Part 27 (1/2)
The change of topic threw her. ”What? No, I...I mean...what?”
”Because if you even glance in his direction during training, he starts flexing.”
”He does not!” She choked on a laugh. ”I thought you didn't want to have this conversation.”
His sigh was so exaggerated that she could hear it through the door. ”I'll suffer through it, as long as you and Jennings finally get together and stop with the fake just-friends deal.”
”It's not fake!” When he didn't respond, it was her turn to sigh. ”We are friends. And Chris wants to be more than friends.”
”Finally,” Ian muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
Letting her head tip back against the wall, she ignored his comment. ”I want that, too-so much-but I can't do that to him.”
”Do what to him?” He sounded cranky. ”See, this is why I hate these conversations. There are always these vague reasons why you have to make things complicated. Things are not complicated. You want him. He wants you. Therefore, you f-uh, date.”
”Ian!” A flare of anger burned through her misery. ”I just beat you up for trying to save my life. I've locked myself in a room in a house that could explode at any second, and you think I should inflict this mess on Chris? He doesn't deserve that.”
”You didn't beat me up.” Of course that was what he focused on. ”It was one lucky hit that took me by surprise.”
”Whatever. That doesn't change the fact that I'm a crazy person who doesn't leave her house.”
When he spoke, his tone was gentle. ”Daisy. We're all messes, just in different ways. I dragged Rory into my mess, and she dragged me into hers. It's kind of the definition of a relations.h.i.+p. Besides, you're getting better.”
She didn't feel like she was better. The unlocked door seemed so small a step compared to her freak-out over leaving the house-a dangerous, gas-filled house. The reminder made her turn toward the door so quickly that her elbow hit the weight rack.
”Ow,” she yelped, cupping the throbbing joint with her other hand.
”You okay, Daisy?” His voice had sharpened. ”What's wrong?”
”Nothing.” Although she grimaced, she swallowed any other sounds of pain. ”I'm fine. You need to leave, Ian. If the house explodes, I don't want you in it.”
”It's fine.” Daisy opened her mouth to protest, but he continued. ”I've been listening to the other guys' progress on the radio. The gas levels are almost down to nothing. That new ventilator we just got is kick a.s.s.”
”You shouldn't have stayed with me.” Now that the fear had ebbed, guilt was taking its place. ”I would've felt so bad if you'd been blown up because of me.”
”No, you wouldn't have, since you'd have been just as dead as me.” His matter-of-fact tone almost made her laugh. ”You might want to start moving whatever you piled in front of the door out of the way, since they're going to be letting people back into the area soon. That includes your man, who's going to be charging in here as soon as they stop restraining him.”
Although she grimaced at the thought of facing everyone after the cowardly way she'd scurried to a dark corner, she started moving weights off the rack and back onto the mat. When Ian's final couple of words belatedly sank in, she repeated, ”Restraining him?”
”Yeah. Whenever the chief was talking, I could hear Jennings yelling in the background. I'm guessing it took at least a couple of guys to keep him out of here. Maybe handcuffs, too.” It sounded like the idea amused him.
”See,” she said, all desire to laugh gone, ”all I do is cause problems for him.”
”Quit the whiny, self-pitying sh-c.r.a.p and grow a pair, Daisy. If you dump him, you're going to make him miserable. He loves you, and that includes your hatred of the great outdoors. So zip it.”
Her mouth hung open as she stared at the door. ”I should grow a pair?”
”I didn't mean that literally,” he grumbled. ”Although, even if you actually did, Jennings would probably still follow you around like a puppy.”
Her laugh returned at that, and she started moving weights again. ”Thanks, Ian.”
”Anytime, Daisy.”
Chapter 19.
It was hard for her to unlock the training room door, but it wasn't because of fear that time. She was embarra.s.sed and didn't want to face the people she'd made worry. Ian's words about growing a pair rang in her head, giving her the strength to stiffen her shoulders and twist the dead bolt.
With the weights moved and the rack dragged off to one side, all she had to do was twist the k.n.o.b and pull. Daisy decided she was sick of standing on the wrong side of doors because she was too scared to step through them. Blowing out a hard breath, she closed her fingers around the k.n.o.b and opened the door.
Ian, looking extra-large in his bunker gear, was leaning one shoulder against the hallway wall. He'd removed his mask and pushed up the clear face s.h.i.+eld onto his helmet. Reluctantly, she met his gaze and was surprised he didn't look angry.
”Aren't you mad?” she asked.
He seemed honestly confused by her question. ”No. Why should I be?”
Before she could answer, Chris came barreling toward them. The force of his hug lifted her feet off the ground and squeezed the air out of her lungs.
”Dais!” His voice was rough. ”Jesus, Dais. You scared the s.h.i.+t out of me.”
She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his heart hammering against her. The realization of how scared he'd been brought another rush of guilt. She'd done that to him. What kind of horrible, selfish person was she, to endanger Ian's life and to terrify the man she loved?
”They wouldn't let me past the perimeter.” His arms tightened even more, and she squeezed him in return, trying to apologize without words. ”All I could do was stare at the house, just waiting for the explosion.”
He took a step back, although he kept hold of her shoulders. With a little s.p.a.ce between them, she could see Chris's face and the destroyed look on it.
”I'm sorry,” she said. ”It was my fault. I'm the one who scared everyone.”
”f.u.c.k.” He moved his hands from her shoulders to her face, cupping it gently. His fingers were shaking. ”I thought I'd lose you.”
She grabbed his wrists, not to pull his hands away, but because she needed to touch him. Opening her mouth, she wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, how much she regretted putting that tortured look on his face, but what came out was something different. ”I did a peroneal strike on Ian.”
Chris blinked. ”What?”
His hands prevented her from turning her head toward him, but she could see enough of Ian in her peripheral vision to tell that he looked amused. ”I'm sorry. It was just instinct. He was going to do the fireman's carry and take me outside, and I just couldn't go.” Dropping her gaze, she stared at Chris's chin. ”Not yet. I'll do it, I promise. Just...not yet.”
Chris was quiet for too long of a time. Although she wanted to check out his expression, to see if he looked mad or exasperated or impatient or exhausted, she just couldn't bring herself to look any higher than his chin. It was a nice chin, strong and square with a hint of stubble, but it didn't give her much feedback as to what he was feeling.
”Knee strike?” he finally asked, and surprise allowed her to meet his eyes. His expression didn't show any of the emotions she'd been expecting. Instead, he looked...blank.
She nodded slowly, wondering what was behind his impa.s.sive mask.
”Nice. You took him down with one knee strike?” His mouth curled up in a proud smile. ”Look at you, warrior woman.”
There was the sound of a throat clearing from Ian's direction. ”I wouldn't say she took me down.”
”Not all the way,” Daisy agreed, feeling a little light-headed from relief that neither Chris nor Ian was furious with her. ”He just sort of sagged a little, and I was able to pull my arm free. I was going to land a couple more kicks, just to make sure he stayed down, but then I remembered he was Ian, not a bad guy, so I just ran.”