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“That’s bull,” Zach fired back. “The bottom line is that you did your job when it counted most.”

“But that’s before the little ball of dread. I can’t be counted on to be there the next time. I don’t trust myself.”

Zach let out a snort of derision. He’d taken a life in the line of duty before, so he could relate to what she was feeling, but he also knew his sister. He stepped back and held her upper arms, waiting until she met his gaze to say, “Well, that’s just silly. I understand leaving if you’re not happy. That’s no way to go through life. But don’t do it because you don’t believe in yourself, Gabi. There’s not a doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t perform under fire or in any sort of emergency. Frankly, if I had any doubt at all, I wouldn’t have put you back on the job.”

She let out a long sigh. “I wish I could be as certain. But even if I were, I don’t think I’d want to stay. Something has changed in me since the shooting, Zach. It makes me sad, but the uniform doesn’t suit me.”

“Tell that to all the male tourists who get whiplash watching you stroll around town.”

“I said it didn’t suit me, not that it didn’t look good on me.” She sniffed pridefully, then grinned for an instant before becoming serious once more. “I feel like I’m at a crossroads. It’s time for me to turn in a different direction.”

A thought occurred to Zach, and his heart gave a little lurch. “Will you stay in Eternity Springs?”

“Definitely. I’m going to ask Mom if I can work with her at the B&B. She’s going to need help whether she’ll admit it or not.”

“True.” Zach wondered, though, if having Gabi as Maggie’s helper was a good idea. He’d never forget the argument they’d had over how to scramble eggs when he was convalescing. Those were two hardheaded women.

“So, you and I are okay? You don’t think I’m a coward?”

Zach grinned. “You and I are just fine, and I think it takes an exceedingly brave person to want to work with our mother.”

Ruefully, Gabi shrugged. “Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“Maybe.”

They discussed resignation-related procedures for a few minutes, then Gabi departed. Watching her go, Zach experienced a vague sense of unease. He knew the woman well as a deputy and a friend. He knew her less well as a sister. Was the idea of working with their mother a good thing for Gabi and Maggie, or a bad thing for them both? Adult children working with parents faced a peculiar set of challenges. For that matter, parents working with adult children did, too. And Maggie was still trying to figure out widowhood.

Yikes. Maybe he should try to talk to them, caution them. Better yet, get Savannah to do it. She was tight with both Gabi and Maggie.

No, he’d better stay out of it. When did an attempt to mediate with two women ever work out for a man?

Nevertheless, in the wake of Gabi’s announcement, he felt the need to share his concern with someone who had a better grasp on the effect of this development on his newfound family. Since this was still his day off, he figured he could multitask.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled his pickup into the drive at the house that would be his mother’s bed and breakfast and called to the man on a ladder scraping paint from the north-facing wall. “Hey, Lucca. Want to go fishing?”

Lucca descended the ladder and rolled his shoulders to ease the stiffness in his muscles. He stuck his paint scraper into the back pocket of his jeans and met his brother halfway to his truck. “I guess today is your day off?”

“Yes. And it’s all about me. Savannah went with Maggie to Denver. Thought I’d go fishing above Heartache Falls. Why don’t you come with me?”

Lucca looked at the partially completed job. “I hate scraping paint.”

“I have extra gear in my truck. We can be there in half an hour.”

Lucca’s smile was wry. “I’d love to, but I told Mom I’d finish paint prep while she’s gone. She wouldn’t be happy with me if she came home and found the job half done.”

Zach’s eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. “I can help you out with that. I have that “favorite kid” thing going on right now. I’ll tell her I begged you to come with me and she’ll be delighted.”

“You have a point there.” Lucca looked from his brother to the house and back to his brother again. “Let me lock up.”

The road Zach took up beyond Heartache Falls was little more than a tire-rutted path. The scenery was a feast for the eyes with snowcapped mountains, wildflower-dotted meadows, and a heavenly blue sky. The first part of the drive passed in comfortable silence between the brothers, but as they climbed up toward the timberline, Lucca picked up on the fact that Zach had something on his mind.

He braced himself, expecting some sort of probe about his emotional well-being. Instead, Zach surprised him. “Gabi resigned from the sheriff’s department today.”

“What?” That came right out of the blue. “I thought she really liked her job.”

“She gave me her two weeks’. She says she’s going to help run the B&B.”

