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ОглавлениеA TEN-HOUR SHIFT had turned into a fourteen-hour shift. There was no way she was going back home when the ER waiting room was so full that patients couldn’t find seats.
After a few hours some of the local police arrived to collect statements and details of injuries. ‘Any idea what happened?’
The first one nodded. ‘Delivery mistake. Chemicals for the printing factory had been mislabelled. They got mixed together as they normally do and...boom.’
Katsuko sucked in a breath. It all seemed so matter-of-fact. She’d seen exactly the damage those mislabelled chemicals had caused. The man who had been brought in by helicopter had died. Mahito was currently in their paediatric ICU. It would be a few days before they’d even attempt to wake him up from his induced coma.
Her paperwork was finally finished. The next shift had come on duty and all patients were currently being seen.
There was a nudge at her shoulder. ‘How about you show the new guy where he can get some food?’
Avery. That was his name. These US doctors rolled in, dated their way around every department and rolled back out without a second glance. Did he really think he was the first new doctor to show a spark of interest in her?
He leaned against the wall next to her, folding his arms, his Indiana Jones style hat back on his head.
‘I can’t believe you actually walk about like that.’
He tipped his hat at her. ‘What can I say? It’s a precious family heirloom. I don’t leave home without it.’
At some point he’d changed into a set of obligatory pale green scrubs. They suited him, matched his pale green eyes. There was a borrowed stethoscope around his neck and his military boots were still in place. His feet must be aching.
His blond hair was longer than normal for the military—most of the men had buzz cuts around here. She resisted the temptation to smile. Her father would have a fit. As soon as that tiny bit of forward-flopping hair touched his eyebrow there would be memos flying about the base.
He was still smiling at her. A lazy, sexy grin. This guy was movie-star material and he knew it. That rankled.
Now that he was dressed in thin scrubs she could see practically every outlined and defined muscle on his chest and arms. The scrubs were cutting into the muscle around the top of his arm. It was clear he worked out.
Another one. Cheeky. Sassy. Following her about the place. Most scattered when they found out who her father was. Well, not really her father, but as good as. The odd newcomer had thought it a challenge to try and date the Major General’s daughter. But she’d learned quickly.
It had only taken overhearing one conversation. A few sentences from one airman to another—that dating the General’s daughter would be a fast track to promotion—to make her stomach turn over and her blood boil.
She was immune. Immune to the too-long hair, twinkling eyes and defined muscles. She was immune to the cheeky innuendo and admiring glances.
No matter how cute the overall package.
‘I’m sure you can find someone else to show you where to eat.’
‘But what if I want you to show me?’
She shot him a beaming smile. ‘I’m busy.’
He lifted her stethoscope off her neck. ‘No. You’re not. Your duty shift finished four hours ago.’
She raised her eyebrows. ‘And yours doesn’t even start until tomorrow.’
He placed his hand across his heart. ‘Just shows you what kind of guy I am. Dedicated. Hard-working. Selfless.’
She grabbed her stethoscope back and started to walk down the corridor towards the changing rooms. ‘Big-headed.’
‘Ouch.’ He gave a little stagger against a wall. He was still smiling at her. ‘First Lieutenant Williams, is that how you treat a fellow airman?’ He’d raised his voice a little and she could see heads turning in their direction. He opened his arms. ‘I’ve travelled halfway around the world. Billeted here at short notice. Walked in and worked a fourteen-hour shift.’ He shrugged his shoulders at two other amused staff members walking towards them. ‘I didn’t have time to check in with the housing officer and find out where I’m staying, let alone have something to eat.’ He gave them a conspiratorial smile. ‘Is this the kind of welcome Okatu gives new staff members?’
Katsuko felt the rush of heat into her cheeks. This guy was actually getting to her a little.
Caleb, one of the nurses, shook his head as he moved past and tutted. ‘Shocking.’ It was obvious he was trying not to laugh.
‘Not so much as a cup of coffee,’ added Seiko, one of the aerospace medical technicians.
It was odd. Avery’s grin was almost infectious. She could feel the edges of her mouth turning upwards even though she was willing them not to. She might not have paid enough attention before, but he did look tired. Who knew how many hours he’d travelled before he’d done an unexpected shift? And she couldn’t remember him taking a break at any point. The guy must be starving.
