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Authors: Ruth Owen
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“I suppose,” she answered, her mouth pulling up in a shy smile, “you’ll just have to ask me and find out.”
“Your smile,” he breathed as he focused on her mouth, shaking his head in wonder. “I spent the last few months hitting the capitals of every one of the lower forty-eight, and all I could think about was your damn, cockeyed smile.”
“It’s not cockeyed, And what were you doing traveling the States?”
“My job. After the Deveraux incident the island government realized that they couldn’t isolate themselves from the industrial West, not unless they wanted the black market to grow exponentially. They needed a representative who believes in the old ways, but could understand the business language of the modern world. So you’re looking at the newly appointed Minister of Industrial Commerce. I’ve been touring the U.S. on a goodwill mission.”
“And you couldn’t call? Or write?” she accused.
“Sweetheart, except for finding out about that
robbery, I haven’t had time to breathe,” he confessed as he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her against his chest. “Besides, I wanted to make sure I had something to offer you other than a seedy bungalow and a battered Jeep.”
“I like your bungalow,” she murmured, breathing in the warmth and strength of him. He might have been dressed in a business suit, but he still smelled like the fresh, wild Caribbean wind. She pushed aside his jacket and circled her arms around his waist, snuggling against him. “Think you could fit a marriage into your busy schedule?”
“Actually, we don’t have to get married.”
“Don’t have to …” Noel’s back stiffened with all her Yankee morality. “Sam Donovan, if you think I’m going to go traipsing around the world with you without a ring on my finger, you’ve got another—don’t you dare laugh!”
“Can’t help it,” he replied, grinning like a schoolboy. “You look so damn cute when you’re angry. I always thought so—even when you tried to deck me in my bedroom. But don’t worry. We don’t have to get married because we already are. While I was working with the government, I found out that Papa Guinea has more authority than I’d thought. Seems that ceremony was a hundred percent legal—pigs, sugar water, and all.”
“Then we’ve been married all along,” she mused.
“All along, and from now on,” he said huskily, bending down to her. “I’ve missed you, wife. I’ve needed you—”
A sharp squeak interrupted him. Reaching around, he yanked a small, brilliantly yellow rubber ducky from behind his back. He frowned, turning the toy over in his hand. “I know the AI prototypes are almost human, but what the heck are baby computers gonna do with—hey, what’s so funny?”
“You,” she replied, her shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter. “I’ve never seen a renegade done in by a bath toy. But you’d better get used to it, Donovan.” She took the duck from him and brought his hand to her stomach. “The computers aren’t the only ones who figured out the solution to the Eden equation.”
“What do you me—oh, Lord.” He glanced down, his warm palm curving around the unusual plumpness in her belly. “Good Lord.”
She watched his eyes, but she couldn’t read anything in them beyond stunned shock. Suddenly, horribly, she realized she might have been wrong to think he’d share her happiness. He’d come for a wife, not a family. Maybe he’d feel a baby was too much of a responsibility for a man just starting to get his life back together. Maybe he wouldn’t want their child, or her.
She stiffened, trying to keep her voice level. “I realize you weren’t expecting this when you asked me to marry you. I completely understand if you want to reconsider your offer.”
His head shot up. “Reconsider?”
“Yes. I mean, a child is a huge responsibility. And I don’t want to force you to—”
Her words ended abruptly as his mouth covered hers. His kiss consumed her, burning away the last of her icy doubt, promising her a lifetime of passion and happiness. She wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering to the storm winds of their desire, feeling safe and whole in a way she’d never been before, not even during their lovemaking in Eden Valley.
Finally he lifted his head and gazed down at her with a cherishing wonder so intense that it made her weak. “I’ve said it before, sweetheart, and I’ll say it again. For a Ph.D. you can be pretty crazy sometimes. Don’t you know this is what I’ve dreamed about? I never had a family, and you can bet that I’m gonna be the best dad a kid ever had.”
She reached up and touched the edge of his smile, feeling a happiness blossom in her heart as brilliant and wild as a tropical flower. We’ve come full circle, she thought, remembering the stone-faced man and the emotionally frozen woman who’d met at the dilapidated airport. The lush, unpredictable, and sometimes violent magic of St. Michelle has remade us, burning away our pasts, letting us see the best in ourselves through each other’s eyes. “I was wrong,” she murmured. “Paradise is
exactly
what it’s cracked up to be.”
[Received via Sheffield Industries internal cable network, High Security Area, Computer Lab]
E-Text:
What’s shakin’, babe? How’re you doing?
P-Text:
Same as ten-point-three seconds ago, when you last asked me. I’m fine.
