Home Bound (19 page)

Declan gave a mirthless laugh. “That about sums up how I was feeling too.” He looked at the three of us sadly and shrugged. “We all know that I’m the slacker of the group. You guys were always picking up after me. I’ve been replaying that day in my mind all this time—trying to figure out what I didn’t see. I remember thinking that the whole exercise was a bust. That there wasn’t a threat. If I had taken it a little more seriously...”

“I was next to him,” I finally said, my voice raw. “I saw everything he saw and I never saw it coming. I heard the order but when I turned to look at Gavin...he was gone. He had moved. I...I thought I heard the order wrong. That we were supposed to move. I was getting up and then...” My voice trailed off, and I took a moment to just breathe. “I thought I had missed something and because I hadn’t moved when Gavin had that I’d...that it was my fault...and...”

“Fuck,” Declan muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Why haven’t we ever talked about this? It’s been two damn years, why are we all just sharing this now?”

“Why didn’t you share it?” I snapped.

He looked away, uncomfortable. “I...I didn’t want anyone to...I thought you’d all...”

“Yeah,” Seb said. “We know. Because we’re all guilty of the same damn thing. We all felt responsible and didn’t know what the hell to do about it. Who the fuck wants to admit that they were responsible for someone’s death? Especially when that someone is like a damn brother to you?”

“So what do we do now?” Declan asked.

“I don’t feel...,” I began and then cleared my throat, “I don’t feel...absolved. There’s a part of me that still feels really responsible. Like I wasn’t watching his back. I should have pulled him back when he moved. If I was paying attention...”

“He still would have moved,” Levi finally said and then shook his head. “I loved Gavin. We grew up together, and he really was like a brother to me. But that doesn’t mean that he wasn’t a pain in the ass.”

I wanted to jump up and yell that he shouldn’t say something like that, but I knew he was right.

“There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about Gavin,” he continued. “And not just because of Harper or my son. I think about him because he was a part of my life for...for my whole life. I miss him every day, that’s never going to change. But we all know that Gavin was...well, Gavin. He didn’t like to take orders. He could be arrogant. That mission...he argued every point of it with me and with anyone who would listen.”

“Yeah, but...” Declan interrupted.

“He didn’t deserve to die,” Levi said immediately. “He didn’t deserve...to die.”

“We couldn’t have stopped him,” Sebastian said quietly, and Declan agreed.

Levi looked directly at me. “You couldn’t have stopped him, Cole. You have to know that. No one could have.”

I looked at the three men who were my only family and saw it in their eyes—what Levi said was the truth. No one blamed me. No one hated me. No one thought I was a killer.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Sebastian reached over and put a hand on my shoulder before reaching for his drink with his other hand. “I think it’s time we let the past stay where it belongs—in the past. It’s time to start looking toward the future.”

“Here, here,” Declan agreed somberly, raising his glass.

Soon we each had our drinks in the air. “To Gavin,” I said and for the first time, it didn’t hurt to say his name.

“To Gavin,” the guys replied.

***

I
t was well after midnight, and I was back in my own bed, in my own home. I couldn’t sleep, and I was just staring at the ceiling. Evangeline’s case was over. Part of me was relieved, but there was another part of me that—stupidly, selfishly—wished that we’d had more time.

How fucked up was that? Essentially I was wishing for her to still be in danger.

I couldn’t believe that we all missed the signs—that Janelle had this previous connection. But then again, it was such a random and little known fact, I could honestly say it would have been nearly impossible to find. Thousands of kids audition for these shows, and being that it was so long ago and the threats had only started recently...well, the whole thing was bizarre.

I was tired.

Tired of dealing with fucked up people. And tired of being fucked up myself.

I closed my eyes, but I could still see Evangeline’s face. I didn’t even fight it. I didn’t even try to make the image go away. If anything, the sight of her gave me peace. For a short span of time, she needed me. Wanted me. Someone as good and clean and amazing as her actually wanted someone like me.

