By Request Collection 1. Jackie Braun

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      He was back on the beach that haunted his dreams. But this time he found himself suspended in mid-air, looking down. Torque was gone, Lissa stood on the sand instead. The breeze caught her hair, twirling it about her beautiful face, which was turned towards the sun. She looked up, smiled at him, waved, then set off down the blinding strip. His heart stuttered. He wanted to wave back, tell her he was coming and ask her to wait but he couldn’t move his arm.

      And then she was sinking into the sand, her face contorted in horror as she screamed his name, over and over. He tumbled down to earth and onto the beach and started running but his legs were columns of concrete. Then the world turned dark as he pin-wheeled towards a rocky outcrop on the water’s edge.

      ‘Blake. Blake, you’re having a bad dream.’

      Lissa. Not screaming. Her soothing voice washed over him. He felt her hand on his chest and opened his eyes to see her leaning over him, her silhouette outlined against the grey light from the window. He could just make out her features in the darkness. Eyes wide and filled with something akin to the fear that still ripped through his body.

      He’d not had his nightmare for weeks. He’d thought they were gone. But this dream was different. His subconscious was warning him to stay away from her, to keep her safe from him and harm.

      ‘You’re not going to shut me out any longer,’ she said firmly. ‘And you’re not the only one who reads eyes.’

      He turned his head away on the pillow. In the shadows, he could still see her on the beach and it was as if sharp talons had shredded what was left of his heart. ‘Turn on the lamp,’ he snapped out.

      He felt the mattress dip and the room filled with a soft rosy light, chasing away the shadows and images. He blinked awake, desperate not to see her falling back into that hell hole.

      And then the words, the pain, the memories were tumbling out. ‘We were attacked by an unseen enemy on a beach. My youngest recruit was killed. I was in charge, I was the one responsible. It should’ve been me who died that day.’

      ‘Oh, Blake.’ She brushed her fingers over his brow. ‘Why would you say that about yourself? It shouldn’t have been anyone. Let me in. please.’

      He turned and looked at her. ‘You’re a good listener, Lissa. The only one who ever listened.’ The only woman who ever cared what was inside him.

      She stared down at him, her eyes wide and full of compassion. ‘Start at the beginning and don’t stop till you’re through.’

      He put a hand behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Then he took a deep breath. ‘We were on a routine training exercise …’

      Lissa’s heart wept for him as he told her, his gaze fixed on horrors she couldn’t see.

      ‘I woke up in a military hospital,’ he said at last.

      ‘Thank God,’ she whispered.

      ‘They called me a hero.’ He drove a hand over his head. ‘If I’d been doing my job right I’d’ve seen the signs earlier and Torque might still be alive today.’

      ‘No. You did what you could. No one could have done more. You’re a good, good man, Blake. The best. You couldn’t save Torque, but you’ve done so much for others. You’ve spent years protecting our country. Protecting us. Think about Gilda. And me—think about all you’ve done for me. The boat. Your boat. You never told Jared the story behind that, did you? The business you’ve helped me build. Todd.

      ‘Forgive yourself, Blake. Let me help you.’ She closed his eyelids gently with her fingertips. ‘Sleep now. I’ll be here.’

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      ‘I SHOULD’VE bought a new dress.’ Lissa surveyed her reflection, less than satisfied. It was her big night and her little black dress was strapless and short and simple. Everyone else would be blinged to the eyeballs and the party princess was a plain Jane. But she hadn’t had time to wander the boutiques.

      ‘That is a new dress,’ Blake said, behind her. ‘And that is such a typical male response.’ She glanced at Blake in the mirror to check he was okay after finally opening up to her last night.

      He was buttoning his shirt. Covering all that gorgeous bronze skin. He looked amazing. Semi relaxed. She knew he wasn’t looking forward to facing a crowd of people. She stared back at herself. ‘It’s not what I imagined myself wearing tonight. I look so … stark. And boring. Maybe a brighter lip-gl—’

      ‘Perhaps these will help.’ Blake’s reflection appeared behind her. He lifted his hands above her head and she saw a single strand of cream pearls.

      ‘Oh …’ She met his eyes in the mirror—warm and incredibly blue, like a tropical day, and for a heart-stopping moment she forgot to breathe.

      Then he broke eye contact, as if he’d seen something he wasn’t comfortable with. ‘Lift your hair.’

      Unable to speak for the lump in her throat, she did as he asked. He fastened it around her neck, then adjusted its princess length so that the diamond-crusted clasp sat below the line of her collarbones. It sparked like fire in the bedroom light.

      ‘Oh, my … I don’t know what to say.’ She touched the smooth orbs, cool against her suddenly flushed skin. They must have cost a fortune. ‘They’re beautiful. And absolutely perfect.’

      ‘They match your complexion.’ His hands drifted over her bare shoulders as he turned her to face him, dropped a kiss on her brow. ‘Good luck for tonight. You deserve it.’

      ‘Thank you, Blake.’ In turn, she leaned in to press her lips lightly against his neck just above his collar. ‘For everything.’

      But as she walked out into the night with him, something shivered down her spine. Hadn’t she read somewhere that when a man gave a woman pearls, tears weren’t far behind?

      By eight-thirty the vaulted room where Lissa’s Interior Design was to open for business on Monday morning was a sensory hive. Animated conversation. A fortune in fashion and fragrance and diamonds. Exotically perfumed pine-cone ginger stalks and Singapore orchids among tropical foliage. Colourful canapés, pink champagne. And over it all, the sounds of Vivaldi drifting from a quartet on the mezzanine floor.

      Lissa mingled with the guests. Some she knew, others she met for the first time. Gilda, with her rapidly growing baby bump swathed in midnight blue, introduced her around. Blake was working the room from the opposite end.

      Suddenly, she was enveloped in a tight warm hug and a familiar voice over her shoulder said, ‘Hello, gorgeous.’

      ‘Jared!’ She turned in the circle of his arms and hugged him tight. ‘I didn’t know you were back.’

      ‘We wanted to surprise you.’

      ‘You did.’ And for a moment she wanted to cling, to breathe in his familiar aftershave and tell him she loved him, how much she appreciated him.

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