Imperfect Rebel (30 page)

"Pity you haven't met Maya." Cleo leaned back on her palms and admired a bird flying overhead.

"I'm not about to, am I? You haven't got a helicopter pilot for a sister as far as I can tell."

"Nope. I've got a dreamer for a sister. But she's smart, Maya is. She married a man who gets things done."

He could tell from the way she said it that he wouldn't like the kind of things the mysterious Axell got done. Visions of cruise ships mooring to the rafters rose before him. An entire army of aircraft and rescue boats, perhaps. Hadn't she said he was a bartender or some such? Impossible. Maybe the guy had a lot of drunken cronies with fishing boats.

The helicopter drifted closer, occasionally dipping to check out other roofs or entertaining sights. Definitely TV news, Jared figured. The place would be crawling with journalists. Shit.

"Think they brought Matty?" Gene inquired with interest, evidently fully believing Cleo's insinuations.

"Nah. Maya wouldn't trust him up there. And Matty would want to climb down, and she'd have a heart attack."

"So would you." Jared knew that much from her brief expression of alarm at Gene's words. She loved that kid. He needed to meet him.

Cleo shrugged. "Maya is a ditz, but she'd never let anything happen to any kid, ever, if it was within her power to help."

"Wonder where she got that from?" he asked teasingly.

She shot him a disbelieving look, but the helicopter seemed to pick up speed and roared closer, distracting her.

"Hey, they've got something hanging!" Gene shouted, starting to jump up until Cleo caught his belt and yanked him down.

"This is a roof, kid. Sit or you go back inside."

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't look daunted but continued watching the dangling crate from the helicopter as it hovered closer.

Jared read the huge television news call letters on the side and rolled his eyes. "Your sister has TV connections?" he asked in disbelief.

"Heck if I know. Maya can connect with anybody, anytime." She waved at the crew filming in the big window as the co-pilot carefully lowered the container into reach.

Jared held Gene down with one hand, and carefully stood to grab the rope with the other. At least no one was climbing down to join them. He unhooked the heavy crate and gingerly settled it on the shingles.

The helicopter lifted to a safer distance but hovered. He could see a camera aimed through the back window as he cut the straps with a knife from his pocket. Special delivery in a hurricane zone. He'd shake his head in disbelief but he figured his brains would fall out.

Cleo snapped the lid open with crisp efficiency, and laughed out loud at the cell phone displayed prominently on top of an assortment of other packages that the kids eagerly dug into.

Jared loved the way she smiled. He'd have to figure out how to make her do that more often. Bless her sister and the unknown Axell. Maybe the world out there wasn't as bad as he'd feared. His family might not care if he drowned, but hers did. For Cleo's sake, he was glad. That kind of support had saved her; he better understood that now.

Cleo punched in the numbers attached in a note to the phone. "Okay, which one of you is the joker?" she asked with her usual tough edge. But she laughed at the reply, and Jared relaxed. Let the news shows make of it what they would. He didn't mind as long as Cleo didn't.

"Yeah, tell Headley hi and I'll give him a kiss next time I see him. That ought to scare him into moving to California. Tell Matty I'm sunbathing up here, we're all fine, and his menagerie is safe, eating like the pigs they are."

She listened for a minute, shrugged, and smiled faintly. "Maya's a nag. Don't worry her with the details. And no, I have no intention whatsoever of verifying the occupants of my rooftop. Thanks. We have all we need for now."

She clicked off, the helicopter dipped a farewell, and slowly drifted toward the more disastrous areas along the coast.

Sitting patiently beside her, Jared waited. Cleo studiously ignored him while watching the kids dig into candy bars and explore the battery-operated computer games Maya had sent to entertain them. One package apparently contained lettuce and animal food from Matty. He figured the rest contained canned food and bottled water. For a dreamer, her sister had her head on straight.

"Well?" he finally demanded when she made no attempt to explain.

Cleo shrugged, but the smile still played faintly around her mouth. "Told you. Maya worried, Axell got on the phone, and
voila
! Things happened."

"Who's the Headley you're going to kiss?" All right, so he was learning he had a jealous streak. He'd handle it.

The smile played brighter and reached her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him. A look like that could smite him straight through the heart and tumble him off the roof if he wasn't careful. She didn't know how dangerous she was.

"Friend of Axell's. Says he's retired, but he knows everybody in the media business. I suspect Maya told him you were out here and that inspired the news crew. They asked about you."

"Well, that ought to look just swell on the morning news," he grumbled, watching Gene shoot down an alien spaceship on his new handheld game. "Comic-strip hero stranded on rooftop in backwoods of South Carolina. My mother will be thrilled."

She giggled. Actually giggled. Jared grinned with a small amount of pride at accomplishing that. Maybe he wasn't a total loss, after all.

"Could be worse," she admonished when she'd recovered from her unusual fit, although laughter still flirted on her lips. "They could call you a cartoon character and insinuate they'd exposed your secret love hideaway. '
Bugs Bunny and Minnie Mouse, uncovered
!' Wonder how desperate the gossip rags are for news these days?"

As the outrageous image hit his funnybone, Jared burst out in laughter. He lay back against the warm shingles and just let it explode as his imagination carried it further. If it wasn't so dangerous, he'd roll with it, but he figured he'd kick Kismet flying if he tried.