Avery shrugged. ‘Or maybe you have someone waiting for you at home?’
The flush in her cheeks warmed even more. Nothing like asking if she was single. What was worse was that she could see the exchange of glances between her colleagues.
Katsuko threw up her hands. ‘Fine. Fine.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘I’ll phone Barney, the housing officer, and we can pick up your keys before I show you where to eat.’
‘Food!’ exclaimed Avery. ‘It’s been so long I don’t even remember what it tastes like.’
He was walking right alongside her, so close their arms were almost brushing together. She bumped him with her hip and laughed as he lost his balance. ‘Cut it out, drama king. I’ll give you ten minutes to shower and get back into your dress uniform. If you’re not outside in ten I’m leaving you behind.’
He gave her a wink as he backed into the changing room. ‘Not a chance. I’m all yours.’
She gulped. The new guy was too smart for his own good. Too sassy. And a whole lot too sexy.
One of her colleagues gave her a nudge. ‘Hmm... Dr Flynn? Is he single? Because if he is, I’ll fight you for him.’
* * *
Ten minutes later she emerged from the changing room and walked straight into the chest of Avery Flynn.
‘Oof!’
He grinned. ‘I got you back. And at least I didn’t leave you sprawling on the floor.’
She straightened her blue jacket. She’d spent longer than she usually did getting changed. For some strange reason she’d felt the urge to check her make-up and spray on some perfume.
‘Maybe next time you won’t get in the way.’
If he’d looked good in the scrubs he looked even better in the dress uniform. The pale blue shirt and dark jacket fitted his frame perfectly. His eyes swept up and down her quickly, taking in the regulation skirt, her legs no longer hidden in scrubs. She resisted the temptation to clear her throat.
He waved his arm in front of him. ‘Lead on, then, First Lieutenant. I’d hate to get in the way.’
She rolled her eyes and started walking. ‘Are you always going to be this annoying?’
His backpack was slung over his shoulder and his darned fedora was in his other hand. At least he wasn’t trying to wear it while he was in uniform. He fell into step alongside her. ‘Believe me, I’ve got annoying down to a fine art.’
He pushed open the door and held it for her. She swept through in front of him. ‘I bet you have.’
She pointed in one direction. ‘Let’s go this way. We’ll pick up your keys from the housing officer. I gave him a call and he told me where he’d leave things for you.’
Avery frowned and looked at his watch. ‘Is that the time? I’d no idea it was so late.’ He nudged her with his elbow. ‘Just as well I’m with you. The housing office would be closed at ten o’clock at night.’
She started crossing the road. ‘It might surprise you but we have lots of night-time deployment flights. The housing officer has a page. He wouldn’t have minded if you’d called him out.’
He gave her a curious glance. ‘Lived here long?’
‘Almost all my life.’
His footsteps faltered a little but she didn’t halt. She knew exactly what would happen next. He lengthened his stride and walked a little in front of her, turning around to catch sight of her face. ‘I didn’t think that was possible.’
‘It’s not.’
He wasn’t going to be put off with her short answers. By this point, he was almost walking backwards, keeping his gaze on her the whole time.
‘So how have you managed it?’
He was so busy watching her face that he wasn’t paying attention to the road. She reached out and grabbed him just as his foot hit a small rut.
His reaction was automatic. As his balance tipped he grabbed her hand that was clutching the front of his jacket. The warm skin of the palm of his hand wrapped firmly around her wrist. It was like slow motion. A flood of electricity shot up her arm towards her chest. If she could have snatched her hand back she would have.
But he hadn’t let go. His pale green eyes fixed on hers. Nothing was said. Neither of them moved again. Her breath caught some way in her throat and all of a sudden she felt the desperate urge to find something to drink. Preferably alcohol.
‘Can’t have you falling for me twice in one day.’
It was meant to come out as a quip—a joke. But the intensity of his gaze made her normally firm voice turn into a whisper.
He responded instantly. ‘Oh, I think we can.’ There was an edge to his voice, a raspiness she hadn’t noticed before, that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
Her fingers slowly let go of his jacket. Avery stared at his hand for a few seconds before finally letting go of her wrist.
There was a tiny shake of his head, as if he was trying to process what had just happened.
‘Over here.’ She spoke quickly, pointing to an office block. ‘That’s where we’ll get your keys.’ She strode ahead. It was crazy. But this guy was unsettling her. Touching her. Giving her glimpses of a whole other world out there.
