your dad is dying to give it a try too.” His mother was laughing as his father chased her into the bathroom.
Several minutes later he left to show his gifts to show his grandfather. Jem hated the idea of ever leaving this place on the island. It felt like home to him, like his body had grown roots and needed this place. Perhaps, he tried to reason with himself, he felt this way because it was his first home outside the Centre.
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Parker laughed as Jarod caught her around the waist and whispered in her ear, “I think you out did yourself with that one Cario, Our son was as touched by your idea as I was. What made you think of getting rings for both children that would match ours?”
“Mama always made me feel loved through her letters and special gifts. They were always perfect for me. They made me feel special.” She reached up to tenderly stroke Jarod’s cheek, “We missed so many years with our child; we missed the special moments it takes to make him feel connected. I thought he needed to know that he belongs and how important he is in us.”
Jarod held her close to him, feeling her heat beat against him; he remained quiet giving her the opportunity to share more of her deeper more personal thoughts. Parker rarely did it freely and he was learning when it happened, it was also a gift of her trust and their evolution as a couple.
“After Mama was gone, I came to realize just how special those moments were - how unique that kind of love is between a parent and a child or between anyone two people. I wish I knew….I wish I could have reciprocated that love back to her.”
“Cario, your mother knew. She gave you the ability to be able to pass that gift on and not just to your children. Each new thing I learn about you adds to all that I already feel. I am so appreciative of your ability to overcome and continue to share your love, when you have only those memories to keep it alive for you. Do you know how special you are?”
After a several intimately moments she pushed Jarod away and smiling reminded him that their son is expecting him to show him how to use that body board before the day was over.
“He can wait a few more minutes,” Jarod leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I definitely know that I like body surfing with you!”
She turned suddenly to look at him, then down at their rings before nervously saying, “Jarod, I don’t know if I can be all that you need. In so many ways we are completely different people with different views of the world.”
“Hush, we’ve already had that discussion. You are everything I need; besides, the world doesn’t need two of me or two of you. We balance each other, we compliment each other.” He leaned into a heated kiss whispering his love through the kiss as though breathing life into her.
Parker leaned against his chest and enjoyed the security she felt from him. She pulled away, “I know I let you pick out the rings but the more I look at my ring the more fascinated I am by the Celtic design. Why that one?”
“The design gives our rings a special meaning, which is a symbol of our unique relationship.” Gently taking her hand, Jarod kissed the ring then smiled at her and spread her fingers across his open palm. Pointing to the design, he spoke in the deep, solemn tone reserved for his most intimate thoughts. “The continual looping in the design stands for eternity and interconnectedness. From the moment we met, we have been connected. Each time you or I or the Centre tried to break the links that bind us together, a new link was added until, finally, we couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted our rings to represent more than just a marriage – I wanted them to tell the story of how we came to be.”
Drawing his gaze from her hand Jarod stared into her wide blue eyes. Without breaking contact, he brought her finger to his lips and, with his teeth, gently pulled the ring into his mouth. He smiled softly when she shuddered at the sensation; he then held the ring to the light, allowing them both to read the inscription.
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“Hope is the thing with feathers.”
“Emily Dickinson,” she murmured.
He nodded and slowly slid the ring into its rightful place, then whispered, ““You told me, once, that your mother used to read to you from Miss Dickinson’s collections. I took a chance that this quote would . . .”
Before he could finish the explanation, she brought his lips to hers. Her hands caressed both his cheeks then slowly slid behind his neck as his wrapped around her waist. When they separated, she remained in his arms and, in a soft voice, told him, “The quote is perfect. It works well for all of us as a family.”
His eyes lit up with delight. “Really?”
She nodded and slid from his hold, her eyes dropping back to the band on her finger. “Yes. I love it. I even love that you managed to find a jeweler to engrave the words in Sanskrit. That could not have been easy.”
“Actually, I didn’t,” he admitted with a sheepish grin, “but I did find one who allowed me to use his equipment to do it myself.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
His smile was one of self-satisfaction, because he had gotten the results he desired - her approval and delight. “I wanted to make sure that should the ring fall into the wrong hands, you could claim it was another ‘gift’ from your mother and you wanted to pass it on to your children.”
“And your ring? It’s identical to those.” Bringing his hand to her mouth, she mimicked his method of removing the band. Noting the affect it had on him, she slid deep into his embrace, before holding his ring up to the light.
“I can claim I liked yours so had one made for myself, besides, I’m the father of said children. Not wearing them on the traditional ring fingers may deter too much suspicion. However, there is no reason for them to have all the rings at the same time.” He leaned down to kiss her neck and moving the blouse with his mouth he began nuzzling her collarbone.
“We should go speak to your father, Jarod. If he is waiting to hear from Berby something is up.” She chuckled as he ignored her and continued with his exploration. When his mouth dipped lower, she sighed contentedly and murmured, “I suppose it can wait a little longer.”
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“Jem, did your parents say when they would be joining us?” The Major’s voice held a touch of wry humor.
“As soon as they were done unpacking.” Jem replied as he lifted his head from his new book.
“Well they could have unpacked and packed by now. Guess we can start supper and they will join us when they get hungry for food.”
“Do you want me to go help them so we can get started earlier?” Jem carefully closed his book and was at the doorway into the corridor.
“No, they’ve waited a long time for this moment let them enjoy the most of it.”
Jem smiled back at his grandfather’s wink. “I hope we have a chance to take that bodyboard down to the beach and try it out.”
“We will.” Jarod smiled as he put his arm around his son. “Looks like a good afternoon to do some grilling Dad? What’s on the menu?”
“That’s what I was waiting for, to find out what everyone was hungry for.”
“Let’s make grilled chicken with that tangy sauce Dad put together.” Jem suggested eagerly, he wanted to get to the beach.
The chicken was on the grill when Parker appeared with wet hair. She apologized for holding things up and offered to put a salad together. She held out a package to the Major.
“I thought it only fair after all you have done for me in my time of need.”
The Major noted the mischievous twinkle in her eye as he took the package. The family stood watching as he unwrapped the box. A few seconds later the older man threw back his head and laughed. Jem inched forward to steal a look at his grandfather’s gift, when the Major held up a colorful pair of boxer shorts with the logo “I Love Bermuda” stamped all over the garment and a matching tee shirt.
He placed the box down on a clear spot on the table before pulling his new daughter-in-law into an embrace. “Thank you Macario. You’re going to fit in this family just fine.”
…
Several hours later Jarod slid into bed behind Parker. “I hope you showered and got all the sand off Beach Boy?”
“I thought you were asleep?” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around her midriff and nuzzled her neck.
“I can’t sleep until you are in bed it seems. Another habit I’m going to have live without when we go back.”
Between kisses he said, ”But it will only be for a short time, then you are stuck with me.”
She groaned, “I guess I’ll manage to put up with you.”
He stopped and propped himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her, “Cario, there is something I think I need to talk to you about.”
Parker turned over on to look up at him, the suddenly serious tone quickly dashed the romantic mood. “Jarod, what is it? Something about the baby?”
“No. It’s something that’s been bothering me. I feel I need to explain…”
She put her fingers on his mouth, “Before you confess something, remember what we talked about before? That the past is the past and for now on we are making a new life with each other.’
He kissed the fingers then gently held them within his hand, “Cario, I did something that ultimately caused you pain…”
She watched his face, she could read the emotions in his eyes, he was unsure how she was going to react and was bracing for the worst. “Was it intentional?”
Jarod’s mouth opened then shut, “No, but it still happened.”
Parker sighed, “Does it have to do with Tommy?”
This time Jarod couldn’t hide the surprise, “How did you know?”
She shrugged and leaned back against the pillows. “He’s been on my mind, I guess. I just figured he was on yours, too.”
Jarod nodded sadly, averting his eyes for a moment before saying softly, “Thomas and I worked together. I met him in the course of a pretend and . . ..”
“You knew Tommy,” she whispered.
“I thought that if you and he met . . .” he continued apologetically, watching as her eyes filled with the memory of her former lover. “I never meant for either of you to . . . be hurt. I never meant to make him a target of the Centre.”
Parker freed her hand from his and again placed it on his lips, “No, not now Jarod. We’ve both made mistakes in our past. Let’s leave it. Please.”
His eyes narrowed at her response, she watched his features harden and knew she had to explain. “Tommy came into my life at a time when I needed someone. As usual your timing was impeccable. He will always be special to me. I will always feel responsible for his death. I should have realized how things would work out. But I’m beginning to understand some of the motivations behind his murder. Daddy’s plans are very important to him and he would have never allowed anyone to derail his ride to the top. Tommy would have interrupted their plans for me.” She allowed her hand to caress his cheek, “None of us knew, Jarod. We were and still are just game pieces to them. My father included.”
“If things would have been different, you would be with Tommy now.”
“We don’t know that. I know that I’m in love with you. We have a child to love and another that needs us to free him. There is no room in the here and now for us to drag the past between us.”
They continued watching and touching each other.
Silence enveloped them as both considered what she had just said. It took a while before Jarod spoke. “Cario, I have always loved you, even when we were at our worst to each other, the times it looked like I taunted you. I just never imagined that you would feel the same, that this could have happened.” He leaned down to kiss her, feeling her response filled his heart.
She whispered, “Now you know. Just remember that we are different people now. No more tricks, manipulations and lies. We are responsible for the lives of others, we can’t afford to indulge in the behaviors we did before. This is going to be a new road, and I can’t promise you it is going to be smooth.”
He leaned more fully into her, “No one has that ability to promise no problems, no rough spots, as long as we travel it with the same goals, I think we can pass through that road as good as it gets.”
She chuckled into his mouth, “ Or we can die trying.”
Jarod groaned, “I wish you’d stop saying that.”
For the next couple of hours they were lost to the world around them.
