When You're Back(43)

“Lock up, and come with me. There’s someone I want you to meet,” he said, as if I would do exactly as he told me.

I shook my head. “I have to work.”

He frowned. “Fine. After work, then.”

I wasn’t going anywhere with Captain. “I can’t.”

“Because of Mase.” It wasn’t a question. He was just stating a fact. “Then I’ll bring him to you.”

Who? I had started to ask when Captain turned and walked to the door to leave.

He glanced back. “I don’t want you to ever cry again over that. You should only be proud of what you’ve accomplished. Hell, that’s an honest mistake anyone could have made. Don’t let your weakness define you, Reese. Ever. Your strengths should define you.” Then he was gone.





Mase


Dean Finlay opened the door to the mansion he shared with Kiro in Beverly Hills. “He’s already passed out for the night. I’ve had a room prepared for you,” he said when I walked inside. “He’ll be a mean bastard in the morning. It’s his new routine.”

I wasn’t scared of the old man’s temper. “I’ll handle him. This shit has to stop. He’s so damn selfish,” I said, angry that he was making life hell not only for Harlow but also for Dean, his best friend. Other than Harlow, Dean was the only person who loved the man.

“You don’t know what she was to him. Unless you lived through it with them, you can’t understand, Mase. He was a different man because of her. The accident, it created someone none of us recognized. It shattered his soul. When that happens to you, you never come back from that.”

I was tired of hearing how losing Emily gave him the right to be a world-class asshole. “You know this because you’ve had that kind of love? ’Cause you sure as hell don’t act like him.”

Dean sighed heavily and shook his head. “Never been in love like that. After seeing how it changed Kiro when he lost her, I never let anyone get close enough to me. I wasn’t going to ever know that pain. Don’t want it.”

I wasn’t sure which was worse, loving and losing or not ever knowing that kind of love at all. Life without Reese seemed empty, devoid, pointless. Would I become like my father if I lost her? I wanted to believe I wouldn’t, but I wasn’t sure a man without a soul could be anything else. If that was true, then could I forgive the man? Could I understand him and not hate him for what he was doing to my sister? Had she already made this connection? She had not only Grant but Lila Kate, too. I didn’t want to think of her losing either of them.

“Don’t judge him when you haven’t been there,” Dean said, with a slap on my back. “Now, go get some rest. You’re gonna need it. He won’t be thrilled to see you.”

He was right. Kiro was going to be pissed that I was here to deal with him. He didn’t want dealing with. He wanted to wallow in his pain. But when I faced him tomorrow, I knew I was going to see him differently. I had to remind myself that this would be me if I lost Reese. A world without her in it was incomprehensible.


I’d set my alarm to wake me up at nine so I could be dressed and ready to face my father. I would need coffee before I did this. Yesterday, Harlow had kept finding reasons to keep me in Rosemary Beach. Finally, I had told her I loved her but I had to go. Getting home to Reese was important, and I had to get to Kiro before I could go home to Reese.

Heading to the kitchen, I heard two voices. I recognized Dean but not the female he was with; she had an accent. Stepping into the bright room, I saw an older lady working over the stove while Dean sat at the table, drinking coffee and leafing through an issue of Rolling Stone magazine. He glanced up and smiled at me.

“Good morning, sunshine. You got up before him. Thank fuck,” he said.

“Coffee?” I asked.

The lady wiped her hands on her apron and started to hurry over to the coffee pot.

“I got it,” I told her. “Just point me to the cups.”

She gave me a nervous smile, then glanced over at Dean.

“Marlana is new,” he said. “Marlana, this is Kiro’s son. You don’t have to wait on him. He’s nothing like his father.”

She glanced up at me, still looking nervous, then reached into the cabinet and got me a cup before hurrying back to her skillet on the stove. Poor woman had to deal with my crazy-ass father. No wonder she was a nervous mess.

I poured my coffee and walked over to the table to sit across from Dean.

“You want a newspaper? I think there’s one over by the front door. Marlana normally gets it and puts it there. Don’t know why we have one, since neither of us reads it.”