Match Play

Dismissed, the pilot speared Hawk with an angry look and departed.

“Damn,” Anderson muttered when Harper had cleared the room. “I hate to lose him, even temporarily. He’s one of our best.” His glance was almost as disgusted as Harper’s. “I want him back as soon as you complete your mission. Make sure everyone in your chain of command understands that.”

“Will do.”

Hawk contacted Dayna as soon as he was clear of the base. Although dawn was just beginning to break, he knew she’d be up and preparing for her practice round. Succinctly, he briefed her on Luke Harper’s change in status.

“It didn’t sit well with him.”

“Tough.”

Hawk hesitated. His loyalty lay with Rogue and the other OMEGA operatives, first, last and always. Yet Luke Harper had impressed him with both his expertise and his obvious dedication to his mission.

“Harper knows this area and the base, Rogue. Might be some way we could exploit that knowledge.”

The suggestion was met with thunderous silence.

“Just something to think about. I’ll brief Lightning on my visit. You go give ’em hell on the links.”

Some miles ahead, Luke steered through the outskirts of town, still simmering.

The United States was at war with an army of fanatical terrorists, for God’s sake! U.S. troops took hits daily in hot spots around the world. Every crew dog worth his or her salt wanted to help bring the war to a swift and decisive end. Thanks to his long-ago romance with Dayna Duncan, Luke’s contribution to the effort would now involve ferrying military and civilian bigwigs around Europe. What a waste of his years of training and experience!

But the security of his unit came first. It would always come first. Acceptance of that unequivocal fact took the edge from Luke’s anger and disgust as turned onto the street leading to his rented flat.

The sight of the TV vans crowding the entrance to his apartment building sent his stomach into a ninety-degree pitch. How had they nosed him out so quickly?

He got the answer when he parked and exited his car amid a swarm of reporters and one of them shoved an early-morning paper in his face.

“Is this you, Captain Harper?”

He could hardly deny the evidence two inches from his nose. There he was, right on the front page, with his arm wrapped around Dayna’s waist and his mouth covering hers. While Luke studied the photo, the questions exploded all around him.

“What’s the story with you and Dayna Duncan?”

“Are you two picking up where you left off?”

“How long have you been stationed in Scotland?”

“Did Dayna sign up for this tournament so you two could reconnect?”

“Will you be in the gallery to watch her practice round?”

Luke thought fast. The damage was done. If he brushed aside their questions, these bloodhounds would dig until they came up with a story. The only solution he could see at this point was to brazen it out and give them enough juicy copy to satisfy even their voracious appetites.

With a dart of savage satisfaction, he set the stage. “Sure, I’ll be there to see her play.”

“She tees off at nine,” another reporter warned after a quick check of his watch.

The perfect exit line, Luke thought as he inserted his key in the door lock. “Guess we’d all better hustle.”

It took Dayna three tries before she finally escaped the media frenzy spawned by the photo in the morning paper. Even then reporters trailed her and her partner, Eleanor Tolbert, out of the clubhouse with cameras rolling.

The wind knifed off the bay, making Dayna glad she’d opted for weatherproof microfiber pants and jacket in eye-popping red. The stiff breeze covered the apology she murmured to Eleanor.

“Sorry ’bout all that hoopla.”

“It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,” the longtime LPGA star said with a smile. “Hel-lo. What’s this?”

This, Dayna discovered, was Wu Kim Li busily signing autographs for her hordes of fans.

The North Korean and her partner had drawn a later time slot and weren’t scheduled to tee off for another half hour. If the teen had any regard for links etiquette, she would have delayed her arrival on the course or waited in the clubhouse until called to the tee box. Naturally, such minor considerations as common courtesy and fair play couldn’t be expected to keep her from the fawning adoration of her fans.

Wu glanced up as Dayna and Eleanor emerged, trailed by the string of reporters. Abruptly, she shoved the autograph book into the hands of a fan and strolled over to shake hands with her competitors. That was the excuse she gave for getting her face in front of the cameras, anyway.

“I wish you good practice round.”

“Thanks,” Eleanor returned. “Same to you.”

Wu nodded and turned to Dayna. “I see picture of you with boyfriend.”

“Ex-boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, no difference.” Oozing false sympathy, the teen clucked her tongue. “Both bad for concentration.”

Yeah, right! Nothing like a little psychological warfare designed to throw your opponent off her game.

“You think?”

“I know. I have many boyfriends.”

Sternly, Dayna reminded herself that she was there to cozy up to the girl, not spar with her.

“Maybe we should get together later and compare notes,” she suggested.

Wu’s shrug couldn’t have conveyed less interest. Without another word, she strolled back to her fans. Eleanor was too seasoned a pro to comment on the exchange, but the look she sent her partner as they walked to the tee box spoke volumes.

All of which Dayna could have put out of her head if she hadn’t skimmed a glance around the gallery and spotted Luke Harper.

She could hardly miss him. The man had as many cameras aimed in his direction as Dayna did in hers. All too aware that they’d captured her in midgawk, she responded to Luke’s two-fingered salute with a smile that came up just short of friendly.

Dammit! What was he doing here?

Hawk had indicated Harper wasn’t happy about his abrupt change in status. Did Luke think Dayna had engineered the move? Was he planning to exact some form of revenge by following her around the course?

If so, he—and Wu Kim Li—had another think coming. Dayna had been forced to shut Luke Harper out of her head once before to win gold. She could—She would do the same today.

All she had to do was wait her turn. Step into the box. Tee up. Decide on her line of flight. Address the ball.