Escape From Zulaire (28 page)

Andi jumped as Tom punched the dashboard, denting the panel. “Stupid fucking bastard of a ground trooper doesn’t know a Red Alpha priority from his ass.
When
we get back to the capital city, I’ll find this idiot and guarantee him a posting to the most desolate, Mawreg-infested planet I can identify.” He leaned back in the seat and sighed, looking at Andi. “Guess we go back to the original plan.”

She stared at him with her mouth open, never having seen him lose control before. “Are you all right? Did you hurt your hand?”

He shook out his fingers, looked them over. “No, just bruised my knuckles. It was a dumb thing to do, I realize, but to
finally
get my hands on a comlink then not be able to reach someone in authority—” He broke off and sighed. “There’s so much at stake right now. Having a known Betang on the planet elevates the situation to the top of the crisis scale.”

“What—what was the original plan? I’ve kind of lost track of that at the moment.” Andi looked around at the car’s controls blankly.
 

“We’ve still got to get ourselves out of this mess on our own,” Tom said. “Can you drive with all the stuff Mitch pumped into you back there?”

“I think so. It’s not too far now to the station
.
”

“We’d better hightail it. We’ve been in this one spot far too long already. Especially if the rebels, or the Betang, are monitoring com chatter. I’ll go tell Mitch what’s up.” Tom climbed out of the low-slung sports car with an effort.

Andi laid her head on the wheel. Every cut and bruise hurt. Her wrists ached where the ropes had bitten into them.
I’m tired, and I want this whole ordeal to be
over.

A minute later the car dipped as Tom swung back into the passenger seat. “Follow the truck and leave the lights off. The less attention we get, the better.”

Andi cruised down the transportway in the truck’s wake. She turned the com on and found soft music. The drugs were kicking in harder now, waves of disorientation sweeping over her every few minutes. The blaster sear on her side stung and throbbed.

“I wish I could drive for you.” Tom rubbed her shoulders as best he could. “You look worn out.”

 
“I’ll make it,” Andi said. “We’re getting pretty close to South Amri, right? We Loxtons are tough.” She squared her aching shoulders and smiled.
Lucky this car practically steers itself.

“So you
are
Loxton’s great-granddaughter?” Relaxing into the passenger seat, Tom reached for her free hand and clasped it.

She glanced over at him. “How did you know?”
 

He pointed, directing her attention back to the truck’s taillights ahead of them before answering. “The details were in the background briefing when we came onplanet. I didn’t pay much attention. You weren’t someone I expected to meet.”

“I see.” Conversation might keep her more alert, Andi decided, despite the fact it took energy. “The briefing was correct. There are a lot of us in the third generation, though, so the connection doesn’t mean all that much. We still have to work our way up through the ranks if we want to go anywhere in the Loxton family business. Which is what I’m doing.” Andi rolled her head in a lazy circle, trying to loosen the tension in her shoulders. “Did you think it was my great-grandfather who had you diverted to rescue me?”

“Not exactly,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

Tom sat in silence for a minute. She glanced over and saw he was rubbing his forehead, eyes narrowed in a pained expression. Jaw clenched, he met her gaze. “You have to admit it was pretty odd for us to be pulled away from our primary mission to extract one lost Sectors citizen. When we got our pre-Zulaire briefing, the officer had suggested you dating Gul was a cover, that you were actually his
father’s
mistress. I told you before, changing my orders required someone with a lot of pull. The Planetary High Lord was the obvious answer. I’d forgotten the Loxton connection. I’d forgotten all of that until my orders were changed.”
 

The miles ticked away on the readout.
 

She bit her lip and shot him a small, uncertain glance, her heart clenching. “Tom, what if I
had
been the Planetary High Lord’s mistress?”

“Meeting you was like—like a gift, Andi, like the Lords of Space reached out and showed me a taste of heaven.” His voice was choked with emotion, and his brilliant green eyes locked on her face. “I love you. I’ve never said those words to any other woman. I never will. You’re it for me. Unless you had a husband, I’d have done my damnedest to convince you to give me a chance.” Now he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m not saying this right. I’m not the best with words, but
I
know what you mean to me.”

She rested her hand on his thigh. “Tom, I know. I feel the same, starting when you showed up at the dance that night.”

Wrapping his fingers around hers, he kissed her cheek softly.
 
“When we get out of this mess, when we have downtime, I’ll
show
you much I love you. I promise.”

A fairy tale…this is like an ancient fairy tale or a legend. I found my knight in shining armor, and he rescued me. How lucky can a person be?
Andi laughed, suddenly remembering. “You know, I met the urabu on the afternoon you arrived at the compound. I even touched one.”
 

“Urabu? Like the carvings all over the monastery?” Tom wrinkled his forehead and looked sideways at her. “I thought they didn’t exist.” Circling her wrist with his fingers, he unromantically checked her pulse. “You’re not making much sense right now. Are the tranquilizers affecting you too much? Do you want me to flag Mitch over? We can all ride in the truck. We don’t have to keep this vehicle.”

“No, I’m fine.” She laughed again, tossing her hair. “On Zulaire, there’s a legend about the urabu. If they appear to you, you live happily ever after, like in those old children’s stories. And the day I met you, I’d just encountered a whole herd of them, out in the glade where I was sitting. It was magical. Once in a lifetime.”

“I’m not much on fairy tales.” He peered at the badly dented control panel then thumbed the tab that made the windows disappear. Cold night air rushed in at them.

Andi shivered. “What the hell—”

“I think fresh air might clear your head a bit. You know, the ordeals you’ve gone through since we met aren’t my definition of happily ever after.”

 
Andi shook her head.
Hardheaded military man. Well, he can think what he wants, and I’ll know what really happened. The urabu were real, I saw them, and they’ve brought me Tom.

