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  All Through the Night is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2007 by Suzanne Brockmann

  All rights reserved.

  Published in the United States by Ballantine Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

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  Brockmann, Suzanne.

  All through the night : a troubleshooter Christmas / Suzanne Brockmann.

  p. cm.

  1. Christmas stories. I. Title.

  PS3552.R61455A78 2007 813'.54—dc22 2007026734

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  eISBN: 978-0-345-50215-5

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  Contents

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  EPIGRAPH

  PART ONE the proposal

  PART TWO the surprise wedding shower crasher

  PART THREE thanksgiving

  PART FOUR the good, the bad and the uninvited

  PART FIVE ghosts of christmases past

  PART SIX attack of the evil twin robot

  PART SEVEN joyful noise

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  DEDICATION

  OTHER TITLES BY SUZANNE BROCKMANN

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  THE TROUBLESHOOTERS, INC. SERIES

  And then, once again, I can dream, I’ve the right…

  —COLE PORTER, All Through the Night

  PART ONE

  the proposal

  FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 14

  BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

  JULES CASSIDY WAS NERVOUS.

  After years of working for the FBI, nervous didn’t happen to Jules very often anymore. At least not in a situation with nary a hostile gunman, armed terrorist, angry insurgent or crazed hostage-taker in sight.

  As Jules effortlessly caught a taxi at Boston’s Logan Airport, as he settled back in his seat for the stunningly traffic-free ride to the downtown hotel, as the relentless, weeklong autumn drizzle that had plagued the entire east coast from Virginia to Maine finally stopped and the clouds opened in a late afternoon blast of sunlight suitable for accompaniment by a full choir of angels, he had to smile.

  His entire impromptu trip north from Washington, D.C., had been a piece of cake—chocolate and practically dripping with strawberry-flavored easy.

  Sign from God, anyone?

  And yet, Jules was still undeniably nervous.

  Some of it was from the taco Jules had grabbed in the airport. God, what a mistake. He’d thrown it away after eating only a few bites, but the portion he’d consumed had become his traveling companion—a lump of lead in his stomach.

  Of course, some of what he was feeling came from the adrenaline surge of anticipation at the thought of seeing Robin after too many days apart.

  Hey, babe. It’s me again. God, I miss you. Call me back. And oh, may I state for the record that this phone-sex thing is no longer novel…?

  No kidding.

  These past two weeks had been the longest the two men had gone without seeing each other since former A-list movie star Robin Chadwick had gotten out of rehab.

  And no, Jules’s nerves weren’t from worry or fear that Robin had fallen off the wagon. Robin’s commitment to his ongoing sobriety was steadfast. Same as his commitment to their still fledgling yet extremely solid romantic relationship.

  Yeah, and okay, there was that shifting-of-the-taco twinge of nervousness again. What if Jules was wrong, and it was too soon for this? What if Robin wasn’t ready?

  What if Jules’s last-minute, cancel-all-his-meetings-and-take-Friday-off, spur-of-the-moment, rush-up-to-Boston-uninvited trip came across as needy and possessive? Desperately needy and possessive.

  God, he wished there was a thought-vacuum that could suck the unwanted yet still persistently loud voices of cheating ex-lovers from the caverns of one’s mind. It had been years since Jules had shared both his home and his life with his ex, Adam, and yet he could still hear the son of a bitch’s voice. You don’t own me, J., although you’d like to, wouldn’t you? You’d like to lock me away…

  In truth, Jules hadn’t wanted to own Adam or lock him anywhere. But he definitely hadn’t wanted to share him, either. And if that unwillingness to share was defined as being needy and possessive, so be it.

  It was the desperation that he hoped he could hide today—assuming Adam had been right and Jules was, in fact, desperately needy and possessive. Desperation was unattractive—so cloying, so unpleasantly pathetic. So obvious. You could smell it on a man in about a half-second of face-to-face.

