Perfect Fit (30 page)

Sam expelled a long breath. “Okay, so you aren’t getting that rush in meetings. But do you still need it? Really? Or do you get it from other things in your life? Other
people
?” Sam leaned in closer. “One woman in particular?”

“I. Don’t. Know.”
And that was the crux of the problem. Mike expected to need the variety and the constant thrill. Expected it, but as he thought about his brother’s question, Mike could admit that lately, no, he hadn’t missed the adrenaline rush.

“What about women?” Sam asked. “Since Tiffany, you’ve kept them all at a distance, right?”

“Yeah. No promises, no desire to make any. It worked for me.” He drew a deep breath. “Then Dad got sick and asked me to come home.”

“And you came back to Cara,” his brother said, looking at him with that all-knowing gaze he’d perfected as an interrogator.

Cara did it well too. Mike saw detective in their futures and felt a sudden pang of disappointment that he wouldn’t be the one to promote them.

“Cara’s…different,” Mike admitted. “Every time I’m with her, she unsettles me.”

“And it’s a beautiful thing to see,” Sam said with a shake of his head and loud laughter.

Unsettled was an understatement, Mike thought, remembering how Cara had shaken up his well-ordered life. She still did. Each time he made love to her—and he’d long since stopped trying to convince himself it was just sex—was a huge damned emotional reveal.

But Mike wasn’t going there in detail with Sam. Bad enough he sat here unloading his feelings like some damned girl. Because it was like Cara had unraveled him, piece by piece, leaving him at his most vulnerable, raw and exposed.

A place he’d never been. A feeling he’d never expected to have in this lifetime. And one, combined with the pressure in his career, that had him wanting to run.

“Don’t you get it?” Mike asked his brother. “If I say I’ll stay and I can’t back it up with action, it’ll destroy her.”

Sam let out a low whistle. “I’ll be damned,” he muttered, speaking low. “You love her.”

Mike met his brother’s gaze and didn’t answer. He couldn’t. It was one thing for Mike to think it, another for Sam to say it out loud, he thought, his brother adding to the panic his father had recently instilled.

“She know?” Sam asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Hell, I barely know how I feel,” he gritted out, wondering how much more he could have thrown at him in a short time.

Mike looked down and realized he was flexing and unflexing his hand into a tight fist. The one thing Mike did know was that he’d always been up front with her. If he left, at least he’d know he’d never led her on.

“You two look awfully tense,” Erin said, suddenly beside them. She wrapped an arm around each brother’s shoulder. “Need me to referee?”

Mike forced himself to exhale and release the tension he
was holding—or at least attempt to. It was hard enough to talk to Sam. He wasn’t ready to get into it again with his sister.

“We’re just catching up. Nothing serious. We’re finished now.”

“Sure, I miss all the good stuff,” she said, sounding like she did when they were younger.

Mike managed a laugh. He reached into his pocket for cash, tossed money on the bar for his tab, and rose to his feet. “I have to go take care of a few things,” he told his siblings.

He needed to leave here before Cara showed up. She was too in tune to him and would read things in his expression he wasn’t ready for her to see.

Sam eyed him with concern. “Don’t go off half-cocked and do something stupid.”

Mike shook his head. “I’m just going to wrap up a few things,” he assured him.

Sam muttered a curse but let him go.

Mike climbed into his truck and headed to a Holiday Inn just over the border in a neighboring town. He’d put out some feelers and discovered Rex was staying there.

For the life of him, Mike didn’t know why the man was hanging around and decided he needed a nudge to point him in the direction he needed to go. Nervous but refusing to let it show, Mike walked up the stairs to the third floor, needing to cloak himself in his righteous anger before facing the man.

He knocked twice and waited.

Finally, the door swung open and Mike found himself facing Rex. “Got a minute?” Mike asked by way of hello.

“Come on in.” Rex waved a hand.

Mike passed by and walked into the room. Rex, he noticed, was living out of a suitcase, his clothes strewn all over. The one thing that was in order was the makeshift bar the older man had set up on the counter.

“Whiskey?” Rex asked.

“Why not,” Mike said.

Rex poured them both a glass and handed one to Mike. “To us. Father and son.” Rex raised his drink.

