Rescuing Emily
Unsung Heroes:
Delta Force
Book 2
by Susan Stoker
Renting out the
apartment over his garage shouldn’t be a life-changing decision, but when Delta
soldier Cormac “Fletch” Fletcher meets Emily Grant, he feels an instant
connection. He can’t stand the thought of Emily and her young daughter living
anywhere unsafe. Offering cheap rent is a small price to pay for their
safety…and Fletch’s peace of mind.
Being a single mother
is difficult at best, but renting the extremely affordable space from Fletch
makes Emily’s life a lot easier…until it doesn’t. Suddenly all the money she’s
saving thanks to Fletch’s generosity is going into the hands of a blackmailer.
And what little food Emily can afford goes to her daughter Annie, so the girl
doesn’t go to bed hungry…leaving Emily weaker and weaker.
When miscommunication has Emily assuming Fletch is in on the
blackmail, he not only has to gain her trust, but also deal with a man holding
a grudge against Fletch and his entire Delta Force team. A task made more
difficult when the dangerous man gets his hands on Emily and Annie...
**Shelter for Emily is the 2nd book
in the Unsung Heroes: Delta Force Series. It can be read as a stand-alone, but
it’s recommended you read the books in order to get maximum enjoyment out of
the series.
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actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
To
the real Mrs. Ogliaruso, you were the
best second grade teacher Gilbert Linkous Elementary School in Blacksburg, VA,
ever had. You had a huge impact on my life, and I will always be thankful for
that.
For Shannel. The best day in Oliver’s life
was when you signed up to be his foster mom. From foster to adoption, you’re my
hero.
Danee, thank you for telling me the story about your
bedtime ritual of reading. It was perfect for this story!
Prologue
Slamming
his apartment door behind him and shaking the entire wall, swearing loud and
long, he threw his hat across the room, not satisfied at all when it fluttered
to the ground a few feet away. He paced, knowing he’d never forget the
humiliation he’d felt while standing in front of the colonel, seeing the
disgust in the officer’s eyes.
His squad had been excited to be picked to go
through the special training, sure they’d be able to get through the makeshift
city undetected. They were infantry soldiers; they’d trained for hours—no,
years—in order to be stealthy in urban situations. The thirty days they’d spent
at the National Training Center out at Fort Irwin in California had taught them
everything they needed to know.
But somehow their entire plan had fallen apart
within five minutes of the whistle being blown. Instead of being able to sneak
through the city and get to the rendezvous point unscathed, every single one of
his squad had been “killed,” hit with a laser from specially designed nonlethal
weapons, before they’d made it even halfway through the training scenario.
Remembering how nonchalantly the other unit had been
after “killing” them all had felt like salt poured into an open wound. They’d
acted as if they hadn’t just ruined his career, his reputation. Sure, the
colonel had said it was just an
exercise. Had said that his squad had done well, but he’d been lying.
They hadn’t done well.
And it sure as hell wasn’t just an exercise.
He’d seen the colonel laughing with another officer about
how fast they’d been “killed.” And the team that had beat them were acting as
if what had happened wasn’t a big deal. They’d patted each other on the back
and given each other high-fives. To add insult to injury, their team didn’t
even have one casualty. Not one. They’d taken out his entire squad as if it was
child’s play.
He went into the small bathroom in his apartment and
stared at himself in the mirror for a long moment. His entire life he hadn’t
been good enough.
Because you’re pathetic.
He shook his head at the voice in his head. He
wasn’t. It was them. They were
pathetic. And it was up to him to show the colonel that he was just as good as
the other team.
Nodding as if he’d made a momentous decision, he
started planning in his head. He and his friends had a lot of work to do, but
by the time they were done, the other unit would regret their casual treatment of
him and his squad on the simulated battlefield and he’d redeem himself with the
general in charge of the post.
Knowing your enemy was the first rule in battle, and
he vowed to himself then and there that he’d find a weakness in the other group
of soldiers and exploit it to his advantage. The asshole soldiers wouldn’t know
what hit them. By the time he was done with them, they’d regret their cocky
attitude and their brush-off of his squad. He might have been beaten today, but
the battle wasn’t over.
He would
take them down. No matter who he had to use to do it.