"
Rocky and Bullwinkle in flooded tryst
!" he caroled. "
George Jetson and Wilma Flintstone stranded in beach love nest
! I love it. Can we call your sister and order copies of all the headlines?"

Gene and Kismet looked at him as if he were crazed as he pounded the roof with his hands and feet and roared. He wanted to plant the stories himself. He wanted to see his parents when their country club friends produced the papers and asked them about it. They'd never had the imagination to see him as his own cartoon character, or even seen themselves in the adults in his strip. His brothers had, though. He'd never dared give his cartoon character any siblings. Pity.
The Three Little Pigs Came Home
would make a great headline.

"It's okay," Cleo reassured the kids. "He has these fits every so often. We can call for medical treatment if he falls off." She edged her way to the attic window, dragging the crate with her.

"Cell phones don't work out here!" Jared yelled at her, controlling himself enough to halt the progress of the crate before she fell two stories to the muddy ground.

"Obviously they operate on the roof. If you've recovered from your fit, help Kismet down."

He hadn't recovered. He'd probably never recover. Freed of constraint, his mind danced across dozens of topics, all of them hilarious. Whatever spell Cleo had worked on him, it had knocked his writers' block off and smashed it to smithereens. He felt like a helium balloon.

He didn't
have
to do what his family expected of him. He could sift shells by the seashore, as long as he was happy with that. Cleo thought his characters
shallow
, and she was right! He'd been protecting himself and his family by hiding what he really wanted to do with them.

These chaotic thoughts tumbled through his head as they helped the kids inside, lowered the various packages one by one, and listened to the peacocks in the attic squall as Gene fed them.

Cleo threw him an uncertain glance as she dangled on the roof edge. "You all right?"

"Never been better, I promise. I think I love you, you know." Jared ran his hand through her silky hair, pushing the short bits from her face, watching her eyes widen in shock as she absorbed his casual comment.

Then sparkling emerald narrowed to her usual wariness. "And you love Pop-Tarts and comics too. If Maya told those reporters you're out here, they can look up your file photo. The whole world will know you're here."

"The whole world doesn't give a damn." That discovery had set him off. What he did mattered to no one but him. His family worried about how things
looked
, and he'd thought he should care about that too. Stupid. "My agent will love the publicity. My mother will have spasms. My brothers will laugh and go back to whatever they're doing. That's the extent of it."

She seemed to relax at that. "All right. Just as long as the place isn't flooded with worried fans or news hounds or something."

"I'm hardly a blip on their radar so long as the strip appears every day. My agent will order the syndicate to run re-runs until I can reach a phone and hook up my computer. Your wise sister has done me a favor."

"Maya isn't wise," Cleo grumbled, inching her legs over the edge, toward the window sill. "Maya is insane. The world just seems to respond better to insanity than logic."

"You have a point there. I'd just forgotten it." She was good for him. He'd forgotten a lot of things. And there were a lot more he had yet to learn. He hadn't felt excitement like this since he was a kid and had planted firecrackers in the football team's lockers. The dumb jocks had been so busy griping about the caricatures he'd posted on the board, that they hadn't even noticed the fuse.

Of course, he hadn't been caught that time. One of these days...

Nah. He was an adult now. He wouldn't do anything illegal.

Whistling, he lowered himself through the window into the flock of outraged peacocks. Battling flying feathers and pecking bills, he heard Cleo's laughter trailing down the attic stairs.

All right, maybe he should consider something illegal.

Planning murderous tortures didn't appeal anywhere near as much as kidnap seductions. Maybe he could tie her to a merry-go-round. A roller coaster, would be more apropos. A mountaintop cabin with bear rugs. And wolves outside the window.

Better yet—Jared dodged the birds and tripped jauntily down the attic stairs, a full blown screen script of kidnapping Cleo dancing through his head.

Chapter 25

"It's Friday and the school won't open until Monday, Cleo, even if the road's clear," Jared insisted as Cleo stared out at the wasteland of her yard now that the waters had receded. "Half the county is still without electricity. Let me just mosey in and have a chat with the sheriff. You don't need to do anything. Once the pervert is behind bars, you won't have to worry about the kids."

He read the panic and concern creasing her forehead, but he had to put his foot down at some point. He'd been the one to see what was happening to Kismet. He would take responsibility for unleashing the authorities. "Linda can come after
me
, if she likes."

"That's not the way it works," Cleo whispered.

He was living on the thin edge of panic himself these days. At least, by taking action, he controlled some of what happened.

"I'll be here, Cleo. Whatever happens, Linda can't take you down. I won't let her. Give me that much credit." No one else ever had. He didn't know why he expected Cleo to take him at his word. She didn't trust anyone.

She gripped her elbows and bent her head as if summoning some inner strength. They'd spent these past three days and nights together in each other's heads as well as bed. He knew as well as she did the arguments swirling around inside her. He had the uneasy feeling they'd just reached a crossroads.

"All right, do it," she muttered, still not turning around.

Pent-up air expelled from his lungs, and Jared circled her waist to hug her. "It's gonna be okay. We'll be with them every step of the way, doing whatever we can. It has to be better than letting them go back there. You can't keep fighting Linda on your own."

She leaned into him, letting him support her for this brief moment. He relished that small surrender, the admission that she needed him. He'd thought that her giving in would be enough, but now that they'd chosen their path, he could see catastrophe on the horizon. If anything happened to those kids, he would be the one she blamed.