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The pounding on the door brought Parker immediately to a sitting position with her heart racing, “Jarod!” She nudged the sleeping man beside her, when he seemed to be so soundly asleep as not to have heard her, Parker quickly slipped her robe on and went to the door.
The Major was standing in front of her looking agitated, “Macario, get Jarod and meet me in the library something has happened. At her nod he quickly left the door looking more rattled than she had ever seen him.
Parker looked down at Jarod, his eyes were fluttering as he was slowly coming to consciousness. She sat beside him and caressed the whisker-covered cheek. His eyes opened he reached for the hand on his face and taking it he kissed it gently.
“ I think our calm before the storm is over. Something is up and whatever it is your father is all twisted up over it. He wants us in the library immediately. I suppose that means dressed!”
The regret and sorrow drenched her demeanor and words as she stood to get ready, Jarod suddenly reached for her hand and brought her back to him, “Listen to me, this is the beginning of the end of the life were forced to live. This is temporary. We get through this next month or so and all those years we endured the Centre and its violence and any authority it had over us is over.” He kissed her forehead when her expression didn’t change; the sorrow in her eyes was breaking his heart to see.
“Keep reminding yourself that no matter what happens it is only temporary compared to what we will have when it’s all over.” Parker kept her head down, Jarod tilted her chin so she could no longer avoid his gaze, “Repeat after me, ‘this is temporary it gets better and better after this’”.
Her emotions kept the smile from ever reaching Parker’s lips. “I know. I know we prepared for nearly every scenario, I just feel like Jem. I don’t want to leave here, this place we are at physically and for once I feel I have a real home.”
Jarod pulled her to him for another deep hug and felt her cling to him. Another sign of the changing relationship was that she openly shared her fear and reluctance to leave what they established together.
They entered the library the Major was pacing with no small degree of agitation; a new voice was speaking with authority. As soon as their arrival was noticed everything became quiet. Parker spotted Jem sitting in a corner beside a large globe of the world, using one finger to absently spin it. She thought he looked as forlorn as she felt. Parker left Jarod’s side and went to her son who quickly rose to his feet and slipped his arms around his mother.
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He held tightly to her as the security they had as a family seemed to be changing. His life held so few changes for so many years now, it was one large change quickly followed by another. All were life altering, and all changed his perspective on everything he thought he knew. Jem was finally in a place that he thought was a true refuge from all the turmoil and strangeness of the Centre, only to find it was about to change again. Albeit temporary. Hopefully.
“Macario, Jarod please sit down. There’s been an event that has changed everything.” The Major’s voice was weighed down by a slight tremor when he spoke words with long vowel sounds.
Parker guided Jem with her as she sat in the couch facing the desk the Major and the younger military man stood behind. She watched Jarod move to stand behind the couch with a hand on Jem’s shoulder and the other resting close to her collarbone. She could feel his fingers slowly moving across the bone soothing and reassuring her.
No one spoke as the Major took sometime to gain control. Whatever happened had more than an element of surprise for the older man. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand down over his face before looking at his audience.
“I have just been told that Colonel Berby’s plane went down in the Atlantic two days ago. He and his son were the only two on board. Remains of the plane have been found, but no survivors.” The Major shook his head in disbelief at the loss of his friend. “This is Major Robbins, he worked with the Colonel on this case, he’ll fill you in.”
As the Major turned to sit on the cushioned chair behind the desk facing the window, Parker stood and went to him. She gently wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear, “Dad, I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. We’ll get to the bottom of all of this.”
Hooking her arm through his, she led him to the couch. Jem moved to the side, making room for his grandfather and smiled sympathetically at the older man. The Major felt his son’s hand rub his shoulder before Jarod moved back to stand behind his wife and son, with a sigh the older man rested his arm along the back of the couch behind his grandson and looked at the man now running the operation.
The shorter military man stood watching the group. There was no hint of compassion or emotion in his demeanor or in his eyes at the mention of the loss of his superior and his only son. Jarod watched him closely looking for any subtle hints as to this man’s allegiance.
“We will mostly continue with the plans as the Colonel originally covered with you. There are a few changes. The first is that Jarod will remain here on the island rather than return to the States with Miss Parker. The Colonel was concerned that if Jarod is discovered the entire plan would fail. We have come too far to allow that to happen.”
His baldhead was beading with perspiration as he silently watched the group awaiting the reaction he was sure would follow his announcement. The only sound was that of the alarm on Jarod’s watch. He glanced at his son then nodded and started across the room.
“Just a moment, I need to see that Parker gets her antibiotic now. She is almost done with the routine and, since you seem determined to make her, if not all of us, fight for our lives, I would prefer she begin as healthy as possible.”
Without looking back, Jarod left the room. When Jem followed, Parker quickly exchanged a glance with Jarod’s father before frowning and doing the same. “Oh, good, I was so afraid I was going to miss the last couple of horse pills.”
Once on the patio, she crossed her arms and stared at the two men in her life. “What’s this about? I haven’t taken any antibiotic for weeks.”
“Ssssh. He’s wearing a wire. The watch alarm was Jem’s idea. It is set to pick up certain frequencies. I had it set on vibrate until a certain level was established before it sounded.”
“And, it’s obvious he’s lying, Mom.”
“I felt it too. He’s not very polished. My guess is he was a last minute fill in,” Parker nodded. Then, looking at her son, she smiled and wrapped her arm around him. “Nice touch with the watch there, Mr. Spymaster.”
Jarod briefly allowed a smile for them, before continuing with the business at hand. “When he leaves we sweep the place for bugs. We’ll buy you some time Cario. Contact Broots and see what you can find out about this plane crash and Robbins.”
Parker winced, “Then what?”
Jarod and Jem answered in unison, “Plan B”.
The two men returned to the library first. Robbins was standing in front of the desk, with his backside slightly perched on the edge. “Where is Miss Parker?”
“Bathroom stop, the antibiotics she’s still on have given her a slight urinary tract infection. She’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“Well, she may have less than a couple of days. That is the other item -we are moving things ahead. I’ll be here tomorrow at noon to pick Parker up for the trip to the mainland.”
“The agreement was four days. I’m sorry for the loss of your boss, but our agreement was with him and it stands.” There was little room for debate in Jarod’s tone. “How do we know that you are even familiar with the plans? You are not one of the operatives he has mentioned. For all we know you are a Centre operative, responsible for the disappearance of Colonel Berby and here to take us back.”
The man was only slightly caught off guard by the comment. “If that were true, if I was a Centre operative I wouldn’t stop at just taking Miss Parker back, I would have hit the jackpot with all of you and I wouldn’t wait until tomorrow. We would be on our way as soon as I could hustle all of you on the plane” He leaned toward Jarod, “I understand your distrust of the circumstances, but we need to move on this now.”
“Why now? What has changed other than Berby’s disappearance—which by the way—we only have your word on.”
The man looked a bit frustrated, “If I get you proof of the crash will you co-operate?”
Jarod’s father snorted, “We have lived with manipulated truths, you have to do pretty damn good to produce something we can believe in.”
Parker stood at the doorway, her hand at her back. It took less than a second for the communication between the two of them to register when Jarod jumped the man. Bending him backwards over the desk, he pinned Robbins with both hands held to his sides and a knee perfectly placed in the groin.
Jarod looked to Jem at that moment the sounds of amplified waves filled the room. Major Charles was close enough at Jarod’s side to hear his son’s request to search their prisoner.
Parker watched for a several minutes then when she could remain passive no longer she joined her father-in-law as Jarod turned Robbins to face the desk with his hands sprawled out on either side. Parker first removed his tie and found the wire attached to it. She smiled holding it up to Jarod as his father continued to empty the prone man’s pockets laying everything out on the desk. “How original,” she smirked.
Parker started through each item, removing the two weapons from his reach before comparing his wallet identification with that found in his dress jacket.
“Jarod, he’s not who he said he was.” When the Pretender looked at her, she held up Robbins’ Interpol ID and Scotland Yard badge.
Immediately, Jarod pulled the man up to face him and demanded, “What is going on? I want the truth.”
“Miss Parker’s appearance here has garnered more interest from intelligence agencies across two continents than just MI6. The disappearance of the Colonel has brought it all to a head.” The man was still gasping for breath as Jarod released his hold on him.
“Why?”
“Come on Jarod, you are the genius aren’t you? This is as close to Centre hierarchy as any interested law enforcement agency in the world has gotten. Do you honestly think anyone of those not on the Centre’s payroll would pass up the opportunity to latch on to this prize?”
Jarod stepped up to Robbins grapping tightly to his lapels, “If you know as much as you think you know, you would be aware that Parker is working with MI6 to put an end to the machinations the Centre has employed over the years.”
“I am aware of the pact she-all of you -made with MI6. Don’t you find it interesting that the man she was so willing to work with is now dead? Isn’t that how the Centre generally does business?” Robbins seemed unaware of the rage building within the Pretender.
“Exactly our point regarding you.” Parker snarled. Stepping behind Jarod and placing a firm hand on his shoulder, she uttered, “He’s right Jarod. This is how the Centre operates. If they know we are here, no one is safe. We need to move and regroup.”
Jarod watched his wife as she turned and began pacing the room. He could feel the frustration and desperation in her stiff posture and her quick movements. It was hard to believe that in just a few short days, she went from relaxed and pliable to looking hard and torn.
“That won’t be necessary.”
The new voice brought a quick reaction to the room’s occupants. Parker had her gun raised and aimed at the newest arrival. Jarod moved Jem behind him and stood beside Parker. The Major had a firm grasp on Robbins neck. The movement in the room couldn’t have been more coordinated if the family had practiced it.
“Berby?” The Major’s voice was filled with shock, relief and suspicion.
“I’m sorry to put you through that, but we had to know what we were dealing with. We needed proof that your allegiance was authentic. I think you can lower your weapon Miss Parker.”
Parker lowered her gun slightly; she tilted her head and looked at Jarod. Their communication was unspoken but clearly understood by each. When she looked back at Berby, she tightened her grip on the firearm and brought its aim back on his chest.
