The Perfect Match. Kimberly Cates

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      “Not that girl. She lashed herself to a branch with a chunk of rope. Said she read sailors did that sometimes when a killer storm blew up at sea—well, they lashed themselves to a mast instead of a branch, but you get the drift.”

      He did. Far too well. And the image of his little girl up in her unfinished tree house alone hurt him.

      “She’s too damned quiet for such a little thing, Cash,” Vinny said.

      “Her mother abandoned her. Her sister’s in a wheelchair. What do you think she should be doing, Vinny?” Cash fired back. “Turning cartwheels?”

      The ice pick jabbed behind his eye again. He went to the kitchen cupboard and reached for the bottle of pills on the top shelf. He shook one into his palm and slammed it back with a gulp of coffee. He knew Vinny had seen the prescription bottle. The older man’s voice softened.

      “I’m just saying it might not be such a crazy idea-getting a dog for around here,” Vinny said. “If it would make Charlie happy.”

      “The dog Charlie wants is the size of the girls’ playhouse and has the manners of a boatload of Vikings bent on pillage. Exactly where would you suggest we put the dog once I get Mac up on crutches? One fall could tear out the screws that are holding her femur together. And then—”

      “Alright! Alright! I get the picture.” Vinny held his hands palms up in surrender. “But wouldn’t there be plenty of time to worry about that if…” He stopped dead midsentence and looked away.

      “If what?” Cash challenged.

      Vinny met Cash’s gaze with reluctance and very real love. “MacKenzie isn’t up on crutches yet.”

      “And maybe she never will be? Is that what you’re trying to say?” Fury blazed in Cash, turning the ice pick to fire.

      “Cash, I—”

      “If that’s how you feel, maybe you shouldn’t be watching the girls. I can’t afford any negativity around here that Mac might pick up on.”

      Hell, Cash thought, he sounded like a first-class jerk. Vinny Scoglomiglio had saved his life in the chaotic weeks after Lisa had bailed on him and the girls. His friend had stepped into the role of nanny like a Mary Poppins in combat boots, taking on the mysterious woman-jobs of hair braiding and Barbie playing and birthday cake baking with Cash’s daughters.

      Okay, so the cakes were heavy as rocks, but they were homemade. Cash had almost humiliated himself by breaking down when the kids had surprised him on his birthday with his favorite German chocolate cake. Vinny and the girls had made it from scratch, using the recipe Lisa had left behind.

      “I’m sorry. I’m an ungrateful bastard, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never set foot back in this kitchen,” Cash said, voice low. “But I hope you will.”

      “And miss the sour look on your face when you take that first drink of my coffee in the morning? No way. Can’t shake me off that easily, boy. There’s a new tuna casserole recipe I clipped out of the Sunday paper I’m dying to try.”

      Cash felt the throbbing in his head start to ease. “Glutton for punishment, huh?”

      “Stayed married for twenty-six years. Be married still if Dolores hadn’t divorced me. If that’s not proof, what is?”

      Cash laughed. “I always wanted to meet Dolores so I could thank her for that. If she hadn’t served you with the papers, you’d never have quit the Chicago force, never have left the city and come here.”

      “Fate.” Vinny said succinctly. “You know, I never was much use to my own kids. Working long hours, drinking away whatever was left, trying to drown out the pictures that inner-city hell painted in my head. I’m damned grateful to have a second chance, you know? To be something better to your kids than I was to my own.”

      “I was lucky as hell when I drew you as partner.”

      “Got stuck with the burned-out alcoholic, you mean.”

      “You were off the bottle by then.” Cash remembered Lisa’s reaction to the news when she heard it from one of the other deputies wives—that Cash had drawn the short straw, gotten the screw-up from the big city. They’d fought about it for hours. Truth was, Cash had volunteered to take Vinny on. Something in Vinny’s face had made Cash trust the older man, first with his own life and later with the lives of his daughters.

      “Bookmakers wouldn’t have given me very good odds when it came to staying clean. Smart money would’ve been on the chance I’d get you killed.”

      “I placed the winning bet. Maybe I used all my luck up on that. What if there’s none left for Mac?” The doubt slipped out. He met Vinny’s eyes.

      “Luck will have nothing to do with whether that little girl of yours walks or not. MacKenzie is your daughter, Cash. Stubborn as hell. She’ll come through fine either way, no matter what happens. You’ll see.”

      “Mac has to want to walk. But Janice says I can’t—can’t make her…”

      Vinny’s smile braced him. “Then Janice doesn’t know you as well as I do, does she?”

      Cash wished to hell he could be sure Vinny was right. There had been a time when Cash believed he could conquer anything. No battle was too tough, no challenge too great. He’d been a marine. His body tough and trained. His will invincible.

      He’d taken on the Iraqi invaders with an almost suicidal belief in himself, defeat not a possibility in his world.

      How odd to think Rowena Brown felt the same thing, especially now, when he’d learned the hard truth about limitations he’d once denied. He envied her that fierce ability to believe. In healing. In hope. In the future.

      There were times Cash didn’t believe in anything anymore.

      Not even himself.

      NIGHT SHIFT STANK.

      Cash slugged down the last of his tepid coffee from the Quick Mart and tried to keep his eyelids from caving on him. Not much going on in town—a few fender benders, a disturbing the peace call and a report that half a dozen kids were partying at Mose Dillon’s abandoned boathouse down by the Mississippi.

      No booze this time—at least, not where Cash could find it. But they had stockpiled enough illegal fireworks to start a brushfire if a stray spark had fallen on the dry leaves starting to blanket the ground.

      Another deputy might have hauled them all in, but Cash and his five brothers had gotten into more than their share of mischief when they’d been that age. So he’d done his best to scare the shit out of them and followed their car to the place they were supposed to be staying overnight. He’d been relieved to see Jimmy Parker’s mom in the window, probably demanding to know where the boys had been. Last party ol’ Jimmy would be hosting for awhile, Cash had figured.

      But as the rest of his shift crawled by, Cash’s week’s worth of insomnia started catching up with him until he was bone tired and bored as hell. And one thing he knew from years on the force: anybody—even a deputy—asleep at the wheel was a very bad thing.

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