Maya Banks - Colters' Lady

Seth Colter walked into the soup kitchen and was greeted by a chorus of hellos from several police officers from his precinct.

Hey man, I didnt think you were going to make it, Craig Sumner called.

Seth cracked a smile, surprised at how glad he was to see the guys hed worked with for the past few years. I said I would be here.

How are you feeling? Rob Morgan asked as he slapped Seth on the back.

Better, Seth acknowledged, and for the first time in weeks, he realized it was the truth. He did feel better. Hed been sleeping easier lately, and his dreams werent so littered with the images of a faceless gunman and the exploding pain of a bullet tearing through his shoulder.

Hey, thats great. Youll be back before you know it, Craig said.

Seth nodded. Yeah, hed be back. He hated being away from the job. He hated being away from the camaraderie of his fellow cops. For the first while, hed sequestered himself in his house, refusing visitors.

He hadnt wanted their pity. Hed resented the hell out of the fact that they were still on the job and he was stuck in his house popping pain pills and hoping he regained the use of his arm.

What do you want me to do? Seth asked.

Craig threw him an apron. Get behind the serving line. We open for lunch in fifteen minutes. And hurry. Margie runs a tight ship.

I heard that.

Seth turned to see a small, gray-haired lady standing behind him, her green eyes bathed in warmth.

Hello, Seth. She stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. Its so good to see you again. Are you taking care of yourself?

She patted him on the cheek for good measure, and he smiled as he returned her embrace.

Im good, Margie. How about yourself?

Oh, Im the same as ever. Busy. Just how I like it. Now you better get to your station before I open the doors. Looks like we have a lot of folks lined up to eat today.

Yes, maam, he said with a grin.

See? Craig said. Shes a complete slave driver.

Feeling lighter than he had in a while, Seth tied on the white chefs apron and walked behind the buffet to stand in front of the baked chicken.

Smells good, Margie. Who did you harangue into catering for you this time? Seth asked.

She grinned. I called in a favor. Or two.

He laughed. Margie Walker was simply good people. She was a surrogate mother to many, but beneath the good-as-gold exterior lay a hard-driving woman who didnt think twice about leaning on people to help her causes. Her pet project was Margies Place. Simply named, but it was appropriate. Every day, rain or shine, she opened her doors to the homeless, and she always had enough food to feed as many as filtered through her doors. No one was entirely sure how she managed it, but she always did.

His precinct routinely volunteered and they worked in shifts. Seth and five others came in once a month to serve, although for him it had been three months since hed last been in.

Okay guys, Im opening up, Margie called as she walked over to the doors.

For the next two hours, a steady stream of people came through the line. Workers from the kitchen brought out more food as soon as the trays emptied, and the guys dished it up.

The flow had dwindled when Seth looked up to see the most startling pair of blue eyes hed ever seen in his life. In the process of extending the pair of tongs with a piece of chicken, he stared in shock at the woman standing in front of him, small hands gripped tightly around the lunch tray.

There was something infinitely fragile about her and equally arresting. His gut tightened, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. Or maybe he was unable to.

Dressed in a shabby, worn sweater and a pair of jeans so faded they were nearly white, the woman stared back at him, wispy midnight curls escaping the knit cap she wore.

She was beautiful. And haunting. Her gaze looked wounded and faint smudges rimmed her eyes. A fierce surge of protectiveness welled up inside him, baffling him.

Her fingers tightened around the tray, and she started to move forward without the chicken he still held in the air like an idiot. He thrust it forward onto her plate.

Then she smiled, and it took what little breath he had left and squeezed it painfully from his lungs.

Thank you, she said sweetly.

She moved down the line as a man moved into the spot where shed stood and looked expectantly at Seth. Still staring after the woman, Seth slapped the next piece of chicken on the mans tray and wondered what the hell had just happened here.

He watched as she sat away from the others, finding a corner where there were only two chairs at a tiny table that looked out a window.

Hey, snap out of it.

Seth turned to see Craig standing beside him, his apron in hand.

Margies ordering us to stand down and eat. Grab a plate and join us. She has one of the kitchen workers taking over the line in case we have any stragglers.

Feeling anything but hungry, Seth fixed a plate and followed his friends to a table on the far side of the room. There wasnt a lot of talking going on. Most of the people ate in silence, though there were a few conversations from some of the regulars who knew each other or hung out together on the streets.

He positioned himself so he could see the woman and tuned out the rest of the goings-on so he could watch her and take in every detail he could.

She ate daintily and never looked up or made eye contact with any of the others. When she wasnt looking down at her food she fixed her gaze out the window, watching the people pass on the busy street.

There was something wistful about her stare, and again, that protective surge came roaring to the surface.

Who is she? he blurted out.

Who is who? Craig asked.

Rob looked up and followed Seths gaze. You mean her?

Yeah, I havent seen her before but its been a few months. When did she start coming in? Craig shrugged. I havent seen her before. She wasnt here last month. Maybe shes new. Margie would know. She keeps up with everyone.

Seth frowned, not liking the tired look on the womans face. She was young, early twenties, far too young to be out on the streets. Spring in Denver was often harsh with copious amounts of snow. She was so slight, and all she had was that sweater and a cap. Shed freeze to death.

Whats bugging you, man? Rob asked.

Seth shook his head. Nothing.

Seth forced himself to eat but watched the woman as the other people finished their meals and began to filter out. She remained, even after shed finished eating. She pushed her plate to the side, and he frowned at the fact there was still a good portion of her food left. She rested her chin on top of her fist as she continued to gaze out the window.

He cursed when one of the kitchen workers came over to collect her plate, because even though the worker didnt say anything to the woman, the action prompted her to rise. She looked guiltily around as if she thought shed overstayed her welcome, and then she hurried toward the door without a backward glance.

Before he realized it, he was on his feet and hurrying after her. It wasnt something he could even explain. He had to go after her. He had to know where she was going, if she was safe.

Ignoring Robs and Craigs startled exclamations, he strode out onto the street and looked left and right to see the direction shed gone. Seeing her retreating figure to the right, he set off after her.

He kept his distance, not wanting to spook her. He felt like a damned stalker, and maybe thats what he was. There was no reasonable explanation for his pursuit of her. It certainly had nothing to do with his cops instincts. Hed reacted to her as a man, and something about her called to a part of him that hadnt ever awoken before.