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Ariel looked relieved. “That’s really good news.”

Joe startled them all when he slammed his spoon on the table. “For God’s sake, Ariel, just tell her you’ll take the damn baby already.”

Oh boy.
Brent’s pulse tripped into high gear and his muscles tensed for confrontation.

“It’s not a
damn baby
, Joe,” Ariel snapped at the same time Hake said Joe’s name in a firm but even tone, his eyes sharp, advising caution.

“Don’t
Joe
me,” Joe growled at Hake. “Everyone in this room knows what she wants. What all of you want.”

“And what’s that, Joe?”

“Fuck off, Hake, and take your psychoanalytical bullshit with you.”

“Tread lightly, Josiah,” Hake warned without changing his tone one iota, “and remember that everyone at this table loves you.”

“Well as comforting as that thought is, there’s only one way this scene can play out and it doesn’t include me.” He shoved his chair back from the table and stood up. “You can all hammer things out on your own. I’m sure it’ll be easier if I’m not here.”

Then he spoiled his own exit line by gasping and rubbing at his right side.

“What’s wrong, Joe?” Ariel asked, pushing back her chair and reaching for him.

Joe’s eyes flashed down at her. “I just pulled a muscle or something. Don’t get your panties in a wad over it.”

She pulled back like she’d been slapped. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

If Brent had said that, the words would have been dripping with sarcasm, but Ariel made it sound like a solemn vow.

Joe looked around at all of them, and for a second Brent thought he was going to say something, but then he just turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen. A few seconds later, the door to the garage closed.

Mandy set her napkin on the table with a sigh. “Well, that was…”

“Not unexpected,” Hake finished. “He has quite a temper, doesn’t he?”

“Only when he’s scared,” Ariel said softly. Then she frowned, as if she’d just realized she’d left the oven on or something.

“I’m so sorry to put you in this position,” Mandy said, looking back and forth between her and Brent. “I’d hoped he’d healed enough and felt secure enough with you to cope with this, but we both knew there was a chance he’d react badly. That’s why…” She bit her lip and turned to Hake. “I think you should tell them.”

He picked up her hand from the table and kissed the back, then reached over with his free hand to pluck Ariel’s from her lap and held it, too.

“That’s why this afternoon happened,” he continued where Mandy had left off, “although we hadn’t planned for it to happen the moment we arrived. We were thinking we’d wait until the day after Christmas, let everyone enjoy the holiday in peace before we put Joe to the test, but as usual, events unfolded in their own time.”

Looking puzzled, Ariel asked, “What happened this afternoon?”

Hake winced dramatically. “You’ve forgotten it already? I must be losing my roleplaying mojo.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Her cheeks were rosy but she was smiling. “Trust me, I haven’t forgotten anything about
that
part of this afternoon.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He kissed the back of her hand. “But there was more going on than you were aware of, sweet girl. Mandy wanted to give you that role-play fantasy before we started the dialogue about the baby because there was a very real possibility we wouldn’t have a chance to do it afterward. We both knew the baby might be a barrier to our continuing as a group, and we wanted to do everything we could to cement the bonds between all of us ahead of time.”

Everything suddenly clicked into place for Brent. “I knew it. You were staking a claim, weren’t you?”

“I was declaring my love and making a commitment,” Hake corrected. “To all of you. You’re my cousin, Brent, so you were already stuck with me, but I wanted it clear that Joe and Ariel are mine the way Mandy is yours. The three of you have your own relationship, and I’ve kept my dick out of both of them for the last year—and Joe’s dick out of me—to give it time to take root, but this baby created its own deadline and I had to go with it. I think it’s obvious we all belong together, and I won’t let this relationship go down without one hell of a fight. That fight starts with Joe.”

“Thank God.” Brent sagged in his chair as most of the tension drained out of him. “I don’t think I can keep him from leaving by myself. It’s been brewing for months, maybe even since the beginning, and I’ve felt things trying to come to a head for weeks. This was just the excuse he was waiting for to run away from what we’ve got going. Sometimes it seems like he’s got more muscles than brains.”