Chapter One
Cormac “Fletch”
Fletcher looked at the monitor sitting on the kitchen counter at the woman
standing at his front door. His security cameras caught every inch of his
property, starting from just outside the garage to around the back of the yard.
He could tell who was driving up his driveway and who was at his door without
leaving his house. Hell, he could even log into the app and check the tapes
when he was thousands of miles away on a mission. All he needed was a Wi-Fi
connection.
The woman at his
door was probably five-nine, taller than the women he was typically attracted
to. It was hard to guess her age because she looked tired. Her brown hair was
pulled back into a ponytail. Fletch couldn’t tell what color her eyes were as
she kept them downcast, never looking up at the door to be captured by the
camera hidden in the ornate door knocker he’d placed there.
He’d received
several messages about the rental apartment over his garage, and Fletch had a
few interviews lined up with people who had inquired about it. The apartment
really wasn’t anything special. It had a single bathroom with a shower/bath
combo, one bedroom, and a small kitchen. There were a couple pieces of furniture
in the apartment: a double bed, a refrigerator, and an old couch and coffee
table. It wasn’t fancy by any stretch of the imagination, but it was clean, and
safer than anyone probably knew, considering who he was and what he did for a
living.
He didn’t have a
lot of enemies, but there were always people who were jealous of him being in
Delta Force. It wasn’t widely known, in fact, not many people knew at all, but
there was some suspicion that he and his team were more than simple soldiers.
They were damn good at what they did and didn’t seem to have any trouble
attracting the ladies. The combination had spelled trouble for some of the
other Deltas in the past, even without anyone knowing about their Special
Forces background. Renting the apartment would mean there would be someone on
his property to keep an eye on it when he was away on a mission.
Fletch wiped his
hands dry after rinsing the last dish in his sink, and turned off the security
monitor. Not advertising the fact that he had such intensive security was key
in catching anyone dumb enough to try to rob or vandalize his property. He walked
to the door and opened it wide. The woman standing there looked up with a gasp
and took a step backwards after seeing him.
Fletch knew he
could be scary. He was six feet two inches tall and muscular. He’d spent much of
his life making sure he was in shape and that no one would mistake him for
anything other than what he was…dangerous.
He had tattoos on
his forearms and biceps. They were bright and somewhat gaudy. He looked like a
stereotypical sailor. Some of the tattoos he’d gotten when he was young and
dumb. He probably wouldn’t have chosen them if he had to make the decision
again, but what was done was done. Fletch knew when people who didn’t know him
caught a glimpse of him, they were weary. He was big and knew how to use that
to his advantage to intimidate people. But the woman on his doorstep wasn’t
someone he wanted to scare away. He pasted a smile on his face as he greeted
her.
“Hi, you’re
Emily Grant? Here about renting the apartment?” Fletch asked, trying to put the
woman at ease.
Emily looked up
at the man standing in the doorway. If she hadn’t been so desperate, she
probably would’ve turned around and gotten right back into her 1998 Honda Civic
and driven away. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected out of the man who’d
invited her to come check out the apartment, but it wasn’t someone who, while
only a few inches taller, could easily bench press her.
His tattoos were
also a surprise. She’d seen lots of tattoos on the soldiers on the base, but
they were usually more subdued. Black tribal designs or something similar. Instead,
the very masculine man had what looked like cartoon characters on his forearms.
He was wearing a plaid shirt, open at the throat—enough for her to realize he
didn’t have a carpet of fur on his chest—and with the sleeves rolled back to
his elbows. She didn’t get an in-depth look at the tattoos, knowing it would be
rude to stare, but they still surprised her. Somehow, however, they worked for
him.
Putting thoughts
of his tattoos and whether he had any others aside, Emily brought her gaze up
to the man’s. She needed this apartment. It was one of the only places she
could find that was close enough to her work and the school, and was within her
small budget.
She took a deep breath.
“Yeah. I’m Emily. I appreciate you meeting with me today.” She bravely held out
her hand in greeting.
Fletch smiled at
the woman. He could see right through her bravado and knew she was scared to
death of him. But he gave her points for not backing farther away and for
reaching out to shake his hand.
He took her hand
in his, careful not to squeeze it too hard. “Nice to meet you. Come on in, we
can talk about the particulars, then I’ll show you the apartment.”
