When You Got a Good Thing, Page 5

  Denver Hershal, lumbered over from the other end of the bar. “We’re short-handed and you got tables.” The beefy bartender crossed his tattooed arms and gave a pointed look across the restaurant.

  With a sassy salute, Trish sashayed off to deal with them.

  “Thanks,” Xander muttered.

  “No problem. Usual?”

  Given the pounding behind his eyes, Xander was pretty sure a Corona wasn’t going to cut it, but when you were one of only a few cops in town, you were never really off duty, so the one beer it was. He nodded and turned to Logan. “Get a table?”

  “Sure. I could eat.”

  Xander scooped up the longneck Denver set out for him, and they made their way to a table in the corner. It was in the shadows, with a decent enough view of one of the flat-screens playing the game.

  As soon as they were settled, Trish was by the table. “Y’all eatin’?”

  He and Logan exchanged a glance. “Loaded fries and an onion bomb.”

  “Comin’ right up.”

  She headed for the kitchen, and Xander settled back in his chair, lifting the beer to his lips and checking out the score.

  “So you finally saw her.”

  Xander bristled. “Not you, too.”

  “Can’t blame me for being curious, man. This whole town’s talking about her being back and waiting for some kind of reaction out of you about it.”

  “You’re not the whole town.”

  Logan didn’t flinch at the bite in his tone. “No, but I am the guy who’s watched you be a wingman for the last five years without you ever wanting the same in return.”

  “I went to school with nearly everyone of datable age in town.”

  “We don’t always stay in town. That hasn’t changed your MO.”

  “You know the kind of hours I work. I’m not in a position to start a prospective relationship with anyone who doesn’t live here.”

  “Doesn’t always have to be a relationship.”

  “Does for me.” He’d tried meaningless sex. The physical release hadn’t given him what he was looking for. Not when he knew the difference of being with someone who truly mattered.

  Logan tipped back his beer, nodded. “So, she’s ruined you for all women.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Xander snapped.

  “You haven’t had a serious relationship since her. Least, not one anybody knows about—which, given the grapevine in this town, I figure is probably the absolute truth.”

  “There have been others since Kennedy.” A couple. But no one who’d really stuck.

  Trish, who’d returned with their appetizers, went brows up. “How’d I not know about that?”

  “It’s called discretion. Go away, Trish.” There was no reason for her or anybody else to know that those others had been in college, his only stint of time away from Eden’s Ridge.

  Logan immediately forked up some of the fries, chewing until Trish walked away to check her other tables. “I think it’s that you never got any closure.”

  Xander tossed down his fork. “What the hell, man? You’re a farmer, not Dr. Phil.”

  “You can take the therapist out of the master’s program…”

  “Which you walked away from,” Xander reminded him.

  “I’m just sayin’. She walked away, leaving you with the gaping question of ‘Why?’ I know you. That why has been driving you batshit for years. And there’s probably a part of you still wondering if it’s something you did or didn’t do. Something that you need to learn before you can successfully be in another relationship. That makes her a mystery, and you, my fine fellow, cannot resist a mystery.”

  “And you can’t resist an opportunity for analysis. Even though you suck at it.” Scowling, Xander stabbed at the giant fried onion. Logan wasn’t wrong. But damned if he was going to admit it. “Are you done playing armchair psychologist? Because I really just want to watch the game.”

  “Fine, fine.” Logan lifted his hands in surrender. “So Tennessee’s looking good in this bracket.”

  They talked basketball and work. Logan bitched about the tractor he had torn apart right now and how he wasn’t going to get spring planting done in time if he didn’t bend the bastard to his will. They made plans for poker night with some other friends next week. Degree by degree, Xander began to relax. And as he did, the single detail he’d been trying to block out all day began to circle in his mind.

  Kennedy claimed to be staying in Eden’s Ridge. After ten years of globetrotting, seeing and doing God knew what, she was coming home. But how long would that last? Was this just until she and her sisters sorted things with Ari and their inheritance? Would she be gone again as soon as the family situation was stable, or was she truly back in the Ridge to stay? After a decade of broader world experiences, could she possibly be satisfied by a life here?