“We were ready to work with you. Now, however, you need to explain yourself. If we had trouble trusting you before, you can’t begin to understand the position you just put yourself in.” Parker’s tone held no room for any negotiation.
The Colonel nodded and pointed toward the chairs asking permission to be allowed to enter and sit. Parker nodded, her gun lowered tracking his progress to the chair.
“This is going to take a while, please.”
Jarod shoved Robbins to the sofa to sit beside Berby. He noted the Colonel’s stiffened posture at the move and growled, “You have taken away any trust we had in your operation. Not that we trusted you completely, but there has to be a damn good reason for this masquerade. Start talking Colonel.”
“I did not lie about being with the MI6 or about my son. Daniel has been moved to a secure location in Australia until this is over,” he said. Glancing between Parker and Jarod, he sighed and added, “We have been made aware that there are ancient documents in Scotland that are of interest to the Centre. Our sources say that, at one time, they were in possession of these documents and will do anything to regain control and ownership. Are you aware of the papers to which I am referring?” His gaze was almost accusingly fixed upon Parker. He watched her response noting the surprise and then the anger.
“No. But then I’m rarely included in those that need to know,” she responded tightly. “What could be the Centre’s interest? They are hardly archaeologists and preserving anything except their own skin has never been a priority. Are you sure your information source has that right?”
“I am positive my information is correct.” Berby continued staring at the brunette trying to decide if it were possible that the chairman’s daughter could be kept so completely in the dark.
“Scotland?” The Major’s voice brought everyone’s attention to him. “I remember Margaret talking about meeting Catherine Parker at some Island off the Scottish coast, a few years after Jarod was taken by the Centre.”
Berby stood to look into the Major’s eyes. “Do you remember anything about their meeting?”
“No. At the time we were living pretty much in hiding. Catherine said she thought she found a way to make things right. When Margaret returned she would only say that Catherine found the key to open the secrets and get our boy back.” The Major winced and looked at Parker with great sympathy before continuing, “Unfortunately it seemed Catherine died before she had a chance to do anything more.”
With her gun now at her side, Parker stood toe to toe with Berby, “And yet you have this information? How?”
“One of our man stumbled upon a memo regarding some sort of Scrolls that the Trimuvirate was trying to recover. They were putting a lot of pressure on Mr. Parker to deliver them. We were hoping to intercept the information before it was passed on.”
Parker could feel herself becoming angry, “Oh you thought if you played games with our lives that some how all this would fall into your laps?” She turned on her heel then spun back to Berby, “You’re a foolish old man. Why wouldn’t you have been upfront with what you wanted, why the games? I am sick to death of this. Right now I trust you as much as I trust the Centre. I have no intention of playing the game piece between the two of you.”
Jarod watched as his wife handed him her gun then stormed out of the library. A second later, the slamming of the patio door announced that she left the house.
“You underestimated her. You used her just as her father did for most of her life and you expect her cooperation? No wonder the world has gone to hell with people like you holding the reins.” Taking a deep breath, Jarod turned to his son, “Jem go check on your mom for me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Jarod waited until the boy was gone before standing up to Berby and Robbins. He felt his father’s presence at his side every bit as determined as he felt. “You have ten minutes to make some sense of why you decided this approach would work, then another five minutes to clear up the mess.”
Berby shook his head, “I misjudged this situation here. The Centre has so many tendrils in so many places, that I felt sure we had a large limb just handed to his with Miss Parker here. We know she contacted the Centre and assumed the code she used was to inform them of your presence and of our interest. The MI6 has combined forces with Scotland Yard and Interpol to finally put an end to some of the international crimes the Centre has been involved in.” Berby looked uncomfortable, “The communication we monitored could very easily have been a ruse. If that were the case, all the years of work, the undercover man and your lives would all have been gone.”
Jarod looked at his father hard.
The Major winced, “Son, I had no idea about any of this. I did not betray that young woman, you or your family.”
Jarod managed a tight smile, “I didn’t think you did Dad. This is going to make everything more difficult. Trust is a delicate issue with Cario, and with all of us who had long term dealings with the Centre.”
Jarod turned his attention to the two men, “You certainly managed to undo anything you had going for you.”
Jem stood in the light rain and watched as his mother jogged down the beach, her arms bent and held tightly against her sides. He knew she would feel that pain in the shoulder if she didn’t soon stop, the rain had soaked her clothing and her hair, and both now hung limply as she continued working off her frustration. He watched the lithe gracefulness of her long strides, her attention seemed fixated at some unseen goal in front of her. She never noticed the tides or the landscape. He wondered if she realized the rain had picked up and was now becoming a steady downpour.
A hand on his shoulder startled him. “Jem go in and get some towels and my robe off the bed, please. I’m going to attempt to convince your mom to come in before she makes herself sick or reinjures that shoulder.” Jarod patted his son on the back.
“Ah, Dad, I was thinking maybe it would be better to have Berby or Robbins go down and talk to her.” Jem grinned knowingly at his father. She needs an outlet for her frustration, it is only fitting that the source of that frustration get a sense of what they did.”
At his son’s interested look, Jarod agreed, “I know first hand how your mother hates to be manipulated and lead in circles with crumbs. I did it to her for years. I think her fondest dream, back in those days would be to have faced me right after one of those events and take out all the frustration and pain in one good swing.”
“That explains her reactions to you when we first got here. Mom doesn’t like to be treated like you know her thoughts before she does. Lately you seem to be giving her time to express them herself. I think that’s why she has started to let her guard down more around you and allow you to see her from a different perspective.” Jem shrugged at the intensity of his father’s gaze, “I can see how quickly she masks her emotions or changes subjects when you sort of announced what she was thinking or feeling. It’s easy when you are just the spectator, especially when the people you are watching are ones that you love. If you watch how she reacts to these guys and their actions maybe you can see why she was so angry with you for so long”
“How do you know this Jem? You only just met both of us a short time ago.”
“I’m a genius too, at least that’s what I’ve heard.” The boy grinned cheekily, a mirror image of his own father’s smug look. “And I have this family that I want to keep with me… together if at all possible. I don’t want either of you to hurt, but right now Mom is hurting. It seems to be the old hurt reopened. Maybe if she confronts it she’ll see it for what it is, and we are here to help.” He appealed to his father’s understanding and to the longing in his father’s eyes when he watched his parents together.
Jarod stared at his son, his amusement and his surprise reflected in the tone of his answer. “Maybe you’re right, after all we’ll be right here waiting for her… with warm dry towels it would look innocent enough. If you are right I should get Robbins, he’s younger don’t want the old man to have a heart attack do we? Thanks Jem, I knew that I was baiting her, but didn’t realize how low of a hit it was when her own father was doing the same thing. As much as I detest what he did, I guess I was as guilty… just in a different manner.”
Jem held Jarod’s forearm as he turned to reenter the house. “Dad there’s something else that is bothering me. Did you notice no one seemed to know that you two were married? Didn’t Grandfather mention their security and intelligence here when he said how safe we would be?”
Jarod stopped to give his full attention again to his son. “I noticed that. It is possible that Berby was in the States or in the process of moving his son at the time. We have already begun checking into Berby’s supposed plane accident and his son’s status at the institute before we found out that the story was a piece of fiction. I’ll use another more secure route to check into that since they were able to track your Mom’s previous call.”
Jarod wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulder, “Don’t worry no one is going anywhere until we know what we are dealing with.” He then turned to see Major Robbins first taste of Parker’s fuse when lit.
Jarod and Jem stood under the patio roof watching the scene on the beach as the Major and Colonel Berby argued softly on the other side of the door to the patio.
“Ouch, that had to hurt.”
“I just hope she didn’t hurt herself when she flattened him. I guess we should have warned him not to approach her from behind like that.” Jarod smirked as the older man struggled to his feet only to meet the blue ice of rage that stood before him. “Good idea Jem. This gives her a chance to deflate a bit of that hurt and frustration and he’ll get a good look at why it’s not a clever idea to ever underestimate your mother.” Jarod wondered then if their relationship would have changed sooner if he had been more observant and more insightful of his own behavior’s affect on the woman he had always loved. How could he have loved her and caused her that much pain?
Jem seemed to pick up on his father’s thoughts when he moved closer to Jarod and whispered, “They say you always hurt the one you love.”
Jarod looked down into the dark eyes, “ Who says that?”
“I heard it on the radio the other day, it was the lyrics to a song they were playing.” Jem’s smile was a little uncertain, “Think that it’s true Dad?”
“I think it would explain a lot.” Jarod ruffled his son’s hair, noting that the young teen this time quickly ran his hand over it smoothing it back into place. Jarod smiled to himself, the boy is adjusting quickly to the world around him, even as isolated on this island as they were from the world, Jem reacted as any teenage might have.
The rain on the roof dimmed any chance they had of hearing the discussion on the beach, an occasional word floated up to them, it was plain to see that this time it was not Parker that was on the defensive. The poor guy may have dealt with criminal minds before, but he had never put himself in the position with this particular woman who had spent most of her life just surviving her own family.
Jarod watched his wife with concern, the rain was pouring down and she was soaked, and angry, her fist clenched at her sides as she faced off with the man that just lied to her and attempted to manipulate the family she just found into an unknown but obviously dangerous situation.
He opened the kitchen door and started toward the coffee machine before his father intercepted him. “Jarod, I have a pot on now brewing. There are more towels laid out in your bathroom and the small space heater is on in there. Whenever Macario returns I think you may want to grab a mug for her and steer her in that direction get her warmed up and out of those wet clothes.”
“Thanks Dad, I think they are about to come up. Colonel, if I were you I wouldn’t stand in her way. It may be a good idea to give her a lot of room until she’s had time to unwind.”
The Colonel had just gotten an earful from Major Charles he had a feeling it was not going to end there. “Listen Jarod, I know things look as though we were ….”