Emily nodded and
gripped her purse hanging off her shoulder tightly as she followed him into his
house. Fletch saw her looking around as if trying to figure out more about him.
He knew what image the house projected: not a bachelor. It was neat as a pin, with
not one item out of place…exactly how he liked it.
They walked into
a small dining room off of a kitchen that could’ve been featured in any cooking
magazine. Fletch pulled a chair out from the dark mahogany table and helped her
scoot in once she sat.
“Would you like
something to drink? Water? Iced tea?”
“No, thank you,”
Emily told him, knowing she’d be stupid to take something to drink from a man
she didn’t know. It would be easy to drug a glass of tea or water. Especially
when she was inside his house. He could render her unconscious before she
realized what was happening. She normally wasn’t a paranoid person, but lately,
when she couldn’t sleep, she’d been watching too many forensics and crime shows.
Fletch could
practically see the woman’s brain churning. She sat uncomfortably in the chair
at his table. Her purse was in her lap and she was holding it as if she thought
he’d reach across the table and snatch it from her. He wasn’t offended, far
from it, he was impressed she was being as cautious as she was. He made sure to
sit across from her, keeping the table between them to give her space.
“Do I know you?”
Fletch thought the woman looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.
She shrugged. “I
work at the PX. You might have seen me there.”
Fletch nodded.
Now that she mentioned it, he did remember seeing her there a time or two. “That must be it. My name is Cormac Fletcher,
but everyone calls me Fletch. I own the house and live here by myself. I work
on base and am called away on trips somewhat frequently. I’m discreet and won’t
get in your business, and I expect anyone who rents from me to do the same. I’m
past the point in my life where I need or want late-night parties. I like to
live quietly and I’d like for anyone who lives on my property to be the same.”
He paused, gauging her reaction to his words. Emily sat still, giving him her
complete attention.
When she didn’t
immediately protest or even show any emotion other than curiosity, he
continued, relieved. “The apartment isn’t fancy, I’ve had two people look at it
recently and wrinkle their noses and decide it wasn’t for them. Rent includes
all utilities. It’s too much of a pain in the ass for me to separate out how
much electricity you use versus what I use. All I ask is that you don’t get a
wild hair to grow marijuana or something that would make the bills spike every
month.”
“No marijuana,
check,” Emily mumbled under her breath as she nodded.
Fletch wanted to
smile, but he controlled it and went on with his rehearsed speech. “You can use
one side of the garage for your car, but any boxes of other stuff you want to
store will have to be either in the apartment or you’ll have to rent a storage
unit. There’s simply no room in there for more. I usually park next to the side
of my house, so don’t worry about taking the empty spot inside the garage for
your own vehicle.
“When I’m gone,
I’d appreciate it if you could get my mail and look after the place, but if
that’s outside anything you want to do, it’s not a deal breaker for renting.
Rent’s due in the first week of the month, whichever day works best for you.
Any questions?”
Emily tried not
to fidget under Fletch’s direct gaze. His eyes were ice blue, and had her
pinned in place. His hair was longer than she thought anyone in the Army was
allowed to have, and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. He
was good looking, but even though she was attracted to him, Emily wasn’t
looking for any kind of relationship at the moment. She had enough on her
plate. Knowing there was one thing he had to understand before she could accept
the apartment with any good conscience, she cleared her throat.
“You should know,
I have a kid. Her dad’s not in the picture. She’s six and in the first grade. I
didn’t know if that would be a deal breaker for you or not. I didn’t see anything
in the ad that said whether or not kids were allowed or not.”
“Does she scream
all day?”
“Uh…no.”
“Steal? Draw all
over the walls? Destroy property?”
“No!” Emily sat
up straighter, getting irritated. “She’s six.
She’s not a thug. She doesn’t hang out on the street corner with her homies
every night. She plays with her toys. She reads books and watches cartoons.”
“Then I don’t
think we’ll have a problem,” Fletch said with a smile, amused at how easy it
was to rile the woman sitting in front of him.
Emily chewed on
her lip, as if contemplating her next words. Fletch saw the moment she worked
up the nerve to tell him what was bothering her.
“She can be very inquisitive though. She asks
questions…lots of questions. Some people have gotten annoyed with her in the
past.”
“Annoyed?”
Fletch asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, annoyed.