She buzzed them into the block and picked up his keys and a map of the base from the reception desk. She glanced at the key fob and circled a place on the map with a pen.
‘Look, we’re here. And we’ll probably go and eat in this street here. Your house is over here. It’s about ten minutes from where we’ll eat.’
She was conscious of him leaning over the map beside her. Even though they’d been close up earlier in the ER she hadn’t noticed the woody smell of his aftershave. Maybe he’d just put some on? Just like she had...
And that darned bit of hair at the front fell over his forehead. Her fingers itched to push it back.
He picked up the map and turned towards her, their noses almost touching. As it was night-time the reception area wasn’t brightly lit. There was no one else around. It was almost...intimate.
She stepped back and sucked in a breath. His head tilted to the side a little, as if he was surprised by her sudden movement. What was he used to? Women falling at his feet?
‘There’s a courtyard five minutes away.’ She moved over towards the door again. ‘What is that you want to eat?’
As if on cue his stomach gave a loud growl and he put his hand over his belly and laughed. ‘Something that no doctor would approve of.’
She pushed open the door. ‘Like what? You’ve just arrived in Japan. Don’t you want to try some local cuisine?’
He shook his head. ‘Not tonight. Tonight I’m ravenous. If I’m sampling genuine Japanese food I want to savour every mouthful. Think of me as a horse.’
She turned to face him. ‘Are you crazy?’
‘Yes, I am. It’s called low blood sugar. I just want to stick my head in a bucket and eat and eat until I’m ready to collapse in a corner. I want calorie-laden carbs. Can you find me some?’
She wagged her finger at him. ‘Sure I can. But I’m warning you, this is blackmail material.’
His eyes twinkled. ‘Well, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have blackmail me.’
* * *
Five minutes later they reached a pizza place and slid into a booth. The smell was enough to make him keel over. Food. He needed food.
He clocked a buffet in the corner. ‘Let’s not wait. How about we just go to the buffet?’
He could see the ready-cooked pizzas under the heat lamps. They were practically calling out his name. His hand was poised on the table, ready to get back up again.
Katsuko laughed and shook her head. ‘What do you want to drink?’
He looked around. ‘A beer. I’ll have a beer. I’ll probably sleep for a week.’
She gestured to one of the waitresses. ‘Just make sure you’re ready for your shift tomorrow. If you don’t appear on time, remember—’ she pointed to the key that was still in his hand ‘—I know where you live.’
He couldn’t help the instant grin that appeared. He paused for a second and stared at the key dangling from his hand. ‘Yeah, you do, don’t you?’
He hadn’t quite meant to say it like that. But it had just naturally come out that way. He locked gazes with those dark brown eyes. He wanted to get closer. He wanted to see if they were flecked with gold, or if the dark brown was as intense as it looked from here.
She licked her lips and his feet instantly shifted. The waitress appeared next to them, talking rapidly in Japanese. Avery pulled down his jacket and moved over to the buffet. He couldn’t help but shake his head. He hadn’t slept and had barely eaten in nearly two days. He was flirting with a colleague. No, he was getting fresh with the base commander’s daughter. He was clearly losing his mind.
He picked up a heated plate and put two slices on it.
Katsuko appeared at his side. ‘Did you even look?’ She was smiling and had a glass of wine in her hand.
She picked up a plate and put two slices of pizza and some salad on it. ‘Remember your five a day,’ she whispered, then added a spoonful of salad to his plate.
Avery stared down at his plate. ‘Sorry,’ he murmured. ‘At last count it was around forty-eight hours since I had some proper food.’
She gave a knowing nod. ‘Is it the joys of being an ER doctor, or the joys of being in the air force?’
They returned to the booth and he spent the next few minutes eating. It appeared he’d picked two slices of pepperoni and mushroom pizza and they hit all the right spots. After a few minutes he rested back in the booth and picked up his bottle of beer.
The cold liquid felt like nectar sliding down his throat.
Katsuko was sipping her wine and eating her pizza with a knife and fork. She raised her eyebrows at him. ‘Finally feeling human again?’
He nodded. The horrible churning feeling in his stomach had abated. After the long travel, the working hours and the fast eating, he should be ready to lie down and go straight to sleep.
