Loch and Key

Dedication

Thanks to Jon Beach from Fiddlers, the fabulous restaurant I discovered in Drumnadrochit, Loch Ness, Scotland. Your patience and humor in helping me with my first whisky tasting was greatly appreciated. Thanks to TJ Goodman for all your help with Navy-related research, and to Sandy Rodriguez for introducing us! Thanks to my editor, Tera, and family and friends for their support and patience!

Chapter One

“Hate this fucking rain, Chief.”

Brett Craven had been so determined to get the hell out of the crowded hangar he hadn’t realized Petty Officer Simmons had been quick on his heels. He arched a brow at the younger man.

The sailor ducked his head and flushed slightly. “Err, sorry about the language.”

“Don’t worry about it. And yes, the weather can be a little moody this time of year up here.”

There was something to be said about being back in the cool drizzle of the Pacific Northwest. Maybe it was usually the locals that bragged about their love for this kind of gray weather, but even though he was a born and bred Southern boy, Brett realized it had grown on him. Then again, six months on an aircraft carrier in the Gulf Coast could make a person miss the small things. Like the stinging caress of a raindrop on your bare arm or the frigid breeze chilling your nose. The feel of a woman.

“You’ve only been at NAS Whidbey, what, a year, Simmons? Not to mention you’ve been at sea for half that. Give it some time.”

“I’ll never get used to it, Chief,” the sailor, probably no older than twenty-two, grumbled.

It was easy to say that now what with winter in full swing. Everyone onboard the ship had recently rung in the New Year together. To Brett, it was just another holiday. One of many since summer that they’d celebrated without family. Loved ones.

It wasn’t a new experience for him and, truthfully, it barely fazed him anymore. He wasn’t one of the sailors missing a spouse and kids at home. Wherever home happened to be that year.

His chest tightened a bit and he drew in another lungful of cold, damp air. Once he’d had a wife he’d looked forward to returning to, but that had only lasted a couple years. Now it seemed like a blip on the radar of the almost two decades he’d served in the Navy.

“I’m going to put in for Hawaii next orders,” Simmons muttered.

“Good luck. Remind me, you’re from Arizona?”

“Yeah, and I sure do miss the heat. You can understand that, you’re from Louisiana, right?”

“Sure am. New Orleans.”

“You miss it?”

“Not as much as I miss Whidbey each time I get relocated, honestly.”

Three of his orders he’d been fortunate enough to get stationed here on the island. With him coming up on retirement, he hoped these would be his last orders. He planned to stick around.

Brett cast another glance at the petty officer. “Why are you leaving the homecoming early?”

“No reason to hang around. I don’t have a girl.” Simmons shrugged and gave a lopsided smile. “But I intend to find one before the weekend is over. Bunch of the guys are going out to celebrate tonight.”

Celebrate meaning pick up chicks. Try to get laid. Pretty common for the single guys returning home. Brett glanced back into the hangar, still crowded with people. Wives. Girlfriends. Husbands. Boyfriends. Children. Family. People who cared. It was the usual welcome home gathering that tugged at the public’s tear glands and brought the news media out to capture the event.

As much as he loved coming back from a deployment, this part was bittersweet for him. There was no wife to greet him. No children. Not even a girlfriend. That last one he had himself to blame for. Not that he wanted a girlfriend or even needed one. Well, maybe he needed one for certain reasons, but there were ways around that. Without the commitment and the risks.

“You should come out with us, Chief.”

Though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone out with his sailors, it was on the tip of his tongue to refuse. Nothing sounded better right now than heading home and pouring himself a glass of brandy, putting on some blues music, and appreciating the fact that he was back on solid land for a while.

“We’re going to McLaughlin’s Pub.”

Just the mention of the Scottish pub on the island had the memory of
her
zinging through his mind. Kenzie. The pretty strawberry blonde with gorgeous green eyes who was a waitress at the pub. The night before he’d shipped out, he’d flirted with her, and while tentative, she’d seemed to flirt back.

Hmm. Six months on a boat and the possibility of seeing
her again?

“What time are y’all heading over there? I’ll try and drop by.”

Kenzie grunted and adjusted the massive box in her arms. She took a few more stumbling steps before depositing it—or dropping it—on the hardwood floors. She winced at the crunching of glass. Might need to buy new picture frames.

“Another box, another day closer to moving in,” the excited female voice quipped from behind her. “You need some help,
roomie
?”

Hands on her hips, Kenzie turned to grin at Delonna. “I think we’re good. Aleck’s right behind me bringing in another couple of boxes from his car.”

“Nice. And you’ve brought me manual labor eye candy.”

Kenzie gave a snort of laughter and again looked around the small rambler that Delonna had rented in Oak Harbor. It was cute, had two big bedrooms, a decent kitchen, and was close to her job at the pub. It was quite perfect for her really, but more than the house itself, she looked forward to the chance to finally make it out on her own. To step out from her family’s shadow.

Not that she didn’t love them to bits, but at a year shy of thirty, it was time she lived with someone besides a family member. She’d lived with her parents until they’d returned to Edinburgh several years ago, and then had rented a room from her oldest brother, Aleck.

When Delonna’s offer had come in she’d already been surfing roommate ads because she couldn’t afford a place on her own while going to school and working as a waitress at the pub.