  And why the hell was he even thinking about all this? What Kennedy Reynolds did with her life was none of his concern. The only salient point in all of this was that she’d be around long enough for him to make his apology, ask his questions, and get his answers, whatever the hell they were. He’d solve the mystery and finally, at long last, move on with his life.

  So why didn’t that feel like enough anymore?

  Chapter Five

  “ARI’S FINALLY OUT, I think,” Kennedy reported. “Poor thing is exhausted.”

  From her spot curled up on the sofa, Pru knit her hands. “I still wish she’d eat more than three bites at a time.” She looked up as Maggie squeezed her shoulder.

  “She’ll get there. Everybody grieves differently.” Maggie took a seat. “But now that she is effectively out of earshot for a bit, we do need to talk about what we’re going to do about her.”

  Kennedy dropped into a chair. “Even if Mae finds her parents, she doesn ’t want to go back to them. They left her. There’s no evidence they wouldn’t do it again.”

  “I think we can all agree that it’s best for Ari if she’s kept as stable as possible. But the fact is, with Mom gone, there’s no other option for her in the Ridge. The nearest placement would be in Johnson City.”

  “We’re not shipping her off to Johnson City,” Athena snarled.

  “None of us wants to do that. But let’s look at reality. My life is in LA. Yours is in Chicago. That leaves Pru, and as capable as she is, I don’t know that she’s ready to take on a daughter.” Maggie shifted her gaze. “Are you?”

  Before Pru could answer, Kennedy interrupted. “Excuse me, it doesn’t leave just Pru. I’m here.”

  Athena sneered. “Oh, excuse us for not automatically assuming you were going to be a contributing member of this family.”

  Kennedy absorbed the lash of anger, clenching her jaw to keep from fighting back in kind.

  “Athena, that’s enough.” Maggie’s warning tone did nothing to dim the hostility radiating through the room.

  “No.” Kennedy straightened. “You know what, it’s fine. This is good. Obviously there are things you all want—probably need—to say to me about this. Maybe it’s better to say them and clear the air.”

  Pru looked from one sister to the next, worry etched on her pretty face. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  “I’d rather have it all laid out at once than put up with this sniping. So go ahead, Athena. You need to vent your spleen about whatever you’ve been carrying around. Do it. No holds barred.”

  Her sister’s hands curled to fists, a muscle in her jaw ticking as she stared Kennedy down with gray eyes, cold as steel. “You left us,” she bit out.

  Expecting the accusation didn’t make it sting any less. She knew well enough what she’d done. Who she’d done it to.

  “You left Maggie in the middle of the biggest upheaval of her life.”

  Maggie wrapped both arms around her middle in an uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. “Athena, stop it. I don’t want to drag this up again.”

  But Pandora’s box had been opened. Kennedy couldn’t not address i
t. “I didn’t know you were pregnant when I left.” But looking back, she’d known something was going on with her sister. The mood swings. The change in appetite. It had been her intention to sit down with Maggie after graduation and get to the bottom of it. Then her life had hit a land mine.

  “Right. Of course you didn’t.” Athena nodded. “Because we couldn’t even find you for two months to tell you about the baby. Never mind we were all worried sick about you. And when you did find out, you couldn’t be bothered to come home.”

  “I didn’t have the money to come home.” It was a weak defense, but it was all Kennedy had. By that time, she’d made it to the West Coast, and her waitress’s wages and tips were barely enough to keep a temporary roof over her head. There’d been no money for a bus ticket, and even if there had, she’d been too afraid of what would happen if she violated the terms she’d agreed to.

  “Because you were too busy living your self-indulgent, grand adventure. Alone. And what the fuck was that about, leaving Xander behind? Do you know what that did to him?”

  “We’re not talking about Xander,” Kennedy snapped. She could only cope with so much of this at once. “I did everything I could to support Maggie from where I was.”