The thing is, Annie’s smart. Really smart. I try to keep her busy and find
things to help stimulate her, but she has an unrelenting need to learn. Some of
my neighbors in the past have gotten irritated with her asking them questions
all the time. But she doesn’t do it to be annoying, she just likes to figure stuff
out.”
“Of course she
does. She’s a kid. I have no problem with questions, Emily.”
“Okay, but—”
“Is she gonna
break into my house and come up to my room in the middle of the night and
interrogate me about how the garage door opener works?”
Emily giggled. “Maybe
not in the middle of the night, but I’d say there’s a pretty good chance that
sooner or later she’s gonna want to know. And, as far as I know, no one has
taught her how to pick a lock…yet.”
“Good to know,”
Fletch said with a grin.
“I just…some
people don’t like kids and I don’t want to live anywhere again where she’s made
to feel like a freak.”
“Again?” Fletch
asked in a low pissed-off voice. “You lived somewhere where someone made her
feel like a freak? A six-year-old kid?”
“She was four,
and yes.” Emily’s answer was succinct and she didn’t offer any other details.
“I haven’t been
around kids all that much, but anyone who sees the thirst for knowledge as anything
but a good thing, is an asshole, and you’re better off not being around them, and
having your daughter around them.”
“Yeah. Thanks,”
Emily said softly.
Fletch tried to
relax his shoulders. It pissed him off that someone would be cruel to a kid. Growing
up, he’d also been smarter than his classmates, and he’d experienced some of what
Emily was describing himself. Probably not to the extent of her daughter though,
if Emily’s protectiveness was anything to go by. “Want to see the apartment?”
“Yeah,
but…uh…can I ask how much the security deposit will be? There’s no use in me
seeing it if I can’t afford it.”
Fletch tilted
his head as he looked at Emily. Really examined her. He hadn’t taken the time
before because he wasn’t sure if he’d be renting to her or not. But he liked
what he’d heard so far.
She was wearing
a T-shirt and jeans. She had an old pair of sneakers on her feet. She looked
casual, but Fletch could see something he hadn’t seen in any of the other
people he’d interviewed so far—desperation. He saw it all the time at work at
the missions they went on. People frequently put on a front all the time, but
he could see that this woman needed
this apartment. He didn’t know her story, but recognized that for whatever
reason, renting the little space above his garage was vitally important to her.
Fletch was also
impressed with her candidness about her daughter. He’d interviewed someone just
that morning who he knew had been hiding something from him. Given time, he
would’ve figured out exactly what, but he didn’t feel like going through the
hassle. He didn’t get good vibes from the man, and it wasn’t worth the effort
to find out something that would make him want to turn the man down when his
intuition was telling him to do so from the get-go.
But Emily laid
it out there, making sure he knew not only that she had a young child, but that
she was gifted, and that others had found her annoying in the past.
He made a quick
decision and cut a couple hundred dollars off of what he’d planned to rent the
apartment for; he didn’t need the money anyway. He’d prefer to have someone
reliable and responsible living on his property to keep an eye on it when he
wasn’t around.
“I haven’t had good
luck in renting it so far,” Fletch told her in a nonchalant tone, “so if you’re
willing to help out with the house when I’m away, I’ll rent it to you for five
hundred a month with only half that for the security deposit.”
Emily gaped at
the man. Five hundred dollars? And only two-fifty for a deposit? Was he
kidding? “Is that a joke?” She couldn’t stop her incredulous question.
Fletch smiled at
the disbelief on Emily’s face. He didn’t blame her; he knew he could probably
get double that if he pushed. But it was obvious she needed a break. “No joke.
You interested in seeing it? Don’t agree until you check it out. It’s only got
one bedroom, so you’d have to share with your daughter. It’s nothing special,
you might hate it.”
“I won’t hate
it,” Emily whispered, still in shock at her luck. She’d taken the day off work,
knowing that even though the missed hours would hurt her budget, she needed to find a better place to live
for her and Annie. The landlord at the seedy apartment complex they were
currently staying at had gotten more aggressive in his pursuit of her, and
Emily knew it wasn’t because he was interested in her—but because of Annie.
