Автор: Merline Lovelace
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474008310
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Ethan must have noticed her glaring omission of the phone call in her recounting of events to her mother earlier, Connie thought, because he didn’t mention it to Micah.
“I can’t handle this,” Julia said. She couldn’t have been paler if every drop of blood had been sucked from her. “I’m going to my room. You’ll plan better without me here gnashing my teeth and second-guessing everything because I’m a scared old woman.”
Feeling a sharp pang, Connie started to rise. “Do you need help?”
“Just to get into my own bed? I think not.”
The three of them listened as Julia’s chair squeaked across the linoleum, then onto the wooden floor of the hall. A few moments later, her bedroom door closed.
“Okay,” Micah said, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table, “what did you leave out?”
Connie looked at Ethan, wondering if he had told Micah, or if Micah just had some kind of ESP. Shaman, she thought. They both were shaman, crazy idea or not. Then she realized she would have to tell this part herself, if for no other reason than that she had been the one who answered the phone.
“I got a call last night,” she said. “A man said, ‘You have a beautiful daughter, Connie,’ and then I hung up.”
“That must have freaked you out.”
“Pretty much.”
The two men’s faces had grown as dark and heavy as thunderclouds before a tornado.
“Your ex,” Micah said.
Ethan nodded. “That’s what we’re thinking.”
“But we can’t be sure,” Connie said.
“I agree it would help if we knew something certain,” Micah said slowly, “but we don’t. We should definitely be keeping an eye out for Leo. I’ll see about getting his picture out to the deputies. But at this point, I’m not sure it would be wise to put it out to the public.”
Ethan shook his head. “If it is Leo, we don’t want to push him too hard. If he flees, it won’t help us settle this matter. Besides, he’s already proved violent.”
“My thinking exactly.” Micah looked at Connie, silently requesting her input.
“I don’t think I’m a reliable judge of anything right now,” she answered. “This is way too close to home. Ethan can tell you, I’m barely holding it together.”
“Under the circumstances,” Ethan said, “you’re holding it together damn well. You won’t hear any criticism from me.”
“Me, neither,” Micah said.
Connie smiled wanly. “I think I’ll go lie down. You two can arrange everything with Gage. I’m worn out. In fact, I’m useless with worry.”
“Don’t stay up there if all you’re doing is worrying yourself sick,” Ethan said.
But that wasn’t it at all. She needed to check on Sophie. She needed to be closer to her daughter. She needed some space to find at least a piece of her center to rely on. The worst way to fail Sophie right now would be by falling apart even more than she already had.
Calm. She had to find calm. Real calm. The kind of calm that would allow her to think.
Before it was too late.
After the call to Gage had been made, Ethan and Micah continued to sit at the table, father and son separated by years if no longer by distance. Yet Ethan felt a recognition somewhere deep inside him, as if part of him had always known Micah. Perhaps it was just that part of him was Micah.
“Are you willing to stay around?” Micah asked.
“Stay around?”
“Here. In this county. You have a permanent job if you want it. Gage said so. And I’d like the time with you. Right or wrong, we’ve both been cheated out of something.”
Ethan nodded slowly, turning inward, testing instincts and long-denied feelings. “I’d like the opportunity.”
“Good. When this mess with Sophie and Connie is taken care of, Faith wants you to come stay with us for a while. She wants to get to know you, too, and she wants you to know your sisters.”
Ethan nodded, feeling a small lightening in his heart. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” Micah drummed his fingers on the table for a moment. “I know where you’ve been, son. I spent twenty years doing what you did. So what happened? You’re on disability?”
“IED,” Ethan said succinctly. “I’ve got shrapnel lodged near my spine.”
“Well, hell.” Micah’s frown deepened. “I figured it had to be bad. They aren’t letting many out right now.”
“No.”
“So you’re in danger?”
“Could be. Mostly it’s just pain. But yeah, they’re worried a wrong move could paralyze me.”
“How are you handling that?”
Ethan shrugged. “I’m luckier than a lot of guys.”
“Yeah, I know that feeling, too. Problem comes in the dead of night, when you start to think some of them were luckier.”
A look of complete understanding passed between them.
“It gets better,” Micah said. “It does. I won’t say it ever completely goes away, but eventually you can look forward more than you look back.”
“I hope so. Sometimes I just wish the enemy still wore uniforms.”
Micah nodded. “I carry some of that with me, too.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Micah sighed and sipped his coffee. “I don’t regret serving my country. I hope you don’t.”
“No. Never.”
Micah nodded. “Good. You shouldn’t. Some of us have to.”
“I know. I’m proud that I went.”
Micah reached out and clasped his son’s forearm. “I’m proud of you. War creates atrocities by its very nature. But until we all learn to live in peace, some of us are going to bear that burden. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, so I’ll just tell you, once again, what I’ve learned. It’s time to look to today. Today is the seed of tomorrow. And from what I can see, you’re planting some mighty good seeds right now.”
Ethan arched a brow.
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