But there was no way he wanted to sleep when he had the sparkiest woman he’d ever met in front of him.
‘You know, we haven’t even been properly introduced.’
She frowned for a second. ‘Yes, we have.’
He shook his head. ‘Oh, no, we haven’t. You threatened to break my hand.’
The expression on her face softened a little. ‘Yes, I did.’ It was as if she were reliving the memory.
He held out his hand towards her. ‘Captain Avery Flynn, doctor. I’m from Ohio but have been stationed in just about every air force base that’s ever existed. Joined as soon as I qualified. Been in the service now for eight years.’
He held his breath. She waited a few seconds, then wiped her hands on her napkin and reached out her hand for his.
There it was again. That tiny little buzz. He hadn’t been imagining it.
Her hand was cooler than his. But it seemed to fit in his grasp.
‘First Lieutenant Katsuko Williams. I joined when I was eighteen and did my nurse training. I did a few months in Georgia to complete my nurse training. The rest of the time I’ve been based here.’
She gently withdrew her hand from his and took another sip of her wine.
He looked at her carefully. In the brighter lights of the pizza place he could see just how flawless her skin was and just how dark her eyes were. No gold flecks. No trace of another colour. Just pure, deep, dark brown.
‘Katsuko’s a nice name. What does it mean?’
‘You think my name means something?’
He shrugged. ‘Everyone’s name means something. Mine is French—it means wise.’
She let out a laugh and he raised his eyebrows. ‘Or, if you’re a fan of Lord of the Rings, it means ruling with elf wisdom in English.’
She spluttered. ‘You’re joking!’
He shook his head. ‘I’m not.’ He waved his phone at her. ‘Want to check it?’
‘No.’ She waved over the waitress and spoke quickly. The waitress gave him a knowing smile and walked away.
‘What did you say to her?’
‘I ordered more drinks.’
‘Trying to get me drunk?’
‘As if.’ She leaned across the table towards him.
He hesitated. What was she doing? Was she actually flirting with him? No one could deny the electricity in the air around them or the occasional little gleam in her eye. But Katsuko Williams didn’t strike him as a woman to mess with. And that just made him like her all the more. So he couldn’t resist. He leaned forward too.
She looked him straight in the eye. ‘Victorious child.’
‘What?’ He was confused. So not what he’d thought she might say.
She sat back, looking pleased with herself. ‘You asked me what my name meant.’
He blinked. She pulled her shirt a little straighter over the curves of her breasts. From the expression on her face it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. She was playing him.
He pushed his plate away and pressed his forehead on the table with a sigh.
‘What are you doing?’
He turned his head to the side. ‘I’m done. I’ve travelled too far. I’ve eaten too much. Worked for too long. And now my local tour guide is being mean to me.’
She gave a snort. ‘Mean to you?’
He looked up through the floppy part of his hair—he really needed to get that cut. ‘Yes, mean to me.’
She folded her arms across her chest and he sat back up.
He liked her. She was smart. And direct. Maybe even a little bit quirky. This flirting could lead somewhere. He didn’t do long-term. But he could be here for up to six months. She could make those six months fun. ‘Victorious child. I like it. But it doesn’t quite have an elf-like ring to it. What was the other name they called you?’
She rolled her eyes and picked up her wine glass again. ‘Nothing.’
She didn’t like her nickname? Interesting. ‘It wasn’t nothing. It was faya-something.’
She sipped at her wine. ‘Only close friends get to call me that.’
He was curious. Could he get to be in that category?
‘Say it for me again?’
She sighed. ‘Faiyakuraka.’
He scrunched up his face and tried to concentrate on the sounds. ‘Fay-acure-aka.’ He leaned back, feeling pleased with himself. ‘Firecracker.’
‘Not even close. You need to work on your accent.’
He took a drink from his beer bottle. ‘Will you help me with that?’
This time Katsuko dropped her head on the table. ‘Give me strength. Do you ever stop?’
‘Not if I don’t have to.’
He pushed her head back up. ‘Hey, it’s my first time in Japan. I’m learning. Why shouldn’t I learn with a beautiful colleague?’
Something flashed across her face and he instantly knew it had been the wrong thing to say. Great. He tried to cover his tracks quickly.
‘Talking of accents, I thought you said you’d stayed here most of your life. Your accent is distinctly American.’
