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Kirk's eyes narrowed, lending his long face a feral cast. His blond hair had begun to gray, and the lines around his hazel eyes were deeper than they had been the last time Chris had seen his foster brotherthe time he'd broken Kirk's nose. Chris could still see the lump along the bridge where the bone had cracked. He didn't like to remember his lapse into violence, but Kirk seemed to have that effect on himalways had. The two had detested each other on sight, and their feelings hadn't changed one iota over the intervening years. |
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"I don't take orders from you, McCall," Kirk sneered. "Never have and never will. You may have beaten me once, but you won't again. Next time I'll be ready for you." |
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"There won't be a next time, Rousseau. I'm not going to fight you again." |
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Both men glanced up at the feminine voice, then stood. Chris's mouth dropped open, and he made an effort to close it before Kirk noticed and made a snide comment. But a quick glance revealed his foster brother to be in the same predicamentstunned by the woman before them. |
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"I'm sorry to be so late." D.J. smiled at Chris, then glanced at Kirk. "But I can see you found someone to keep you company." |
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What had she done to herself? The woman before him couldn't be the one who had driven away from his home in a pickup truck such a short time before. Though she wore a simple outfit of slacks and a jacket, the clothes emphasized her trim form, enhancing her distinctive coloring. The golden ear- |
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