Chapter 7 #2
“He said if they don’t get any leads in the next hour or so, they’re going to get the boats out and look up at the pond,” Jack finished quietly. “I think that’s unnecessary, ’cause Aiden’s too smart to go up there on his own, but—” He glanced at Webb and shrugged.
“But now that he’s brought it up, it’ll give Webb peace of mind to eliminate that possibility,” Hawk said firmly.
Jack looked at him fondly and nodded. “How’re you holding up, Bird?”
“Me?” Hawk shrugged. “Oh, I’m… fine. Worried.”
Jack gave him a look that said he knew Hawk was feeling something closer to terror, but he didn’t call him on it.
Jack bumped Knox’s arm with his own, just the way Knox had done to me in the orchard. “How about you, big guy? You hanging in there?”
Knox looked surprised to be asked. “Yeah.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “Just wish there was more I could do.”
“You’re doing it.” He grasped Knox’s shoulder and shook it. “It’s good that you’re here.”
His hand lingered on Knox’s shoulder for a beat longer than strictly necessary—and heck yes, I noticed.
I was pretty sure Hawk did, too, since his eyes caught on Jack’s hand and stuck there—and it reminded me how just a week ago at dinner, right at this very table, Webb had teased Knox about setting him up with Jack.
At the time, I hadn’t thought a thing about it except maybe, “Good luck to Jack dealing with the cranky lumberjack.” Now, though, I was feeling all proprietary about Knox’s shoulders and contemplating hand-ripping violence for the second time in a week.
This was ridiculous. I was ridiculous.
So ridiculously besotted by this man, with his bottle-green eyes and his sly humor that I’d started thinking of him as my cranky lumberjack.
I’d never been a jealous person, and of all the people to start being jealous over, I’d picked a guy who was insanely attractive and not at all interested in me.
If I started ripping the hands off every guy who wanted Knox, I’d have a trophy collection to rival any serial killer, and I still wouldn’t be any closer to finding someone in Vermont who could help me get over my sexual frustration.
Besides which, Jack was probably exactly the kind of person Knox should end up with.
Jack had seemed friendly and fun the couple of times I’d been to the diner.
He was in his early or maybe mid-thirties.
He owned his own business and was settled in Little Pippin Hollow.
He probably wasn’t the sort of person to drink too many gin and tonics, or if he did, he’d handle them without vomiting in front of Knox.
He wouldn’t talk and talk and talk endlessly or throw himself at someone who wasn’t interested in him sexually.
He probably had his own opinions on efficient dishwashing, and he and Knox could have thrilling discussions about the best ways to fold socks or whatever.
Maybe he was precisely the right sort of person to put that happy-go-lucky smile back on Knox’s face.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away. “I just forwarded you that list of classmates, Knox.”
“Thanks, Goodman. I’ll get started on that.” Knox picked up his phone again.
“And I guess I’ll text Amanda, just in case,” said Webb, with the same enthusiasm one might use when volunteering to remove their own appendix.
Sally Ann lifted herself off the rug by the door and shook herself, making her tags jingle. She gave a single bark and then whined at the door.
“You need to go out, baby girl? Poor thing’s probably worried, too.” Marco sighed, preparing to push himself up from the table, but I held up a hand.
“I’ve got it,” I said quickly. “I could use the fresh air.”
I opened the door for the dog and followed her out onto the porch and down the steps to the yard.
The evening air was cool against my overheated cheeks.
Every exterior light was on, and the visitor parking area was filled with searchers’ cars.
Past the barn, down in the largest of the U-pick orchards, I could see lights and movement as the police officers searched.
But the area immediately around the house was silent. Peaceful.
I stuffed my hands into my sweatshirt pockets—Knox’s sweatshirt pockets—and took a deep breath. The air smelled like woodsmoke and apples, which had become really familiar and comforting over the past week or so.
Where the hell was Aiden?
“What’s this? We gonna tour the yard?” I asked Sally Ann.
She was usually happy to do her business on the grass behind the house, but tonight she seemed to want to stroll the perimeter, trotting a little ways up the drive and over to the gravel parking area before circling back to me, like she wanted to make sure I was following.
“Guess you didn’t get enough exercise today, huh? ”
I followed along after her because I’d heard Webb talking about the coyotes in the area a couple of nights before, and the last thing the Sundays needed was something else to worry about.