She gave a little nod. ‘And when I speak Japanese, my accent is distinctly Japanese.’
He was confused. ‘What do you mean?’
Her eyes fixed on the corner of the room. ‘Let’s just say I’m kind of caught between two worlds.’
It was a strange thing to say. And it wasn’t just the words. It was the delivery of them. As if she wasn’t entirely happy.
It felt too personal to pry. He barely knew her. He was brand new around here and he didn’t want to do anything that would upset a colleague.
He gave a smile. ‘So, what’s it like being the daughter of the commander?’
The unsettled feeling on her face vanished. She gave a little shake of her head. ‘Oh, you have no idea.’ She lifted her wine glass again and took a careful sip. ‘Let’s just say that the man you saw today is not the man that I live with.’
Avery set his beer bottle down. This conversation was getting more curious by the minute. The man he’d seen today had been like most other major generals he’d met in his career—someone not to be messed with.
Katsuko was biting her bottom lip as her fingers ran up the stem of her wine glass. It was as if she were contemplating what to say.
‘So he’s a different man behind closed doors? I just can’t imagine that.’ Avery leaned back against the booth.
She met his gaze. ‘He’s not really my father.’
‘He’s not?’ He couldn’t help it. The words just came out. ‘But Frank said...’ His voice tailed off.
‘I know. Everyone says that. Because that’s what everyone really knows. Don was a pilot—my dad was his RIO. They had to eject from a plane during a combat mission and my father hit his head on the cockpit. He died instantly.’
Avery felt his mouth instantly dry. ‘Wow. I’m sorry.’
She held up her hands. ‘Didn’t you spot the family resemblance?’ When he didn’t answer she shrugged. ‘My dad was African-American, my mother Japanese.’
‘What happened to your mom?’
‘She became unwell just after my dad died. Everyone thought she was grieving—maybe they even thought she was depressed. It turned out she had leukaemia.’
Avery shook his head. This story was getting worse and worse.
Katsuko flicked open her wallet. ‘Here they are.’ She turned her wallet around. Behind the plastic inset was an old photo. Even though it was behind the plastic it was a little weathered around the edges—as if it was pulled out frequently—and the colours were a little faded.
He leaned forward to get a better view. It was a close-up of a couple laughing together. The woman had her arms wrapped around the man’s neck. She was a petite, beautiful Japanese woman with long straight dark hair wearing a bright red top. The African-American man was much taller and dressed in his uniform. He was laughing too, staring straight at his wife. It was obvious they were in love. Even though the photo was old it was like a little moment captured in time. The love emanated from it.
He looked up. Katsuko was staring at the photo, lost in the memory. It was like a fist grasping inside his chest and squeezing his heart. He’d never experienced anything so intense. Her finger traced over the photo and she gave a sad smile. ‘They look really happy together,’ he said.
She looked up. ‘They were. My dad said that he had to court my mom. She pretended to be very traditional to begin with, even though she was secretly more like a rebel. He even learned some Japanese to try and win her round.’
‘What did he learn?’ He’d struggled to get his tongue around even a few words today. He’d have to learn the basics for working in the ER. No matter where he worked, he always tried to learn a few words of the language. Japanese just seemed a little trickier than most. Maybe Katsuko could help him?
She shook her head and met his gaze. ‘Oh, I don’t want to give away any of my dad’s secrets. Before I know it you’ll be using them on all the women in the base.’
‘Maybe not all the women.’ The words came out naturally. He couldn’t help but flirt with her. He’d be crazy not to.
She laughed at him. ‘You think you’re good at this, don’t you?’
He laughed back. ‘Only when I’m jet-lagged or drunk.’ He stared at his bottle. ‘I’m not sure which one I am right now.’
She gave a nod and glanced back at the photo, touching it with her index finger. ‘Kokoro no sokokara aishiteru.’ It was almost a whisper.
He bent forward. ‘What did you say?’
She shook her head. ‘Kokoro no sokokara aishiteru. It’s just something my dad used to say to me as a little girl.’
Now he was really curious. ‘What does it mean?’
She made a face. ‘I guess the literal translation would be, “I love you from the bottom of my heart.” But when my father used to say it he pressed his hand to my face and then to his chest. It was more like, “You have my heart.”’
‘That’s lovely.’ It wasn’t really an expression he used much. Most guys in the world didn’t describe things as lovely. But it seemed right. ‘You must miss them so much.’