Her daughter was
beautiful. Yes, she was only six, but she was tall for her age and slender. She
had long, beautiful blonde hair that she’d inherited from her father. She had
blue eyes and never met a stranger. Annie was friendly and bubbly and Emily
knew the landlord, damn him, had a sick interest in her daughter.
Money was always
an issue. Ever since Annie’s father had left while Emily had still been
pregnant, she’d fought to provide Annie with a safe and happy life. She worked
at Fort Hood in the PX, the Post Exchange. It was the general store on base.
She wasn’t able to work full time, because she didn’t have the money to pay for
child care for Annie. She’d relied on neighbors to look after her daughter
before she’d started kindergarten full time, but now that Annie was in the
first grade, and in class all day, Emily could work a full six hours every day.
She dropped Annie off at the elementary school at seven-thirty, and was able to
get to work by eight. She worked until two, without a lunch break, then picked
Annie up around two-thirty.
Emily had no
health insurance and no retirement plan, but Annie was loved and happy. It was
worth it. But to be offered a reliable, secure, and quiet place to live for
only five hundred dollars a month? It was as if Emily had hit the lottery.
Even before
seeing the ad in the paper for this apartment, she’d planned on leaving the
scummy place she lived in before the month was up, even if she had to live in
her car. She’d done that when she’d been pregnant, and had sworn to herself
that Annie would never know that kind of life. But Emily had been losing hope
of finding anything appropriate.
The cheapest
apartment she’d been able to find had been eight hundred a month, and it looked
scarier than where she was now. Since the building was close to the Army base,
Emily had thought she’d feel safe living with other soldiers, as the landlord
had told her most of the other occupants were single men and women who worked
at Fort Hood, but unfortunately, that hadn’t been the case.
Annie’s father
had taught her in more ways than one that just because someone was a soldier,
it didn’t mean they were a good person. While she’d thought they were starting their lives together, he’d apparently just been in it to get
laid. Somehow he’d arranged to get transferred to another base not too long
after she’d happily told him she was pregnant with his baby, and informed her
that he didn’t want her following him.
Emily knew she
could probably go to the Army and do a paternity test and force him to pay
child support, but she didn’t want that for Annie, or herself. Years of relying
on someone else to send her money made her stomach churn.
She and Annie
had been okay so far, and Emily knew she’d continue to do whatever it took to
keep her daughter safe and happy…without help.
Nodding at
Emily, Fletch stood up. “All right, let’s go and check it out, then if you like
it, we can come back here and do the paperwork, okay?”
“Okay.”
Ten short minutes
later they were back at the dining room table in Fletch’s house. Emily had
immediately said the small space was perfect, even though it was obvious Fletch
told her there were all sorts of things he should probably do to upgrade it.
“I’ll need to
make a copy of your ID,” Fletch told Emily, being as nonchalant as he could. He
didn’t really need it for her to sign the lease, but there was no way he’d let
anyone live on his property, no matter how fragile and lovely she seemed,
without doing a background check. It wasn’t completely legal, but his friend,
Tex, was discrete and could have it done within an hour.
Tex was a
medically retired SEAL living out in Pennsylvania. He used to live in Virginia,
but had moved his entire operation after meeting a beautiful woman named Melody
on the Internet. Tex was the eyes and ears behind the scenes for their Delta
Force team, and several other Special Forces groups. The man was pure genius
with a computer and could find information that someone would swear was locked
up tighter than the money at Fort Knox. No one ever questioned how he was able
to pull off some of the things he did, they were just grateful he was on their
side.
Fletch watched
as Emily bent her head and pulled her wallet out of her purse. She handed her
license over to him, saying, “If you laugh at my first name, I’ll have to hurt
you.”
Emily watched as
Fletch looked down at the small plastic card she’d handed him and he tried to
hold back his smile. His lips twitched, but he looked up and said with a mostly
straight face, “Miracle?”
Emily sighed,
obviously used to telling the story about her given name. “Yeah. My parents
were older. They’d always wanted kids and when I was born, they called me their
little miracle.”
“But you go by
Emily?”
She nodded.
“Yeah. Definitely.”
“Miracle is a pretty
name.”
Emily made a
face. “Maybe, but memories of being made fun of throughout my elementary and
middle school years made it not so pretty after a while.”
“Kids are
cruel.”
“Yup.”
“Your parents
still around?”