“Hey! Slow down!” I called as Sally Ann sped up past the fence where the cows grazed and headed toward the gift shop barn. “If you lead me to the cows, I’m letting them have you first. You hear me? I will not be trampled for your amusement, Sally Ann.”
A familiar childish giggle filled the quiet air, and I froze, looking around at all the places where shadows congregated.
“Aiden,” I called quietly, my heart beating crazily as I wondered if maybe I was going crazy.
A soft, sad “Yeah” came back, and my heart beat even faster for a whole other reason.
I followed the sound—and Sally Ann’s running feet—past the gift shop barn to the outside stairs that led to my barn-apartment, and then up. Aiden was perched on the top step, clutching his backpack, his face full of Sally Ann’s fur.
“Oh, holy sh—shoot.” I was so relieved, I pressed a hand to my chest to keep my heart from bursting out of my rib cage.
I stopped two steps away and scooted the dog out of the way so I could touch the boy’s knee, just to reassure myself he was really there.
“Aiden! Dude, are you okay? Everyone is looking for you.”
“I’m okay,” he whispered. He tilted his head up so I could see his face in the spotlight, and I saw that his eyes were big and frightened. “Am I in trouble?”
“No,” I said immediately. “No way. Everyone is gonna be so glad, buddy. But where did you go? You didn’t come home after school, and your Uncle Drew freaked—”
“My mom was there,” he whispered, wide-eyed like he still couldn’t believe it.
“I haven’t seen her in months and months—only because she lived far away for her job and couldn’t come back to see me.
But when I was about to get on the bus, her car was parked right there in front of the school, and she got out and hugged me.
She wanted to hang out with me, Gage. Just like she said on the phone. ”
“On the phone?” I knew Aiden didn’t have a phone… but I was pretty sure Sunday Orchard had a landline.
He squirmed a bit in discomfort. “Yeah? She, um… she called me one time when I was home sick. And then, um… she maybe told me which days to pretend I was sick so I could be home to talk to her,” he finished in a whisper.
“Ah.” That explained his constant stomachaches.
I tried not to look as angry as I felt and to remember that Webb’s ex-wife had a story in all this, too, but encouraging a kid to lie to their parent… Ugh.
“What happened today?” I prompted. “After she showed up.”
“Well.” Aiden’s words tumbled over themselves in his excitement.
“Mr. Williams was worried and said we should call Dad, but Ms. Oliver said it was fine. So we left! And my mom let me ride up front in her car without a booster because she said I was plenty tall enough, and we went for pizza, and she said I was so much smarter and more grown-up than I’d been last time she saw me, and she let me order a sundae that wasn’t on the kids’ menu and drink as many sodas as I want.
She told me about her new house, too! It has a big giant pool and a room that can be my room, and I can decorate it however I want, and I told her about my science fair project you’re helping me with, and she said she was so proud, and…
” He took a deep breath and seemed to run out of steam all at once.
“I didn’t call Dad. I didn’t know how without making her mad. ”
I closed my eyes and grimaced. Yeah, I was definitely not feeling positive thoughts for Aiden’s mother.
“When she dropped me off, Mom said Dad was gonna be upset at me for not coming home because he’s jealous of Mom and doesn’t love her anymore and because he’s an unreasonable…
um.” He winced. “Bad word. So I came up here because I was thinking maybe I could live with you and Uncle Knox until he calms down.” Aiden hesitated.
“Dad yelled at me the other morning, remember? I didn’t like it. ”
I shook my head wordlessly. I was completely unqualified to give Aiden any answers, and I didn’t envy Webb any of the shit he was about to have to deal with.
“I think the only thing you have to worry about is your dad squeezing you so tight your head pops off.” I ruffled his hair and held out a hand. “Come see.”
Three hours later, I finally padded down the farmhouse stairs and through the darkened living room to the kitchen.
Aiden had begged me to stay with him until he fell asleep—which was adorable but kind of odd, since at least five of his relatives, including Webb, were keeping watch in the kitchen, and I would have imagined he’d have picked one of them.
Webb had made it clear he hadn’t been angry at Aiden at all.
What he had been was devastated, and guilty, and so furious at his ex-wife and everyone at the elementary school who hadn’t stopped Aiden from going with Amanda—though, from what I understood, this was technically allowed under their custody agreement so long as Amanda gave “proper notice” to Webb, which she had not—that Jack had taken Webb’s phone away to stop him from yelling anymore.