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“I made an arrangement with the family that owns the orchard next to the cottage to move the hives there.”
He nodded. She waited. He shifted his weight to the other foot. “How’s Toby?”
“The happiest kid on the island. He’s at school now.”
He tried to think of what to say next and ended up asking the question he’d never intended to utter. “Have you talked to Lucy?”
She was just like Temple. She nodded but didn’t offer any information.
He pulled his hands from his pockets and came down off the steps. “I need to talk to you about something.”
Just then, Mike’s Cadillac drove in. Mike jumped out, arm extended, looking as if seeing Panda again was the highlight of his day. “Hey, stranger! Great to have you back.”
His hair was shorter, no longer so carefully styled, and except for a watch, he’d given up his jewelry. He looked easy, happy, a guy without any demons. Panda stifled his resentment. It wasn’t Moody’s fault that he’d managed to do what Panda couldn’t.
Mike slipped an arm around Bree. “Did she tell you we finally set a date? New Year’s Eve. Toughest sale I ever made.”
Bree arched an eyebrow at him. “Toby made the sale.”
Mike grinned. “Chip off the old block.”
Bree laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Congratulations to both of you,” Panda said.
The day was warming up, and Mike suggested they sit on the porch. Panda took the chair he’d just abandoned, and Bree claimed the matching one while Mike perched on the railing. He talked about how well Bree was doing with her business, then offered up a list of Toby’s recent accomplishments. “He and his teacher are working together on a black history unit.”
“Toby knows more than she does,” Bree said proudly. “But you came here to talk to me about something?”
Having Mike around complicated an already difficult task. “It’s okay. I can come back later.”
Bree frowned. “Is it about Lucy?”
Everything was about Lucy. “No,” he said. “It’s a private matter.”
“I’ll leave,” Mike said genially. “I have some errands to run anyway.”
“Don’t go.” She gazed at him. “Despite appearances, Mike is the most discreet person on the island. And I’ll end up telling him whatever you tell me anyway.”
Panda hesitated. “Are you sure? This … has to do with your family. Your father.”
She looked wary. “Tell me.”
And so he did. He sat there in the creaky wicker chair, leaning toward her, his forearms braced on his knees, and told her about her father’s relationship with his mother, then about Curtis.
When he was done, Bree had tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
Panda shrugged.
Mike came to stand beside her. Bree searched her pockets for a tissue. “After my father died, Mother made sure we all knew what a rotten husband he’d been, so it’s not exactly a surprise. But none of us imagined he had another child.” She blew her nose.
Mike curled his hand over the back of her chair and gave Panda a steady gaze, his easygoing demeanor vanishing as he assessed whether this information posed any harm to the woman he loved. “Why did you buy the house?”
Panda liked him for wanting to protect her, so he told them the truth. “Some kind of twisted revenge. I hated your father, Bree. I told myself I hated your whole family, but that was jealousy.” Panda shifted in the chair and then he shocked himself. “I wasn’t thinking too clearly when I bought the house. After I got out of the military, I had problems with post-traumatic stress.”
He said it as if he were confessing a tendency toward head colds.
Their expressions were a mixture of concern and sympathy, but they didn’t run screaming from the porch or dash around looking for a weapon to protect themselves. He had Jerry Evers to thank for this. Kristi had found the right guy for him to talk to, a no-bullshit shrink who’d seen combat himself and understood exactly how terrified Panda was that the demons he’d fought would reemerge and make him hurt other people.