  Across the room, Maggie’s cheeks went white. “Do you really think phone calls and emails made up for anything? I needed you, Kennedy. If you’d really wanted to, you could’ve found a way home, the same way you found a way to leave.”

  They had no idea how much she’d wanted to come home, how much she’d wanted to be there through all of it. Especially after Maggie lost the baby. But nothing Kennedy could do would remove the axe hovering over the back of her neck. Part of the deal she’d made was never telling anyone the secret of why she’d left. Her sisters didn’t even know there was a danger to her coming back. If she’d come home sooner, the whole house of cards would’ve fallen, and the family wouldn’t have recovered.

  Throat thick with all the things she couldn’t say, Kennedy rose from her chair. “I swear to you, I’d have been here if I could.”

  “Oh bullshit,” Athena snarled. “You made a choice. You chose yourself.”

  “Athena!” Pru’s censure did nothing but pull their sister’s glare to her.

  “What? It’s true.”

  Kennedy swallowed. “Is that really how all of you feel?”

  Pru’s brown eyes were full of hurt and worry. She pressed her lips together.

  “Go ahead,” Kennedy told her.

  “I…It took Mom dying to get you home.”

  Guilt spurted through her—that she’d never come clean to her mother, never explained. That Joan had died thinking—well, Kennedy had no idea what Joan had truly thought about her leaving. She hoped like hell Mom hadn’t thought it was because of her. And now it was too late. No second chances. She’d learned that those didn’t exist. And that was a fact Kennedy would have to live with for the rest of her life.

  Shaking with the effort of holding in a scream, she struggled to keep her voice level. “There is no answer or reason I can give you that can make up for my not being here. And I’m sorry. More than you can possibly know. But I’m asking you, for Ari’s sake, to try to get past it. I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m here to help with whatever’s needed.”

  “And we appreciate it.” Pru’s instant show of support helped…a little.

  Maggie ran a hand through her hair. “The thing is, you’ve been…drifting for a decade. You’ve got no ambition, no training, no career. I know your heart’s in the right place, wanting to help with things here, but I’m worried that you’re going to end up being more a hindrance than a help.”

  Never mind that she didn’t have an ounce of debt, and she’d successfully lived all over the world on her own merits for a decade. Because she had no home base, few worldly goods, and—thanks to the hurried trip home—almost nothing in savings, of course they’d think she’d be another burden to the family. Because she was the screw up. She always had been. All these years she’d been on her own, she’d managed to move past that, but only a few days home, and she was being shoved back into that box.

  That her sisters could so fully believe this cut deep enough to steal her breath. They didn’t know her at all. Not anymore. Opening this door had been a mistake. Maybe staying was a mistake, too. They weren’t going to forgive her.

  Feeling trapped inside the cage of her own rage, Kennedy could hardly breathe. She needed space. She needed to move, to get the hell out of here, away from the accusatory stares before she simply exploded.

  She was already halfway across the room before Athena called out after her. “Where the hell are you going?”

  Kennedy stopped and turned back. “Why does it matter? As y’all have so blatantly pointed out, I have nothing—no money, no skills, no ambition. I have nothing to contribute to this family but being another burden. So why the hell should you care where I go?”

  “Kennedy, please don’t leave.” God, she hated that Pru felt like she had to beg.

  “I promised you I’d stay and see this thing through. I’m not going to break that promise, no matter what you all think of me. But right this second, I need some goddamned space.”

  On that she headed for the kitchen. At the back door, she didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to grab a jacket or a flashlight. Even as she knew she was proving their point, the moment her feet hit the grass, she began to run.

  ~*~

  Xander should’ve gone home after his beer at Elvira’s. It had been a long-ass week and, he should’ve hit the hay early, tried to catch up on some sleep. He should not have driven out to this spot to indulge in some toxic game of “What if?” Except how could he not, with everybody and their brother asking him about Kennedy?