Emily didn’t
really want to get into this with Fletch. He was still a stranger after all—but
she didn’t want to be rude either. “Unfortunately, no. They died when I was in
college.”
“Tough.”
That was the
understatement of the year, but she merely said, “Yeah.”
Fletch carried
Emily’s driver’s license to the small printer he had off to the side of the
room and made a copy.
“So, you’re not
married?” Emily asked, deciding if he could be nosy, so could she.
“Nope.”
Emily waited and
when he didn’t elaborate, she pushed. “This place looks like you’re married.”
Fletch barked
out a laugh. “It does, doesn’t it? I actually hired someone to decorate it. I
didn’t give her much assistance, and this is what I got when she was done.”
“She did a good
job,” Emily observed, looking around.
“Yeah.
Apparently it’s fun to spend someone else’s money.”
Emily didn’t smile,
but continued to run her eyes over every inch of the room she could see. “I bet
it is.”
Fletch leaned
against the wall next to the printer and watched Emily check out his house. He
wondered what she saw. He looked around to try to see it from her eyes. He had
two leather couches that looked stiff and formal, but when you sat in them, you
melted into the cushions. He had a large flat-screen television on the wall and
a coffee table that looked perfectly normal, but had a secret compartment under
it that currently held a Sig Sauer 40 caliber handgun. He was always prepared
for the unknown. But thinking about the various weapons lying around the house
made him realize that he needed to make sure they were all secure. If there was
going to be a child in his house, he wanted to be sure to protect her.
Not that her
daughter would be hanging out with him, but if she came over with her mom to
bring in the mail, the last thing he wanted was for her to find one of his
weapons and accidentally set it off. He shuddered at the thought, and vowed to
move them all way above kid-level as soon as Emily left.
There was a pair
of boots lying on the floor next to one of the couches; he’d left them there
the day before when he’d gotten back from the base. Other than that, everything
else was in its place and there were no stray papers or magazines or any kind
of “stuff” that could be seen.
“I’m a bit of a
neat freak,” Fletch told Emily unnecessarily as he came back to the table to
sit next to her.
“Yeah, I can see
that,” she laughed, turning her eyes back to him. “But it’s nice. She did a
good job. It’s formal without being fancy. Comfortable without being stuffy. I
hope you don’t expect mine to look like this,” she teased. “Annie and I are not neat freaks.”
Fletch laughed
and handed her license back to her. “No, I don’t give a shit what your place
looks like, as long as there aren’t mice and cockroaches.”
Emily shuddered.
“Oh no. We might not be neat, but we’re clean.”
“Then we’re
good.”
They smiled at
each other. Fletch pushed the lease papers over to her. “Take these home. Read
them over, get them looked at by a lawyer if you want, but I want to make sure
you completely understand everything and agree before you sign.”
Emily looked at
him in confusion. “Did you hide anything weird in here?”
“Weird?”
“Yeah, weird.”
“Weird how?”
Fletch asked.
“I don’t know.
Like my car only gets four-point-two feet of space in the garage and if I
violate it, I’m out. Or weird like if you see Annie after four in the afternoon,
I owe more on the rent, or weird if I’m late one day on giving you the rent
money, I’m gone.”
Fletch started
out smiling at her, but was frowning by the end of her comments. “Fuck no.
Look, Emily, I’m a lot of things, but I’m not an asshole. If you’re having
issues paying the rent, just talk to me and we’ll figure something out. I
already told you that I don’t care if your daughter is around. I might get
upset if she plays with something inappropriate in the garage, but only because
it could hurt her, not because I care about anything out there. It’s all just
stuff. Stuff that can be replaced. The lease is a simple one, I printed it off
the damn Internet. There’s nothing weird in there.”
“Okay. Thank
you.” Emily’s voice was low, but she didn’t break eye contact. “I just wanted
to be sure.”
“Good. Look it
over, make sure it’s amenable to you. Bring it back and you can move in
whenever you’re ready. Today’s the twentieth, if you want to move in before the
first, feel free. I won’t charge you for this month, consider it a gift.”
Fletch narrowed his eyes and leaned toward her. “If someone is giving Annie a
hard time for asking questions, I’m okay with you getting out of there and
moving in here now. No kid should have to feel bad for being herself.”
