Chapter 58
I stood and found eyes on me again, all around, no grins this time; Delgado intensity was coming at me from all sides.
Weird.
Hawk’s arm came back to my shoulders and he curled me into his side again. I looked up and only had a second to prepare before his mouth hit mine for a very brief, very hard, very sweet kiss.
When his head lifted, I found my arms had wound themselves around his middle.
I stared into his eyes and couldn’t read them and lost the ability to try when his hand came up, knuckles skimming my cheek and down, it curled around my neck.
I forgot we had an audience when I re-focused and the look he was giving me set something wrong inside me.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“No,” he replied.
“Hawk –” I started but I didn’t know what I was going to say.
His hand squeezed my neck. “Totally missed out.”
Something was happening here, something important. I just didn’t get what.
“Hawk,” I breathed.
“Fuck me, totally missed out.”
“Baby,” I replied softly.
“Coffee, querida,” I heard, my neck twisted and I was surprised to see Maria standing there, offering me coffee.
I took it with a, “Thanks.”
“No problem,” she muttered, her eyes shifting quickly to Hawk then she turned back to the bacon on the stove.
“So Sam, what do you do?” Gus asked and I looked at him, relieved at a normal question and how it shifted an atmosphere that had bizarrely grown heavy.
“I’m a book editor,” I answered then took a sip of coffee.
“Like it?” Gus asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“What’s your Dad do?” Gus went on.
“Construction, ex-Army and part-time handyman because his daughter bought a money pit,” I told him.
Gus smiled. “Keeps us young, lookin’ out for our kids, no matter how old they are.”
“Well, I endeavor to give my father every opportunity to stay young.”
Gus’s smile widened. “Bet he loves every minute of it,” Gus guessed wrongly.
“He lectured me for five hours not to buy that house and I bought it anyway so when the bathtub crashed through the floor into the living room, he had to take an hour long timeout so he wouldn’t strangle me and be known on on-line encyclopedias as a daughter-killer so I’m not sure he loves every minute of it.”
“Trust me,” Gus stated, still smiling, “he loves every minute of it.”
“Okay,” I decided to agree.
“And your Mom?” Gus kept interrogating me.
“Meredith is a secretary for a divorce lawyer,” I answered.
“Meredith?” he asked.
“My stepmom.”
“What’s your Mom do?” Gus kept at me.
“Pop,” Hawk said low and Gus’s eyes went to his son.
“She disappeared when I was little,” I answered readily and the Delgado intensity hit me again coming from all sides.
“Sorry, Sam, I didn’t know,” Gus said.
“It’s okay, Gus, it was a long time ago,” I replied just as Hawk’s neck twisted so he could look toward the door.
I looked up at him to see his brows knit and heard him mutter, “Who now?”
He let me go and moved to the door as I took another sip of coffee, smelled bacon and my stomach informed me I was hungry.
Javier came running into the kitchen. He smacked his Grandma on the leg and shouted, “Bacon!” and I grinned.
There was a commotion at the door, I twisted to look and saw Meredith leading, moving swiftly, her face panicked. Dad was coming behind her, his strides long, his face set in granite. And a woman was following them wearing jeans, boots, a blousy top shot with silver and a cool, beat up leather jacket. She looked half-hippie, half-biker babe, a look she pulled off and one I liked so much I felt a new phase coming on. She also looked familiar but I didn’t know how.
I tensed and turned, putting my coffee cup to the counter.
What now?
“Sammie, sweetie, she wouldn’t –” Meredith started, her eyes glued to me, she didn’t even glance at the Delgados.
“Samantya!” the woman I didn’t know shouted then broke into a run toward me. “My God, my God. A drive-by!” Then she passed Meredith and threw her arms around me as I froze, my eyes on Meredith. “My baby, nearly shot to death!” the woman wailed, swaying me side to side.
“Uh,” I started. “Do I know you?”
She jerked away, her fingers curving around my upper arms so hard I could feel her nails through the material of my hoodie.
“Do you know me?” she whispered.
“Sam –” Dad began but the woman let me go and she whirled on Dad.
“Does she know me?” she shrieked and even Santo and Javier stopped scampering and stared.
“Libby,” Dad clipped but I felt the color slide from my face as I took a step back.
“Libby?” I whispered and she swung back to me.
“Yes!” she snapped. “Libby! Your mother!”
Oh my God! Gus was a voodoo master. One mention and then, poof! there she was!
My eyes flew to Hawk to see he was closing in on me as I swayed. Luckily, he made it to me, his arm hooking around my chest as he positioned his tall frame behind me and he anchored me to him before I could teeter and fall.