  Xander picked his way down the trail from his old Bronco. If he was going to think about her, he might as well do it in their spot. Where they’d first become true friends and, later, lovers.

  Back then, they’d been trespassing. Now, he owned the land that looked out on the valley. That had been some kind of twisted decision, to buy the place when old man Miller died. He’d tried to tell himself it was just practical. The house met his needs, fit in his budget, and the view couldn’t be beat. But what did he need with all that acreage of forested mountain? Except as an insulation to his self-imposed solitude, and so he could come here, from time to time, and give in to his self-indulgent memory of the girl he couldn’t forget.

  He’d always accepted that they were different. Hell, that had been part of the appeal. Kennedy wasn’t like anyone else he knew. He’d loved her free spirit, her sense of adventure. She’d always wanted to get out and see the world, and when she’d suggested he defer college for a year to actually do it, he’d jumped at the chance. Anything to spend more time with her. They’d spent hours talking about where they’d go, what they wanted to see and do.

  It had been a great dream, one he’d fully intended to execute once they had a legitimate plan, a safety net. She hadn’t liked the idea of waiting on that, but she’d agreed. They’d balanced each other—her big dreaming, his practicality. He thought she’d seen that. But in the end, she hadn’t been able to bend. Hadn’t been able to wait. She’d walked away from him. Run, actually, in the middle of the damned night. Because he’d fucked it up, and she hadn’t seen fit to give him a second chance. Straight to heartbreak. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.

  She’d seen the world, exactly as she’d wanted, and he’d stayed here. Adventures without her hadn’t held any appeal. And that had been mostly okay, once he’d accepted she wasn’t coming back. He loved Eden’s Ridge, loved the Smoky Mountains. He’d gotten used to his life, to the shape of it, without her. Until tragedy had suddenly thrown Kennedy back into his path.

  She’d said she was staying. Did she mean it? After what she’d done, could he trust anything she said? Did it even matter?

  Given how his traitorous heart had lurched at the possibility, yeah, it mattered. If she was really s
taying, then he had to find a way to live with her here.

  A sound had Xander hesitating on the trail, something that didn’t belong amid the quiet rustle of the wind and the calls of the night hunting animals. His finger hovered over the snap on his holster as he listened. Someone was…crying. And he knew. He knew even before he made it to the bottom of the trail, before he saw the slim figure standing at the edge of the overlook, her hair silvered in moonlight.

  “Kennedy.”

  With a tiny shriek, she whirled, stumbling in the dark.

  Shit! Xander leapt forward and grabbed her before she could topple over. He yanked her back, wrapping his arms around her and spinning to put himself between her and the sixty foot drop. His heart thundered at the near fall.

  “Xander?” she squeaked. Her hands were fisted in his jacket. “What the hell are you doing here?

  “Having a minor heart attack. You okay?” Now that the danger was past, he couldn’t seem to make himself release her.

  “Well, I’m not dead. How did you know I was here?”

  “I didn’t.”

  “Then what are you doing here?”

  Remembering how good you feel. He was taller and broader than he’d been at eighteen. The body pressed up against his had filled out with subtle curves she hadn’t had back then. But they still fit. And that was foolishness.

  When he didn’t answer, she asked, “Did Pru call you?”

  “No.” He didn’t believe in lying. “I came because I was thinking about you.” Even in the dim light, Xander could see the tracks of tears. He had no right to touch her, but he couldn’t stop himself from cupping her face and brushing a thumb gently across her cheek. “You’ve been crying.”

  Kennedy broke away from him then. The familiar ache settled in his chest as she stepped out of his arms.

  “Been doing a lot of that lately.” The flippant tone didn’t hide the pain beneath her words.

  He’d never been able to walk away from her pain. Everything in him itched pull her in and shield her, to soothe the hurts. Once, she’d have let him. But this wasn’t his Kennedy. This woman seemed far more like the skittish, mistrustful girl he’d met years ago, after she’d first come to Joan. That was its own kind of punch in the gut. Did she trust him so little now?