Sigh.

Why was I even here? I asked myself. Not just here on this planet, but here in this house? This town? Why would I choose to come back here? This place held nothing but negative memories. Why was I forcing myself to stay in this rut? Waiting for people to put me down and tell me I was no good?

We have something good. Something better than I’ve had in...ever.

Now it was not just her face but her voice. I played that statement over and over in my mind. I’d been with a lot of women—most of them had told me that what we had was good. But they were referring to the act, the sex, the moment. They all left and hadn’t asked to come back. But Evangeline? She was referring to something more than sex, more than a moment.

And I threw that away.

Not only did I throw it away, I was cruel about it.

Fuck.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that most of the current problems in my life were self-inflicted. I willingly moved back to a place where I knew I was going to be rejected. I’d kept everyone at a distance—even my best friends.

And I threw away the chance to finally have some peace. Some love.

A future.

And damn if I had a fucking clue about how to change it.

Well, that wasn’t true. First thing in the morning, the house goes. I’d put it on the market as-is. I didn’t need the money—I made more than I needed from the security work. And then inspiration struck—once the house sold I’d donate the money to a women’s shelter. Something like what Levi had done in his home town for the homeless. Or better yet, I’d talk to Sebastian and the guys about maybe all of us investing in starting something like that on our own.

For my mother.

Maybe if she’d had someplace to go, a way to get out of the abusive marriage and been able to take care of herself, she wouldn’t have died so young.

My chest actually felt lighter.

It was a start.

Maybe I was finally on my way to getting my shit together.

***

“H
ey, Cole, you got a minute?”

I looked up and saw Sebastian standing in the doorway. It had been three weeks since I spent my last night in my childhood home. I’d been working out of our main office in D.C. We each had a small space near where we lived, but being that I was up in the air with where I wanted to settle down, I was making this my home space for now.

“Sure. What’s up?”

He walked in and took a seat. “It looks like we can secure that building you had your eye on in Baltimore. I talked to the realtor, and because of all of the renovations that we’ll need to do, I was able to negotiate the price down. It’ll take at least six months, but I think that we’ll be able to use that time to set up the foundation and get the proper staffing in place.”

“Six months?” I asked mildly, leaning back in my chair. “That actually sounds pretty fast.”

“We have enough connections between the four of us, and everyone’s really excited about it.” He paused. “You did good, man. Really.” He stood and held out his hand to shake mine. “You’re doing something really good for the community.”

“Thanks.” He walked out, but I didn’t move from my spot. I didn’t intentionally choose to set up the shelter in Baltimore. I thought about getting as far away from there as humanly possible. I didn’t want anyone thinking that I’m trying to buy my way into their good graces. Seb suggested making a corporation so we wouldn’t be directly named on the project, and I readily agreed.

But the area was still home, and in order for me to really feel like it was going to be put to good use, it just made sense for it to be in Baltimore.

And the guys agreed.

At least one part of my life was getting settled.

Deciding I needed to refresh my coffee, I got up and went to the kitchenette. There was no one in there, but clearly there had been earlier—there were dishes in the sink and magazines scattered all over the table. I made a mental note to talk to the staff about cleaning up after themselves.

With a fresh mug in my hand, I turn to leave but one of the magazine covers caught my eye.

Evangeline.

I knew I should keep walking—just ignore it. But I couldn’t. Placing my mug down on the table I picked up the magazine and just took a minute to look at her. It was a current edition, and the article talks about how filming was done on the movie and how she was already generating some serious Oscar buzz for her work.

Good for her.

And I really meant it.

I watched how hard she worked and was blown away by her talent. I was proud of her. It only made sense that Hollywood would see it too. Evangeline was on the cusp of having the serious career that she always wanted and doing away with her teen-idol image.

The magazine fell from my hands as it hit me—we were no different. All the time we spent together, and I had mocked her, her talent, her life. She was exactly like me—trying to shake off the image that everyone had of her and becoming the person she really was and always wanted to be.