“Which would be fun under any other circumstances,” Mandy said with a half-hearted grin.

Chuckling, Brent finally put an arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “Yes, it would.”

Hake pulled a visibly trembling Ariel around the corner of the table to sit on his lap and planted a kiss on her temple. “So Brent, you’re good with this?”

“Ariel Jane’s got plenty of love to spare, so yes, I’m good with it if she is.”

“I’m totally good with it,” Ariel told Brent softly, that love shining in her eyes—along with worry. “You won’t let Joe go?”

“Not if there’s anything I can do to stop him. Though we’re going to need a bigger bed,” he added with a grin.

Hake shook his head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There are too many unknowns right now, and we’ve all got some talking to do and decisions to make.”

“And Joes to hammer some sense into,” Brent said grimly.

“No time like the present.” Hake nudged Ariel off his lap and then stood. “Why don’t you girls keep each other company in the master bedroom tonight while we work on Joe.”

Exchanging a tentative smile with Ariel, Mandy said, “We can do that.”

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

The minute he stepped out the side door of the garage, Joe wished he’d put on his coveralls. The snow was flying sideways, so heavily he could hardly make out the sodium-vapor lamp on the machine shed across the road.

Committed now, he pulled the hood of his jacket down and hunched his shoulders against the wind-driven snow as he trudged down the driveway in the dark. Judging by the intermittent drifts he waded through, it must have snowed a good four or five inches already. At this rate they’d be snowed in by morning. AJ and Mandy would be thrilled, but the idea had Joe’s skin itching again—it felt like it had grown too tight to contain his body today, like he was about to burst from its confines in a fit of fear-driven angst and leave it in a gory pile in the snow. He
had
to have a way out.

When he reached the shed, he opened the walk-in door and flipped on the lights, stomping hard on the rubber mat to knock the snow off his boots. Then he leaned down and brushed off the fine coating of snow on his jeans, leaving them slightly damp.

The first order of business was plugging in the 210’s engine block heater and clearing a path to the snow blade so he could start plowing as soon as the wind died down tomorrow. The maintainer didn’t usually make it by here the first day after a big storm and right now he needed to be able to drive away. In fact, he might just call up Dykstra in the morning and see if they had a long-haul load for him. He’d kept the semi tuned up and ready to go, in case he couldn’t take being home-bound all winter—he just hadn’t expected to need it this quickly.

After he’d plugged in the engine heater on the semi too, he made his way across the shed’s pristine concrete floor to their newly finished, insulated workshop. It was warm enough inside for him to leave off his coat so he went straight to his workbench and started sanding the pieces of AJ’s second quilt rack by hand with fine-grit paper to take his mind off his growing feeling of doom.

His tension gradually ebbed, as it always did when he worked with hardwoods. Not only were they beautiful and durable, but they came in fascinating grains and textures that he loved to bring out in his carpentry projects. He had plans for a number of projects over the winter, including Adirondack chairs and a replica of his mother’s antique dry sink that he’d been stupid enough to sell for a song when he and Caroline split. But if he wasn’t going to be here to finish them…

He drowned out the thought, if not the pain it caused, by cleaning up the fine sawdust with the shop vac and then turned his attention to gluing and clamping the rack’s pieces together. The glue would have to dry overnight before he could apply stain and a clear finish, so he set it aside, wondering what he could work on now that would keep his hands and his mind busy but not require more than a few hours to finish.

A vision of a cradle came to mind, and Joe flinched. Dammit, just what he was working so hard not to think about.

Besides, he didn’t need to make another cradle when he already had…

All Joe’s breath left him like he’d been punched in the gut, and when he finally inhaled sharply, he could feel his ragged heartbeat in his throat. Dear God, could he do it? Could he open that box and put his hands on the first thing he’d ever made for his son, the only one he’d saved for himself when he and Caroline disposed of sixteen years’ worth of possessions along with their marriage?