Disgust rose in Mike’s throat. “What world do you live in? There is no us. No father and son. And let’s be honest, you don’t want that anyway.” Mike paced the small hotel room, feeling claustrophobic being enclosed with Rex. “You didn’t want a son when you had the chance. You didn’t want me in the almost thirty years that passed since.”

Rex watched and listened in silence.

And when Rex remained quiet, Mike continued. “What I couldn’t figure out, at least at first, was what you wanted. I mean, yeah, you contacted Ella on Facebook, but that was just a rush, right? To see if you could still get her to jump at your charm?”

Rex folded his arms across his chest. “Go on. I’m really enjoying your attempt at analyzing your old man,” he said with a smirk on his face and a sneer in his tone.

“Then I showed up. That must’ve played into your hand, getting your son to come looking for you, at least until you realized I was digging into the past.”

Rex shook his head. “What makes you think I had any kind of agenda?”

“Simple. You’re a narcissist, Rex. It’s all about you. Ella responded to you, I came to you, and you showed up back in Serendipity—not because Simon had cancer, but because you expected to be welcomed with open arms. And when you weren’t? Instead of leaving like a man, you set out to cause as much trouble for Simon as you could.”

“He deserved it. He drove me out of my own hometown—”

“Bailed you out, you stupid bastard,” Mike reminded him. “And he took a risk doing it. Hell, he married your woman, he raised your son—he took on all of the burden and responsibility you couldn’t face. And how do you repay him after all this time? You threaten to expose him and ruin his reputation in
his
hometown.”

Rex’s once-amiable expression changed to a nasty, evil frown. “He turned you against me.”

As Mike had thought, it was all about Rex. “You did that all on your own. I’m here to make you a deal, just like Simon did all those years ago. Leave town and don’t come back.”

Rex took a step forward. “Or what?”

Mike had this covered. “Or you’ll find that no place and nobody in town wants anything to do with you. There will be no business that’ll welcome you, no old friends that will be happy to see you. You’re a man who needs the world to love him, people to dance to his tune, a three-ring circus to surround him with attention. You won’t find it here.”

“You son of a bitch,” Rex said, his eyes darkening with anger.

“It takes one to know one,” Mike said, placing his still-full glass on the desk with a loud thunk.

As he walked out, he realized he felt nothing for the man glaring at him from across the room except pity and contempt.

Off duty and alone, Cara was surprised to find herself
standing outside her mother’s apartment. She’d sat across the way, watching the entrance, waiting for her father to leave. There was an off-track betting site located farther downtown, and Cara knew the old man liked to hang out there. Along with his other out-of-work friends, he could be counted on to spend a good couple of hours there. Cara banked on it as she sneaked into the side entrance of the apartment building and walked up the stairs to see her mother.

A long time had passed since Cara felt the need for her mother. She was surprised she felt it now. But Cara hadn’t seen or heard from Mike since work on Monday. He hadn’t called her. He hadn’t stopped by. And he hadn’t been in to
the station, at least not when she’d been there. She felt his absence in the deepest places inside her, and it hurt.

Along with the emptiness came the desire to talk to her mom. To feel her arms around her and get her advice—no matter how Cara felt about Natalie Hartley’s choices, she was her mother. And Cara needed her more than ever.

Cara wasn’t disappointed. Her mother greeted her with a surprised cry and open arms.

“I waited until Dad left. Nobody saw me come in,” Cara said.

Her mother nodded. “He should be gone for a while.”

“Good.”

“Come sit.” Her mother grasped Cara’s hand and led her to the same sofa that had been here when Cara was a child, a blue velvet, with faded marks and worn patches.

Much like Natalie, who had once been a beautiful woman, with dark hair like Cara’s, and blue eyes, vibrant and full of life, until her husband had beaten her down.

And there was nothing Cara could have done to prevent it. “I’m sorry,” Cara whispered. “For not visiting, for cutting you out of my life.”

Her mother nodded through tears. “Don’t be silly. You have every right to be disappointed in me.”

“Not disappointed, exactly. I just wanted you to leave him.”

“Oh, honey.” Her mother smoothed her hand down Cara’s hair, just as she used to do when Cara was a child. “I can’t go anywhere. I chose my life. He’d just find me and make things more difficult after. I’m used to how things are. And it’s not that bad most of the time.”

