She touched the edges, the wavy strands that kissed her shoulders. "Thank you," she said once again and then closed the door.
Teague watched her cross his driveway. He didn't take his eyes off of her until she disappeared inside her cottage and even then he sat in his truck for another ten minutes or so.
He was restless and yet tired as hell.
He slid from his truck and locked it, glancing at his cell phone when it vibrated. There was a text message from Candace.
Where the hell did you go? You know where to find me.
He shoved the cellphone back into his jeans and headed up to the house. He wasn't interested in a night of just okay sex.
"Hell, it wasn't even okay," he muttered, letting himself into the empty cottage. He headed straight for the liquor cabinet and swiped a bottle of rye whiskey before heading back outside to the deck. He didn't bother with a glass and made himself comfortable in his favorite chair. Legs stretched in front of him, he got down to the business of drinking.
How long was he out there? No idea, but eventually his brother joined him and Teague passed the bottle over.
"Abby go to bed?" he asked. He didn't really care but it was the polite thing to ask.
"Yeah." Tucker took a swig from the bottle and handed it back. "That's nasty shit."
"More for me." Teague took another swig.
"I take it Sabrina got home okay?"
"Sure did."
"She seems to be doing all right."
"I guess." All right? The woman had balls of steel as far as Teague was concerned.
"I was a mess for longer than I care to remember after Marley went missing."
Teague thought of Tucker's first wife and felt a tinge of sadness. She'd died in a plane crash a few years after they'd married.
Teague shrugged. "Everyone handles tragedy differently. Some people like Sabrina move on and deal because it's in them or because they have to. Others just kind of drift until they find something to hold on to."
If they found something to hold on to.
"You found Abby."
"She's one hell of a woman."
Teague looked at his brother, a frown on his face. "Where exactly is this conversation headed Tuck?"
"Don't get your panties in a knot." His brother smiled wickedly. "I'm just making conversation."
"Just making conversation."
"That's what they call it when two adults have a chat without the fists flying. I'm just saying Sabrina Campbell is a nice girl. That's it. End of story."
Teague didn't answer.
"And she's cute. Got nice legs and great teeth."
"Are you listening to yourself right now? You sound like you're talking about a damn horse or something."
Tucker motioned with his hands. "Pass me some more of that shit."
Teague tossed the bottle over. "Don't go there, Tucker."
"And where exactly would there be?"
"Sabrina Campbell is a nice girl but she's not for me. She's not gonna fix whatever the hell is wrong with me and I sure as hell am not interested in being a stand-in for her dead husband."
"That's a pretty harsh assessment considering … "
"Considering what?" he barked.
"Considering I saw the two of you dirty dancing in the parking lot. You sure as hell didn't look like a stand-in to me."
"Go to hell, Tucker."
"Only if you come with me, Tigger."
Teague would have lunged at his brother but Tucker wasn't dumb. He was on his feet with a laugh and several feet away in seconds.
Teague glared across the deck at him. "Why do you always push me?"
Tucker shrugged. "It's been my job since conception."
"You're a smartass."
"I know. It's part of my charm."
"Yeah? I'd like to ask Abby's opinion on that one."
"She'd say the same thing."
Teague snorted.
Tucker shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned against the railing. "So, what are your plans?"
Christ. Were they going to do this now? Teague shrugged. "I don't know. Haven't thought much past tomorrow."
"So what are your plans tomorrow?"
"Thought we'd do some fishing."
"I've only got one more day up here so spending it out on the lake sounds about right."
Teague grunted and that was that for a few minutes. "Why the hell did you come all this way for a couple days?"
Tucker didn't hesitate. "Because you're my brother and even though you've been an absolute dick lately, I love you. Because the family is afraid we're losing you and Mom wanted an update. Because you dropped everything for me after Marley went missing and you were the one who was there with me when they found her."
Tucker slid the patio doors open but before disappearing inside, he cranked his head to the side. "I've got your back, Teague. I always will."
"Yeah," Teague replied, his voice low. "I know."
"Are you ever going to tell me what the hell happened over there?"
Teague ran his hand over his temple and stared at the floor. "Maybe."
"Okay," Tucker replied softly. "That's good enough for now."
The patio doors slid shut behind his brother and Teague rested his head back against the chair. He closed his eyes and thought of the night everything had gone to shit. It's not as if he wasn't used to that happening-he'd been a soldier once and shit was always hitting someone or something and hitting it hard. You learned to adapt and react and hopefully if you learned it well enough, fast enough, you survived.
But that night anything and everything had gone wrong. That night his training as a soldier, his street smarts as a journalist-all of those things failed. He'd hesitated when he should have acted and an innocent man had died. An innocent man hadn't made it home.
At the debrief, he'd been told that he couldn't have done anything different-that the outcome would have been the same. They told him it wasn't his fault. That the situation was dire and extreme and complicated.
Bullshit.
He knew it was all on him. He knew it because the guilt was eating away at him. It was beside him when he woke up in the morning and it was there every damn night when his head hit the pillow.
He was already falling away from the normal things in life when he'd agreed to the assignment. Hell, he'd been freefalling for years. Love. Family. Trust. Companionship. All of those things didn't seem to matter as much. It's what happened when you lived on the edge, when every day of your life was spent dealing with the reality of drug dealers, human traffickers, and dictators.
Teague knew if he wasn't careful the man he'd once been would disappear forever. Although he supposed the real question wasn't when it would happen, but rather … .
Did he give a damn?
Chapter Ten
Canada Day came and went with little fanfare in the Campbell cottage. Sabrina took the kids to town to enjoy the parade and her mother-in-law tagged along to keep things real.
Louise: What time did you get home last night?
Sabrina: I don 't know. Ten maybe.
Louise: No, I think it was closer to eleven.
Sabrina: If you know exactly when I came home, why bother asking?
Louise: Because I 'm your mother-in-law.
Sabrina: That 's not a reason.
Louise: In my book, it 's the only reason that matters.
Sabrina dropped Louise off at a lady friend's for an afternoon of euchre though she suspected it was more of an excuse to drink wine and gossip. The women had planned an evening out and her mother-in-law was spending the night in town. After that Sabrina drove up the lake to the Maylocks. Their daughter Jessica had been begging for Morgan to come for a sleepover and for the first time in Morgan's young life, Sabrina had said yes.
She smiled as her daughter literally flew out of the car and ran up the steps of Jessica's home. The two girls hugged fiercely, as young girls will do, and after a quick conversation with Jessica's mother, Sabrina bent low for a kiss. She got a quick peck, nothing more than a butterfly kiss, and then Morgan disappeared into the house.
How quickly she'd been dismissed.
Sabrina waved goodbye to Jessica's mother and slid into her car. Harry was in the backseat, quietly playing with one of his action guys. She pulled out of the driveway and glanced at him in the rear-view mirror.
"You okay, bud?"
Harry shrugged, tossing his action guy in the air and catching him.
"It's just us tonight. Do you want to see a movie or something?"
He shook his head and Sabrina frowned. "Are you sure everything's all right?"
He shrugged once more and Sabrina let it go, but something was up. Maybe he was coming down with a summer cold or a virus?
They got back to the cottage in time for dinner and she grabbed leftover burgers and improvised, grinding up the cooked meat and adding some spices to make tacos.
She glanced out the window a few times, but the Simon cottage looked empty. The vehicles were still there but since she'd seen Teague, Tucker, and Abby head out on the boat earlier that morning, she wasn't worried. Not that Teague needed anyone to worry about him.