Torn (Lords of the City #1) (31 page)

“I think you already do,” Corey observed. “That’s the wildness in you. Nature is where you belong. Why else would you have become an environmentalist? Seeing you in the city was like watching a star being buried underground. In the wilderness, you shine.”

“I can’t argue with poetry like that,” I said, yawning. “Do we have time to sleep before this meeting?”

“Don’t worry about the meeting. It’s nothing you have to concern yourself with. Sleep all you want.”

Unable to resist, I crawled beneath the sheet, more for comfort than warmth, Colombia was hot, and I drifted off into a sound slumber, waking only when I heard Corey come through the door. It was night, his entrance lit by moonlight.

“What’s in your hands?” I asked, struggling to open my eyes, still exhausted.

“Don’t be scared; it’s just a rifle.”

Instantly, I reached beside me and turned on the overhead light. Like a hunter in the woods, Corey held a rifle between his fists. Worse, he was dressed in camouflage.

“You need to tell me what’s going on,” I demanded.

“Don’t worry about it. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

It was not at all consoling. Enraged, I rushed over to him and covered his hands with my own so that we both held the gun. I gazed into his eyes, searching. “What are we doing here?”

“You’re here to study the environment.”

“And you?”

“I can’t focus with you so close,” he said hoarsely, staring at me with a feral yearning that made his pupils large and engulfing. “If you want answers, you’re going to have to let go of my hands.”

I should have let go, but I couldn’t, trapped in time, as if we were in Thailand once again and none of the last few months had happened. “I don’t want to,” I breathed.

Dropping the gun, allowing it to clatter to the ground, Corey ensnared my cheeks between his strong but gentle hands and kissed me with the passion of lust pent-up for a thousand years. His kiss tasted good, my appetite as strong as his in the intoxicating jungle. The rhythm of his tongue was familiar, an echo from the many kisses we had shared before.

Heated, he tenderly guided me to the bed, his mouth locked to mine, but before we reached it, the reality of what was about to happen caused me to push him away.

“I can’t,” I gasped, out of breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he told me. “It’s my fault. I know you want to take it slow.”

“No,” I stated, my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but I had to. Things had escalated too quickly. “I do have to apologize, for a lot of things.”

Patient, Corey said nothing, listening.

Falling on the bed, my head dropped down to my knees as I held my stomach. “I never should have come here, not without telling you the truth first.”

He kneeled beside me and stroked my hair back, running his thumb down my tattoo. “What is it? Tell me, Imogen,” he said soothingly.

Shaking, I forced myself to sit up and face him. “Before I say anything, please understand that no one thought you were coming back. You hadn’t been home in years. I didn’t believe them at first, but when you didn’t contact me…”

“Is this about the guy you were seeing, because it’s okay. I mean, we had something special in Thailand, and we’re building on that now, but I could hardly expect you to wait around for me.”

My lips trembled. “But I promised you I would.”

“Made in the heat of the moment. It’s completely forgivable that you found someone else in between, especially since I didn’t contact you. I should have. No wonder you didn’t believe I was coming back.”

I swallowed. “No one thought you were. That’s really important. Because…” I shuddered out a breath. “Because the man I fell in love with was your brother.”

C
orey fell on the bed beside me, clearly distressed, but not nearly as angry as I thought he’d be after learning I’d dated his brother. Well, dated was a loose term, but no way was I going into the details with him.

“Don’t be mad at Noah,” I implored. “He was adamant that you weren’t going to return, that history spoke louder than promises. And he wasn’t just saying that to be with me. He never believed you’d come home. Deep down, it was his biggest regret. I saw it in him. He missed you, but he thought you were gone for good.”

“It’s a punch in the gut,” Corey admitted. “I’m not really sure how to process it. I told him to look after you, not…” He covered his eyes with his hands. “And yet, I can see it from your perspective. You’re beautiful. He looks like me so…” he smirked deliciously, “he’s obviously good looking. I wasn’t there. He was.”

“It’s complicated,” I murmured, dejected.

“That’s an understatement,” he said, setting his hand on my knee. “Why did it end?”