“What?” Lucca’s mouth gaped. Gabi work with Mom? That was borderline lunacy. “But it won’t be ready to open for months.”

“I know. She says she doesn’t want to carry a gun anymore.” Zach summarized the conversation he’d had with Gabi that morning, then added, “I know how to handle this as her boss. I don’t know how to deal with her as a brother. Any advice?”

Lucca rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure I have any to give you. As often as not, the women in our family confound me.”

“As often as not,
women
confound me, period.”

“I hear you, brother.” Lucca gave him a sidelong look. “Trouble in paradise?”

“With Savannah?” Zach gave a slow, satisfied grin. “No. None at all. But that doesn’t mean I always understand her. This is the first time I’ve ever lived with a woman. I had no sisters growing up and my mother wasn’t much on drama. Me and Savannah, we have some issues, we have drama.”

“Leaving law enforcement will mean lots of drama with Gabi.”

“That’s what I thought. What about Maggie? How will she take it?”

Every time Lucca heard Zach refer to their mother as Maggie, he felt a little sad for her. He respected the fact that Zach still considered his adoptive mother his mom, but he knew Maggie Romano well enough to know that part of her craved to hear Zach refer to her using that term. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Mom has changed since Dad died. In some ways she seems stronger to me, but in others … I don’t know. I still sense a fragility inside her.” He paused a moment, then added, “A lot has happened to the Romanos in the past couple of years. Now we’re a bunch of head cases.”

Zach gave him a peculiar look and Lucca winced. “That didn’t sound right. I don’t mean you, Zach. You’ve been the best thing that’s happened to our family since we lost Dad.”

Zach opened his mouth but obviously had second thoughts about what he’d been about to say. Lucca arched a questioning brow and Zach shrugged. “Tell me about him.”

“Dad?”

“Yes. Since I never got to meet him, I’m curious. What was he like?”

“Well, as you’ve probably guessed because he passed the trait along to the rest of us, he was tall and athletic. He was the son of Italian immigrants. Came from a large Catholic family. Between Mom’s family and his we have so many cousins I’ve lost count.”

“I’ve heard those types of details. I’m curious what he was like as a father.”

“He was a great dad. We all looked up to him. He was smart as a whip and very charismatic. He could have sold a snowball to an Eskimo. Everybody loved him.”

“Sounds like Gabi.”

Lucca nodded. “I always thought she was more like Dad than any of his sons are. He treated her differently, not only because she was the only girl, but because I think he saw himself in her. Not that he let her get away with stuff. He was strict with all of us, but he left the disciplining up to Mom. He was the threat she used to keep us in line. ‘Don’t make me tell your father.’ We didn’t want that, either, believe me. The very worst thing in the world was disappointing Marcello Romano.”

“So you were all a bunch of angels?” Zach asked.

“Not hardly.” Lucca grinned at the idea. “Max, Tony, and I got into our share of trouble, but Dad’s ‘boys will be boys’ category was pretty big. He didn’t give us grief about sneaking out of the house or underage drinking or sleeping around—as long as we got out of the house and back into it without Mom finding out, didn’t mix drinking and driving, and swore we wore condoms.”

“Did he have that same attitude where Gabi was concerned?”

“Oh, no. Dad was old-fashioned. Mom was a stay-at-home mom, and Dad wouldn’t have had it any other way. If Gabi hadn’t earned a basketball scholarship, I’m not sure he’d have sent her to college—unless it was nursing school or beauty school.”

“What did he think about her becoming a cop?”

Lucca smiled at the memory. “It was World War Three. Mom stood up for Gabi, though, so he couldn’t do much more than grumble and bluster. Mom didn’t take positions against him often, and when she did, she usually got her way.”

“I know that feeling,” Zach said. “Savannah is like that. Most of the time, she’s pretty easygoing, but when something really matters to her, she’s implacable. There is no changing her mind.”

“Speaking of implacable women, what can you tell me about my next-door neighbor?”

Zach glanced his way. “I assume you don’t mean Mrs. Winsted?”

“Is her first name Hope?”

“Catherine.”

Mrs. Winsted must be the elderly woman who lived in the house to his south. “I’m talking about the redhead with the dog and the big Bambi eyes.”

“Ah, Hope Montgomery. I didn’t know she had a dog.”

“An annoying, yappy little terrier mix. With puppies.”

Chuckling, Zach asked, “You don’t like little dogs, Lucca?”

