do.
“Not you,” Cam said quietly, putting a hand on TJ’s chest. “I told you that the accident had taken my heart and soul and shredded them into pieces. I was done, man. Ready to check out, and you knew it. Do you remember what you told me?”
TJ let out a breath, his throat feeling tight. It’d been dark and terrifying times, trying to reach Cam, save him, when he hadn’t wanted to be either reached or saved. “I told you that your heart and soul might be shredded, but they were still beating. They weren’t destroyed.”
“And?”
“And that all you had to do was take your head out of your own ass long enough to put yourself back together.”
“And?”
TJ grated his back teeth together. “Gee, Cam, maybe you should tell me.”
“Not as much fun that way. What else?”
TJ sighed. “And that maybe you’d have to do as you’d never done and actually work hard at something.”
Cam nodded. “Because up until that moment, I hadn’t had to work hard for much in my entire life. Also thanks to you, by the way. You always took care of me.”
Behind them, Annie sniffed. “Goddammit. No one warned me this would be a tissue day. I’m actually wearing mascara!”
Nick pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her, settling his hands on the bump of Not-Abigail.
Cam nudged TJ in the chest again. “It was good advice, Teej.”
“Yeah. But my heart and soul aren’t shredded.”
“Maybe not, but they haven’t been whole, not for a damn long time, maybe not since Sam died.”
“Not the Sam card again.”
“Not Sam,” Cam said very quietly. “You. You’re finally back to letting someone in other than us.”
“This isn’t about me. Harley doesn’t want-” TJ broke off. She didn’t want casual.
And he hadn’t exactly offered her anything else, had he? At the realization, he closed his gritty eyes.
It was him after all.
Skye was standing at Harley’s kitchen counter, slurping up a bowl of Frosted Flakes.
“Why can’t you inhale the crappy cereal?” Harley asked her.
“This is the crappy cereal. I left you some.”
Harley picked up the box of Frosted Flakes and shook it. Approximately three crumbs rumbled around.
“Well, you did say you didn’t want to have to run today. Consider this me doing you a favor.”
Harley sighed and poured herself a bowl of the healthy stuff. It had raisins. Hurray.
“You have e-mail,” Skye said, and gestured with her spoon to the open laptop on the table. “Colorado wants you to respond to their job offer.”
“You read my mail?”
“You have fun spam. You got two penis enlargement offers and someone named Trixie wants to meet you. What the hell’s taking you so long to get back to them about the job offer? Don’t you want it anymore?”
Of course she wanted it.
Didn’t she?
“Harl?”
“Yeah,” she said absently. “I want it.”
“Good.” Skye tipped her bowl up to her mouth and drank the leftover milk. “Since you’ll be gone, I have a question.”
“Yes, you can have my truck. I’m going to need to buy a newer one.”
“Actually, I was going for something different. Something less…inanimate.”
“Like?”
“Like Nolan.”
Harley blinked.
“Are you mad?” Skye asked.
“Nolan,” Harley repeated. “And you.”
“I know, he seems so…tame for me, right? But I have a feeling that beneath that easygoing exterior beats the heart of a real tiger.”
“But you’re leaving, too. You’re going to the city.”
“Which is only like three hours away. Far enough that I have plenty of space, yet close enough for wild animal sex on the weekends. Jeez, Harley, these days no one lets long distance keep a relationship down.”
TJ stood in his bedroom packing for the early morning flight to Seattle, then Anchorage. He’d made this particular Alaska trip at least a dozen times. It was a combination rock and mountain climbing/guided trek, and it required a high level of expert skill from his client. Normally for a trip like this, TJ would take clients out on a shorter trek first to prove their skills, but in this case, Colin West was a repeat client. He and TJ had taken the exact same trip three years ago.
Colin was a forty-year-old surgeon who rock climbed in his spare time. The reason the trip was so last minute was because he was supposed to be getting married to his longtime girlfriend Lydia that weekend, but he’d panicked.
And he’d needed an escape.
TJ had just had a late dinner at the lodge. Annie had cooked all his favorites, joking that by the time he got back she wouldn’t be able stay on her feet that long. Hell, she’d probably not even be able to see her feet. When he’d laughed and agreed, she smacked him on the back of his head. Then hugged him good-bye so tight that he’d had to check his ribs afterwards for cracks. Katie and Emma had sandwiched him with hugs as well, and he pulled them both in close, smirking over their heads at his brothers when he got lots of kisses, too.
“Hands off my woman,” Stone said mildly, and pulled Emma from him.
So TJ had held onto Katie, the both of them laughing when Cam yanked her free as well.
Then he’d been left alone in the kitchen with Annie and Nick, who were locked in each other’s arms against the counter. Annie was nuzzling Nick’s throat, and he had a hand curled low and protective on her belly, a look on his face that could only be described as bliss.
TJ walked out the back door without them even realizing he was gone. Back in his cabin, he finished packing, then stood in the middle of the living room he’d built with Cam and Stone. The place was small but the high, open- beamed ceilings made it seem much larger than it was, aided by the large picture windows. Still, it was big enough for him, and comfortable, especially since he was hardly ever home for more than a week at a time. Anyway, it’d always felt like more of a place to stay than home. He’d never really thought about that before. The cabin was more a part of his journey than his destination.
There came a soft knock on his door. Figuring it was someone named Wilder, he called out, “it’s open,” but to his surprise, Harley walked in.
And his heart kicked hard.
CHAPTER 27
Harley gave up trying to explain to herself why she needed to drive out to TJ’s the night before he left. There were no words for what she needed. There were only the feelings that he’d accused her of trying to avoid.
Fat chance of truly being successful at that. She’d been feeling something for him in one form or another for too many years to count.
But apparently, for once, he didn’t have words either. He stood in the doorway between his kitchen and the living room, arms up and braced on the oak doorjamb, looking dead sexy.
And dead set on letting her make the first move.
It was her move. She knew that.
He wore a pair of ragged old basketball shorts that fell to his knees and nothing else. His hair was in need of a trim, and it tumbled over his forehead, curling onto his neck. His expression, usually calm and easy, usually amused