“Seriously, Kenz, you’re saving my ass here by moving in. I was in major need of someone to pick up half the rent now that Jeanine bailed to live with her boyfriend.”

“I still maintain you’re doing
me
the favor. And that was totally shitty of her, by the way.”

“Sorry, what was totally shitty?” a male voice asked from the doorway. “The fact that I’ll now grow old, decrepit and alone in my house? Aye. Couldn’t agree more.”

Kenzie glanced back at her brother and rolled her eyes. “Oh please. At least bring balloons if you’re going to throw yourself a pity party.”

“Suck it up, buttercup.” Delonna tossed her hair and took one of the boxes from him. “Think of it this way, now it’s easier to put in that revolving door for all those women, right?”

“Oh, ouch, she has you there, my dear brother.” Kenzie laughed and winked at Aleck.

He failed to look amused though and glowered at the two of them. “Hmm. I live the life of a humble monk—”

“Monk my arse.” Kenzie snorted.

“—while the two of you as flatmates—”

“Roommates,” Delonna corrected. “Try to remember you’re an American now.”

“—will get into all sorts of trouble and debauchery,” he finished without acknowledging either of their remarks.

“Any debauchery I’m doing is with my boyfriend,” Delonna murmured. “So I’m kind of harmless.”

“Hmmm.” If anything his expression darkened further.

“And that just leaves me.” Kenzie had meant her reply to continue the upbeat repartee, but it had a more deflated quality, like a balloon with a pinprick in it.

Debauchery and trouble weren’t really her path. Not anymore, at least. Back in her late teen years, yes, maybe she’d been a bit more wild and flirty. After the incident everything had changed.

She’d gotten pretty good at pushing aside the dark memory, the fear, and she did so again now. Aleck seemed to dwell on it a bit more. The irritation in his gaze vanished, and it softened into sympathy.

Still, he played along. “And I’m sure I’ll have to bail you out of jail more than once, aye?”

“Oh, aye,” she agreed with a sardonic smile because they both knew it was complete shite. “At least once a month.”

There was silence for a moment before Aleck scratched the back of his head and sighed.

“I think that’s the last of it.” He glanced over the boxes on the floor and dismay flickered in his eyes. “I still can’t quite believe you’ve up and left the house.”

“Your house,” she replied softly. “I need a chance to go it on my own. Or, maybe not alone yet, but with someone who doesn’t share my blood.”

Aleck grunted, but didn’t reply.

“Don’t sweat it, boss boy. I’ll keep her in line.” Delonna’s endearment came from the fact that she also worked at McLaughlin’s Pub, which Aleck owned, as a bartender.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He met Delonna’s gaze briefly before crossing the room and pulling Kenzie into a quick hug. “I’ll miss you for certain, sis.”

Kenzie leaned into the comforting embrace of her oldest brother and sighed. Aye, she adored this man.

“I know.” She closed her eyes. “I’ll miss you too, but for fuck’s sake, we’ll still work together, ya big baby.”

“Exactly. She’ll be fine,” Delonna drawled. “You McLaughlins are super good at this overprotective shit, by the way.”

Kenzie snorted. She didn’t even know the half of it.

“All right. I’m off to work now.” He patted her back and then pulled away. “Get yourself settled and let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do. Love you, Aleck.”

“Love you too, kid.” Pausing at the door, he winked and turned to point a finger at Delonna. “You. Don’t be late for work tomorrow.”

Delonna’s eyes widened with mock innocence. “Come on, really? I’m never late.”

He arched a brow and stared at her until she cringed.

“Okay, maybe a few times. But I’ve gotten better.”

With just a grunt as a reply, he disappeared from the house.

“I swear if your brother wasn’t so hot, I’d wanna smack him upside the head some days.”

Kenzie grimaced and shook her head. “You realize you both need to just fuck and be done with it.”

Delonna gave a choked laugh. “Kenz!”

“Just saying.”

“Well stop it and go find something cute to wear in one of those boxes.”

“Um, any reason why?”

“Because tonight we celebrate a certain little birdie finally leaving the nest.”

Seriously? She wanted to go out and party? Now? Kenzie glanced around at all the boxes. “But I need to unpack. This place is a mess.”

“The mess can wait. Go change.”

Despite being bullied into it, Kenzie turned to walk down to her bedroom where an unopened suitcase sat. She hesitated and asked, “So where are we going?”

“Baxter’s.”

“Uh. That dive of a karaoke place?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then you’re absolutely buying my first drink.” Kenzie smiled briefly, then continued to her room.

She wasn’t working.

It was the first thing Brett had realized when he’d stepped foot inside the pub.

His gaze had immediately sought out a curvy strawberry blonde working the floor but hadn’t found her. He’d found a cute African-American girl and a petite brunette, but no Kenzie.

Cradling his glass of brandy in his hand, he slid his gaze around the table and to the group of sailors he’d agreed to hang out with.

Maybe part of his reason for coming out tonight had been in hopes of finding Kenzie, but it wasn’t easy to drop the leadership role, even on his day off. He was out to keep an eye on his sailors. Last time he’d been here one of his guys had been lucky not to get arrested after being a little too aggressive with a girl. Brett had ripped him a new one later. One thing outside of typical military protocol that he tried to pass on to these younger guys was that you treated women with respect.

His glance landed on Simmons, who was seated at the end of the table. A pretty blonde was perched on his knee, giggling and whispering something in his ear.