  Jules did a quick sniff check of his armpits. But all he could smell was that hideous taco. He definitely had a fantasy going involving a shower in his immediate future. Like, fifteen minutes after he got to the hotel. He’d change out of his FBI costume—as Robin called his collection of conservative dark suits and ties—and into jeans and a T-shirt. And there he’d be when Robin returned from the set. In bare feet and home-from-the-office hair, coated in exactly zero desperation.

  It helped to remember that Robin wasn’t Adam. Thank you, baby Jesus. Robin truly loved him—quite possibly as much as Jules loved Robin.

  “Hey, babe, I got big news.” Robin had left Jules a longer message in lieu of his standard brief morning I’m thinking of you voicemail. “Good news. Great news, actually.” His expressive voice was laced with even more excitement than usual. Robin’s mundane, day-to-day existence registered at a passion level of about fifteen on a scale from one to ten. This morning, however, he’d been up well past twenty and that had made Jules smile. “Art’s writing another story arc for my character—they want me back. At least ten episodes this time, maybe even more. They totally love what I’ve been doing.”

  Yeah, like the entire world hadn’t noticed that Academy Award nominee Robin Chadwick was not just acting rings around his cast mates in Boston Marathon, but was bringing them and the entire HBO TV show up to an entirely new level. Damn straight writer/producer Arthur Urban wanted him back for more. And yet Robin’s surprise was genuine. He honestly didn’t realize how amazing he was.

  Robin had been bouncing back and forth between D.C., where Jules worked, and Boston, where the HBO series was in production. It had started as several intensive days of work a few months ago, when Robin was first cast in a relatively small role—a minor character for a mere two episodes. But Art Urban knew greatness when he bumped into it on his set, and he’d expanded and stretched out Robin’s role over another six episodes.

  It was doubly gratifying, because the character Robin was playing, Jefferson O’Reilly, was straight. It was pretty stupid, but gay actors in Hollywood rarely were cast as anything other than gay characters.

  This job did, however, mean that Robin was spending more and more time in Boston. Apart from Jules.

  “Don asked for way more money,” Robin’s voicemail had continued, “and they agreed. They didn’t even fucking blink. They want to put me in the credits, which is, well…it’s nice. I feel very Sally Field, you know?”

  Jules did know. They liked him. They really liked him. And Don, Robin’s agent, no doubt liked him, too. And for more than just the bigger paycheck. Robin’s sister, Jane, was a Hollywood insider, and the last time Jules had spoken to her on the phone, she’d told him that Robin was garnering some early Emmy buzz.

  “I haven’t said ye
s,” Robin had reported in his message. “I wanted…Well, I wanted to, you know, talk to you about it first, because…shit, it’s Boston. If it was D.C., I’d’ve already signed, but…” He’d gotten quiet. “I really miss you, Jules. Call me back, okay? I need to hear your voice.”

  Jules had called him back. Repeatedly. But every time Jules had been free, Robin’s phone had been turned off. And vice versa. They’d phone-tagged seven times before Jules had cancelled his lunch, his two o’clock, his four-thirty, and his six-fifteen and hopped the shuttle to Boston.

  He checked his phone in the cab, only to find he’d missed three more calls from Robin. He dialed, but was bumped right to Robin’s voicemail as the taxi driver took the exit from the highway.

  It was then that his phone rang.

  But it wasn’t Robin. The call was from Alyssa Locke who, along with her former-SEAL husband Sam Starrett, were Jules’s best friends.

  “Are you there yet?” Alyssa asked. She knew he was heading to Boston. She also knew his evening’s agenda. God help him.

  “I’m at the traffic light at Arlington and St. James,” Jules reported. “It’s just a few more blocks to the hotel.”

  “You’re not going to believe where I am.” His former partner in the FBI was now the XO—second-in-command—of Troubleshooters Incorporated, the most prestigious personal security firm in the United States. Alyssa could well be anywhere in the entire world. Or quite possibly orbiting the moon.

  “Can you give me a clue?” Jules shifted to try to find a position where the taco didn’t burn at his stomach lining quite so much. “Like, which time zone?”