“Save it Colonel. I fully agree with Cario on this. I thought you did your homework and knew what you were dealing with, if you had you would have known that you totally wiped out everything you –we had built for this exercise. She gave you everything she knew willingly and you betrayed her and us. Ask your friend when he gets back how far behind this little stunt put you!” Jarod narrowed his eyes and stood close enough to the Colonel he could smell his last cigar, “You have until she gets out of her shower to find your courage and try being truthful.”
Jarod then smirked and added, “Working in politics I’m sure your familiar with the term ‘ass kissing’? Pucker up!”
The Colonel ‘s face had a red shine to it, the color deepened when he heard his old former service buddy openly laugh at the last comment.
The door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it and bouncing back on the man closely following her. Parker stormed past everyone in the kitchen leaving a rainstorm behind her as the moisture soaked garments showered everything in her wake. Jarod exchanged a quick look with his father before running to catch up with her, towels in hand.
He entered their bedroom to find her in an agitated state pacing and rubbing the knuckles on her right hand. He gently walked up to her standing her in path.
“Cario, let me look at your hand.” He took the swollen appendage and examined it easing the fingers into a more relaxed position while watching for a broken or misaligned bone. “You slammed him pretty good.” He held on to the hand but watched her face, “Are you okay?”
“Define okay.”
He couldn’t tell if her eyes were filled with emotion or because she was soaking wet. He pulled her to him and gently wrapped one towel around her hair and the other around her neck, then using the ends of the one around her neck he began to softly dry her face. Jarod felt her tremble and pulled her into a full embrace, his hands comforting her by soothing her back and shoulders.
“Come on, into the hot shower before you come down with some rare island disease.” Jarod guided her into the warmed bathroom her robe sitting on the counter. “I’ll get you a fresh hot mug of coffee.” When she continued looking down, he took her chin between his hands and stooped to look into her eyes, “Want some help with the shower?”
“I’m not a total invalid.”
“That was not the kind of help I was offering, at least I have never asked an invalid to shower with me. Well not in that way.” He grinned knowing she knew he was getting himself into trouble.
“Exactly how many invalids have you offered your services to, besides me?” With her head still tilted down she looked up at him through her wet hair.
His voice caught in his throat at the sad beautiful eyes, “No one, I never… “
“Can we make a rain date for that one? And would you mind getting me the offered hot coffee, please.” She attempted a smile at his nod, “Jarod, thank you.” She surprised him by closing the distance between them again and reaching up to kiss him, her arms tightly holding him to her. “What would I do without you?”
“You will never have to find out Cario. Get your shower, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He waited for her nod and after depositing another warming kiss on the chilled lips he left.
Jarod had just closed the door behind him when he felt a presence to his left. He turned quickly to find Jem leaning against the wall.
“Dad how is Mom?”
Jarod reached over and pulled his son to him, “ She’s pulling herself together but she’s pretty upset yet. I’m glad you came back here.” Jarod pulled him into the room that was to have been Jarod’s room. He closed the door and spoke in a quiet but stern voice. “ I need you to go get on the computer in your room, see if there are any emails in this account.” He tore out a page of notepaper from the desk drawer and scribbled down his account and password. “Jem, this is important, don’t open anything. Just check the sender and get back to me. Also check the refuge account the same way. We are hoping to hear from CJ but we need to make sure that it is CJ or Broots. I’ll know when I see it. I have a feeling the Centre is going to be pulling out all the stops now and will try just about anything to find your Mom.”
The young man’s face took on a frightened look, “Do you think we are still safe here? Are these men working for the Centre?”
“I don’t think they are, or we would be on our way back to Blue Cove, in the loving arms of a dozen sweepers. We are waiting for confirmation on our friends in the kitchen’s ID’s and locations for the last week. “ His hand on teens shoulder Jarod continued, “When you get that done, if there is anything come find me. I expect to be back here with your Mom until she’s able to deal with Berby and Robbins without starting a war. If there is nothing in the mail, I want you to hang back, and listen to everything until we get back. Be a wall flower with ears.”
“A wallflower with ears? I don’t understand.”
“It means place yourself where no one thinks about your presence like the flowers on wall paper, but listen closely to everything for me until I get back there. Can you do it.”?
“Whose son am I? Of course I can do it. “ He grinned at his father and walked back though the kitchen.
Jarod gave him a few minutes before following him to retrieve Parker’s coffee. The three older men sat at the table talking. Jarod noted that Robbins was draped in towels but still wore his suit.
CHAPTER 12
Would I lie to you?
Would I lie to you baby?
Now would I say something was not true
I’m asking you sugar
Would I lie to you?
My Friends – know what ‘s in store
I won’t be here anymore
I’ve packed my bags
I’ve cleaned the floor
Watch me walking
Walking out the door.
Tell you straight – no intervention
To your face – no deception
You’re the biggest fake
That much is true.
Had all I can take
Now I’m leaving you.
Believe me I’ll make it.
Watch me walking, watch me watch me.
Would I lie to you, The Eurythmics.
The newlyweds were making their final approach to the island as Jarod noticed Macario studying her ring once again. It seemed she would stare at the engraved design for long periods of time while her mind was somewhere else.
“Are you sure these rings are okay?” He gently put his hand over both of hers. “I didn’t want anything too fancy for now.”
The concern in his voice brought her attention to him noting the worry in his face. “Jarod you thought of everything, you thought out all the details that will allow me to wear this even when I return. The rings are precious to me.” She again brought the ring up to study it on her hand.
Jarod wove his fingers between hers, “Thank you, but it was your idea to wear your ring on the middle finger, next to your mother’s ring.” He gently brought her hand to his lips to kiss the ring. “When this is over I’ll see that you have the full set of rings. I understand that there should have been an engagement ring to match, when you can wear it without question….”
She interrupted him, “Jarod, stop. That is not important, we have so many things to take care of now, that can wait.” She pulled their hand to her mouth to reciprocate the gesture of kissing his ring then added to it by opening his hand and kissing his palm.
He smiled, “I do love you. Never forget that Cario. No matter what happens, never forget it.”
Her eyes filled but a small smirk graced her face. “You love me. Really, I would never have guessed.” She leaned over to whisper in his ear and kissed him sensuously making him miss the landing and circle for another try. At his glance she chuckled then smirked. “Still got it. Even after three sensuous days in the cottage I can still make you loose your train of thought with only a kiss.”
Jarod laughed, “Cario, life with you will never be the same! And I can’t wait until we can live it openly as a family.” When her silence seemed louder than that of the plane landing on the waters of the sound, he turned to see the serious, sad expression. “No brooding, we will handle everything as it comes. We are in this together through thick and thin, Cario.”
As the plane drifted toward the pier they could see Jem smiling and waving as he waited impatiently. Jarod watched his son as he paced up and down the pier trying to anticipate the exact spot where the plane would come to a stop. Amused Jarod looked at his wife, “He is as patient as you are.”
Parker glanced at him, her tone playfully feigning annoyance, “And, it seems, you enjoy torturing him as much as you did me. Cut the engine already, Jarod. I want to hug our son.”
His grin growing, Jarod nodded and did as he was told. “Yes, Ma’am, whatever you say.”
Jem was there to help her from the plane and happily received a warm embrace. “Kiddo, I have to say I missed you more than I thought possible in three days.”
“Me too Mom.” Reluctantly moving from the hug, he caught the luggage Jarod threw down to him. When the bags were neatly arranged on the pier, the young man waved to his father. “Hi, Dad.”
Jarod hopped down to the pier and wrapped the boy in a bear hug that lasted until he felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. Pulling away, he slid his arm around his son’s shoulder and looked around, “Jem, where’s your grandfather?”
“He is in the house, waiting to hear from the Colonel. He was supposed to contact Grandfather yesterday about the plans, but no one has heard from him.” Jem watched the look that traveled between his parents. “Do you think something has happened?”
“I’m sure everything is fine,” Parker replied as her expression returned to one of pure joy. “Come on. Help us carry all this up and I’ll show you what your dad and I bought you.”
“You got me something? What is it?”
“Help us up and we’ll unpack it.” Parker reached across and hugged him again. It was new and refreshing to have someone care so genuinely and so enthusiastically.
The three gathered up the baggage and made their way up to the house. The Major met them at the door and was greeted by the warmth emanating from the two newlyweds. Parker again felt grateful for the Major’s unconditional acceptance and kind loving regard, something she never truly felt from her own father.
She greeted her father-in-law with a warm hug.
“It’s good to see you two back. How are you feeling Macario? The back and shoulder getting stronger?”
She smiled; his tone was so warm and concerned about her that it touched her deeply. “Getting stronger every day, Major.”
He smiled, “You know, you are part of the family, you don’t have to call me Major. Could you make it ‘Dad’/”
Jarod saw the surprised look on her face and watched as she considered the correct response. He knew it was a sincere invitation into the family and waited to see how she would respond.
“I … I guess that I didn’t see that coming. No offense but I never expected….” She stopped and smiled, “I would be honored to call you ‘Dad’. It will take a while to get used to, all things considered, but I’m.” She blinked and stuttered in a very unlike Miss Parker fashion several times.
The Major understanding her emotions, took her in his arms and into a warm embrace, “It’s okay Cario, I’m willing to let it come naturally.” He felt her nod in his shoulder, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and smile. “You are worth waiting on my dear. I’m so pleased my son has such good taste in women.” His smile broadened at her embarrassed expression.
“Hey, Cario, let’s get this stuff unpacked. We have an anxious kid here waiting for his present.” Jarod ruffled Jem’s hair as his son rolled his eyes.
Jem helped carry the couple’s suitcases and bags into their room, he stood watching as they interacted with each other, a touch, a smile he could feel their love for each other radiate from them. It was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. It floated around and through him, making Jem feel as though he too was weightless and soaring just as the beautiful birds they had watched together two weeks ago.
Jarod held a large thin package out to him. Jem smiled, “This is my present?”