“I don’t like dogs, period,” Lucca fired back.

Zach looked taken aback by that. “Really? I’m surprised. Gabi has told me about the antics of the Labradors you and Tony got for one of your birthdays. I thought you were a dog lover, too.”

Lucca had never told anyone about the puppy that Seth Seidel had brought onto the Ravens’ team bus or the part it had played in the accident. “No, not particularly. Back to Hope … Montgomery, was it? She’s always coming and going from her house. What does she do for a living?”

“Easier question might be what she doesn’t do. I heard Celeste say just last week that from now on when she’s going to use the cliché ‘busy as a beaver’ she’ll say instead ‘busy as Hope Montgomery.’ She teaches at our school. Kindergarten and high school English, I think. Or maybe math. This summer she’s been working at the tourist office, conducting tours for the historical society, helping out up at the Davenports’ camp, and once a week she leads an alpine mountain bike tour. I think she’s become fairly good friends with Maggie and Gabi, actually. So, are you interested?”

“If she’s friends with Mom and Gabi, not anymore.”

Zach smirked. “That’s probably smart. You’d be letting yourself in for all kinds of interference.”

“I already have more than my share of that.” Then, feeling the need to change the subject, he asked, “So, I understand you’re an avid fisherman. Want to hear about the barracuda I caught off Cozumel?”

Talk turned to fish stories until they arrived at Zach’s destination where they set about turning talk into action. When he caught his first trout forty minutes later, Lucca realized he was enjoying the morning more than any in recent memory.

He had always loved being outdoors. Spending so much of his time in a gym had given him a real appreciation of fresh air and blue sky. Fishing for trout in a burbling mountain stream on a sunny day was about as good as it got. He was glad he had accepted Zach’s invitation.

But just as he drew back his rod to send the line sailing, a trio of ugly truths slithered through his brain.
Seth Sei-del doesn’t get to go trout fishing. Alan Palmer doesn’t get to enjoy a summer afternoon. Brandon Gates might, but he does it from a wheelchair.

In that moment, his enjoyment of the day evaporated like mist. He set down his fly rod, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked away from the creek headed toward the road, trying to outpace his demons. He walked downhill—for how long he couldn’t say. He was lost in his thoughts and the misery of his memories.

Eventually, Zach’s truck pulled up beside him and the passenger side window rolled down. “Want a lift?” Zach asked.

Shaken from his reverie, Lucca hesitated. “Hey man, I’m sorry. I just … I needed to walk.”

“No problem. Let it go, Lucca. The whole purpose of coming up here was to do what we felt like doing. Hell, sometimes I’ll come up here to go fishing, and I never touch a fly to water.”

Lucca nodded, grateful for the unstated understanding, and climbed into the truck. “Thanks for bringing me along, Zach. It’s a peaceful place.”

“Lots of places around Eternity Springs are peaceful. You’ll be surprised what you’ll find and where you’ll find it. All you have to do is open your eyes to the possibilities.”

Hope was physically tired and emotionally exhausted when she arrived home following the end of a session up at the Davenports’ summer camp, the Rocking L Ranch. While volunteering in the craft studio the past week, she’d befriended a little girl from Louisiana whose personal story about losing both her mother and brother to cancer had ripped Hope’s heart out.

She wanted to soak in a hot bathtub, read a book, sip a glass of wine, and unwind. Unfortunately, she discovered that her water heater had picked that day to go out, so she not only had to spend an extra half hour on the phone making arrangements to have it replaced, but the bath she’d looked forward to wasn’t going to happen.

Instead, after tending to the puppies, she pulled on a sweater, poured her wine, and stepped out into the backyard, Roxy at her side. The temperature had dropped with the setting of the sun, making it the chilliest evening in recent weeks and heralding the advent of autumn, which was just around the corner.

Hope took a seat on the lounge chair that sat next to the fountain she’d installed earlier that summer, and Roxy hopped up into her lap. Hope stroked the dog’s coat and smiled. She loved the sound of flowing water, and since she couldn’t afford a home on Angel Creek, she’d decided this was the next best thing. Against the backdrop of a burbling fountain, she gazed up at the star-filled night sky, drew a deep breath, then exhaled the stress of the day. Picking out the Big Dipper, she thought about her daughter. Was Holly out there somewhere looking up at the same stars, too? She’d like to think so.

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