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Moved around, Traci had said.
The MacTavish Gut told her Traci had moved around most recently to Nevada. And was here trying to dip into the next well.
She charged into the house.
Willy B pushed out of his chair when Avery stormed in. Traci stayed in her seat, eyes drenched, fingers twisting a soggy tissue.
“You’ve got some nerve. You bitch.”
“Avery! You calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down.” She rounded on her father. “Has she got to the ‘can you make me a loan’ part yet, or is she still on the how fucking sorry she is?”
“Just sit down and . . . What?”
“Didn’t she mention she’d paid me a visit a couple days ago?”
“No.” He put an arm around Avery, as much to restrain as to unify. “She didn’t.”
“I was going to. I had to see Avery first, Willy B. I wasn’t even sure I could face you at all, and I wanted to see Avery, to tell her I’m sorry.”
“And to hit me up for money.”
“I’m broke. I’m in trouble. That doesn’t stop me from being sorry.” Her fingers trembled as she gave up on the tissue and knuckled a tear away. “I wish I’d done things different. I wish I’d been different. I can’t change any of it. We lost the house, right before Steve died. Everything went wrong. He had some deals in the works, and it all fell through. He didn’t have time to turn things around.”
“You’ve got a shiny new Lexus in the drive,” Avery pointed out. “Sell it.”
“It’s leased, and I’m going to lose that, too. It’s all I’ve got. I just need a stake until I can find a place, get some work.”
“You took money from Avery?” Willy B demanded.
Color flooded Traci’s face. “I just need a loan.”
“How much?” When Traci shook her head and wept again, he turned to Avery. “How much?”
“I don’t know exactly. Whatever was in my wallet. More than I usually carry because I was going out and wanted cash if I needed it.”
Anger, so rare in her easygoing father, kindled in Willy B’s voice. “You walked away from my girl, Traci. Now you come back and take her money?”
“She’s got her own business. She’s got a nice place. I did my best by her as long as I could.”
“No, you didn’t.” He kissed Avery gently on the top of the head. “Have you talked to your mother, Traci?”
“I . . . She helped me out some right after Steve died. Everything was a mess. I didn’t know he owed so much money. She helped me some, but she said that was all I’d get. She meant it. I went to see her before I came here, and she wouldn’t help.”
“How much are you looking for?”
“Daddy, don’t—”
“You hush, Avery.”
“But, you can’t—”
“This is my business.” He didn’t raise his voice—he’d never had to. He simply stared Avery in the eye. “You hush. How much, Traci?”
“If I could have five thousand, to get me settled. I’ll pay you back. I swear it. I’ll sign papers. I know I’ve got no right, but I’ve got no one else.”
“Avery, you go up, get my checkbook. You know where I keep it.”
“No, I won’t.”
“You do what you’re told, and you do it now. You want to argue with me, we’ll do it later.” Now he laid a hand on Avery’s shoulders. “You can say your piece to me, but not now. That’s our business, not hers.”
He rarely drew a hard line, but once he did, it didn’t budge. “All right, but it’s going to be a big, ugly piece.” She stomped upstairs, stomped back down.
He sat, opened the checkbook. “I’ll give you the five thousand. It’s not a loan.”
“But I’ll pay you back.”
“I don’t want you to pay me back. Unless Avery has a change of mind, I don’t want to see or hear from you after you leave. You take the money, and go. I hope you find your way.”
“I know you hate me, but—”
“I don’t hate you. You gave me the light of my life, and I don’t forget it. Ever. So I’ll give you what you need, and we’re done.”
A hard line, Avery thought again, and he’d drawn it for her.
“I want you to send me your address or a phone number when you’re settled,” Willy B continued. “To me, Traci, not to Avery. You don’t contact her again. If she wants to talk to you or see you, she can come to me and I’ll give her what you send me.”
“All right.”
He folded the check, handed it to her.
“Thank you. I . . . You kept the place real good. You’re a good man. I mean that.”
“I expect you do.”
“She’s beautiful.” Traci pressed a hand to her lips. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything.”
“I expect you are. You’d best go on now. It’s dark, and there might be weather coming in later tonight.”
Gathering herself, Traci stood. “I guess you were the best thing I ever did,” she said to Avery. “And I did the worst thing to you. It’s hard knowing that.”
When Traci left, Avery walked to the window, watched her drive away. “Why did you give her that money?”
“Because she’s grieving. She lost someone she loved, and now she realizes she threw away something precious. She’ll never get it back, so she’s grieving over that, too. And because, for us, it closes the door.
“Why didn’t you tell me she’d come to see you?”
“That’s why I came tonight. To tell you. I just . . . I couldn’t talk about it for a while. I should’ve told you, then you’d have been prepared. I should’ve called Grandma. I just closed up. It hurt, so I closed up.”
“I know.” He went to her, folded her into his big arms.
“But tonight when I saw her, it just made me mad. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“For you? Always.” Holding her close, he swayed her side to side. “We’ll be all right, baby. You and me? We’re going to be just fine. Don’t you worry.”
Soothed by his voice, his scent, the mere fact of him, she pressed her face to his chest. “You told me that then, and a lot of times between now and then. It’s always been true. I love you, so much.”
“I’m bigger. I love you more.”
She laughed a little, squeezed hard. “I made soup. The MacTavish cook-out-the-blues potato-and-ham soup.”
“Sounds just right.”
“I’ll go get it out of the car.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
OWEN OPTED TO work in the shop. It gave him time to think—okay, maybe brood was the word, but he felt entitled.
Just as he started to take the next steps, she pulled back. What kind of sense did that make? While he makes the effort not to let things just slide, to be sure he wasn’t taking her for granted, to treat their relationship like a damn relationship, she’s suddenly too busy to spare ten minutes of her time.
“What kind of bullshit is that?” he demanded of Cus, and got a sympathetic tail thump as an answer.
He measured his board, marked it, and remeasured automatically before feeding it into the saw.
“She likes being busy,” he continued over the scream of the blade. “She likes the freaking chaos of a crazy schedule. But out of the blue she doesn’t have time, not to go out, to stay in, to have a goddamn conversation.”
He switched off the saw, stacked his board, pulled down his safety goggles. “Women are a pain in the ass.”
But Avery never had been, wasn’t supposed to be. So it all made less sense.
Something was up with her. Didn’t she get he could see it? Avoiding him, making excuses, closing off when she’d always been up front. She was acting like . . .
“Uh-oh.”
He’d started taking her out, making plans. Christ, he’d given her jewelry. He’d changed the balance—was that it? She didn’t want that next step. Everything had been fine, had been smooth until he’d started treating their thing like a thing.
; Casual and easy, all good. Add a few shades of serious, and she pulls the plug. Just sex, fine, but try a little—romance, he supposed—and she shuts the door.
And made him look, made him feel, like an imbecile.
Couldn’t she have told him if she wanted to keep things simple? Didn’t he, and a lifetime of friendship, rate that?
Plus, fuck it, didn’t he have a say in the whole business?
Damn right he did.
“I’m not her damn sex toy.”
“Words a mother longs to hear from her beloved son.”
On a wince, Owen shoved his hands in his pockets. “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, Owen.” Justine closed the shop door behind her, rubbed her chilled hands together. “What’s going on?”
“Just working on one of the built-ins for Beck’s place.”
“You’re a good brother.”
“Yeah, well. I had some time. I didn’t see your car when I came in.”
“I just got back.” Both dogs wandered over to press against her, tails batting. “I was over at Willy B’s. I took him some dinner, gave him a sounding board. I’m surprised you’re being a good brother instead of doing the same for Avery.”