“Well it’s one of them. Your mother has something for you too.” It dawned on Jarod that he had no memory of smiling so much in his life, with his own family surrounding him here and now, the smile took permanent residence on his face. He looked over to see that Parker was doing pretty much the same thing. Their gaze caught at that moment, he winked at her, and the smile with which she graced him so openly loving went straight to his heart.
Jem eagerly tore off the wrapping paper that finally revealed a brightly colored bodyboard that left him speechless. He turned it from side to side; in the center of the board was a painting of the Bermuda longtail with the name “Jem” painted lengthwise beneath it. The colors were bold and beautiful. Jem looked up at his parents not knowing what to do next.
His mother understanding his confusion and that these emotions were new to him, threw her arms around the boy. She slowly relaxed her embrace to kiss Jem quickly on the forehead. “That was your father’s idea. Although having the bird painted on it was my touch. Now here is what I picked out for you.”
Jem began unwrapping another bulkier gift, “When you are done I imagine your father is dying to take you down to the beach and teach you how to use it, He’s been going on about the bat tail, the slick and various wave patterns, so now he has a receptive audience.” She grinned at Jarod’s beaming face and Jem’s excitement.
Finally his mother’s gift was unwrapped. He had a box with a tee shirt like the one his mother had worn with the word Bermuda with several baby turtles swimming around the logo and underneath the shirt in the box were two large books. The first was a large volume of “The Ocean World” by Jacques Cousteau and the second a beautifully leather bound book. As Jem opened it, he was surprised to find the pages were blank. He looked up at his mother in puzzlement.
“It’s a journal. It’s pretty much like the ones they gave you in the Centre but this one you have complete control over its contents and who looks at it. My mother used them as a way of being able to talk about her worries and things that made her happy. You can write whatever you want in it. You can share it or keep it private. It is yours to do with as you want.”
She ran her hand up his back where she knew he was ticklish and grinned as he squirmed under her touch. “Jem it is a way to express yourself. We will not read it. It is yours.”
This time it was Jem that stretched to kiss her cheek. “Thank you Mom.” He leaned over toward his father and before he could decide if it was proper to kiss his father, Jarod encased him in another bear hug and gave him a loud lip-smacking kiss on the forehead. He heard his mother laughing at his father’s display and his surprise.
Jem smiled at their obvious affection and playful attitude, he swallowed wishing it could last forever but knew something more sinister was on the horizon that would change all of this forever. He didn’t know the details or how he knew what was coming but he felt it, it was like the unforgettable flavor of something you hated. Jem needed to talk to his mother about the gut feeling and instinct that allows her to know that things are going to happen, because he knew in his bones there was trouble around the corner perhaps this sense of knowing was something he inherited from her.
“Jem.”
He turned his attention away from his thoughts and back to his mother. He waited as he watched the two of them exchange a look and his father smiled and nodded. Jem again felt the soaring freedom of their affection this time he could feel it extend and pull him along with them.
His mother wrapped one arm around him; he could feel her lips on his temple as she spoke against his forehead. His father moved closer to them. “Jem, we decided that the day we became a family formally was going to be a day that we all celebrate, it is the beginning of us. So as a special reminder of how important this day is to not just your father and I, but to you and this child that we have yet to find and bring home, we thought that since we aren’t your usually family we would do something a bit different.”
He watched as she pulled out a small delicate looking case that opened with a hinge. He again could feel her lips on his forehead as she handed the case to him. It was held out to him as though it was the most precious gift he could receive. Jem watched the open emotion in his father’s eyes as he accepted the case. He could feel the anticipation and love from both of his parents.
He carefully opened the small box to see a ring, a beautiful gold ring with delicate engraving on the outside. Jem looked at his parents bewildered. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this your wedding ring?”
Jarod watched as Parker held his and her hand up with their rings on to show that it was in fact similar. “This is your ring. We decided that instead of wedding rings we would also consider them as family rings. We have one for the child that is to be your brother or sister too.” She took it out of the box and slid it on his right hand and the middle finger. It was a good fit.
She smiled at Jarod when she tugged the ring to find it didn’t slid easily back off his finger. “Way to go on the size!’ They three stood together for a few minutes arms around each other.
Parker then asked her son, “Jem, you don’t need to wear it if you aren’t ready for that. We wanted to include you in something we consider special.” She waited and watched his expressions and body language. At first she could feel him stiffen under her arm then he quickly brought both arms around her and hugged her tightly.
“Mom, Dad, I don’t know what to say.” His eyes filled with unexpected and an undefined emotion. “I.. I love you both.” He saw over his mother’s shoulder as he hugged her that his father mirrored his own feelings, filling his heart and mind with so much more than he ever thought possible. He warmly kissed his mother’s cheek and found himself swept up in his father’s embrace.
“Jem, give us a few minutes to get things put away and talk to your grandfather, then maybe we can take your body board down to the beach. The waves here are pretty mild, it will be a good place to learn and perhaps graduate to a full surfboard.”
“In other words, your dad is dying to give it a try too.” His mother was laughing as his father chased her into the bathroom.
Several minutes later he left to show his gifts to show his grandfather. Jem hated the idea of ever leaving this place on the island. It felt like home to him, like his body had grown roots and needed this place. Perhaps, he tried to reason with himself, he felt this way because it was his first home outside the Centre.
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Parker laughed as Jarod caught her around the waist and whispered in her ear, “I think you out did yourself with that one Cario, Our son was as touched by your idea as I was. What made you think of getting rings for both children that would match ours?”
“Mama always made me feel loved through her letters and special gifts. They were always perfect for me. They made me feel special.” She reached up to tenderly stroke Jarod’s cheek, “We missed so many years with our child; we missed the special moments it takes to make him feel connected. I thought he needed to know that he belongs and how important he is in us.”
Jarod held her close to him, feeling her heat beat against him; he remained quiet giving her the opportunity to share more of her deeper more personal thoughts. Parker rarely did it freely and he was learning when it happened, it was also a gift of her trust and their evolution as a couple.
“After Mama was gone, I came to realize just how special those moments were - how unique that kind of love is between a parent and a child or between anyone two people. I wish I knew….I wish I could have reciprocated that love back to her.”
“Cario, your mother knew. She gave you the ability to be able to pass that gift on and not just to your children. Each new thing I learn about you adds to all that I already feel. I am so appreciative of your ability to overcome and continue to share your love, when you have only those memories to keep it alive for you. Do you know how special you are?”
After a several intimately moments she pushed Jarod away and smiling reminded him that their son is expecting him to show him how to use that body board before the day was over.
“He can wait a few more minutes,” Jarod leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I definitely know that I like body surfing with you!”
She turned suddenly to look at him, then down at their rings before nervously saying, “Jarod, I don’t know if I can be all that you need. In so many ways we are completely different people with different views of the world.”
“Hush, we’ve already had that discussion. You are everything I need; besides, the world doesn’t need two of me or two of you. We balance each other, we compliment each other.” He leaned into a heated kiss whispering his love through the kiss as though breathing life into her.
Parker leaned against his chest and enjoyed the security she felt from him. She pulled away, “I know I let you pick out the rings but the more I look at my ring the more fascinated I am by the Celtic design. Why that one?”
“The design gives our rings a special meaning, which is a symbol of our unique relationship.” Gently taking her hand, Jarod kissed the ring then smiled at her and spread her fingers across his open palm. Pointing to the design, he spoke in the deep, solemn tone reserved for his most intimate thoughts. “The continual looping in the design stands for eternity and interconnectedness. From the moment we met, we have been connected. Each time you or I or the Centre tried to break the links that bind us together, a new link was added until, finally, we couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted our rings to represent more than just a marriage – I wanted them to tell the story of how we came to be.”
Drawing his gaze from her hand Jarod stared into her wide blue eyes. Without breaking contact, he brought her finger to his lips and, with his teeth, gently pulled the ring into his mouth. He smiled softly when she shuddered at the sensation; he then held the ring to the light, allowing them both to read the inscription.
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“Hope is the thing with feathers.”
“Emily Dickinson,” she murmured.
He nodded and slowly slid the ring into its rightful place, then whispered, ““You told me, once, that your mother used to read to you from Miss Dickinson’s collections. I took a chance that this quote would . . .”
Before he could finish the explanation, she brought his lips to hers. Her hands caressed both his cheeks then slowly slid behind his neck as his wrapped around her waist. When they separated, she remained in his arms and, in a soft voice, told him, “The quote is perfect. It works well for all of us as a family.”
His eyes lit up with delight. “Really?”
She nodded and slid from his hold, her eyes dropping back to the band on her finger. “Yes. I love it. I even love that you managed to find a jeweler to engrave the words in Sanskrit. That could not have been easy.”
“Actually, I didn’t,” he admitted with a sheepish grin, “but I did find one who allowed me to use his equipment to do it myself.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
His smile was one of self-satisfaction, because he had gotten the results he desired - her approval and delight. “I wanted to make sure that should the ring fall into the wrong hands, you could claim it was another ‘gift’ from your mother and you wanted to pass it on to your children.”
“And your ring? It’s identical to those.” Bringing his hand to her mouth, she mimicked his method of removing the band. Noting the affect it had on him, she slid deep into his embrace, before holding his ring up to the light.
“I can claim I liked yours so had one made for myself, besides, I’m the father of said children. Not wearing them on the traditional ring fingers may deter too much suspicion. However, there is no reason for them to have all the rings at the same time.” He leaned down to kiss her neck and moving the blouse with his mouth he began nuzzling her collarbone.
“We should go speak to your father, Jarod. If he is waiting to hear from Berby something is up.” She chuckled as he ignored her and continued with his exploration. When his mouth dipped lower, she sighed contentedly and murmured, “I suppose it can wait a little longer.”
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“Jem, did your parents say when they would be joining us?” The Major’s voice held a touch of wry humor.