  “Same as you,” she said.

  “You’re in the trunk of the cab that I’m sitting in,” he guessed as he popped a few more antacids from the roll he’d picked up on his way out of Logan. “Which would put Sam in the glove compartment.”

  Her laughter was rich and musical. “No, but you’re close. We’re over at the Sheraton, on Boylston Street.”

  No way.

  “It was a last-minute courier thing,” Alyssa told him. “Atlanta to Boston. Dave Malkoff was going to do it, but he had a family emergency.”

  “Dave Malkoff has a family?” Jules quipped. Dave was a former CIA operative who’d been working for Troubleshooters since close to its inception. He was one of those guys who never seemed to go home. The few times Jules had been to the TS Inc. office in the wee hours of the morning, Dave had been there like some kind of permanent fixture, slouched behind a desk, baggy-eyed but alert, mug of coffee steaming.

  “Sam and I were relatively near Atlanta,” Alyssa reported. “And since we were available…”

  “On vacation in Florida is available?” Jules asked.

  She laughed. “We’re going back. It actually worked out. After three days on the beach, Sam was…Well, antsy isn’t quite the right word…”

  “Looking to blow shit up?” Jules suggested.

  “That probably would’ve helped,” she agreed with another laugh. “This trip north has been a good enough distraction—no C4 necessary. We’re having fun in an Oh my God, we’re in Boston way. We’ve already made the delivery so the work’s done—and we got what I think was the last hotel room in the entire city so…Hang on. Sam’s shouting something from the bathroom.” There was a pause, then, “He wants to know if you want to get together for dinner.”

  “You didn’t tell him.” Jules didn’t so much ask it as state it.

  “Because you told me not to.”

  “Yeah, but it’s Sam,” Jules pointed out. “I figured you told him everything, regardless.”

  “Yeah, well…”

  “What?” Jules asked, even though he already knew the answer. “You think he’s not going to approve.”

  “I think,” Alyssa said carefully, “that the last thing you need is Sam getting up in Robin’s grill, threatening to break him in two if he hurts you. At least not until after you’ve…initiated the discussion.”

  “I wish Sam didn’t feel that way.”

  “He loves you,” Alyssa said simply.

  “Then I’d think he’d want me to be happy,” Jules countered.

  “He does. He’ll come around,” she reassured him. “Neither of us really know Robin. I’m sure when we—”

  “Wait a minute,” Jules said. “So are you saying that you have reservations, too?”

  “Of course I do,” she answered, with a silent but heavily implied you lummox. “Robin’s got some pretty serious, well, flaws.”

  “And Sam-the-caveman’s perfect?”

  Alyssa laughed. “Touché.”

  “I know what I’m doing,” Jules told her quietly. “I know Robin and…I’m not perfect either, Lys. We just…” He tried to find the right words. “We fit.”

  “Then I support you completely.” All uncertainty was gone from her voice. “And Sam will, too. We should plan to get together—the four of us. That’ll help.”

  “Not tonight,” Jules said, and the taco tangoed. He dug for more of his Rolaids.

  “Are you nervous?” she asked.

  “No,” he lied.

  Amusement thickened her voice. “Are you lying?”

  “Yep.”

  “Good,” she said, in her sternest former naval officer voice. “You should be. This is no cakewalk. It’s going to be hard work—and worth every ounce of sweat you put into it. I’m not talking about tonight. I’m talking big picture.”

  “Yeah, I got that,” Jules said. “Thank you so much, oh ancient wise woman, who’s been married all of, what is it? Four years?”

  “I’m just trying to keep it real, my gay brothah.”

  “Thanks oodles, my hetero sistah, but I’m at the hotel.” The taxi braked to a stop. “I gotta go, babycakes.”

  “Call if you want to have brunch tomorrow,” Alyssa said. “And Jules?”

  “Yeah?” Jules asked as he dug for his wallet to pay the driver.

  “Robin’s crazy about you. He’s going to say yes.”

