Muirinn was beyond exhausted now. She just wanted to go to bed. She thanked the cop, saw him out.
Jett hung back. Would you like me to stay, Muirinn?
She knew how difficult it must be for him to make the offer, and all she truly wanted to answer was yes.
Ill be fine, thank you. Officer Gage is right, its probably just vandalism with the place being empty and all. I can call 9-1-1 if the kids come back. Somehow I doubt that they will.
Jett didnt look so sure.
She wondered if his hesitancy was because of Officer Gages chilly attitude toward her. Or because it seemed pretty darn clear that someone had been after something in her grandfathers office. For all Muirinn knew, theyd found what theyd been looking for, and had taken it. And she had no way of knowing what it was.
He reached for a pad of paper by the phone, scribbled something down, then ripped off the top sheet. Heres my number. He looked directly into her eyes. If you need help, Muirinn, I can be over right away. I live next door.
Next door?
Ive taken over my parents house.
She felt the blood drain from her face.
His gaze skimmed over her tummy again, and she wanted to explain, to tell him that she was single; that shed do anything for a second chance.
But he was married. He had a family.
And damn if they didnt all live right next door. Muirinn felt vaguely nauseous at the idea of facing the other woman. She told herself that she was tough, she could handle it. Shed been through enough in her life to know that.
So instead of justifying herself, she became defensive. Youre just dying to judge me, arent you, Jett?
I gave up judging you a long time ago, Muirinn. What you do is none of my business.
And neither was his business hers. Yet here he stood, in her life again. And his words rang hollow.
Look, Im tired, Jett. I dont want to argue. I need to get some sleep.
He studied her for a long moment. You always did get the last word in.
No, Jett. You got the last word eleven years ago when you told me you hated me, and that I should never, ever come back.
His mouth flattened. Muirinn
She swung the door open. Go, please.
And he stepped out into the storm-whipped darkness.
She slammed the door shut behind him, flipping the lock with a sharp click. Then she slumped against the wood, allowing the hot tears to come as she listened to the tires of his truck crunching down the driveway.
Jett stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows in his living room, rain writhing over the panes as he watched the yellow glow coming from the kitchen window of Guss house on the neighboring knoll.
He spun around, pacing the floor. What was he supposed to do?
Tell her?
After all these years?
No. He couldnt. Hed done what he had for a reasonand Gus had helped him do it.
He cursed viciously.
Seeing her pregnant now, back here in Safe Harbor the irony just made everything more complicated.
Jett poured himself a whiskey in spite of the hour and took a long, hard swig, felt the burn in his chest. He exhaled slowly. He had no choice but to ride out this storm that was Muirinn ODonnell. If she stayed true to form, shed probably be gone within twelve months.
He wondered again about the father of her baby; where he was, whether they were married. There was a chance that Muirinns husband would suddenly show up next door and join her. How in hell was he going to swallow that?
At least Troy was away at summer camp for a few weeks, because he was the one person who stood to lose the most in this situation. And Jett did not want his boy to get hurt.
He could not allow Muirinn to do that Troy.
There was just no way he was going to tell his son that Muirinn ODonnell was his motherthat ten years ago shed simply given him away in a private adoption.
He wasnt going to tell Muirinn, either, that hed named their son after her father out of some deep need to connect his boy to his mothers side of the family.
In retrospect, Jett recognized that hed probably been trying to tie himself back to Muirinn in some subconscious way, hoping shed come back.
And now she was back.
Living right next door. Another baby on the way. Another man somewhere in her life. And before too long, shed surely be gone again.
Right or wrong, the only way Jett could ever tell Muirinn the truth was if she somehow proved herself to him. She needed to show that she was worthy of her own son;
that shed stay, and not hurt Troy.
As shed once hurt him.
Chapter 3
Could that laptop and those photographs be what the burglars were searching for last night? Shed removed them from the attic and taken them down to her bedroom mere hours before the break-in. Had her grandfather really been poking into the old Tolkin mystery again? Was that why he was at the mine when he died?
Nothing made sense to her.
Muirinn blew out a heavy breath of air and looked out the window at the clear cobalt skyblue as Jetts eyes. Her gaze shifted slowly over to his deck, jutting out over the trees next door.
An American flag snapped in the breeze, colorful against the distant white peaks. Jett had found Guss bodyhe could tell her more. But Muirinn didnt want to talk to him.