“As soon as they were done unpacking.” Jem replied as he lifted his head from his new book.
“Well they could have unpacked and packed by now. Guess we can start supper and they will join us when they get hungry for food.”
“Do you want me to go help them so we can get started earlier?” Jem carefully closed his book and was at the doorway into the corridor.
“No, they’ve waited a long time for this moment let them enjoy the most of it.”
Jem smiled back at his grandfather’s wink. “I hope we have a chance to take that bodyboard down to the beach and try it out.”
“We will.” Jarod smiled as he put his arm around his son. “Looks like a good afternoon to do some grilling Dad? What’s on the menu?”
“That’s what I was waiting for, to find out what everyone was hungry for.”
“Let’s make grilled chicken with that tangy sauce Dad put together.” Jem suggested eagerly, he wanted to get to the beach.
The chicken was on the grill when Parker appeared with wet hair. She apologized for holding things up and offered to put a salad together. She held out a package to the Major.
“I thought it only fair after all you have done for me in my time of need.”
The Major noted the mischievous twinkle in her eye as he took the package. The family stood watching as he unwrapped the box. A few seconds later the older man threw back his head and laughed. Jem inched forward to steal a look at his grandfather’s gift, when the Major held up a colorful pair of boxer shorts with the logo “I Love Bermuda” stamped all over the garment and a matching tee shirt.
He placed the box down on a clear spot on the table before pulling his new daughter-in-law into an embrace. “Thank you Macario. You’re going to fit in this family just fine.”
…
Several hours later Jarod slid into bed behind Parker. “I hope you showered and got all the sand off Beach Boy?”
“I thought you were asleep?” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around her midriff and nuzzled her neck.
“I can’t sleep until you are in bed it seems. Another habit I’m going to have live without when we go back.”
Between kisses he said, ”But it will only be for a short time, then you are stuck with me.”
She groaned, “I guess I’ll manage to put up with you.”
He stopped and propped himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her, “Cario, there is something I think I need to talk to you about.”
Parker turned over on to look up at him, the suddenly serious tone quickly dashed the romantic mood. “Jarod, what is it? Something about the baby?”
“No. It’s something that’s been bothering me. I feel I need to explain…”
She put her fingers on his mouth, “Before you confess something, remember what we talked about before? That the past is the past and for now on we are making a new life with each other.’
He kissed the fingers then gently held them within his hand, “Cario, I did something that ultimately caused you pain…”
She watched his face, she could read the emotions in his eyes, he was unsure how she was going to react and was bracing for the worst. “Was it intentional?”
Jarod’s mouth opened then shut, “No, but it still happened.”
Parker sighed, “Does it have to do with Tommy?”
This time Jarod couldn’t hide the surprise, “How did you know?”
She shrugged and leaned back against the pillows. “He’s been on my mind, I guess. I just figured he was on yours, too.”
Jarod nodded sadly, averting his eyes for a moment before saying softly, “Thomas and I worked together. I met him in the course of a pretend and . . ..”
“You knew Tommy,” she whispered.
“I thought that if you and he met . . .” he continued apologetically, watching as her eyes filled with the memory of her former lover. “I never meant for either of you to . . . be hurt. I never meant to make him a target of the Centre.”
Parker freed her hand from his and again placed it on his lips, “No, not now Jarod. We’ve both made mistakes in our past. Let’s leave it. Please.”
His eyes narrowed at her response, she watched his features harden and knew she had to explain. “Tommy came into my life at a time when I needed someone. As usual your timing was impeccable. He will always be special to me. I will always feel responsible for his death. I should have realized how things would work out. But I’m beginning to understand some of the motivations behind his murder. Daddy’s plans are very important to him and he would have never allowed anyone to derail his ride to the top. Tommy would have interrupted their plans for me.” She allowed her hand to caress his cheek, “None of us knew, Jarod. We were and still are just game pieces to them. My father included.”
“If things would have been different, you would be with Tommy now.”
“We don’t know that. I know that I’m in love with you. We have a child to love and another that needs us to free him. There is no room in the here and now for us to drag the past between us.”
They continued watching and touching each other.
Silence enveloped them as both considered what she had just said. It took a while before Jarod spoke. “Cario, I have always loved you, even when we were at our worst to each other, the times it looked like I taunted you. I just never imagined that you would feel the same, that this could have happened.” He leaned down to kiss her, feeling her response filled his heart.
She whispered, “Now you know. Just remember that we are different people now. No more tricks, manipulations and lies. We are responsible for the lives of others, we can’t afford to indulge in the behaviors we did before. This is going to be a new road, and I can’t promise you it is going to be smooth.”
He leaned more fully into her, “No one has that ability to promise no problems, no rough spots, as long as we travel it with the same goals, I think we can pass through that road as good as it gets.”
She chuckled into his mouth, “ Or we can die trying.”
Jarod groaned, “I wish you’d stop saying that.”
For the next couple of hours they were lost to the world around them.
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The pounding on the door brought Parker immediately to a sitting position with her heart racing, “Jarod!” She nudged the sleeping man beside her, when he seemed to be so soundly asleep as not to have heard her, Parker quickly slipped her robe on and went to the door.
The Major was standing in front of her looking agitated, “Macario, get Jarod and meet me in the library something has happened. At her nod he quickly left the door looking more rattled than she had ever seen him.
Parker looked down at Jarod, his eyes were fluttering as he was slowly coming to consciousness. She sat beside him and caressed the whisker-covered cheek. His eyes opened he reached for the hand on his face and taking it he kissed it gently.
“ I think our calm before the storm is over. Something is up and whatever it is your father is all twisted up over it. He wants us in the library immediately. I suppose that means dressed!”
The regret and sorrow drenched her demeanor and words as she stood to get ready, Jarod suddenly reached for her hand and brought her back to him, “Listen to me, this is the beginning of the end of the life were forced to live. This is temporary. We get through this next month or so and all those years we endured the Centre and its violence and any authority it had over us is over.” He kissed her forehead when her expression didn’t change; the sorrow in her eyes was breaking his heart to see.
“Keep reminding yourself that no matter what happens it is only temporary compared to what we will have when it’s all over.” Parker kept her head down, Jarod tilted her chin so she could no longer avoid his gaze, “Repeat after me, ‘this is temporary it gets better and better after this’”.
Her emotions kept the smile from ever reaching Parker’s lips. “I know. I know we prepared for nearly every scenario, I just feel like Jem. I don’t want to leave here, this place we are at physically and for once I feel I have a real home.”
Jarod pulled her to him for another deep hug and felt her cling to him. Another sign of the changing relationship was that she openly shared her fear and reluctance to leave what they established together.
They entered the library the Major was pacing with no small degree of agitation; a new voice was speaking with authority. As soon as their arrival was noticed everything became quiet. Parker spotted Jem sitting in a corner beside a large globe of the world, using one finger to absently spin it. She thought he looked as forlorn as she felt. Parker left Jarod’s side and went to her son who quickly rose to his feet and slipped his arms around his mother.
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He held tightly to her as the security they had as a family seemed to be changing. His life held so few changes for so many years now, it was one large change quickly followed by another. All were life altering, and all changed his perspective on everything he thought he knew. Jem was finally in a place that he thought was a true refuge from all the turmoil and strangeness of the Centre, only to find it was about to change again. Albeit temporary. Hopefully.
“Macario, Jarod please sit down. There’s been an event that has changed everything.” The Major’s voice was weighed down by a slight tremor when he spoke words with long vowel sounds.
Parker guided Jem with her as she sat in the couch facing the desk the Major and the younger military man stood behind. She watched Jarod move to stand behind the couch with a hand on Jem’s shoulder and the other resting close to her collarbone. She could feel his fingers slowly moving across the bone soothing and reassuring her.
No one spoke as the Major took sometime to gain control. Whatever happened had more than an element of surprise for the older man. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand down over his face before looking at his audience.
“I have just been told that Colonel Berby’s plane went down in the Atlantic two days ago. He and his son were the only two on board. Remains of the plane have been found, but no survivors.” The Major shook his head in disbelief at the loss of his friend. “This is Major Robbins, he worked with the Colonel on this case, he’ll fill you in.”
As the Major turned to sit on the cushioned chair behind the desk facing the window, Parker stood and went to him. She gently wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear, “Dad, I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. We’ll get to the bottom of all of this.”
Hooking her arm through his, she led him to the couch. Jem moved to the side, making room for his grandfather and smiled sympathetically at the older man. The Major felt his son’s hand rub his shoulder before Jarod moved back to stand behind his wife and son, with a sigh the older man rested his arm along the back of the couch behind his grandson and looked at the man now running the operation.
The shorter military man stood watching the group. There was no hint of compassion or emotion in his demeanor or in his eyes at the mention of the loss of his superior and his only son. Jarod watched him closely looking for any subtle hints as to this man’s allegiance.
“We will mostly continue with the plans as the Colonel originally covered with you. There are a few changes. The first is that Jarod will remain here on the island rather than return to the States with Miss Parker. The Colonel was concerned that if Jarod is discovered the entire plan would fail. We have come too far to allow that to happen.”
His baldhead was beading with perspiration as he silently watched the group awaiting the reaction he was sure would follow his announcement. The only sound was that of the alarm on Jarod’s watch. He glanced at his son then nodded and started across the room.
“Just a moment, I need to see that Parker gets her antibiotic now. She is almost done with the routine and, since you seem determined to make her, if not all of us, fight for our lives, I would prefer she begin as healthy as possible.”
Without looking back, Jarod left the room. When Jem followed, Parker quickly exchanged a glance with Jarod’s father before frowning and doing the same. “Oh, good, I was so afraid I was going to miss the last couple of horse pills.”
Once on the patio, she crossed her arms and stared at the two men in her life. “What’s this about? I haven’t taken any antibiotic for weeks.”
“Ssssh. He’s wearing a wire. The watch alarm was Jem’s idea. It is set to pick up certain frequencies. I had it set on vibrate until a certain level was established before it sounded.”
