A snort came from the direction of the bed but no words.
“Well, I’d offer to take one for the team,” Adam said conversationally to Griffin through the open door, “but you’re not my type. Now someone talk to me.”
More radio silence from Griffin.
Adam slid his back down the wall until he was seated on the floor. “Fine. I’ll sit here all night. And then be too tired to bone your sister tomorrow night.”
Griffin’s silence ramped up a notch.
Kate sighed and sat next to Adam. Time passed.
“You know he’s leaving,” Adam eventually said. “After the wedding. He’s got job offers on the other side of the country.”
Kate nodded, pretending she knew and that it didn’t matter. But it did matter, if the pang of disappointment was anything to go by, even though logically she never expected him to stick around in Sunshine. “Nothing’s going on.”
“Why are you still here?” Griffin asked.
“We’re not,” Adam said.
Griffin swore with impressive skill. “Go home.”
“Make me,” Adam said lightly.
Either Griffin had nothing to say to that or he’d fallen asleep again.
“He’ll be okay,” Adam said to Kate.
“How do you know?”
“Because I called in some favors and got his medical history.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Griffin muttered from the bed.
Adam met Kate’s gaze. “The problem is that he was at ground zero when the explosion went off.”
“Was he alone?” she whispered, horrified.
“No. His unit was with him, at least until a few seconds before when he got a hinky feeling and sent them to safety. He got a medal for that—not that he’s said anything about it. Anyway, he’s healing up pretty good. Too slow to suit himself, but that’s par for the course. He’s not exactly a patient guy.”
From the bed came a long-suffering sigh, and Adam smiled.
Kate took heart in that. Surely, if Griffin was in any sort of danger, Adam wouldn’t be baiting him.
“And this isn’t the first time I’ve sat at his bedside after some stupid move he’s made,” Adam said.
Kate looked at him. “No?”
“Nope. Fourth of July, twenty years ago. Remember that, Grif?”
Grif didn’t respond.
“We stole a box of fireworks from the rec center,” Adam told Kate. “We took the haul up to Beaute Point and set out to create us a hell of a show. Except one of the mortars backfired. Landed us both in the hospital. Grif with second-degree burns on his arms and chest, and me with a sprained ankle.” Adam smiled fondly at the memory. “Old man Reid was fit to be tied. I think if Grif hadn’t been flat on his back, Donald would’ve beaten the shit out of us both.”
“You didn’t get the sprained ankle from the explosion,” Griffin said from the bed. “You got it from running like hell from the explosion.”
Adam grinned and pointed to his head. “No grass growing here.” His smile faded as he glanced into the dark room, at the far-too-still figure on the bed. “And you told me to run,” he said softly. “You probably saved my life that night.”
Griffin didn’t answer this.
Long moments went by, and they could hear the steady, deep breathing coming from the bedroom.
“You’re a good friend,” Kate said quietly.
“He’s the good friend,” Adam said. “He’s not the person who’ll call you when you’re going through a hard time. He’s the person who gets on a plane in the middle of the night when you’re going through a hard time, and he won’t leave until you’re better again.”
Kate knew that to be true. Over the years she’d watched as Grif had come through for Holly in every possible way a brother could, being there when their mom died, flying to her when he’d suspected that her first marriage had gone bad in New York. Whatever Holly needed, Grif gave it to her, whether Holly wanted his help or not.
“So,” Adam said. “Did you really try to sleep with him last night? Does Holly know?”
“Yes. And no. Not yet.” Kate leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. “It was a momentary weakness, and besides, he turned me down flat.”
Adam laughed softly. “I bet he’s kicking his own ass about now.”
“I doubt it.” She paused. “Although men do change their minds two to three hundred percent more often than women.”
“I’m not going to change my mind,” came Griffin’s disembodied voice from the bed.
Kate rolled her eyes.
Adam patted her knee. “Go home, cutie. I’ve got this.”
“But you need sleep, too.”
“Oh, I’ll sleep.”
“How?” Kate asked.
He flashed a grin. “Trust me, I’ve been in worse conditions.” And with that, he rose lithely to his feet and walked into Griffin’s room, stretching out on the bed next to his oldest friend.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she heard Griffin mutter.
“Suck it up, man.”
“Jesus. Don’t say suck while you’re in bed with me. Don’t even think it.”
Confident that if he could joke around like that, then he was probably going to live, Kate left the two of them alone.
Nine
The next day dawned early and bright. Kate got up to run just to make extra-sure her bridesmaid dress fit well. She pulled on her gear, slipped outside into the icy morning air, and hit the trail. She was tempted to run to the ranch just to make sure Griffin wasn’t still suffering.
Instead she texted Adam. He okay?
Alive and pissy, came the quick response.
Good enough. She needed to tell Holly that she’d kissed her brother twice in a row now, but that was a conversation best held for after the wedding. She had no intention of hiding anything from her best friend, but it would be selfish to tell her today.
That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
Besides, what if Holly killed Griffin for kissing her? It would rob Adam of a groomsman . . . So really, Kate was doing everyone a favor by keeping it to herself for just a little bit longer. Huffing and puffing, she got to her halfway point. The park concession stand was closed.
No popcorn this early.
And no Larry on the bench. It was too cold for even the bum. Hoping he was somewhere warm and safe, she forced herself to keep going and hit the hill to climb to the top of the dam. Gasping for breath, she didn’t take the time to sit on her tree. She stood looking down at the water for a minute, and when she could draw in air again, she turned around to go back down.
Larry’s bench was still empty. Passing it by, she headed into the woods toward home. A minute later she heard footsteps behind her. Startled, she whirled around. “Hello?”