“We wanted different things,” I said honestly. “And so we moved on.” I refused to tell him it had only been after his arrival. Corey deserved the truth, but not the whole truth.

He sighed. “At least now I understand why you didn’t rip my clothes off the minute you saw me,” he joked through his gloom.

“So what do we do?” I asked. “Should I leave?”

“No way,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “It will take time, but I believe in us. We’ll get there.”

Exhaling, I shuddered with emotion. “I should have waited for you. It would have made everything so much easier.”

“Maybe this will make you feel better—”

Before he could say more, I leaned away from him. “Don’t say you met a girl in Thailand, because I don’t think I can handle it.”

Smiling, he brushed a strand of my hair away from my sleepy eyes. “There was a girl in Thailand, and she’s right here, in this room with me, entrancing me with her wildness.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“Not as lucky as she thinks. I kept something from you too. The reason I returned from Thailand when I did was because I was summoned here, by Barrett. He’s an old friend of mine who lends his military background to those in need. About two weeks ago, some men from this village were taken hostage by guerilla soldiers who live in the jungle.”

I was horrified. “Why?”

“The irrigation system the village built is patented, the design ready to be sold to the highest bidder. The revolutionaries want the blueprints to sell for themselves.”

Frightened, I completely forgot about my earlier confession. “So you’re here to take the hostages back by force?”

“If it comes to that. We’re in the middle of negotiations now.”

“I know you, Corey. You’re not here to negotiate. You’re here to be reckless.”

“It’s not reckless when you’re saving lives. How is it any different from when I protected the herd of elephants by chasing down the poachers?”

“Because the poachers didn’t have human targets. They couldn’t come into a village, kidnap men, and get away with it.” Hyperventilating, I fanned myself, trying to force in a breath of air. “We’re not safe, are we?”

“The soldiers won’t be back,” he assured me. “They have their hostages. Now they’re waiting for the patent.”

I didn’t believe him. “Then why did you check the locks?”

“You. When I’m gone, I want to make sure you feel safe.”

I grabbed his arm and stared straight into his eyes. “I’ll never feel safe if you’re not here. Please don’t do anything that can take you away from me.”

“I’ll come back,” he promised, brushing his finger against my cheek. “You know I will.”

***

Next to the river, I sat in the tall grass with my feet in the water. It wasn’t safe to drink or bathe in, but a local woman had said feet were fine, as long as I rubbed them in the grass afterwards. The vegetation wasn’t exactly safe either, not with snakes and other crawlies stalking around. It was worth the risk. From above, the sun scorched the earth. I didn’t know how the land managed to remain so lush under the brutal sun.

Corey was gone, out on a scouting mission that left my belly in tangles waiting for his return. My journals were untouched on the writing desk. Fearing for Corey, I couldn’t focus, not on my research, not on anything.

Nearby, a group of women washed clothes in the river as children ran around their feet. I didn’t stray far from them, not after learning what Corey had told me the previous night. I still couldn’t believe he’d dragged me into the middle of guerilla warfare. It was shocking, but at the same time it was refreshing that Corey judged me strong enough to handle such an environment.

When the sun began to scald my skin, I returned to our residence and picked up my phone, tempted to call Julia. We were on the same time zone, but I realized she’d be in the middle of work, while I was in the middle of fretting. I couldn’t do this every day.

Praying for the hostage situation to end peacefully and soon, I climbed into the hammock and stared at the ceiling as I swayed, too restless to sleep but immobilized by thoughts of Corey. Where he was. What he was doing.

Hours later, when he lurched in, I nearly cried with relief. “How did it go?”

I tried to sit up, but it was impossible to do in a hammock, and I nearly spun around if not for Corey’s swift reflexes. “From what we could see through the sniper lenses, the camp is a lot bigger than we thought. Four men were taken hostage, but our intel tells us they have at least six men there. This isn’t some insignificant unit. It’s a massive outpost.”

It gave me the chills. “Where’s the government? Why aren’t they intervening?”

“There are loads of guerilla soldiers out there. The government doesn’t have the capacity to handle every case. If Barrett hadn’t come to organize the rescue, the village probably would have been forced to hand over their patent. If not, the men wouldn’t be returning home.”