“And, it’s obvious he’s lying, Mom.”
“I felt it too. He’s not very polished. My guess is he was a last minute fill in,” Parker nodded. Then, looking at her son, she smiled and wrapped her arm around him. “Nice touch with the watch there, Mr. Spymaster.”
Jarod briefly allowed a smile for them, before continuing with the business at hand. “When he leaves we sweep the place for bugs. We’ll buy you some time Cario. Contact Broots and see what you can find out about this plane crash and Robbins.”
Parker winced, “Then what?”
Jarod and Jem answered in unison, “Plan B”.
The two men returned to the library first. Robbins was standing in front of the desk, with his backside slightly perched on the edge. “Where is Miss Parker?”
“Bathroom stop, the antibiotics she’s still on have given her a slight urinary tract infection. She’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“Well, she may have less than a couple of days. That is the other item -we are moving things ahead. I’ll be here tomorrow at noon to pick Parker up for the trip to the mainland.”
“The agreement was four days. I’m sorry for the loss of your boss, but our agreement was with him and it stands.” There was little room for debate in Jarod’s tone. “How do we know that you are even familiar with the plans? You are not one of the operatives he has mentioned. For all we know you are a Centre operative, responsible for the disappearance of Colonel Berby and here to take us back.”
The man was only slightly caught off guard by the comment. “If that were true, if I was a Centre operative I wouldn’t stop at just taking Miss Parker back, I would have hit the jackpot with all of you and I wouldn’t wait until tomorrow. We would be on our way as soon as I could hustle all of you on the plane” He leaned toward Jarod, “I understand your distrust of the circumstances, but we need to move on this now.”
“Why now? What has changed other than Berby’s disappearance—which by the way—we only have your word on.”
The man looked a bit frustrated, “If I get you proof of the crash will you co-operate?”
Jarod’s father snorted, “We have lived with manipulated truths, you have to do pretty damn good to produce something we can believe in.”
Parker stood at the doorway, her hand at her back. It took less than a second for the communication between the two of them to register when Jarod jumped the man. Bending him backwards over the desk, he pinned Robbins with both hands held to his sides and a knee perfectly placed in the groin.
Jarod looked to Jem at that moment the sounds of amplified waves filled the room. Major Charles was close enough at Jarod’s side to hear his son’s request to search their prisoner.
Parker watched for a several minutes then when she could remain passive no longer she joined her father-in-law as Jarod turned Robbins to face the desk with his hands sprawled out on either side. Parker first removed his tie and found the wire attached to it. She smiled holding it up to Jarod as his father continued to empty the prone man’s pockets laying everything out on the desk. “How original,” she smirked.
Parker started through each item, removing the two weapons from his reach before comparing his wallet identification with that found in his dress jacket.
“Jarod, he’s not who he said he was.” When the Pretender looked at her, she held up Robbins’ Interpol ID and Scotland Yard badge.
Immediately, Jarod pulled the man up to face him and demanded, “What is going on? I want the truth.”
“Miss Parker’s appearance here has garnered more interest from intelligence agencies across two continents than just MI6. The disappearance of the Colonel has brought it all to a head.” The man was still gasping for breath as Jarod released his hold on him.
“Why?”
“Come on Jarod, you are the genius aren’t you? This is as close to Centre hierarchy as any interested law enforcement agency in the world has gotten. Do you honestly think anyone of those not on the Centre’s payroll would pass up the opportunity to latch on to this prize?”
Jarod stepped up to Robbins grapping tightly to his lapels, “If you know as much as you think you know, you would be aware that Parker is working with MI6 to put an end to the machinations the Centre has employed over the years.”
“I am aware of the pact she-all of you -made with MI6. Don’t you find it interesting that the man she was so willing to work with is now dead? Isn’t that how the Centre generally does business?” Robbins seemed unaware of the rage building within the Pretender.
“Exactly our point regarding you.” Parker snarled. Stepping behind Jarod and placing a firm hand on his shoulder, she uttered, “He’s right Jarod. This is how the Centre operates. If they know we are here, no one is safe. We need to move and regroup.”
Jarod watched his wife as she turned and began pacing the room. He could feel the frustration and desperation in her stiff posture and her quick movements. It was hard to believe that in just a few short days, she went from relaxed and pliable to looking hard and torn.
“That won’t be necessary.”
The new voice brought a quick reaction to the room’s occupants. Parker had her gun raised and aimed at the newest arrival. Jarod moved Jem behind him and stood beside Parker. The Major had a firm grasp on Robbins neck. The movement in the room couldn’t have been more coordinated if the family had practiced it.
“Berby?” The Major’s voice was filled with shock, relief and suspicion.
“I’m sorry to put you through that, but we had to know what we were dealing with. We needed proof that your allegiance was authentic. I think you can lower your weapon Miss Parker.”
Parker lowered her gun slightly; she tilted her head and looked at Jarod. Their communication was unspoken but clearly understood by each. When she looked back at Berby, she tightened her grip on the firearm and brought its aim back on his chest.
“We were ready to work with you. Now, however, you need to explain yourself. If we had trouble trusting you before, you can’t begin to understand the position you just put yourself in.” Parker’s tone held no room for any negotiation.
The Colonel nodded and pointed toward the chairs asking permission to be allowed to enter and sit. Parker nodded, her gun lowered tracking his progress to the chair.
“This is going to take a while, please.”
Jarod shoved Robbins to the sofa to sit beside Berby. He noted the Colonel’s stiffened posture at the move and growled, “You have taken away any trust we had in your operation. Not that we trusted you completely, but there has to be a damn good reason for this masquerade. Start talking Colonel.”
“I did not lie about being with the MI6 or about my son. Daniel has been moved to a secure location in Australia until this is over,” he said. Glancing between Parker and Jarod, he sighed and added, “We have been made aware that there are ancient documents in Scotland that are of interest to the Centre. Our sources say that, at one time, they were in possession of these documents and will do anything to regain control and ownership. Are you aware of the papers to which I am referring?” His gaze was almost accusingly fixed upon Parker. He watched her response noting the surprise and then the anger.
“No. But then I’m rarely included in those that need to know,” she responded tightly. “What could be the Centre’s interest? They are hardly archaeologists and preserving anything except their own skin has never been a priority. Are you sure your information source has that right?”
“I am positive my information is correct.” Berby continued staring at the brunette trying to decide if it were possible that the chairman’s daughter could be kept so completely in the dark.
“Scotland?” The Major’s voice brought everyone’s attention to him. “I remember Margaret talking about meeting Catherine Parker at some Island off the Scottish coast, a few years after Jarod was taken by the Centre.”
Berby stood to look into the Major’s eyes. “Do you remember anything about their meeting?”
“No. At the time we were living pretty much in hiding. Catherine said she thought she found a way to make things right. When Margaret returned she would only say that Catherine found the key to open the secrets and get our boy back.” The Major winced and looked at Parker with great sympathy before continuing, “Unfortunately it seemed Catherine died before she had a chance to do anything more.”
With her gun now at her side, Parker stood toe to toe with Berby, “And yet you have this information? How?”
“One of our man stumbled upon a memo regarding some sort of Scrolls that the Trimuvirate was trying to recover. They were putting a lot of pressure on Mr. Parker to deliver them. We were hoping to intercept the information before it was passed on.”
Parker could feel herself becoming angry, “Oh you thought if you played games with our lives that some how all this would fall into your laps?” She turned on her heel then spun back to Berby, “You’re a foolish old man. Why wouldn’t you have been upfront with what you wanted, why the games? I am sick to death of this. Right now I trust you as much as I trust the Centre. I have no intention of playing the game piece between the two of you.”
Jarod watched as his wife handed him her gun then stormed out of the library. A second later, the slamming of the patio door announced that she left the house.
“You underestimated her. You used her just as her father did for most of her life and you expect her cooperation? No wonder the world has gone to hell with people like you holding the reins.” Taking a deep breath, Jarod turned to his son, “Jem go check on your mom for me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Jarod waited until the boy was gone before standing up to Berby and Robbins. He felt his father’s presence at his side every bit as determined as he felt. “You have ten minutes to make some sense of why you decided this approach would work, then another five minutes to clear up the mess.”
Berby shook his head, “I misjudged this situation here. The Centre has so many tendrils in so many places, that I felt sure we had a large limb just handed to his with Miss Parker here. We know she contacted the Centre and assumed the code she used was to inform them of your presence and of our interest. The MI6 has combined forces with Scotland Yard and Interpol to finally put an end to some of the international crimes the Centre has been involved in.” Berby looked uncomfortable, “The communication we monitored could very easily have been a ruse. If that were the case, all the years of work, the undercover man and your lives would all have been gone.”
Jarod looked at his father hard.
The Major winced, “Son, I had no idea about any of this. I did not betray that young woman, you or your family.”
Jarod managed a tight smile, “I didn’t think you did Dad. This is going to make everything more difficult. Trust is a delicate issue with Cario, and with all of us who had long term dealings with the Centre.”
Jarod turned his attention to the two men, “You certainly managed to undo anything you had going for you.”
Jem stood in the light rain and watched as his mother jogged down the beach, her arms bent and held tightly against her sides. He knew she would feel that pain in the shoulder if she didn’t soon stop, the rain had soaked her clothing and her hair, and both now hung limply as she continued working off her frustration. He watched the lithe gracefulness of her long strides, her attention seemed fixated at some unseen goal in front of her. She never noticed the tides or the landscape. He wondered if she realized the rain had picked up and was now becoming a steady downpour.
A hand on his shoulder startled him. “Jem go in and get some towels and my robe off the bed, please. I’m going to attempt to convince your mom to come in before she makes herself sick or reinjures that shoulder.” Jarod patted his son on the back.
“Ah, Dad, I was thinking maybe it would be better to have Berby or Robbins go down and talk to her.” Jem grinned knowingly at his father. She needs an outlet for her frustration, it is only fitting that the source of that frustration get a sense of what they did.”