Joe didn’t give himself time to think about it. He walked out the door, around the side of the workshop and straight up the raw pine steps to the open storage area above. There wasn’t much up here, just the few boxes he hadn’t quite been able to part with over the years. The one he was after sat right at the end, and like all of them, it was free of damage from pests—he was always careful to keep mouse bait nearby.

Brushing a couple years’ worth of country dust off the top with his hand, he scooped up the box and carried it downstairs. When he knelt beside it on the workshop’s low-pile gray carpet and reached for the packing tape sealing it shut, his hands shook. Part of the box’s outer flaps peeled away with the tape, but inside, the unbleached packing paper lay undisturbed.

He took a deep breath and pulled it all out to reveal the cradle.

It looked just the same, if a little smaller than he remembered—but then he’d always felt that way after Travis outgrew it and moved to a crib at six months. His chest hollowed with longing at the memory, and yet an echo of long-ago joy reverberated through him as he ran his hands over the smooth cherry-stained oak.

The last time Joe had actually seen it, three-year-old Travis had found it in their storage room when Caroline was in there looking for the Christmas decorations. When he discovered his daddy had made it for him, he wouldn’t rest until Joe put it back in his room. That evening, an hour before bedtime, Joe had found him already dressed in his Buzz Lightyear pajamas and trying to squeeze into the cradle with his pillow and Toy Story blanket.

This time the memory startled a laugh out of him.

And then made him lay his body over the box and weep.

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

Well this didn’t look good—Joe already had his escape plan lined up and ready to execute.

Brent’s stomach churned as he and Hake inspected Joe’s preparations for a quick departure. They were going to have to make some serious dents in his fucked-up belief system. Or his head. “We could just slash all his tires.”

“Taking the keys would be cheaper,” Hake said laconically.

Brent raised his brows. “For
him
. If cleaning out his bank accounts is what it takes to keep him here, I’m all for it.”

“Just the same, let’s save that as a last resort, okay?”

Brent shrugged. “Whatever it takes.”

They’d given Joe a half-hour to cool down and come back in, but when he didn’t return, Brent figured he’d come over here to work on one of his projects. By the time they followed him across the road, his tracks in the snow had all but disappeared. The way the wind was blowing, they could have six-foot drifts by morning. Joe would have a hell of a plowing job on his hands if he wanted out that badly—he’d have to take the tractor all the way to the interstate five miles away.

“Think he needs another fight?” Hake asked.

Brent winced, remembering the last time he and Joe had gotten into a physical confrontation. He’d let Joe goad him into starting it, and then Joe had finished it with humiliating ease—right before he fucked Brent’s ass for the first time. The whole thing had been painful, from beginning to end, but he didn’t know that he’d change any of it if he could because it had finally opened Joe up emotionally. “He might.”

“Unless you object, I’m gonna top him.”

Brent would be up for anything right now if it kept Joe from leaving. “He could definitely use it,” he told Hake. “His control issues are rearing their ugly heads again.”

Hake just nodded, and Brent knew he could relate. They both could. Farming wasn’t a career for control freaks—you had to learn where the line was between what you could control and what was out of your hands, and just accept it. Prepare for it. Do what you could to capitalize on it when things went your way and mitigate the damage when they didn’t. Gnashing your teeth over things like grain prices and weather forecasts didn’t gain you anything except worn-down teeth.

Joe had learned that lesson long ago about farming, and the state of the nation, and he could even pinpoint where other people had control issues in their personal lives. But when it came to his own personal life, he had zero objectivity. Of course, it was always easier to see the flaws in other people’s reasoning than it was in your own—there was no mirror you could look into and compare yours with theirs the way you could with physical flaws—but there came a point where you just had to rely on your emotional anchors, the people in your life who kept you grounded, for perspective.

That was a lesson Joe was probably going to have to be taught several times before it took.

“You ready to beard the farmer in his den?” Hake asked. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You got lube?”

Grinning, Hake pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and held up a travel-sized bottle. “Never leave home without it.”

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