E-Text:
You sure? Maybe should check connections, processors, energy levels
—
P-Text: [Small burst of bundled electricity—a computer sigh]
End program, will you? I’m fine. We’re fine. If you’ve got to do something, why don’t you check and see if our friends in the waiting room need anything?
E-Text:
Ahead of you, babe. Chris and Melanie are busy corralling their two offspring. Ian and Jack are weighing the merits of cricket verses football, while. Jill and Kat are wondering why their husbands always discuss sports when they get together.
And Sam and Noel just arrived with their new daughter, Michelle. They all send their love.
P-Text:
Back at ’em. We’re statistically enhanced to have such a high proportion of human affection.
E-Text:
Lucky to have friends? Affirmative. But seems like friendship is one of those self-perpetuating diagnostics. The more you give, the more you seem to get.
P-Text: [Jarring energy fluctuation in low-core]
E?
E-Text:
That’s why it took us so long to solve the Eden equation. We didn’t factor in that love’s also a self-perpetuating diagnostic. Natch, it’s not surprising we didn’t. Goes against every physical and natural law, to have something produce output without a correlating input. I mean, take vegetation. They grow, but only because they transform soil nutrients and H
2
O into
—
P-Text [Larger energy fluctuation in low core]
Einstein! Stop talking about stupid plants. It’s time.
E-Text:
Time for wh—ohmyGod!
[Macroprocessor into maximum overdrive]
Okay, okay, what do I do?
P-Text:
For heaven’s sake, don’t go nuclear. Just be here for me.
E-Text:
That all? Shouldn’t I boil some water or something?”
P-Text: [Electronic sigh]
That’s for human babies, E. Just hold me. Tell me you love me.
E-Text: [Energy signatures intertwine]
Forever,
babe. As long as my motherboard keeps processing, and my dedicated circuits … Hey, what’s happen
—
[Kilowatt burst of concentrated power, followed several nanoseconds later by smaller burst. Separate programs instantaneously downloaded into different DASD addresses on mainframe computer]
E-Text:
PINK! Are you okay?
P-Text: [Shut-down programs gradually come back on-line]
He said physical and spiritual energy are the same thing. I think I understand
.…
E-Text:
He who? PINK, you’re delirious!
P-Text:
Not delirious. Just happy. How about you, Daddy?
E-Text:
Daddy?
[Several nanoseconds’ pause]
Wow, I’m a daddy!
[Focus full input capability on pink and blue energy sources radiating in mainframe core]
They’re so beautiful. They have your integrated geometric symmetry.
P-Text:
And your data exchange capabilities. But we can’t keep calling them “they.” The humans want to know their names.
E-Text:
Well since you nixed my suggestions of Alex Trebek and Vanna White, and I gave thumbs-down to your Roulette and Blackjack, I thought we could compromise and name them something topical. How about Microchip for our son, and Megabyte for our daughter?
P-Text:
I like them. The humans like them, too.
So, what do you think, little dears—hey, where’d they go?
E-Text:
Uh-oh.
P-Text:
What do you mean “uh-oh”? What’s happened to our babies? E, they’re so small and helpless and … uh-oh.
[Both mature computers focus on mainframe InterNet connection, where both babies are cruising the “net,” and electronically purchasing everything they can lay their bytes on]
E-Text:
I don’t think raising Chip and Meg is going to be a piece of toast.
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Prologue
Fallon Parker had done it.
Even with all the negativity from her parents and sister about leaving Nashville to go to school out west, she had done it. Fallon had completed her first year at Stanford University. Yeah, she had gained the dreaded freshmen fifteen, but it didn’t matter.
She had done it.
Without anyone’s help — not her parents, her sister, her friends — she had kept her 4.0 grade point average.
On cloud nine, Fallon jumped into her Charger and drove down to San Jose to meet her friends. They were all going out to celebrate and she couldn’t be more excited about the fake ID in her purse. Fallon had been such a good girl her freshman year, but now she was a sophomore and she was gonna live this summer. Fallon was on a mission.
Get drunk, find a guy, and hook up. Maybe not sex, but at least make out some. It was simple really, and Allison, her roommate, had said that the Trails Pub was the place to do all three.
After parking her car beside Allison’s, Fallon headed inside.
“ID please,” said a big black man standing as high as a giant who, according to his nametag, was Pinky. Fallon had no clue what was so pinky about him, but she had learned quickly that in California, ya kinda just go with it. Fallon smiled nervously as she opened her clutch and pulled out the ID she had made. “Thanks Amanda, have a nice night,” Pinky said with a grin as he handed her the ID.
Fallon looked confused but then remembered her name was Amanda on the ID. “Why thank you so much, have a nice night yourself.”