At his son’s interested look, Jarod agreed, “I know first hand how your mother hates to be manipulated and lead in circles with crumbs. I did it to her for years. I think her fondest dream, back in those days would be to have faced me right after one of those events and take out all the frustration and pain in one good swing.”
“That explains her reactions to you when we first got here. Mom doesn’t like to be treated like you know her thoughts before she does. Lately you seem to be giving her time to express them herself. I think that’s why she has started to let her guard down more around you and allow you to see her from a different perspective.” Jem shrugged at the intensity of his father’s gaze, “I can see how quickly she masks her emotions or changes subjects when you sort of announced what she was thinking or feeling. It’s easy when you are just the spectator, especially when the people you are watching are ones that you love. If you watch how she reacts to these guys and their actions maybe you can see why she was so angry with you for so long”
“How do you know this Jem? You only just met both of us a short time ago.”
“I’m a genius too, at least that’s what I’ve heard.” The boy grinned cheekily, a mirror image of his own father’s smug look. “And I have this family that I want to keep with me… together if at all possible. I don’t want either of you to hurt, but right now Mom is hurting. It seems to be the old hurt reopened. Maybe if she confronts it she’ll see it for what it is, and we are here to help.” He appealed to his father’s understanding and to the longing in his father’s eyes when he watched his parents together.
Jarod stared at his son, his amusement and his surprise reflected in the tone of his answer. “Maybe you’re right, after all we’ll be right here waiting for her… with warm dry towels it would look innocent enough. If you are right I should get Robbins, he’s younger don’t want the old man to have a heart attack do we? Thanks Jem, I knew that I was baiting her, but didn’t realize how low of a hit it was when her own father was doing the same thing. As much as I detest what he did, I guess I was as guilty… just in a different manner.”
Jem held Jarod’s forearm as he turned to reenter the house. “Dad there’s something else that is bothering me. Did you notice no one seemed to know that you two were married? Didn’t Grandfather mention their security and intelligence here when he said how safe we would be?”
Jarod stopped to give his full attention again to his son. “I noticed that. It is possible that Berby was in the States or in the process of moving his son at the time. We have already begun checking into Berby’s supposed plane accident and his son’s status at the institute before we found out that the story was a piece of fiction. I’ll use another more secure route to check into that since they were able to track your Mom’s previous call.”
Jarod wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulder, “Don’t worry no one is going anywhere until we know what we are dealing with.” He then turned to see Major Robbins first taste of Parker’s fuse when lit.
Jarod and Jem stood under the patio roof watching the scene on the beach as the Major and Colonel Berby argued softly on the other side of the door to the patio.
“Ouch, that had to hurt.”
“I just hope she didn’t hurt herself when she flattened him. I guess we should have warned him not to approach her from behind like that.” Jarod smirked as the older man struggled to his feet only to meet the blue ice of rage that stood before him. “Good idea Jem. This gives her a chance to deflate a bit of that hurt and frustration and he’ll get a good look at why it’s not a clever idea to ever underestimate your mother.” Jarod wondered then if their relationship would have changed sooner if he had been more observant and more insightful of his own behavior’s affect on the woman he had always loved. How could he have loved her and caused her that much pain?
Jem seemed to pick up on his father’s thoughts when he moved closer to Jarod and whispered, “They say you always hurt the one you love.”
Jarod looked down into the dark eyes, “ Who says that?”
“I heard it on the radio the other day, it was the lyrics to a song they were playing.” Jem’s smile was a little uncertain, “Think that it’s true Dad?”
“I think it would explain a lot.” Jarod ruffled his son’s hair, noting that the young teen this time quickly ran his hand over it smoothing it back into place. Jarod smiled to himself, the boy is adjusting quickly to the world around him, even as isolated on this island as they were from the world, Jem reacted as any teenage might have.
The rain on the roof dimmed any chance they had of hearing the discussion on the beach, an occasional word floated up to them, it was plain to see that this time it was not Parker that was on the defensive. The poor guy may have dealt with criminal minds before, but he had never put himself in the position with this particular woman who had spent most of her life just surviving her own family.
Jarod watched his wife with concern, the rain was pouring down and she was soaked, and angry, her fist clenched at her sides as she faced off with the man that just lied to her and attempted to manipulate the family she just found into an unknown but obviously dangerous situation.
He opened the kitchen door and started toward the coffee machine before his father intercepted him. “Jarod, I have a pot on now brewing. There are more towels laid out in your bathroom and the small space heater is on in there. Whenever Macario returns I think you may want to grab a mug for her and steer her in that direction get her warmed up and out of those wet clothes.”
“Thanks Dad, I think they are about to come up. Colonel, if I were you I wouldn’t stand in her way. It may be a good idea to give her a lot of room until she’s had time to unwind.”
The Colonel had just gotten an earful from Major Charles he had a feeling it was not going to end there. “Listen Jarod, I know things look as though we were ….”
“Save it Colonel. I fully agree with Cario on this. I thought you did your homework and knew what you were dealing with, if you had you would have known that you totally wiped out everything you –we had built for this exercise. She gave you everything she knew willingly and you betrayed her and us. Ask your friend when he gets back how far behind this little stunt put you!” Jarod narrowed his eyes and stood close enough to the Colonel he could smell his last cigar, “You have until she gets out of her shower to find your courage and try being truthful.”
Jarod then smirked and added, “Working in politics I’m sure your familiar with the term ‘ass kissing’? Pucker up!”
The Colonel ‘s face had a red shine to it, the color deepened when he heard his old former service buddy openly laugh at the last comment.
The door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it and bouncing back on the man closely following her. Parker stormed past everyone in the kitchen leaving a rainstorm behind her as the moisture soaked garments showered everything in her wake. Jarod exchanged a quick look with his father before running to catch up with her, towels in hand.
He entered their bedroom to find her in an agitated state pacing and rubbing the knuckles on her right hand. He gently walked up to her standing her in path.
“Cario, let me look at your hand.” He took the swollen appendage and examined it easing the fingers into a more relaxed position while watching for a broken or misaligned bone. “You slammed him pretty good.” He held on to the hand but watched her face, “Are you okay?”
“Define okay.”
He couldn’t tell if her eyes were filled with emotion or because she was soaking wet. He pulled her to him and gently wrapped one towel around her hair and the other around her neck, then using the ends of the one around her neck he began to softly dry her face. Jarod felt her tremble and pulled her into a full embrace, his hands comforting her by soothing her back and shoulders.
“Come on, into the hot shower before you come down with some rare island disease.” Jarod guided her into the warmed bathroom her robe sitting on the counter. “I’ll get you a fresh hot mug of coffee.” When she continued looking down, he took her chin between his hands and stooped to look into her eyes, “Want some help with the shower?”
“I’m not a total invalid.”
“That was not the kind of help I was offering, at least I have never asked an invalid to shower with me. Well not in that way.” He grinned knowing she knew he was getting himself into trouble.
“Exactly how many invalids have you offered your services to, besides me?” With her head still tilted down she looked up at him through her wet hair.
His voice caught in his throat at the sad beautiful eyes, “No one, I never… “
“Can we make a rain date for that one? And would you mind getting me the offered hot coffee, please.” She attempted a smile at his nod, “Jarod, thank you.” She surprised him by closing the distance between them again and reaching up to kiss him, her arms tightly holding him to her. “What would I do without you?”
“You will never have to find out Cario. Get your shower, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He waited for her nod and after depositing another warming kiss on the chilled lips he left.
Jarod had just closed the door behind him when he felt a presence to his left. He turned quickly to find Jem leaning against the wall.
“Dad how is Mom?”
Jarod reached over and pulled his son to him, “ She’s pulling herself together but she’s pretty upset yet. I’m glad you came back here.” Jarod pulled him into the room that was to have been Jarod’s room. He closed the door and spoke in a quiet but stern voice. “ I need you to go get on the computer in your room, see if there are any emails in this account.” He tore out a page of notepaper from the desk drawer and scribbled down his account and password. “Jem, this is important, don’t open anything. Just check the sender and get back to me. Also check the refuge account the same way. We are hoping to hear from CJ but we need to make sure that it is CJ or Broots. I’ll know when I see it. I have a feeling the Centre is going to be pulling out all the stops now and will try just about anything to find your Mom.”
The young man’s face took on a frightened look, “Do you think we are still safe here? Are these men working for the Centre?”
“I don’t think they are, or we would be on our way back to Blue Cove, in the loving arms of a dozen sweepers. We are waiting for confirmation on our friends in the kitchen’s ID’s and locations for the last week. “ His hand on teens shoulder Jarod continued, “When you get that done, if there is anything come find me. I expect to be back here with your Mom until she’s able to deal with Berby and Robbins without starting a war. If there is nothing in the mail, I want you to hang back, and listen to everything until we get back. Be a wall flower with ears.”
“A wallflower with ears? I don’t understand.”
“It means place yourself where no one thinks about your presence like the flowers on wall paper, but listen closely to everything for me until I get back there. Can you do it.”?
“Whose son am I? Of course I can do it. “ He grinned at his father and walked back though the kitchen.
Jarod gave him a few minutes before following him to retrieve Parker’s coffee. The three older men sat at the table talking. Jarod noted that Robbins was draped in towels but still wore his suit.
Chapter End Notes:
Have I lost you? sickened you? I keep saying only another chapter or so and yet it grows and grows. It is now a living entity and seems to want to keep living and growing.
While I have followed some canon, I continue to deviate from the series, this will become more evident in the next chapter (I think?). Remember it is an AU piece so, while I attempt to stick to the characters as we know them, they will change to some degree according to the plot or the scene in which they find themselves. ;-)
It is a Pretender Story and will remain one. Just not one that CVS and SLM would have written--in all probablility.
Thank you if you have read to this point. I hope you enjoyed. I tried.
