walked into the bank to apply for a mortgage. Taylor offered to introduce her around; she took him up on it. Soon they were dating. She had a childlike innocence that both charmed Taylor and aroused his protective interests, but eventually, she too wanted more than Taylor was willing to commit to. They broke up soon afterward. Now she was married to the mayor’s son; she had three children and drove a minivan. He hadn’t exchanged more than pleasantries with her since her engagement.
By the time he was thirty, he’d dated most of the single women in Edenton; by the time he was thirty-six, there weren’t that many left. Mitch’s wife, Melissa, had tried to set him up on various dates, but those had fizzled as well. But then again, he hadn’t really been looking, had he? Both Valerie and Lori claimed that there was something inside of him they were unable to reach, something about the way he viewed himself that neither of them could really understand. And though he knew they meant well, their attempts to talk to him about this distance of his didn’t-or couldn’t-change anything.
When he was finished he stood, his knees cracking slightly and aching from the position he’d been kneeling in. Before he left he said a short prayer in memory of his father, and afterward he bent over to touch the headstone one more time.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” he whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”
Mitch Johnson was leaning against Taylor’s truck when he saw Taylor leaving the cemetery. In his hand he held two cans of beer secured by the plastic rings-the remains of the six-pack he’d started the night before-and he pulled one free and tossed it as Taylor drew near. Taylor caught it in midstride, surprised to see his friend, his thoughts still deep in the past.
“I thought you were out of town for the wedding,” Taylor said.
“I was, but we got back last night.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I sort of figured that you’d need a beer about now,” Mitch answered simply.
Taller and thinner than Taylor, he was six two and weighed about 160 pounds. Most of his hair was gone-he’d started losing it in his early twenties-and he wore wire-rimmed glasses, giving him the appearance of an accountant or engineer. He actually worked at his father’s hardware store and was regarded around town as a mechanical genius. He could repair everything from lawn mowers to bulldozers, and his fingers were permanently stained with grease. Unlike Taylor, he’d gone to college at East Carolina University, majored in business, and had met a psychology major from Rocky Mount named Melissa Kindle before moving back to Edenton. They’d been married twelve years and had four children, all boys. Taylor had been best man at the wedding and was godfather to their oldest son. Sometimes, from the way he talked about his family, Taylor suspected that Mitch loved Melissa more now than he had when they’d walked down the aisle.
Mitch, like Taylor, was also a volunteer with the Edenton Fire Department. At Taylor’s urging, the two of them had gone through the necessary training together and had joined at the same time. Though Mitch considered it more a duty than a calling, he was someone Taylor always wanted along when the call came in. Where Taylor tempted danger, Mitch exercised caution, and the two of them balanced each other out in difficult situations.
“Am I that predictable?”
“Hell, Taylor, I know you better than I know my own wife.”
Taylor rolled his eyes as he leaned against the truck. “How’s Melissa doing?”
“She’s good. Her sister drove her crazy at the wedding, but she’s back to normal now that she’s home. Now it’s just me and the kids who are driving her crazy.” Mitch’s tone softened imperceptibly. “So, how you holding up?”
Taylor shrugged without meeting Mitch’s eyes. “I’m all right.”
Mitch didn’t press it, knowing that Taylor wouldn’t say anything more. His father was one of the few things they never talked about. He cracked open his beer, and Taylor did the same before leaning against the truck next to him. Mitch pulled a bandanna from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“I hear you had yourself a big night in the swamp while I was gone.”
“Yeah, we did.”
“Wish I could’ve been there.”
“We could have used you, that’s for sure. It was one hell of a storm.”
“Yeah, but if I would have been there, there wouldn’t have been all that drama. I would have headed straight to those duck blinds, right off the bat. I couldn’t believe it took you guys hours to figure that out.”
Taylor laughed under his breath before taking a drink of his beer and glancing over at Mitch.
“Does Melissa still want you to give it up?”
Mitch put the bandanna back in his pocket and nodded. “You know how it is with the kids and all. She just doesn’t want anything to happen to me.”
“How do you feel about it?”
It took a moment for him to answer. “I used to think that I’d do this forever, but I’m not so sure anymore.”
“So you’re considering it?” Taylor asked.
Mitch took a long pull from his beer before answering. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“We need you,” Taylor said seriously.
Mitch laughed aloud. “You sound like an army recruiter when you say that.”
“It’s true, though.”
Mitch shook his head. “No, it’s not. We’ve got plenty of volunteers now, and there’s a list of people who can replace me at a moment’s notice.”
“They won’t know what’s going on.”
“Neither did we in the beginning.” He paused, his fingers pressing against the can, thinking. “You know, it’s not just Melissa-it’s me, too. I’ve been at it for a long time, and I guess it just doesn’t mean what it used to. I’m not like you-I don’t feel the need to do it anymore. I sort of like being able to spend some time with the kids without having to go out at a moment’s notice. I’d like to be able to have dinner with my wife knowing that I’m done for the day.”
“You sound like your mind’s already made up.”
Mitch could hear the disappointment in Taylor’s tone, and he took a second before nodding.
“Well, actually, it is. I mean, I’ll finish out the year, but that’ll be it for me. I just wanted you to be the first to know.”
Taylor didn’t respond. After a moment Mitch cocked his head, looking sheepishly at his friend. “But that’s not why I came out here today. I came out to lend you some support, not to talk about that stuff.”
Taylor seemed lost in thought. “Like I said, I’m doing all right.”
“Do you wanna head somewhere and have a few beers?”
“No. I gotta get back to work. We’re finishing up at Skip Hudson’s place.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, how ’bout dinner, then, next week? After we’re back in the swing of things?”
“Steaks on the grill?”
“Of course,” Mitch answered as if he’d never considered another option.
“That I could do.” Taylor eyed Mitch suspiciously. “Melissa’s not bringing a friend again, is she?”
Mitch laughed. “No. But I can tell her to rustle someone up if you want her to.”
“No thanks. After Claire, I don’t think I trust her judgment anymore.”
“Aw, c’mon, Claire wasn’t that bad.”
“You didn’t spend all night listening to her jabber on and on. She was like one of those Energizer bunnies-she just couldn’t sit quietly, even for a minute.”
“She was nervous.”
“She was a pain.”
“I’ll tell Melissa you said that.”
“No, don’t-”
“I’m just kidding-you know I wouldn’t do that. But how about Wednesday? You want to stop over then?”
“That’d be great.”
“All right, then.” Mitch nodded and pushed away from the truck as he fished the keys from his pocket. After