I felt sick. “You mean the soldiers would kill them?”

“Not likely. They’d use them as manual labor, probably like the two unknown hostages at the camp.”

“This is why I enjoy being an environmentalist. Nature can be cruel, but it’s nothing compared to man.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Corey said, looking at me with regret. “It’s why I’m sending you back. It’s not as safe here as I thought. No one in this village is safe. I’m going to call Noah and ask him to send his private jet to pick you up.”

“Just me?” I asked sadly, because I already knew the answer.

Holding the hammock steady, he crawled in with me and held me, laying back so that we swung leisurely, the ceiling our sky. With the heat outside invading our room and the heat between us licking our skin, I felt dizzy interred in Corey’s arms, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be. Not because I loved him, but because we truly did have a connection that was inexplicable.

“When this is all over, I’ll take you on an actual vacation. Somewhere safe, like Disneyland.”

“I’ve never been to Disneyland,” I told him. “But the mouse kind of freaks me out.”

He laughed, shaking the hammock. As he did, I felt the vibrations across his chest, penetrating deep into his heart which, to me, sounded perfectly healthy. “We’ll figure it out,” he said.

“Noah will give you an earful,” I warned. “He’ll demand you come home with me.”

“I can handle my brother.”

“I know where I’d like to go when you return,” I decided.

“And where’s that?”

“To Milwaukee. I’d like you to meet my grandma’s friends at the senior center. They’ll get a kick out of you.”

Again, he laughed. “I’d like that. It sounds perfect.”

“Corey?” I asked, biting my lower lip. “If we can’t get to the place that we were at before, will we make it as friends?”

“Of course,” he insisted with unmistakable certainty. “But I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Startled, I lifted my ear, certain I’d heard a woman scream. “What was that?”

Corey cocked his head, but there was nothing.

“Never mind,” I said, shaking it away.

Until there was another scream.

This time Corey heard it. We leapt out of the hammock, instantly on guard. From the corner of the room, Corey grabbed the rifle, and to my absolute horror, he handed it to me. “Don’t be afraid to pull that trigger!” he ordered. “Keep the doors locked. Don’t open them for anyone!”

Before I could protest, he ran out the door.

Tears running down my cheeks, I locked it behind him, then stood as far away from it as possible, backing into the corner by the bed, shaking uncontrollably. There was a lot of commotion outside. When gunfire sounded, I cried out loud, more frightened than I’d ever been. I was tempted to drop the gun and cover my ears, but thinking of the hostages held prisoner in the jungle, I kept it sturdy on the door.

Hours past, and the village quieted. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad sign. Without any windows in our residence, I was blind to the terror around me. Still weeping, I crawled on the ground, the rifle in my hand and reached up to the writing desk for my phone.

“Noah,” I sobbed into the phone when he answered, trying to keep quiet. “Help me.”

***

I don’t know how much time passed as I lay on the floor near the bed, sprawled out with the rifle in my hand, squinting at the crack in the door to see if it was night or day. It didn’t really matter. There was no way that door was opening, not unless Corey walked in. At one point, someone banged on the door, but I didn’t understand the language, so I kept quiet, unsure if they were friend or foe.

Sometime later, when there was a knock on the door again, I heard someone call out my name.

“Come in, Peter,” I said in my delirium.

“Imogen!” a man yelled. “It’s me. Open up.”

Corey. Finding the energy to stand, I pressed my head against the door. “Corey, is that you?” I hissed.

“It’s Noah.”

That’s right. I’d called Noah. Swimming in the torment of my fear, I’d almost forgotten. Endlessly shaking, I unlocked the bolts and pulled the door open, blinking back the glare of the sun, blind to who waited for me.

“Imogen!” With blatant desperation, Noah pushed his way into the room and clutched me like a child to a doll. “Thank God you’re safe,” he whispered into my ear.

Accepting that it really was him and not some delusion, I wept into his shoulder, trusting his strength and authority, my fears pouring out of me like a hailstorm. “I was so scared,” I cried. “I didn’t know what was going on. But you found me.”