  Robin was in luck. There was no one in the taxi line, and a cab had just pulled up right in front of the hotel entrance.

  His suitcase bumped and whirred as he wheeled it across the cobblestone sidewalk even as the doorman opened the cab’s rear door for the exiting passenger. “Where ya heading today, Mr. C.?” he asked Robin in his emerald green brogue.

  “Logan Airport, please, Mr. Dunn.” Robin surrendered his suitcase as he dug into his pocket for his cell phone, which was wailing the theme music from Buffy the Vampire Slayer—which meant it was Jules on the other end. Finally. For privacy, he turned slightly away from both the doorman and the cab. “Hey, babe. Damn, it’s been a freak show and a half, trying to reach you today.”

  “Robin, oh, my God.” On the other end of the phone, Jules started laughing. “Look up. To your left.”

  Robin turned and…

  Jules was standing on the sidewalk, right in front of him. He was grinning from ear to ear as he closed his cell phone and put it in the pocket of his pants.

  He looked unbelievably hot. He had the whole rumpled FBI-agent thing going, jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Of course, Robin had come to associate both that and the loosened tie with the hey-I’m-home-from-work expectation that the entire suit would soon be coming off as Jules changed into something more comfortable. Which sometimes meant no clothes at all. Which translated to very hot, indeed.

  But then Jules’s arms were around him, and as Robin held him just as tightly, it wasn’t about sex at all. It was about…everything suddenly being extremely right. He had to fight the nearly overpowering urge to burst into tears at the sudden supreme rightness of the entire world. “God, I missed you,” he breathed.

  “I blew off the Secretary of Defense,” Jules admitted. “Yashi took the meeting for me.”

  God bless Joe Hirabayashi. As Robin pulled back to look into Jules’s face, into his incredible melting-chocolate brown eyes, he said, “My shooting schedule changed. I have the rest of to
day off instead of tomorrow.” Tomorrow’s schedule was light, but crucial, which was a crying shame. “I was going to fly down to D.C. to see you—take the booty back in the morning.”

  Between the pair of them, they’d racked up some significant frequent-flyer miles on the pre-dawn flight that Jules had so aptly nicknamed “the booty shuttle,” for somewhat obvious reasons.

  Jules laughed as he gave Robin another hug. “Wow, I’m glad you didn’t catch an earlier flight. We could’ve passed in midair.”

  “That would’ve sucked,” Robin agreed. Jules would’ve been in Boston, and Robin in D.C. But it hadn’t happened—they were both right here, right now. He could feel himself leaking happiness from every pore.

  Jules backed off to look at him. “I like the hair.”

  Robin self-consciously pushed it back from his face. “I don’t know—they won’t let me cut it, and it’s getting to that obnoxious place—”

  “It’s hot,” Jules said, and their gazes locked. And yeah. It was definitely time to go inside the hotel.

  No doubt about it, even though Robin was already having the best weekend ever, it was about to get significantly better. But then he realized that weekend was an assumption that he really couldn’t make. Jules’s work schedule was as crazy as his. “Can you stay until Sunday night?” he asked.

  Jules gave Robin a sidewalk kiss—eye contact that dropped down to and lingered on Robin’s mouth. But then he smiled as he looked back into Robin’s eyes and gave him an even better gift. “I took Monday off, too. I’m here until Tuesday morning.”

  A long weekend.

  It was stupid as shit, but Robin’s eyes actually filled with tears at the idea of four whole days with Jules.

  Jules, gallant as always, pretended not to notice. “We’re going to need his suitcase back out of the cab,” he announced, and then proceeded to tip both the doorman and the driver liberally. His hand was warm and wonderfully possessive against Robin’s back as he ushered him into the hotel lobby, trusting Dunn to deliver their bags back to Robin’s room.

  “I’ve got to check back in,” Robin said, detouring to the front desk instead of letting Jules steer him to the elevators. “I checked out—I thought I was going to be in D.C. tonight.”

 

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