Page 68 of Legacy of Lies
Garrison closed the truck door behind Sara and turned to his brother. “Where’s Eric?”
“Resting on the futon in my room for a while. We’ll switch off in an hour or so.”
Right. Because the guest bedroom was occupied. Great. “Fair enough. You guys see anything?”
“No, it’s been quiet. And I don’t like it. Feels wrong, you know?”
His brother’s psychic ability had nothing to do with sensing danger. Those instincts had been earned and honed in the crucible of war, and Garrison took his younger brother’s senses to heart. Nothing they could do right now, other than watch and wait.
Kerr tilted his head toward the truck, his expression lost in the last waning bit of moonlight behind him. “So?”
“So nothing. Sara’s going home to get ready for school.”
“That’s all, Casanova?”
“All that’s any of your business.”
Kerr opened his mouth, but Garrison stopped him with a chop of his hand in the air.
“Not now. Keep an eye out. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
“Roger, will do.” Kerr’s even white teeth shone in the darkness.
The bumpy ride down the dirt road and into town took place in complete silence. Garrison had to check to make sure Sara was still awake.
As they pulled up to her house, she opened the door before the truck stopped.
“Thanks.”
She shut the door on any response and hurried into the house.
Damn. Well, at least he didn’t have to endure messy discussion and hashing out their issues. No awkward good-byes. The relationship had ended before it started.
He wouldn’t dwell on it. He had too many problems to work on right now.
Emptiness hollowed out his chest like a rat chewing a nice, cozy nest.
He threw the truck into gear and hauled ass back to his burnt property.
• • •
It might be Friday, but there was no Thank God included.
Sara dragged herself into the classroom, right on time but not bright-eyed. The thought of facing twenty energetic second-graders held no interest today and, in fact, filled her with dread.
How could she inspire her students if she couldn’t pull her mind out of the mess from last night? After the roller-coaster ride between floating on a fluffy cloud of ecstasy and then being dropped off at her house like the UPS man couldn’t make his delivery fast enough, she didn’t have much left in the tank today.
The buzz of kids filtering into the classroom riled her irritated nerves.
“Hi, Ms. Lopez!” Zach trotted into the room and hung his coat on the hook before taking his seat.
Orange-haired Zach was a miniature of his father.
Garrison. Damn.
What did the man expect? She couldn’t stay the entire night. And he only wanted her as a way to relax.
She shouldn’t have been in bed with a good guy like Garrison in the first place. They had no future. He had a loving family, a great son, the family business, and a solid reputation in town.