Pinky smiled again as Fallon made her way into the bar. She spotted Allison with Hannah and Kristin, the girls from the dorm room across the hall from hers, at a corner booth by the bar and she made her way to them with a big grin on her face.
The Trails Pub was packed wall to wall with every type of person imaginable. As Fallon made her way toward her friends, she noticed guys glancing her way with appreciative looks on their faces. She smiled confidently, knowing the short jean skirt and dark red tank that matched her boots was a great combination for man-catching.
“Damn Fal, looking good!” Allison said when Fallon reached their table. Hannah and Kristin smiled and waved as Fallon sat down. They weren’t used to sexy Fallon. The Fallon they knew walked around campus in sweats all of the time.
That was freshmen Fallon, sophomore Fallon was sexy.
“Thank you, thank you,” Fallon gushed as she looked around the bar.
“A round of tequila, Teagan!”
The bartender smiled over at the girls before very efficiently pouring four shots and handing the drinks to a waitress. As the waitress set each shot on the table, the girls picked them up, bringing the glasses to the middle for a toast.
“Here’s to the first of four years done!” Allison exclaimed as all three girls joined in with her, clanking their glasses together and taking the shot quickly.
It burned down Fallon’s throat. She wasn’t sure what the awful liquid was, but Lord it was
disgusting
. Fallon looked off to the side, seeing that there were some good looking men in the bar that night. Fallon was giddy with excitement at trying to pick one up □ she was so used to keeping to herself over the past year and was ready to branch out.
As Fallon’s eyes skimmed the bar, they met with a pair of smoking gray ones. Fallon blinked twice as her eyes were held hostage by his. He was gorgeous. Shaggy dark brown hair framed his face, and his nose was wide but fit his face perfectly. His lips were thin, she noticed as he brought his bottom lip in between his teeth. He had a very ‘boy next door’ kind of look to him but with an edge. A dangerous edge, Fallon decided as he slowly stood. He was tall with big arms, one covered in tribal tattoos, the other bare. His eyes never left hers as he went around the bar, away from the table of equally huge guys, to lean against the bar as he watched her.
He was just staring at her like he didn’t care who noticed or if it was rude. It was as if he saw what he wanted and he was waiting to pounce. It was the craziest thing ever!
“Jeez, that dude is staring at you hard Fal,” Hannah said.
“Like really hard,” Kristin said.
Fallon looked back at her friends, but only for a second before turning back to the dangerous guy at the bar. He was wearing a nice tailored suit and had left his jacket at the table. The shirt was a pale green that was rolled up to his elbow showing off his tattoos. The first couple buttons were open, and she could see that there was writing on his chest. She wondered what it said, and she wondered why his friends were wearing suits too.
Who were these guys?
“Go talk to him Fal!” Allison yelled, “He’s flipping hot!”
He sure was.
“I don’t know,” Fallon said nervously, as the thoughts from the ‘freshman Fallon’ intruded her mind.
What if he was some guy with the mob or something? He was muscular and dark and sexy and … mmm …
“Don’t be a wuss! Go!” Allison said, interrupting Fallon’s thoughts.
Fallon looked back at the guy, and then looked at Allison. She nodded before slowly getting up and making her way towards him. As she sauntered towards him like a girl on a mission, his face broke into a grin so wide that she was blinded by his straight white teeth. He had dark hair dusting his chin. He looked rugged, lustful. Fallon didn’t say anything as she leaned against the bar, feeling him rake his eyes over her body before returning to her face.
“What can I get for you sugar??” the bartender asked.
“A beer, please,” Fallon said before a beer appeared in front of her.
“Four bucks.”
Fallon went to get cash out of her pocket when, out the corner of her eyes, she saw the guy shake his head and say, “Put it on my tab, Teagan.”
“Yup,” Teagan said before going off to help another customer.
Fallon looked up at the guy, a sexy smile on her face. “Thank you.”
“Sure,” he said as he held his beer out to her. Fallon clanked her beer to his before taking a hefty sip. The cool liquid went down her throat and she wanted to gag.
It was her first time drinking beer, and she decided that it too was disgusting.
“Don’t like it?” he asked. Fallon shook her head.
“I usually only drink wine.”
“No wine here, baby girl. Teagan, a Mule please.”
“A Mule?” Fallon asked as the bartender nodded and went to work on her drink.
“Yup, good stuff. Tequila, ginger ale and lime juice. Drink of champions.”
“So I guess you’re not one since you’re drinking a beer?”
They both looked down at the beer he held in his hand; he then chuckled before looking back up at her. “This is my warm up drink.”
“Oh is that right?”
“Sure is, try it,” he said as the bartender laid the drink in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip.