“Again, thank
you.” Emily had no idea how she’d gotten so lucky, but she’d never been so glad
in all her life that she’d seen the ad in the paper about the apartment. She’d
been actively looking, but had found the Sunday paper in the recycle bin behind
her current apartment. She usually looked over the paper at work, but since she
wasn’t working that Sunday, she’d rummaged in the recycles for the paper.
“Can I drop this
by after work tomorrow?” Emily wanted to have her boss at the PX look it over. She
couldn’t afford to take it to a lawyer, but Jimmy liked her and he’d be able to
tell her if it looked okay or not.
“Of course. I’ll
leave a key under the mat by the stairs that go up to the apartment.”
“Uh, you know
that’s the first place burglars would look for a spare key, don’t you?”
Fletch barked
out a laugh. If someone did manage to
somehow get on to his property undetected, his face would be recorded from so
many different angles, he’d be caught before he could get too far away. “I think
it’ll be okay for a day or so, Em.”
Emily smiled shyly
back at Fletch, teasing him, “Okay, but if I come back and someone has stolen
the couch up there, I’ll expect you to replace it.”
“Deal.” Fletch
smiled. Maybe having a renter wouldn’t be so bad after all. He’d make sure Tex
got the background check done on one Miracle Emily Grant before she returned
the signed lease the next day. It’d be child’s play for the man.
Fletch would
sign it after making sure she was everything she seemed to be. He didn’t think
he had anything to worry about. The woman seemed open and honest, and relieved
to have a place for her and her daughter to live, even if it was a small,
barely furnished, hole in the wall.
Being safe
trumped material things, and he understood that in a way not a lot of other men
would. He’d seen too much in his ten years in the Army, and five years in Delta
Force. People would lie, cheat, steal, and kill to feel safe. He’d seen it over
and over. Mothers who did whatever the local terrorists and bullies ordered
them to, simply to protect their children. Kids who joined gangs, just to feed
their families. The horrors of the world went on and on.
But Fletch could
tell that the woman sitting in front of him now was a completely different
woman than the one he’d invited into his home thirty minutes ago. She was more
relaxed and at ease, whereas before she was tense, cautious, and suspicious. Simply
because she’d been offered a safe place to live for her and her daughter.
Fletch liked
that he could give that to her. It felt good. He’d helped too many people to
count in his lifetime, but he could feel the relief emanating from the woman
all the way to his gut. “Go tell Annie she has a new home and I’ll see you when
I see you. Yeah?”
Emily nodded.
“Yeah.”
They stood up
and Fletch walked her to his door. He stood in the entryway with one arm braced
on the doorjamb and watched as Emily walked toward her car. She stopped when
she was halfway there and turned to him. “Thank you, Fletch. I know you’re
totally giving me a break on the security deposit and rent, and I appreciate
it. I’ll do what I can to help around here, you just need to let me know what
you want me to do. I can rake, mow, sweep and—not that it looks like you need
any help—I can even clean your house if you wanted me to.”
“You’re welcome,
Emily. But I didn’t hire you to be my maid or groundskeeper. I’m actually
getting as much out of this arrangement as you are. I have a responsible tenant
who isn’t interested in robbing me blind or throwing crazy parties, living on
my property. It’s a win-win situation. I’ll see you later.”
Fletch mentally
rolled his eyes at her offer. It was sweet, but there was no way he’d ask her
to do anything manual. She could look after his house when he was on a mission,
but other than that, there wasn’t much that needed to be done that he couldn’t
do himself.
“Okay. See you
later.”
Fletch closed his
front door and heard her car start up, complete with the muffler backfiring. After
turning on the security monitor, he watched as her car backed out of his
driveway and disappeared onto the road next to his house. He picked up the
piece of paper with Emily’s information on it and called Tex. He was
ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure Emily was just who she said she was, and
what she looked like—a woman who was down on her luck and wanted a quiet place
for her and her daughter to live.
Suddenly, he was
looking forward to meeting her daughter. From what little Emily had said, she
sounded precocious and fun. Fletch hadn’t ever really thought about having
children, or even been around many, but it occurred to him that it might be fun
to teach a child things like how a garage door opener worked.
As far as he was
concerned, the sooner Emily and Annie moved in, the better he’d feel. They’d be
safe in the small apartment above his garage. He’d make sure of it.
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