“Concentrate on the road, woman.” He tapped the windshield. “Turn off to the station coming up.” The sign was much defaced, but enough of the legend remained to tell her where she was. “Watch for Mitch’s lead.”

She toggled the switch to make the windows close again. A little touch to the acceleration tab, and she was closing in on the old truck. “You know, I’m overdue to accept another assignment, somewhere other than Zulaire,” she said.

“Why have you stayed then?”

 
She shrugged. “I love this planet. The people are so warm and friendly—ordinarily—and it’s a beautiful world. I felt at home from the first day I landed. But I
am
ambitious, and the only way to make planetary agent is to move around. The company will never promote me into the job here. My ultimate goal has always been Sectors vice president for Loxton, and that requires a lot of varied assignments.”

He stretched one arm out along the seat back behind her, toying with her earlobe. “I warn you, I like to sleep with the windows open.”

“We can handle that issue when we come to it. You’re tickling me.” Andi jerked her head to dislodge his hand.

Laughing, he left her earlobe alone. “Well, it probably was your family who got us diverted to extract you. Nothing else makes sense. It would take someone with heavy political juice, Sectors-based pull. I don’t think anyone on the planet could work it, not even Tonkiln. Once your boss left Zulaire, old man Loxton would have known, trust me. And he’d have found out you were left behind.”

“It’s nice to think my grandfather cares. I haven’t seen him in years.” Andi guided the luxury vehicle up the off-ramp close behind the truck. The small convoy hummed along for another half mile before pulling into the rest station’s courtyard.

“You can be my chauffeur anytime.” Tom kissed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulders, then clambered out of the car to greet the rest of the party, who were coming from the darkened restaurant to meet them.

Releasing the controls, Andi fell back against the soft contours of her seat, exhausted.
I can’t go one more step, not even to find a place to lie down or something to eat.
Her body ached, and at the core, she felt weak. Surviving the river, then the incident with the Betang, followed by her near death at Uraku’s hands, had worn her out.
 

The vehicle’s door opened, letting in the scent of night-blooming flowers. Lifting her easily with his strong arms, Tom carried her into the restaurant, where a temporary camp had been established. He bumped open the door to the private back office with his hip and laid her on a couch there. Yanking a tablecloth free from a nearby stack, he used the fabric to tuck her in. After making a pillow with another tablecloth, her captain kissed her cheek. “Sleep now, sweetheart. I ’ll wake you when it’s time to move.”

She caught at his hand. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“My pleasure. Thanks for saving mine.”

Arching up from the couch, she pulled him toward her. He met her halfway, kissing her with pent-up hunger. Andi teased at his lips with her tongue, penetrating his warm mouth, exploring. His arms came around her, holding her close as his tongue tangled with hers in a delicious dance. Breaking off, he kissed his way along the side of her neck, nuzzling the soft spot at her shoulder.

Andi resisted when he tried to pull back a moment later. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it loose so she could run her hands underneath the fabric, resting her fingers on his warm back. He sat on the couch beside her. “I thought you were tired?”

 
“Maybe all of those drugs Mitch gave me have kicked in.”

Stroking her hair, combing out tangles as he went, Tom smiled. “Even if the meds are working overtime, you’re injured and I need you to rest before we start the last leg of the journey.”

 
Yawning, accepting the truth of his assessment, she curled up carefully on her good side, pillowing her hand under her chin. “You were all I thought about, when Iraku was going to kill me.”
 

“Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me, lady.” He kissed her cheek.

“Likewise.”

“Remember what I told you that night by the lake, when we were camped out?” he said. “How I didn’t think I could ever settle down in one place?”

“Yes, of course.”
A woman doesn’t forget a remark like that.

 
“Now that I’ve found you, I know I can stay wherever you are.
You
are everything I need. Nothing else matters.” Leaning over, he kissed her, taking exquisite care not to aggravate any of her wounds.

Touched he felt such security with her, Andi returned the kiss with intensity, happy in the knowledge they
could
have a future together.

With obvious reluctance, he broke the embrace a long moment later. “I hate to say this, but I have to go. We’re running out of time.” Tucking his shirt in and then readjusting the tablecloth that was to be her makeshift blanket, he kissed her forehead. “Try to sleep, okay?”

As she heard the door shut behind him, Andi closed her eyes with a grateful sigh. No nightmares waiting for her now, only sweet dreams.

Chapter Eight

When Andi woke, Rahuna was sitting in the chair next to the couch, reading a small book of meditations. When he saw she was awake, he gave her his beautiful full smile. “Good, you’ve slept yourself out, child.” Sliding the book into a pocket, he stood.

“For now.” Andi tried to move, but her stiff, sore limbs were aching, her reflexes sluggish. Her left side where the blaster shot had come so close was the worst, aching and burning as if she’d three broken ribs.
It even hurts to breathe. Those drugs of the sergeant’s must have worn off.
“What time is it?”

“Still the middle of the night, I fear. Come, I have some food if you’re hungry.” Rahuna walked over to the couch.

“
Starved
. You must be my guardian angel.”
When was the last time I ate?
“Any coffee?”

Rahuna tugged her to her feet with elaborate caution while she clutched at her side. Matching his steps to her halting pace, he supported her as she hobbled out of the office. She picked the closest chair at the first table in the restaurant. Like a waiter at a fancy restaurant, Rahuna pulled the seat out for her with a flourish. “There’s coffee. The soldiers said since this was our last stop before the capital, we might as well finish the supply. I saved two cups for you.”

Before she could thank him, Rahuna hurried out, returning with a large tray from which he spread a bountiful meal for her, including an omelet, fruit, breads, preserves as well as the promised coffee.