Chapter 5 #3
Izzy grinned into the night. "Well, I've had boyfriends before, but no one to put up with my craziness long-term. I think the longest guy lasted about a year, and that was only because he was too lazy to pack up and get out of my apartment."
That had been a good relationship at first, but he'd gotten a little too practical toward the end. Planning things out and being upset when her plans changed.
"I don't think you're so crazy,” Drake murmured, his voice so low.
Izzy grinned into the night again. She got the distinct impression he was trying to warn her off, kind of.
But he was curious about her connections too.
If he'd never been in a long-term relationship, then he had to be curious about the mechanics.
Plus, he was in the middle of a wedding.
In a situation like this it was natural to long for some kind of stability.
Tyler and Kiko now had each other to lean upon, no matter how far apart they were.
There really was something to be said for having a person in your corner always.
"I would like to be married some day," she admitted.
"Have a couple kids to pass on the family genes and take care of me when I get old.
And I'd like to be a part of a couple. I envy Kiko in that.
She has someone to come home to every night.
Well, at least for a while," she corrected.
"Not sure when Tyler will next be deployed.
I'd like to travel and see the world, but I've slowly come to realize it's just not as much fun if you're doing it alone. "
"That's very true," he admitted. "We see a lot of amazing things when we're deployed, but we usually don't have the time to appreciate them.
Someday I'd like to go back to these places when they're not in the middle of a war.
The people themselves usually just want to live in peace and raise their families.
It's the regimes around them causing the strife. "
Izzy wondered if he realized how much longing she heard in his voice. She wanted to be the person he wanted to take there.
For some reason she was really feeling emotional, too. Whether because of the romance of the wedding, or what was going on between she and Drake. Maybe both. Her heart was telling her that there was a connection here that she'd never felt before.
"So, what or who do you consider home?" she asked finally.
* * *
For an incredible minute he wanted to say her.
They'd known each other mere hours, but his body had become attuned to hers on a harmonic he'd never felt with another person.
Yeah, there was the subtle understanding you had with your teammates, but this was very different.
For the first time ever, he wondered if this was the person he was supposed to be with.
Was the big guy in the sky throwing him together with this girl for a reason? Or was it just happenstance?
He would like to think he had more control over his life than to be sucked into a relationship just because of proximity. No, that wasn't even right. Chemistry. It was chemistry pulling them together. But was it enough to keep them together?
Drake kind of didn't care. He liked Izzy, more than any other woman he'd ever met. She was the first one to make him really think about settling down.
There was a commotion on the dance floor, raised voices and shouts.
Drake stilled, trying to decide if it was bad enough that he needed get up and check on things.
If he ever did have kids, they would probably be a lot easier to control than the males in his team now.
They were overgrown children who lived on adrenalin and had too much disposable income, as well as very few responsibilities.
When the shouts continued, he gently pushed Izzy aside and stood up to look on the patio.
There was a cluster of men grouped not too far away, struggling.
Two of the men he recognized from his own team.
And the third… No way. Shit. Without a second thought, Drake ran to the courtyard, leapt up the shallow steps and across the few feet to the group.
For some reason, he wasn't surprised to see Izzy's wayward suitor in the middle of the group.
Brendon looked up at him and snarled. “Where is she? I demand to talk to her.”
With no hesitation Drake drew his arm back and drove a heavy fist into his jaw, knocking him unconscious. The man crumpled to the floor, unmoving. Blood flowed again from the nose he’d broken earlier.
"Damn, Zero. Overreact much?"
"Fuck!"
Drake didn't say anything as security was called to carry the man away. The rest of the guests were already dancing again, the altercation a minor blip on their radar, probably attributed to the champagne and open bar. Izzy held his arm as they followed the security guards from the scene.
Paul Brookheart stood just inside the door of the resort. He caught Drake’s attention as they entered, glancing pointedly at their clasped hands. “Anything I need to know about, Zero?”
Drake shook his head but told Moose what was going on. Some of the tension eased in the other man’s eyes. “Thanks for filling me in. We’ve had some issues with kooks like him around here.”
That’s right. Morgan, his woman, once had a stalker. Moose had taken care of him.
“I’m so sorry,” Izzy said. “This is a blind date I was set up on for this wedding.”
Drake looked at her sharply. That was news to him. Brookheart seemed relieved. “Okay, Zero. If you need anything, most of my team is out there. Just let us know.”
Drake shook the proffered hand. “Will do. Thanks, Moose.”
With a wink the other man returned to the party.
Once they were away from the noise of the gathering, Drake pulled her aside. “This asshole was a blind date? Are you serious? I thought he was just a date you brought.”
Izzy shrugged. “Kiko set us up. She knew him from a friend of a friend and thought we’d click.
He picked me up at the airport last night and took me out for Mexican.
He seemed like an okay guy. A little self-centered, but no more than most men.