Cara couldn’t meet her mother’s gaze and pretend her words were okay. Life was supposed to be so much more than
not that bad most of the time
, she thought, as her tears leaked down her cheeks.

Her mother handed her a tissue from a box on the side table, and they both wiped their eyes.

“Don’t cry for me,” her mother said. “Just don’t make the same mistakes.”

Cara opened her mouth to speak, but her mom shook her head. “No. I need to say this. My mistake was in not trusting my gut from the beginning. For going back each time your father promised to never yell or hit me again.”

This was the first time Natalie had ever spoken about her life, and Cara listened, wide-eyed and stunned, as her mother admitted things they’d only hidden or pretended didn’t exist before.

Her mother sighed. “I wanted so badly to believe him that I closed my eyes to the truth because it would have been so much harder to leave and start over, alone with a child.” Her mother’s shoulders shook, her eyes damp, but she held Cara’s gaze.

“Mom—”

“No, honey. Keep listening. If this is the only chance I get to tell you this, you need to hear me. When you meet a man, don’t listen to what he says. Judge him by his actions, past and present. People can change, but they have to prove it to you. Words are just that.” Her mother leaned in and kissed Cara’s cheek.

“Oh, Mom. There is a man,” Cara said through her tears. She told her mother all about Mike, from their one-night stand to the agreed-upon affair with
No hearts involved
. “I knew the score going in, and I tried so hard not to fall in love.” But she had, and now she felt his absence even though he was still in Serendipity.

Her mother listened, nodded, and finally held out her arms so Cara could get the much-needed hug and support she’d come for. She wasn’t overreacting, either. She could handle his not calling without working herself into a snit, even if he’d promised, knowing he was busy with his life and his job. But he hadn’t shown up at Joe’s on Wednesday night as they’d agreed, nor had he reached out. At all. Cara didn’t appreciate taking the brunt of whatever was bothering
him, nor would she let him push her away without an explanation. She had more self-esteem than that, she thought, glancing at her mother, who was the polar opposite. Still, if Cara felt his absence this much now, she couldn’t imagine the pain she’d feel when he was finally gone.

Too soon, their time together ended. Cara sensed her mother getting antsy and worried, glancing at the clock, worried her husband would return and find them together.

“I’ll go before…” Cara didn’t want to cause her mother any trouble.

“I love you,” her mother said. “And when you’re ready to see me again, I’m here. And if not, I understand that too.”

So accepting, Cara thought, sadly. Even of the way Cara had decided that she wouldn’t enable her mother’s dysfunction. What a crock, she realized now. She hadn’t abandoned Daniella or the shelter women, had she? Just her own mother, because deep down, Cara was too afraid of turning into her.

No more, Cara thought. Her mother needed her as much as Cara needed her mom. “I’ll stay in touch,” she promised. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too.” Her mother’s eyes were brighter as they said their good-byes.

Cara sneaked back out of the building, relieved to have her mother back in her life. Ironic, that the return of one relationship came as she lost another. And Cara didn’t kid herself that Mike was slipping away.

This weekend was Annie and Joe’s wedding. Somehow Cara would get through that day surrounded by family and friends. Then she’d call Mike out on his behavior. It was one thing to have a casual affair, another to withdraw completely at his own whim, she thought, her mother’s advice fresh in her mind.

Judge a man by his actions.

And Mike’s withdrawal, coupled with Simon’s remission
and the fact that he’d obviously be returning to work, told Cara everything she needed to know.

Mike’s time in Serendipity—and with her—was over.

A Saturday morning meeting with the mayor and then
Mike was off to Joe and Annie’s wedding. Thank God this past week was almost over. Two more hurdles to get through and then he was gone.

Mike’s chest hurt, and he didn’t know if it was from the stress of his unresolved family issues, the decision his father was still pressuring him to make, or the fact that he’d basically driven Cara away.

After going silent for four days, he’d texted her Thursday night—
Busy with work. Pick you up at 11 AM for wedding
—since they’d agreed to go together. He got a curt answer back.
Don’t bother. I’ve made other arrangements.
He’d winced even though he deserved it.