Mitch found himself wanting to see what he and Bullet could do.
“Sure,” he said.
She leaned over her horse and whispered something. The animal shot ahead. Mitch tightened his muscles and Bullet raced after her. The wind blew in his face. Despite his amputation, he stayed on the horse without a problem.
Freedom, he thought, grateful for the chance to experience this again. He owed Erin for pushing. Owed and would find a way to pay her back. He would also pay back Skye, but for very different reasons.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SKYE WALKED into the Calico Cafe and found both Lexi and Dana, their friend and Titanville deputy, already waiting.
“Where’s Izzy?” Lexi asked, then slapped her menu on the table. “Don’t tell me you two still aren’t speaking. What’s going on there?”
Dana picked up her coffee. “Let me guess. It’s a man.”
“Sort of,” Skye said, feeling defensive. “I told her about breakfast. She’s the one who said she didn’t want to come.”
“Who’s the guy?” Dana asked.
“He’s not important.”
“But you’re fighting over him?”
“I know.” Skye slid into her seat and nodded when the waitress brought over a pot of coffee. She waited until hers had been poured to say, “I’m tired of Izzy assuming she’s the only guy magnet in the family. I could be one if I wanted.”
Lexi and Dana glanced at each other, then at her.
“Do you want to be one?” Lexi asked.
“That’s not the point.”
“I’m thinking therapy or medication,” Dana said. “Maybe both.”
Skye managed a smile. “I know it sounds crazy. I can’t really explain it. T. J. Boone is-”
“I know T.J.,” Lexi said, looking confused. “I went to high school with him. He lives in Dallas.” She turned to Dana. “You remember him, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh. He’s pretty enough, if you’re into blond guys.”
“This isn’t about his appearance,” Skye said primly. “It’s about principle.”
“The principle of being right?” Dana asked.
Being in law enforcement and basically sensible to her bones, Dana could be counted on to get to the heart of a matter. Normally Skye appreciated that in her friend. Just not this morning.
“Jed is trying to hook up T.J. and me,” Skye said. “Izzy talked to him and then informed me that there’s no way he’s actually interested in me as a person. And that T.J. is wild about her because who wouldn’t be. The way she tells it is that she’s dating him to protect me and, I guess, to save me from myself.” She took a sip of the coffee. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
Lexi shifted in her chair. “There is a chance that Izzy’s intentions are good and that she really is worried about you.”
“Maybe.”
“She’s your sister.”
“I know that.”
Dana leaned forward. “What she’s trying to say is maybe you should be the mature one in all this.”
“Not what I want to hear.”
“Do you even like the guy?” Lexi asked.
“He’s charming and funny and making a serious effort to win me over. I should like him.”
“But?” Dana asked.
“Can we change the subject? Let’s talk about something easier to define, like our evil half brother. Any luck finding out Garth’s source with the media?”
“Not yet,” Lexi said. “Cruz has hired a detective who’s digging around, but so far we’re not even close. If we could just find a way to link him to something, anything illegal, we could call in the police.”
“Speaking for Titanville’s finest,” Dana said. “I’m ready to be called.”
“I’ve spoken with that woman who filed the lawsuit against my spa,” Lexi said. “She later withdrew it. She’s moved away and despite the fact that she’s not working for Garth anymore, she won’t testify against him. She won’t even admit she filed the suit on his request. It’s so frustrating.”
“But he’s good,” Dana said. “You have to give him that.”
“Yeah, good at destroying us,” Skye said. “Why couldn’t we have a normal half brother? One who wanted to bring us flowers and eat fried chicken? Instead we have someone who is plotting our destruction. It’s like being in a James Bond movie but without all the cool gadgets.”
“Or James Bond,” Dana said.
“That, too.”
“I want to get my hands on him,” Dana said.
Lexi looked confused. “James Bond?”
“Garth.”
“He’s not your type,” Skye teased.
“Tell me about it.”
“And speaking of types.” Lexi eyed Skye’s coffee but reached for her juice, then turned to Dana. “Are you seeing anyone?”
A few weeks ago they’d had a girls’ night helping Dana recover from being dumped. At the time she’d made it clear she was far more upset about the guy leaving
“I’m between men,” Dana said. “I’m going to keep it that way for a while.”
“What about you?” Lexi asked Skye. “Are you still going to see T.J.?”
“I don’t know. He’s very nice.”
“Words every man longs to hear,” Dana muttered. “
“Maybe,” she said, knowing she couldn’t tell them the truth. If Jed was serious about her getting together with T.J. then he would pressure her in ways her sister and her friend couldn’t begin to understand. That even now, as a mother herself and a woman with a relatively successful life, she was still afraid of losing her father’s affection.
No matter how many times she told herself she wasn’t that ten-year-old little girl standing over her mother’s dead body, she couldn’t shake the fear of being abandoned yet again. She hated the part of herself that feared Jed, but she also couldn’t ignore it.
“SO, YOU’RE THE JACKASS Joss told me about.”
Mitch looked up from the computer to see a tall man standing in the doorway of his office. The guy was probably in his mid-forties, fit and tanned.
“Who are you?” he asked, already suspecting the truth. Joss wouldn’t be happy just taking away his prosthesis. He would want to make a point, as well.
“I’m Alex.” The guy walked into the office and took a seat without being asked. “Joss asked me to stop by and talk to you.”
Mitch could see both the guy’s hands, so he must have lost a leg. “Which one?” he asked.
“Right. Makes it a bitch to drive. Mid-thigh. I was a kid, driving drunk.” Alex shrugged. “It happens. At least I had the excuse of being a teenager. What’s yours?”
“I fell on a bomb.”
“I don’t mean for losing your leg. I mean for acting like a jerk. From what I hear, you beat yourself up pretty
