Chapter 1
Lightning flashed against the distant night sky and
reflected on the dark water. "You sure you're expected?"
Kelly Hart nodded at the fisherman she'd hired to take her
from the small North Carolina coastal town out to the
island known as Pirate's Cove. The impending thunderstorm
didn't bother her. She doubted it could hold a candle to
the storm of protest U.S. Marine Justice Wilder would
generate when he saw her.
It was fitting that Justice had holed up on a place called
Pirate's Cove. There had always been something of a
renegade about him, something dangerous and sexy.
"Don't worry about me," Kelly said. It was something she
said often. At twenty-eight, she'd grown into the kind of
woman who could take care of whatever came her way, even a
furious marine. "I'll be fine."
She repeated the words to herself as she hauled the
provisions she'd brought with her the short distance from
the beach to the only house visible from the boat dock.
There was a single light on inside. Kelly heard the first
distant boom of thunder as she pounded on the door.
It was yanked open a moment later. And there he was.
Justice Wilder. Looking none too pleased to see her. And
looking far better than a man in his condition should
look. But a second glance showed the paleness of his face,
the lines of painaround his mouth, the cuts and bruises on
his muscular legs, the sling holding his right arm.
His dark hair tumbled over his forehead. It was longer
than when she'd seen him last. He was wearing military-
green boxers and a T-shirt emblazoned with the USMC logo.
He'd barely been twenty that last time she'd seen him.
He'd made her heart pound then, and he had the same effect
now.
She drank in the sight of him. His lean cheeks, his
tempting mouth, his tall ranginess. The teenager had grown
into a man - a man who still had the power to go straight
to her heart. It was amazing. Even after all this time,
even under these conditions, she still felt a zing.
He apparently did not. His blue eyes were dark with fury
as he glared at her. "What the Sam Hill are you doing
here?"
Marines don't swear, he'd once told her. Swearing shows a
lack of discipline.
His words snapped her out of her reverie. Making the most
of the Southern accent she'd acquired during her time in
Nashville, Kelly drawled, "I heard you were having a pity
party for yourself and I decided to come join you."
Justice appeared taken aback by her blunt reply. Good. She
wanted to jar him out of whatever idiocy was preventing
him from taking care of himself and his injuries properly.
He had no right to make his poor mother so frantic with
worry. Not to mention that he had no right to look so sexy
that her knees were mushy.
"Do I know you?" he demanded. Okay, so the guy hadn't seen
her since she was an awkward teenager, and even then he'd
barely noticed her. She just somehow hadn't prepared
herself for the possibility that he wouldn't recognize her.
Did she look that disheveled? Sure the cargo pants she
wore were wrinkled from the trip, but the lime-green T-
shirt she'd teamed with them usually looked fine on her.
Her light-brown hair was gathered up into a braid to avoid
being messed up by the increasing wind. She didn't have
the kind of memorable looks that her sister possessed. She
didn't even have her sister's gorgeous blue eyes. Instead
Kelly had brown eyes.
But then, she hadn't come here looking to win any beauty
contests. She'd come here to help Mrs. Wilder by helping
her oldest and most stubborn son.
Kelly hadn't seen Justice in years. She wouldn't be coming
to see him now were it not for the desperate phone call
she'd received from his mother yesterday morning. She
replayed the conversation in her head.
"Kelly, I need your help. I wouldn't ask if there was any
other way...." The older woman's voice had cracked with
emotion.
"You know I'll help you any way I can," Kelly had assured
her. "What's wrong?"
"It's Justice," Mrs. Wilder replied. "He's hurt. He saved
a little boy in a car accident but was badly injured in
the process. It happened near the marine base here in
North Carolina a week ago. After staying overnight,
Justice checked himself out of the hospital first thing
this morning. I couldn't stop him. But I made him tell me
where he's going. To a friend's beach house. I want you to
talk him into getting the physical therapy he needs. And
I'll be honest with you, Kelly, that may mean giving it to
him yourself. I know this is an awkward situation...."
Mrs. Wilder's voice trailed off. They never really
referred to it - the divorce between Kelly's older sister,
Barbie, and Mrs. Wilder's oldest son, Justice - as
anything other than the "awkward situation."
Some might find it strange that Kelly had developed such a
close relationship with Mrs. Wilder, a relationship that
continued even after Barbie had dumped Justice. But they
didn't know the facts, or the emotions.
Kelly had only been thirteen when her mom died in a train
accident and her older sister married Justice right out of
high school. Mrs. Wilder had been a godsend to Kelly at
that time, taking the gangly Kelly under her wing and
mothering her with love and support.
The marriage between Barbie and Justice had only lasted
two years, but the close bonds between Mrs. Wilder and
Kelly had continued on for a decade and had strengthened.
Mrs. Wilder had helped Kelly pick out a high school prom
dress, had listened to her worries about attending an out-
of-state college, had encouraged her to follow her dream
of becoming a physical therapist, had agreed the job
opportunity in Nashville was too good to let pass.
Mrs. Wilder had been there for Kelly at a time when she'd
really needed a motherly influence, and she'd continued to
be there for her throughout the years. Kelly would walk
through fire for her.
"I hate to ask you," Mrs. Wilder had said unsteadily. "But
I don't know what else to do."
Kelly had known what to do. The right thing, the only
thing to do. Help Mrs. Wilder any way she could.
And so here she was. Coming to the rescue. The question
was how to do that? Justice didn't recognize her. Should
she let him know who she was right away? Her relationship
to Barbie was hardly likely to put her on the top of his
guest list.
She was considering her options when something clicked and
Justice's gaze hardened.
"I'm Kelly," she said, even though she could tell he'd
already gathered that much. "Kelly Hart. Your mother sent
me."
Justice looked as if he didn't believe a word she was
saying. Meanwhile the thunder was rumbling closer and
closer. "Why would my mother do that?"
"Because she knows I'm a physical therapist." Kelly was
not about to reveal the ongoing friendship she had with
Mrs. Wilder to Justice yet. She doubted he'd understand.
"Go away. I don't want you here," Justice growled.
"I did rather get that impression," she noted wryly.
"You can't stay here."