“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Pru leveled those deep, dark eyes on his. “I know there are unresolved issues between you.”
God, if only she knew the truth—that he was the reason Kennedy had left—she wouldn’t be so quick to offer sympathy.
“It was a long time ago, Pru. There’s nothing to resolve.” Kennedy had made her position clear without saying a word to him. At the memory, temper stirred, belying his words. There were things he needed to say to her, questions he wanted answered. But whatever her faults, Kennedy had just lost her mother, too, and Xander wasn’t the kind of asshole who’d attack her and demand them while she was reeling from that. Chances were, she’d be gone before he had an opportunity to say a thing. He’d gotten used to living with disappointment on that front.
He laid a hand over Pru’s. “Don’t worry about me. How’s Ari?”
She straightened. “Devastated. Terrified. And…” Pru sighed. “Not speaking.”
“Not speaking?”
“Not since I told her. She’d come so far living here with Mom, and this is an enormous setback. No surprise. Especially having just lost her grandmother last year.” Pru continued to bustle around the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and coming to sit with him at the table. Her long, capable fingers wrapped around the mug.
“She upstairs?”
“Yeah. I was trying to get her to eat something when you got here.”
“Poor kid. Have you talked to the social worker yet?”
“Briefly. Mae wants to let us get through the funeral and all the stuff after before we all figure out what to do.”
“Who would’ve been named her emergency guardian if the adoption had gone through?” Xander asked.
“The four of us, probably. I know it’s what Mom would’ve wanted. But there are legal ramifications to the situation, and the fact is, I’m the only one still here.” She sighed. “We’ll have to talk about it after. The one thing I know we’ll all be in agreement on is that we want what’s best for Ari.”
“All four of you have been in her shoes, and you turned into amazing women. I know you’ll do the right thing.” Whatever that turned out to be.
Xander polished off the coffee. “I’m on shift, so I need to be getting back. But, please, if you need anything, Pru, don’t hesitate to call. I’m just down the road.”
She rose as he did and laid a hand on his cheek. “You’re a good stand-in brother, Xander. Mom always loved that about you.”
He felt another prick of guilt, knowing his own involvement with this family had been heavily motivated by trying to make up for Kennedy’s absence. “Yeah well, I ran as tame here as the rest of you when we were kids. Especially when Porter was around.” Giving her another squeeze, he asked, “Can I do that for you? Notify the rest of her fosters? I know you’ve covered your sisters, but there were a lot of kids who went through here over the years. I’m sure they’d like to pay their respects.”
Her face relaxed a fraction. “That would be amazing. I’m sure we’ll have a houseful after the funeral, but I need a chance to gird my loins for the influx. Mom kept a list. I’ll get it for you.”
As she disappeared upstairs, he wandered into the living room. Little had changed over the years. The big, cushy sofas had rotated a time or two. And there’d been at least three rugs that he could remember. But photos of Joan and her charges were scattered everywhere. Xander eased along the wall, scanning faces. A lot of them he knew. A lot of them, he didn’t.
A shot at the end caught his attention. The girl’s face was turned away from the camera, looking out over the misty mountains. She was on the cusp of womanhood, her long, tanned legs crossed on the swing that still hung from the porch outside, a book forgotten in her lap. Her golden hair was caught in a loose tail at her nape. Xander’s fingers itched with the memory of the silky strands flowing through his fingers. She’d been sixteen, gorgeous, and the center of his world. The sight of her still gave him a punch in the gut.
“Here it is.”
At the sound of Pru’s voice, Xander turned away from Kennedy’s picture. Over and done.
He strode over and took the pages she’d printed. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised.
“Thank you, Xander. This means a lot.”
“Anytime.” With one last, affectionate tug on her hair, he stepped outside, away from memories and the looming specter of what might have been.
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Other Books By Kait Nolan
A complete and up-to-date list of all my books can be found at https://kaitnolan.com.
The Misfit Inn Series
Small Town Family Romance
When You Got A Good Thing (Kennedy and Xander)
Til There Was You (Misty and Denver)
Those Sweet Words (Pru and Flynn)
Stay A Little Longer (Athena and Logan)
Bring It On Home (Maggie and Porter)
Rescue My Heart Series
Small Town Military Romance
Baby It’s Cold Outside (Ivy and Harrison)
What I Like About You (Laurel and Sebastian)
Made For Loving You (Paisley and Ty)
Men of The Misfit Inn
Small Town Southern Romance
Let It Be Me (Emerson and Caleb)
Wishful Series
Small Town Southern Romance
Once Upon A Coffee (Avery and Dillon)
To Get Me To You (Cam and Norah)
Know Me Well (Liam and Riley)
Be Careful, It’s My Heart (Brody and Tyler)
Just For This Moment (Myles and Piper)
Wish I Might (Reed and Cecily)
Turn My World Around (Tucker and Corinne)
Dance Me A Dream (Jace and Tara)
See You Again (Trey and Sandy)
The Christmas Fountain (Chad and Mary Alice)
You Were Meant For Me (Mitch and Tess)
A Lot Like Christmas (Ryan and Hannah)
Dancing Away With My Heart (Zach and Lexi)
Wishing For a Hero Series (A Wishful Spinoff Series)
Small Town Romantic Suspense
Make You Feel My Love (Judd and Autumn)
Watch Over Me (Nash and Rowan)
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (Ethan and Miranda)
Burn For You (Sean and Delaney)
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