She closed her wallet and pressed her lips together. ‘I do—just like any kid would. In a way, I was lucky, even though it didn’t feel like that. I didn’t lose them both together. That would have been worse. My mother helped me through the death of my father, and she helped prepare me for her own death. She, and Don.’
‘So, the General adopted you?’
‘He had to. It was the only way I could stay on the base. He wasn’t a major general then. And he’d never married.’ She toyed with her glass. ‘Apparently long before anything happened to my parents they’d named him as my guardian in their will. I guess they just never really expected him to have to act as it.’
‘Didn’t your mother have other family?’
Katsuko shifted in her seat. ‘My grandmother lives in Tokyo. She wasn’t well enough to cope with a ten-year-old. She has rheumatoid arthritis. She’s in a wheelchair now. I visit—I’ve always visited—but she hates Don with a passion. And she didn’t like the fact that my mother had married an American. It seems I can’t really do anything to please her.’ There was a wistful tone to her voice.
The edges of her lips turned upwards in a forced smile. ‘Don’s great. He’s always treated me as if I was his own. He tells me I’m the daughter he never had. But sometimes I feel like him adopting me might have ruined his chances of ever meeting anyone else. He and Dad were best friends. I was so used to being around him that when both my parents died I never even thought I could end up anywhere else.’ She licked her lips and stared at the table for a second. ‘I remember when my mother was really ill he came and sat with her. My mother held my hand and told me that when she went to sleep I’d go and stay with Don.’
Avery reached over and squeezed her hand. He’d been in the air force for years. He’d worked on servicemen who had been injured in action and sometimes even killed. He’d dealt with sick family members. But he’d never met a kid who’d been orphaned. He couldn’t even imagine what that felt like.
Katsuko’s gaze fixed on their joined hands for a few moments. Then she pulled her hand back against her chest.
Avery licked his lips. ‘Frank says the Major General bites.’
There was a millisecond of confusion on her face before the comment obviously fell into context.
‘Frank should learn to mind his own business.’
Avery drummed his fingers on the table. ‘Just as a matter of curiosity, how often has he bitten?’
The words hung in the air between them. It was ridiculous and he knew that. He’d only just met her.
He’d been stationed on air force bases before. There were always people you clicked with straight away—hospitals were like that. But he had always been a little cautious. He liked to get know a woman before he decided if wanted to date them. And he didn’t do long-term—not with the kind of family he had. His relationships only lasted as long as his posting at the base.
He didn’t generally do things on impulse. Not like this.
He might as well have painted on the table between them, I like you.
It made him feel a little odd. He had no idea what was normal for Katusko. Maybe she did date servicemen that she knew weren’t there permanently? Maybe that suited her as much as it suited him. But somehow the curl in his stomach was telling him not to count on it.
‘I can look after myself,’ she said sharply as she waved to the waitress. ‘Can we have the check, please?’
The waitress nodded and pulled the prepared check from her uniform.
Avery reached over and grabbed it. On the air base you could pay in dollars or yen. Luckily he had both. It was the one thing he had been able to organise.
Katsuko pulled some notes from her pocket but he shook his head. ‘Let me. You found me my keys, somewhere to eat and hopefully you’ll point me in the direction of my house.’
He could tell she secretly wanted to argue but he handed the money straight to the waitress and slid out from the booth. ‘Shall we?’
She picked up her jacket and followed him out into the balmy night air. She nodded her head to the side. ‘This way.’
He swung his bag over his shoulder and fell into step alongside her. She pointed to places as they walked along. ‘Down that street is the high school. At the bottom of that road is the swimming pool. And there’s a golf course if you’re interested.’
He was watching her carefully. She seemed so comfortable in her own skin. He liked that in a woman. She was confident at work and confident in her personal life. She’d only revealed a tiny part of herself to him tonight but he definitely wanted to find out more. He stopped walking and looked at her. ‘Aren’t we doing this the wrong way? Shouldn’t I be walking you home?’
‘That would only work if this was a date. And this definitely isn’t a date.’
‘It’s not? Darn it.’ He couldn’t help but smile.
She stopped under a streetlight and turned towards him. She had a smile on her face too. ‘Are you always this infuriating?’
He leaned forward a little, stopping just a few inches from her face.
