Secret Maneuvers (13 page)

“The purpose of the history lesson and the quote is that, sometimes you have to know when to adjust or deviate from a change in battlefield tactics while the battle is still ongoing so that you can win it. Up to this point, you’ve tried giving Belle patience, time and space to work through things. Then, last night, you used Declan and Riley to try and surprise-attack her, in a sense, with your presence in the room so that she couldn’t escape you. You may have made some headway with her, but the war is still ongoing.”

“Alexander the Great’s ability to change tactics during his battles won him many wars. You want to be more like him. Right now, you’re acting more like the United States and the lack of tactics they used in the Vietnam War. The U.S. would not convert to the guerilla warfare tactics that the Vietnamese soldiers used, so we lost the war and suffered heavy casualties. Stop acting like one of those casualties. It’s time for you to reconsider your tactics and change them. Next time she starts to outmaneuver you, change your approach again to keep her on the edge. Eventually, you’ll find the way to break through.”

This was the reason why Jaxon Wall had been picked to be the Commander of the Ex Ops Unit. The man was highly intelligent, had an excellent head for tactics and strategy, and somehow managed to still be approachable to his men. “I didn’t think you ever used your super powers for good, Jaxon.”

“What in the world are you talking about, Baker? I’m here with the good guys now, aren’t I?”

“Yes, but usually you don’t use your super powers for good when it comes to us. Most of the time, you seem like the evil villain with the stick stuck up his ass and who hasn’t been laid in at least a year.”

“Name one time I was this so called ‘evil’ to you!”

“Well… there was the jungle…”

Throwing his hands up in the air, the man stood up and walked towards the door grumbling. “I send him to the jungle one time, where a monkey flings shit on him, and he’s yet to let me live it down.”

The door closed behind the now grumpy Commander and I couldn’t help smiling as I sat in his empty room. I should stop picking on the man. He had a good point about what I should do next when it came to Belle, but he made it too easy sometimes to poke a little fun at him.

First, I was going to lay it all on the line for her. Bare everything I had and set aside my pride. Maybe even throw in a little groveling. If that didn’t work, I would sit down and think on how I could change my tactics with her to switch it up. One way or another, I was going to win this little war she’d put us in.

Chapter Eight

Annabelle

As I crossed the parking lot to where my truck was parked, a familiar voice called my name from behind me.

“Belle! Hold up a second!” Bobby jogged towards me while I stood there with my arms crossed waiting for him.

Sometime over the past week, the anger that I had been carrying towards Bobby had started to melt away. Then, after he’d apologized two nights ago for leaving me back in Sylvania and we’d made love yesterday morning, all I was left with was that pesky guilt. Guilt and regret. Yet, I wasn’t allowing myself to look at that regret too closely. I couldn’t really afford to let myself to.

Bobby came to a stop in front of me. I couldn’t help cringing a little at his anger. Avoiding him like the plague yesterday after sneaking out of his room, probably wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had, but it was exactly what I’d done. After having that beautiful moment happen between us in his room—especially without a condom and all of the possible repercussions of that, that I was refusing to think about—I needed some time and space to put myself back together. Fidgeting nervously, I shoved my hands in my pockets.

Now it was his turn to cross his arms over his chest. Only his stance didn’t scream self-preservation like mine had. His body language said he was mad at my disappearing act and determined to get answers.

“I know you’re busy and all, but I was hoping you’d like to have dinner with me sometime.” I started to protest, but he grabbed my upper arms gently to stop me from speaking. “Wait a minute. Just hear me out for a second. I’m not asking for much here, Belle. Just a chance for the two of us to go somewhere together so that I can have the opportunity to apologize. Maybe explain a few things. I think that’s the least you owe me after the way you left me yesterday.”

Turning my head to look at my truck, I thought it over. Declan’s plea echoed in the back of my mind; the one where he asked me to let Bobby apologize so that he could move on with his life. The knowledge that I needed to tell Bobby about Seth churned in my gut. When he found out that he had a son, Bobby would unquestionably go on with his life. My fear, now, was that he was going to take my son when he left and I didn’t know if I could survive that.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to let Bobby have his say now. If I accepted his apology and explanation, he could shut down his thoughts of rekindling something between us before I told him about Seth. It might even minimize his pain if he was already under the conclusion that there was no hope for the two of us. Give him some closure and I could see now, as he was looking at me with all that hope in his eyes, that he needed that. Maybe it wouldn’t be so horrible if I could at least give him that. Lord knew that I was ultimately responsible for our situation more than he was.

However, it was a Friday night and there was no way that I was going to go to dinner with Bobby on what most would consider a date night. This needed to be something a bit more casual. Definitely more emotionally safe than anything that might be misconstrued as romantic.

“How about lunch today, instead? There’s a small Mom & Pop place in Poteet where I stop to eat a lot.”

Bobby beamed back at me. “That would be great. Want to leave now?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Get in the truck.”

Bobby

A short time later, Belle and I sat across from each other in a small booth in the back of the restaurant. Although the small diner had a bright and cheery down home atmosphere, I couldn’t help wiping my sweaty palms over the top of my jeans. I watched as Belle generally avoided eye contact with me. Staring down at the blue and white checkered tablecloth, she aimlessly ran her fingers over the condensation on the outside of her water glass.

Not sure how to start this conversation, I glanced around the restaurant. A tiny vase of wildflowers sat on the end of the table against the wall partition. Customers talked amongst each other as waitresses ran around with trays full of food.