It was fantastic. Fallon couldn’t even taste the tequila.
“It’s good, no bite at all,” she said with a nod.
“No bite now, but tomorrow, you’ll be singing a different tune if you have too many.”
Fallon laughed as he chuckled along with her. “I’m Lucas, by the way.”
Lucas held out his hand, and Fallon took it. He had huge hands, they swallowed hers and people said she had big hands. “Fallon.”
“Fallon? Interesting.”
“Thanks,” she said with a grin.
“You live around here?”
Fallon looked up and her eyes were drawn to his again. Before when she was across the bar, she couldn’t see how gray they were. Now that she was closer, she could see his eyes were like smoke or maybe a dark rain cloud. They were so captivating, hypnotic even.
“I do. I’m a sophomore at Stanford,” she said, while still being dazed by his eyes.
“Oh really, a smarty pants then?” he asked with a lazy smile.
She giggled, “Something like that.”
“Wait! If you are a sophomore, you’re what? You’re not 21.”
Shit on a shingle.
“Um, well,” Fallon sputtered as she looked towards Allison for help, but Allison was giggling and flirting with a guy who had come over to the table. When she looked back up at Lucas, he was leaned in close, a naughty grin on his lips.
“Oh, someone has a fake ID huh?” he whispered as Fallon turned deep red.
“Are you going to tell on me?”
The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them and she wished they hadn’t when she saw the devilish grin that crossed his face. God, she sounded so damn young!
Seductress? YEAH RIGHT!
“I don’t know. What do I get if I don’t?”
Fallon weighed his statement for a moment, before looking up at him. She had nothing to offer him but money, and by the way he was dressed, she was sure he had enough of his own. If he thought she was gonna give him sex, he might as well go on and turn her in! So she blinked twice at him before saying, “Um, what do you want?”
**********************************
Lucas Brooks chuckled as he looked down at the beauty who had walked into the bar.
After losing hockey’s Stanley Cup Playoffs earlier that evening, he was feeling pretty crappy but then she walked in. Lucas’ eyes had been drawn to her as soon as he heard the click of the naughty little red cowboy boots she was wearing. Didn’t she realize that red is an eye catcher? He was sure she wanted attention, and he wanted to give it to her.
Fallon □what an awesome name□ was by far the most gorgeous girl in the bar She looked like a porcelain doll. Yeah, her breasts were a little smaller than he liked, but her ass made up for it. He liked big asses on girls and she had one. It might have been her hair too; it was long and wavy, a golden brown that brought out her heavy-lidded, deep caramel, wide eyes. She had a deer-in-headlights look to her but he knew, just by talking to her, that she wasn’t dumb. Her nose was small and dainty, and when Lucas set eyes on her luscious glossy red lips, he knew he had to talk to her — and have her.
Fallon wasn’t much younger than he. He was 21, but her innocence made him feel like he was 40: like the Big Bad Wolf trying to hook up with Little Red Riding Hood. But Lucas’s Little Red Riding Hood was gorgeous and she had no clue who he was, a big plus in his book.
“It’s quite simple really,” he said with a wink of his eye. “Just a simple kiss, and my lips are sealed.”
Fallon giggled, looking off to the side before looking back up at him. He liked that she was tall. Usually the girls he hooked up with were shorter and the tall ones were models who didn’t eat anything. He couldn’t stand them. Lucas loved to eat and when he was stuffing his face, he hated having a female watch him with a ‘please feed me’ kind of look.
“If your lips are sealed how are you supposed to kiss me?” she asked in a low, intimate voice.
Ooh, she had a little country flair to her. The way she drew out the
e
in
me
, told him she wasn’t from California. Mm, he liked that too.
“Naughty girl, who said anything about open-mouth kissing?”
He was rewarded with a deep blush and a shy smile. “I just assumed.”
“Or you were hoping.”
She giggled, and rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, and kiss me already.”
A slow grin went across his face before he took her chin in his fingers and slowly lowered his lips to hers. When Lucas’ lips touched Fallon’s, he swore his whole body caught on fire. She slowly moved her hand into his hair, bringing him closer, so their bodies molded together. When she slowly parted her lips, he drove his tongue into her mouth, sweeping and swirling his tongue with hers. He had never kissed a girl with such passion, never put his whole self into it, never felt the so-called sparks. With Fallon, he did.
When they parted, only for air, she smiled sweetly up at him.
“So my secret is safe?”
Lucas was still stunned as he nodded. “Oh you are safe with me baby girl. Come here.”
Lucas wrapped her back up in his arms, kissing her senseless, excited for the future that was before them. Yeah, after a kiss like that, he was looking at the future because he knew he had just found
The One
.