No one was there. She shrugged it off and started at pace again, but after a few steps the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up.
Again she whipped around.
Still no one.
Standing still, breathing wildly, her breath crystallizing in front of her face, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. “Anyone there?”
This time the silence felt . . . loaded, like someone was holding his breath. Every single horror flick she’d ever watched came flying back to her, and she did exactly what she would have advised any woman in her situation not to do.
She ran in a blind panic.
She couldn’t help it, and it only got worse when she could hear someone running after her. She forced herself to get out of the woods before looking back.
There was no one behind her.
Gasping for breath, she bypassed her townhouse, pulled her keys from her pocket, and slid into her car while hitting Holly’s speed-dial.
“Hey,” Holly said in a rush before Kate could speak. “I was just going to call you and beg you to come over early. I need ice cream.”
They were each other’s long-standing ice cream emergency stop. That it was only seven A.M. wouldn’t faze either one of them. “Nerves?” Kate asked, hitting her door locks for the tenth time as she drove.
“Just a little,” Holly admitted.
“On my way,” Kate tried to say confidently, but she must have failed.
“What’s wrong?” Holly asked.
“I’ll be right there.” Kate got to the ranch in record time and was halfway up the walk on still wobbly legs when she heard her name. Turning, she caught sight of Griffin in one of the horse pens. He ducked beneath the railing and strode toward her.
She was an independent, strong woman, she reminded herself. All she needed was the ice cream; that was it. Not the tall, built man in sexy jeans with the assessing gaze.
“What’s wrong?” he immediately wanted to know.
“You first,” she said. “Your migraine?”
“Gone.”
Okay, good. And she walked right into his arms.
They immediately closed around her, which was a relief. She knew that she was in over her head with him, that even though this game they were playing at was temporary, very temporary, she couldn’t seem to hold back. Burrowing in closer, she closed her eyes.
“Kate.” He pressed his jaw to her hair. “You’re trembling. Are you hurt?”
“No. I just needed . . .” This. “Ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Holly and I are having ice cream for breakfast.”
He pulled back, cupped her face, and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “Try again.”
“I went for a run and got spooked,” she said. “No big deal. I’m fine.”
“You’re not the easily spooked type.”
She shrugged.
“Talk to me, Kate.”
Maybe it was because his voice was so calm and certain. Authoritative but compassionate. “Someone followed me,” she said. It seemed so silly now. “Look, I watched CSI last night. FYI? Bad idea. But no worries, ice cream will fix it.”
He wasn’t buying it.
Neither was Holly, who’d come outside in Hello Kitty pj’s holding a quart of ice cream and a big spoon. “Someone stalked you on your run?” she asked. “Where? At your place or . . . at your place?”
“Wait,” Griffin said. “What?”
“She has a place at the top of the dam where she goes to think,” Holly said. “At the far end of the trail. There’s a fallen tree that’s been shaped by the elements. Makes a great little hiding spot where you can look down at the water. It’s Kate’s place.”
“It was on the way back,” Kate said. “Between the concession stand and my house. In the woods. Forget it; forget me. I’m here; I’m fine. What’s with the ice cream emergency on your wedding day?”
“Just having a moment.” Holly handed Kate the spoon.
One big bite later Kate felt better already.
“You still give that homeless guy breakfast?” Holly asked, taking the spoon back for herself.
Griffin looked like he was getting another headache. “You feed a homeless guy?”
“Larry’s broke,” Kate said. “Sometimes I give him food.”
Griffin and Holly exchanged a long look.
“He’s harmless,” Kate said.
“Honey,” Holly said, but before she could go on, Griffin cut in.
“Not everyone’s as harmless as you think,” he said. “I know you want to see the best in everyone, but that’s not how the world works.”
It was how her world worked. “Larry’s always been sweet to me,” she said. “He’s not the one who ran after me. He weighs like two hundred and eighty pounds. He doesn’t move very fast.”
“I saw him run like hell at last year’s three-legged race in the carnival,” Holly said. “The prize was as many hotdogs as you could eat. He took first.”
“You need to be armed if you’re going to run in the woods by yourself,” Grif said.
“Armed?” Kate laughed. “Come on.” She gestured at her T-shirt and leggings. “Where would I carry a weapon?”
Griffin’s gaze ran over her slowly enough to cause quivering knees.
Holly was dividing a look between them. “Okay,” she said. “I’m missing something.”
“Yes,” Kate said, looping her arm through Holly’s. “Your wedding day.”
* * *
Holly waited until she and Kate were alone in her childhood bedroom to give Kate a look that struck terror in Kate’s heart. “What is it?” Kate asked. “What’s wrong?”
Holly sank to her bed, which was strewn with the gorgeous white lingerie she would soon put on beneath the gorgeous white wedding dress hanging in the open closet. “I have a secret,” she said softly. “And I need a favor.”
Kate sat next to her and took her hand. “Anything. You know that. You need a getaway car and driver so you can run away from that horribly ugly man you’re about to marry?”
Holly smiled. Adam was tall, built, half Native American, and gorgeous, and everyone knew it. “I don’t need a getaway car,” she said. “But . . .” She pulled a little white stick from beneath the lingerie. It had two blue lines on it.
Kate stared at it. “You’re—”
“Yep. Knocked up,” Holly said. “Faulty condom.” She grimaced. “Okay, so it was operator error, and I was the operator.”
Kate grinned, and Holly let out a small smile. “Yeah?” she whispered, clutching Kate’s hand. “It’s good, right?”