It was ridiculous. He wanted to kiss her. He really wanted to kiss her. But she was difficult to read and the last thing he could afford to do was upset a work colleague by making an unwanted move.
She was staring right at him with those dark, dark eyes.
There was no one else around them. The street was completely empty. But he still whispered. ‘Why don’t you hang around and find out?’
Katsuko blinked. The smile stayed on her face and her eyebrows rose just a little.
She spun away, leaving her scent trailing around him, a mixture of jasmine and amber. He had to resist the temptation to inhale the scent completely.
She glanced over her shoulder as she kept walking. ‘Come on, lazy boy. Your house is just around the corner.’ She had an easiness about her, a casualness that he could easily misconstrue. His brain might be addled from the long journey, the travel, and not helped by the two beers but he was finding her pretty mesmerising.
She stopped in front of a standard air force house and pointed to the number on the door. He swung his pack from his shoulder and pulled out the key. ‘Let me dump my bag and I’ll walk you back to yours.’
He put his key in the lock and opened the front door. Her amber and jasmine scents were swept away by a musty odour. Katsuko let out a laugh. ‘Uh-oh. Remind me to buy you some air freshener.’
He winced, reaching inside the front door to flick on the light. ‘Do you think the whole place smells like this?’
She wrinkled her nose. ‘All I know is, if you report for duty tomorrow smelling like that, no one will work with you. It’s damp. Like a men’s locker room.’
‘And how do you know what a men’s locker room smells like?’
She gave him a wink.
A wink. An actual wink.
‘We all have our secrets.’ She walked past him down the hall and opened a cupboard.
For around half a second earlier tonight he’d thought of backing off. Once she’d shared about her mum and dad and her painful past he’d wondered if Katsuko would really be the kind of girl who would be up for a fling.
But he’d kept flirting with her and she was flirting right back. Katsuko Williams was proving hard to resist, no matter how many red flags were flying in the back of his head.
‘I’ll let you find your own way around your new home. All I need to show you is this.’ She held up a bag.
‘What’s that?’
‘Earthquake emergency kit. Dry rations, drinking water, basic medical supplies. There’s a hard hat and gloves too. Oh, and a flashlight.’
‘Will I need it?’ He didn’t really like the sound of that.
She put the kit back down and held up her hands. ‘You’re in Japan now, Avery. This is earthquake central. We average a thousand a year and have more drills than you could ever know. Just be sure to keep your shoes and flashlight next to your bed. They’ll send you on training in the next few days.’ She stepped right up under his nose and tapped a finger on his chest. ‘You’ll soon be saying “Drop, cover, hold” in your sleep.’
She turned to walk away and waved her hand. ‘Nice to meet you, Captain Flynn. Go on now, get to bed and try and get rid of those huge bags under your eyes. Don’t worry about me. I can find my own way home.’
She’d already started to walk slowly back down the path and he felt an unexpected pang of disappointment.
‘I can walk you. I will. Let me lock up.’
She stopped walking and turned around, illuminated by the streetlight behind her outlining her figure and framing her face perfectly. ‘No. It’s best you don’t.’
Whoa. He sucked in a breath. Was he watching a scene from a movie? That was what this looked like.
His hand was already on the key but he stopped. She’d said no. The chivalrous part of him wanted to argue, but his rational head told him that Katsuko had lived here since she was a child. She knew this base like the back of her hand. She could find her way home safely without his help.
He paused in the doorway. ‘Katsuko?’
She looked up.
‘Thank you. Thank you for tonight.’
She gave a little nod.
He leaned against the doorjamb. It would be so easy to go on inside but he wanted to watch her walk away. Her outline was silhouetted as she strolled down the street. Her uniform hugged her curves well and there was a sass to her step. His head leaned against the doorpost. Fatigue was washing over him now. At the bottom of the street she turned again and shouted, ‘Hey! Avery?’
His head shot back up. ‘Yeah?’
‘The answer to your earlier question—’
His earlier question?
‘—is only when I tell him.’ She was grinning broadly as she rounded the corner.
His brain tried to kick into gear. He closed the door behind him and tried not to inhale the smell. It would be windows open tonight. It didn’t really matter anyway. He never stayed anywhere for too long.
A spark went off. And he smiled. The question. It had been about the Major General. How often has he bitten?
He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he went to find the bedroom.