Just as I was ready to break up the thickening silence between us, a petite woman in a cornflower blue uniform walked up. Her dark hair was in pig tails and she couldn’t have been more than nineteen-years-old. Quickly, she recited the specials of the day before sweetly asking what we would be having.

My stomach was in knots. I didn’t think I could eat that much without having to worry if it would come back up at any given moment, so I stayed on the safe side and only ordered two cheeseburgers with a side of home style fries and a large sweet tea. Belle ordered the club sandwich and a diet coke. Awkward silence fell again after the waitress left to place their order.

Looking up, I caught Belle looking at me with a slightly amused expression.

Curiosity got the best of me.

“What’s that look for?”

She let out an unfeminine snort. “You still eat like a horse on steroids, don’t you?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I told her, “That was nothing. I usually eat way more than that.”

Belle’s eyebrows jacked up to her hair line.

I felt like a scared teenager, which was ridiculous. I was a thirty-three-year-old, highly trained soldier. One small woman with an outrageous hour glass body should not be able to tie me up in a thousand knots like this. My throat felt almost clogged and I was starting to wonder if the words were ever going to be able to work themselves out. You’d think I’d be a bit more pissed off at her after the trick she’d pulled yesterday morning, but I just couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her. It was probably due to the fact that she was still upset from me leaving her and didn’t know how to deal with it. I’d just have to show her that I didn’t plan on going anywhere or leaving her this time. Belle sat across from me still staring at me like I was an alien who ate small children for breakfast. Deciding to take advantage of her unusually quiet demeanor, I made solid eye contact with her and decided to get it over with.

Nervously, I blurted, “I’m sorry. Words can’t even express just how sorry I am. I don’t want to give you any lame excuses. Just the truth. So here it goes. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I wrote that letter to you. My mind was in a funny place with this new, almost overwhelming, world around me. I started second guessing everything in my life. Then my buddy found out his wife had slept with his brother after we had arrived at our Advanced Training School. In a weak moment, it made me wonder about us, too.”

I quickly grabbed her hands in my own when she looked ready to hit me. “Not that I thought you would cheat on me, or vice versa. More like, I was scared for just a brief moment that you’d regret marrying me at such a young age. That you would come to resent me for not seeing more of the world outside of our relationship than you had.”

“That’s when I wrote that letter. About two weeks after I wrote it, I realized what a monumental mistake it was. I was panicked because we weren’t always allowed to make phone calls, so I wrote a letter to Mom and Dad asking them to find you for me. I’d included a separate letter for them to give you, telling you that I was the world’s biggest idiot for doing what I did, telling you how much I love you, asking you to forgive me, asking you for forever again.

“The problem was that Mom and Dad couldn’t find you. When I was able to call them about a week later, they said no one had seen you around. They looked for months. I called everyone I knew back home, trying to find you. Everyone told me that it was like you just up and disappeared.”

Belle pulled her hands out of mine so that my thumbs no longer drew little circles on her skin. Folding her hands on the table, Belle squeezed them together tightly. The tips of her fingers went bloodless and it was the only outward sign she gave me that she was trying her best to hide how shaken she felt inside.

“What did you expect me to do, Bobby? Stay in Sylvania? A town that loved to rub my face in the fact that I was born on the wrong side of the trailer park? Stay where those stuck up pageant queens could remind me how I had no business dating you? A good boy from a respectable family. Perhaps you expected me to stay with that dickhead father of mine so that he could beat me into the ground just like he did my mom. Teagan was already long gone. There was nothing left for me there.”

I covered Belle’s shaking hands with my own again. “No, Belle. I understand why you left. I honestly do. It just tore me to pieces when I couldn’t find you. To fix what I had done. Please don’t get upset. That’s not what my goal was today.”

One of Belle’s delicate eyebrows popped up again. “Just what are your goals today, Bobby?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, I looked down at our hands as I started to rub my thumb back and forth over her knuckles. “I don’t know. Apologize. Explain. Maybe beg you to forgive me. Hope that you’d be interested in giving me another chance. Tell you that you’re still mine. Last, but not least, get some answers so I can understand things a bit better.” I glanced back up to see regret on Belle’s pretty face.

Her face drained of color and she whispered, “What answers are you looking for? You just said you understood why I left.”

“I get that you wouldn’t stay with your dad. My parents told me about the fresh bruise on your face the day you showed up at their house and they gave you my letter. I also understand why you would feel like you wouldn’t have anywhere else to go since Teagan was gone. What I don’t understand is, why you moved halfway across the country to Texas. I also don’t understand why you changed your last name to Roberts. You changing your last name is probably the reason why my private investigators couldn’t find you all of these years. It had to be an under the table job, too, since, if it was done legally, they would have caught the court records of your name change in any searches they had done. How about you explain those things?”

She looked up at the ceiling for a moment before responding to me.

“Look, Bobby, I appreciate you explaining everything to me. I really do. The apology means a lot, too. Maybe if I hadn’t left Sylvania and moved on with my life, things would be different for us now. The thing is, though, I did leave. Moved on from the past. Where my life sits now… I just don’t think it’s a good idea to try and pick up where we left. There are aspects of my life that you probably wouldn’t be able to handle. We had it good while we had it and, with the hurt and the anger gone now… maybe we can just look back at the past to appreciate that what we had was special. We were each other’s first loves. We’ll always have that.”

She was emotionally pulling away from me again and I didn’t like it one bit. Squeezing her hand, I did my best to hide my disappointment. “You weren’t just my first love, Belle. You were my only love. There hasn’t been a woman since that has touched me to the core the way you did. I know, without a doubt, that there won’t be anyone in the future that can do that, either.”