Son of a bitch! How could I have missed that? How did I not see it?

Leaving the magazine where it fell, I made my way back to my office and slammed the door. Sometimes I was my own worst enemy. I needed to do something. I needed...I just wanted...I sighed. Her. I just wanted Evangeline.

I needed to apologize.

I needed to show her that I was wrong. That I was a jackass.

But I knew that it was going to take more than a phone call. She could easily refuse my call or have someone take a message and then never call me back. No, I needed to do something more. Words were her living. Words were easy. I needed to show her—really
show
her—what she meant to me.

I sat and wracked my brain and played back every conversation we’d had when it hit me. Inspired, I turned to the computer and began to search. Leave it to Evangeline to form an attachment to something so obscure, so random, that there was only one place in the damn country you could get it.

It took longer than I thought, but I made the call and was assured it would be delivered to her on Friday. That was two days away, so I had to deal with that, but I knew it would be worth it.

And in that moment, that one exact moment where the phone call ended and I relaxed back in my chair, I felt something I had never felt before.

Hope.

And it felt really damn good.

A knock on the door a few minutes later brought me out of my reverie. “Come in.”

Levi poked his head in the door. “Hey, how’s it going?”

I knew he wasn’t asking for any specifics, but I couldn’t help but smile. “Good,” I said. “I’m good. What’s going on?”

“Well, I know you’re sort of a man without a country—so to speak—and we got an inquiry today about a potential new client.”

“O-kay,” I said slowly, unsure of where he was going with this.

“We’ve been kind of lucky that we’ve all been able to say fairly local. This one takes us out of the D.C., Maryland, and Virginia area. Would you be interested in checking it out?”

I shrugged. “I really don’t have anything keeping me here. What kind of case is it?”

“Something that we’re all looking for—some basic security. No drama. No danger. I think they may just be looking for someone to help them get something set up but I got a feeling they might be open for hiring someone full-time.”

That piqued my curiosity—and my suspicion. “You trying to get rid of me?”

Levi chuckled. “Hell no. I think that this could give us the perfect opportunity to branch out more. Open more offices. Who knows, eventually we could have locations all over the country.”

The idea was certainly appealing. “You sure you want me to go? I’m not really the business guy. I can go in there and get a job done, but normally you or Seb go in and do the sales pitch.”

“Cole,” Levi said, levelling me with a stare, “You are more than capable of doing this.” Then he shrugged. “Of course, if you’d rather skip a trip to New York and a weekend at the Plaza...”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupted. “The Plaza? What the fuck?”

“Okay, maybe not the Plaza, but have you ever been to New York?”

I shook my head.

“When was the last time you even took a vacation?”

“Hell if I know...”

“Do you want to take care of this or not?” he asked with mock exasperation. “We’ve all taken some personal time—except you. I think you can totally handle the initial contact with these people and then take a little time for yourself.”

I knew Evangeline was staying in New York right now so maybe, just maybe, I could kill two birds with one stone. I could take care of this business and then look her up—preferably close to the time she received my gift.

I looked at Levi as I stood and extended my hand. “Done.”

Evangeline

S
o the last few weeks should have been good.

I had some of the best publicity I’d had in my entire career—sympathy as news got out of my stalker and also genuine respect for the film. It wasn’t close to being done yet, but word got out early about such things—at least when good PR people were on the job.

I should have been thrilled, overjoyed that my career was finally on the trajectory I wanted.

I wasn’t.

I was having trouble thinking of anything but Cole.

It was really infuriating, since he’d been an asshole and we hadn’t even known each other for very long. I shouldn’t feel like I’d lost everything just because he’d decided he didn’t want to pursue a relationship.

But I did.

I was working on it, though—looking through screenplays, having discussions with producers, focusing on what my next project should be. I had some good choices. I wasn’t limited to the silly, superficial song-and-dance roles I’d been pigeon-holed in before. And all the aftermath of Janelle’s arrest was finally dying down. Things were really looking up.