Susan Mallery - The Marcelli Bride

Lorenzo frowned. “What does this have to do with us? What do we care about his daughter?”

“Lorenzo!” Tessa glared at him. “We care. Lauren Jensen-Smith is a lovely girl.” She turned her attention to Joe. “How can we help?” Even as she asked the question, her breath caught. “Oh! Is she coming here?”

“Not exactly,” Joe said, wondering why they’d done the same thing he had-jumped to the conclusion that it was Lauren who was in trouble and not Darcy.

“You’ll have the president’s daughter here, but it won’t be Lauren,” he said. “It will be the other one. Darcy.”

There was a moment of silence. Colleen released her husband’s arm and smoothed down her skirt. “I’m sure she’s very nice, too.”

“That other one?” Lorenzo asked. “I don’t know anything about her. Except she never bothered to get married and have babies to make her family proud.”

With that he pushed to his feet and used his cane to help him turn. “This is all a waste of time if you ask me,” he grumbled as he slowly limped out of the room.

Tessa rose as well. “Are you sure they’re not sending Lauren? A nice, pretty girl like that needs to be married.” She smiled at him. “Maybe to an officer.”

Joe held in a groan. Right. Because his life wasn’t hellish enough already. Fortunately a knock on the back door prevented him from responding. He crossed the kitchen and opened it.

“Lieutenant Commander Joseph Larson?” the woman on the other side asked.

He nodded.

“I’m Special Agent Paige Newberry. I saw you arrive and thought I would introduce myself to you and meet the family.”

She stepped inside and shook his hand. Paige was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than his own six feet. She wore a dark pants suit and a concealed sidearm. Short hair framed attractive features.

He was used to judging people in a matter of seconds. Joe’s first impression of Special Agent Newberry was that she was intelligent, competent, and ready to play on a team. Thank God he wasn’t in this alone.

Joe had been briefed early that morning. While the Secret Service was in charge of Darcy and her protection, Joe was there to act as liaison with the family and to offer any expertise the Secret Service might require. As he doubted they wanted or needed his help, he was little more than a glorified babysitter. None of which was the agent’s fault.

Joe led her into the kitchen.

“This is Special Agent Paige Newberry,” he said. “She’s in charge of Darcy Jensen’s personal security.”

“Actually Special Agent Alex Vanmeter is in charge of this operation,” Paige said with a smile. “He’s with Darcy right now. They’ll be arriving in the morning. I am, however, one of the agents who will be in close contact with Darcy at all times.”

Tessa nodded. “You call her by her first name?”

“Yes, ma’am. At her request.”

“This is Tessa Marcelli,” Joe said by way of introduction. “Marco Marcelli and his wife, Colleen.”

Paige shook hands with all of them. Colleen moved to the ever-present coffeepot and began to pour. “This is really difficult to take in. The president’s daughter. Here. What are we supposed to do? How do we act? What do we call her?”

Paige smiled. “I think she’d like Darcy best. In fact I would prefer that you use first names with all of us. That way we don’t call attention to ourselves.”

Colleen looked at her dark suit. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re not exactly fitting in with the locals.”

“I know. I brought more casual clothes with me. I thought I’d wait until Special Agent Vanmeter arrives before changing.”

Joe stared at Paige. There was something about the way she said “Special Agent Vanmeter.” He couldn’t put his finger on the inflection, but he would bet it meant something.

“You’ve worked with him before?” he asked.

Paige nodded. “He’s excellent. Very thorough. Darcy will be safe, as will your family, Lieutenant Commander.”

“We agreed on first names,” Joe said.

“Of course.”

Tessa began pulling food out of the refrigerator. “Sit. Sit. You need to eat. Marco, bring Paige some wine.”

“Oh, no thanks. I can’t drink on duty.”

Tessa waved away her words. “You said Darcy won’t arrive until the morning. Be on duty then.”

Joe led her to the table and sat across from her. In a matter of seconds, seemingly from nowhere, food appeared. Salads, fixings for sandwiches, three kinds of cookies, bread, cheese, and of course pasta. He was used to the quantity of the spread, but Paige looked stunned.

Joe grinned. “You’d better eat, or they’ll get surly.”

“Of course you’ll eat,” Tessa said as she set wineglasses in front of them. “So, Paige, are you married?”

Thirty minutes later, Paige and Joe escaped the clutches of Grandma Tessa, as she’d insisted on being called, and stepped out in the sunset. Paige had enjoyed the home-cooked food, even if it came with a pretty big side of matchmaking.

“Interesting family,” she said.

“She’s determined to get me married,” Joe said flatly.

“Yet you’ve stood strong against her all these years. Impressive.”

He shrugged then glanced around at the vineyards, which stretched for miles.

“Do you really think you can protect Darcy Jensen here?” he asked.

Paige wasn’t sure if his question was simple conversation or a genuine concern. “The location is a compromise, but I think it’s a good one. Who knows how long it will take to track down the kidnappers? I understand Darcy’s need to be in a place where she won’t get claustrophobic.”

“Better claustrophobic than dead.”

“Agreed, but we’re going to keep her alive.” She walked toward the guesthouse, which would serve as both her sleeping quarters and temporary headquarters. “Darcy will be kept close to the house for the first few days. We’ll have agents in the tasting rooms and other tourist areas to keep them from getting anywhere near the hacienda. I’ve already spoken with Brenna Marcelli about that. She was more than cooperative.” She glanced at the naval officer at her side. “Your sister?”

“One of four,” Joe said. “She runs this winery, along with a smaller one. Her husband owns Wild Sea.”

“Right.” Paige remembered her briefing notes and the interview she’d had the previous day. “Nic Giovanni. He’s cooperating as well. In fact everyone has been more than helpful.”

“Lucky us.”

She turned to Joe. He was tall, good-looking, and had a service record that would make anyone proud. But she would bet her next three paychecks he didn’t want to be here.

“You’re acting as our liaison with the family,” she said. “We appreciate that.”

“I live to serve.”

The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose. She felt like an angry cat trying to puff up to look more intimidating. She might be a hell of an agent, but Joe Marcelli had been a SEAL. In a one-on-one situation, she didn’t stand a chance. Still, that wouldn’t stop her from taking him on.

“Lieutenant Commander Larson,” she said, keeping her voice steady and firm, “I cannot stress the importance of this assignment enough. We are protecting the life of the daughter of the president of the United States. Two days ago someone got close enough to abduct her. She was forcibly taken, tied up, and threatened. Do you think there was even one moment in her life that prepared her for that kind of terror?”

Joe didn’t look much more than bored with the conversation. “I’m a naval officer, Special Agent Newberry. I’ll do my job.”

“Not good enough. I’m willing to take a bullet for her. If you can’t offer that same level of commitment, I don’t want you here.”