I told him I was tired after traveling all day and he dropped me off at the resort.
Ginny had come out early for a last-minute dress fitting and she was waiting for me.
After that I didn’t see Brendon until he came earlier this morning for the wedding. ”
Drake snorted out a laugh. “A fucking blind date,” he murmured.
Izzy grinned at him. “I have to say this guy was pretty shitty.”
Drake chuckled with her, obviously remembering what she’d hit him with in the break room and took her hand to escort her into the resort.
He filled the guards in on what had happened earlier.
They seemed aggravated at not having been informed of the previous altercation.
Drake shrugged in acknowledgement but not apology, and they moved on.
Izzy was asked to fill out and sign a report, which she had no problem doing.
"What will you do with him?"
"The sheriff is on another call," the older guard told her, "but he'll be out as soon as he clears from it. Then he can take him in to sober him up. It seems like he's on something because he can’t be reasoned with at all."
Izzy winced, hoping Brendon would find a way to clean up after this. It had been a bad day for him.
Then she realized what she was thinking. Brendon had attacked her, as well as knifed the man she had connected with—her hero. Though he’d brought she and Drake together, he deserved everything he got.
She looked at Drake now, standing against the wall with his massive arms crossed over his chest. He had dark eyebrows and she wondered for the first time what he would look like with hair.
Then she discarded the notion. He was so sexy the way he was…
They left the room and headed back to the party. There were a couple of men waiting for them, because as soon as they stepped out onto the paver stones they were converged upon.
One younger man with dirty blond hair and laughing blue eyes pounded Drake on the back. "You took that fucker out with one hit, Zero. Dayam..."
Drake didn't say anything, but he curled an arm around her shoulders to keep her from being jostled.
Another man, young but heavily bearded, grinned, his white teeth glinting through the hair. "I was trying to be nice to the poor, stupid bastard, then here comes Zero in to save the day, swooping in like Superman or some shit."
There was a round of laughter, and even Izzy found herself grinning. "You do have a bit of a hero complex, don't you? Have you now filled your quota for the night?"
He glanced down at her, his eyes narrowed with laughter. "More like for the year," he admitted.
The younger men wouldn't leave until they'd heard what other mischief he'd been in that night.
Izzy reported what had happened, but left out the juiciest bits.
The men seemed to understand that though too.
Their eyes sparkled and they shared grins and shoulder bumps.
It was obvious they knew their mutual hero had gotten some other action tonight as well.
By the time they pulled away from his younger teammates, it was obvious Drake's reputation had grown. Within minutes, it seemed like a large portion of the reception guests had also heard. Kiko waved Izzy down at one point, pulling her into a semi-quiet corner.
"Are you okay?" she hissed. "What happened?"
Izzy winced. "Nothing you need to worry about right now. I was really trying not to disrupt your wedding."
"Well, it's done," Kiko told her, making a flat hand motion. "Now tell me so I know everything is good before I escape to the islands."
Izzy told her everything. Ginny joined them about halfway through, her mouth dropping open incredulously as she listened. “Brendon was so nice at first. What happened?"
Izzy shrugged. "Drake and the security guards seem to think he's on something."
Ginny hummed in her throat. "That makes sense. Obviously he’s taken something.”
All three nodded. They'd seen irrational behavior on drugs before, many, many times.
"And I don't know if it has any bearing on the situation," Kiko said thoughtfully, "but he was also in the Navy a few years. His family and mine were neighbors in LA."
Izzy frowned. Was it a stretch to wonder if being around Navy SEALs would set him off?
"I'll let Drake know,” she murmured. “It sounds a little far fetched.
I mean, Kiko set this date up a few days ago and everything seemed fine.
He was personable on the phone. I met him last night when he picked me up at the airport and took me out to dinner.
We had a decent time. He's a little intense, but not too bad. "
Kiko nodded. "Yes, he was always like that. I thought the two of you would get along well though."
Izzy shrugged. "Oh, well."
The wedding planner called Kiko's name and she glanced over her shoulder at her with a bright smile. "This woman is driving me nuts," she murmured out of the side of her mouth. "I'm so glad the wedding is over."
Laughing, Izzy pulled her in for a hug. "Glad we're not the only ones who hate her."
Kiko squeezed her hard. "I think we're going to make our escape soon. I love you girls. Keep things under control till I get back in a couple weeks."
They nodded, and Izzy was struck with the sweetness of the moment between them. "You're married now. What the hell? Things are going to change."
Kiko winced, brushing Izzy's hair from her cheek. "Not if I can help it," she promised. "We'll talk more when I get home."
With final hugs and kisses, the three friends parted.
"She's going to leave us," Ginny whispered.
Izzy thought so too, but she wouldn't vocalize it just yet. There was a chance the three of them would stay together at Ft. Carson. It just wasn't great.