Travis (Pelion Lake)(3)
Author: Mia Sheridan

 

“Well,” I said loudly, giving the papers sitting on the counter a tap. “There’s the data you wanted. I emailed it to you as well, but was in the area, so thought I’d drop off printouts. Tell the boys I said bye. I’ll pick them up Sunday.” We had a long-standing after-dinner ice cream date where I fed them too much sugar and then sent them home so their parents could deal with the aftermath.

 

Archer glanced at Bree, his hands too full to speak, and as though reading his mind, she said, “Travis can’t join us for dinner. He has plans with Phoebe.”

 

Ah, Archer mouthed, smiling at me and nodding.

 

“Good to see you,” I said. “Bree.” I smiled at Averie whose eyes narrowed minutely. She leaned toward Archer, her tiny fist clutching his shirt the same way she’d held on to her mother. “Okay, then. See you guys later.” And with that, I turned and let myself out of the little house on the lake that smacked of home and love and family.

 

***

 

The breeze smelled like peaches. I inhaled a deep breath of the air coming in my open window as my truck idled on the dirt road that ended at the edge of my property. Peace rolled through me. Hope for the future. The sun was just beginning its descent behind an old barn, the light hazy and golden. Unfortunately, I’d have to tear down the structure. It was right in the spot where I intended on building my home. Maybe I could use the lumber somehow though. Beams…or flooring, something to pay homage to what had once been but was no longer.

 

My father had bought this land on the very edge of Pelion, technically in the town of Calliope, the more touristy area on the opposite side of the lake. The land wasn’t massive, but it was prime lakefront property. It had once been an orchard, and several of the fruit trees remained: apples, cherries, peaches, and plums.

 

The water rippled serenely as my gaze went toward the place I’d just been—my brother’s house, too far to see from this distance. Archer owned and ran the town of Pelion, but I had this. In addition to the town, that eventually—rightly—went to Archer years before, my mother had been willed this plot of land from my father. Because it wasn’t part of Pelion, she’d been able to keep it. I’d given my mother every cent of my savings and purchased it from her. I’d received something important to me—something that was only mine—and I’d given her a lump sum of cash that she’d desperately needed since everything else—again, rightly—had been stripped from her. Archer might have gotten the lion’s share of the Hale inheritance, and it had always been obvious he had the lion’s share of our father’s heart because his mother had been the love of his life, while my own mother was a conniving manipulator who tricked him into impregnating her, but this plot of land belonged to me and no one else. Here, I wasn’t second best to anyone.

 

I couldn’t afford to build on it yet, but I was almost there. Someday…someday I’d raise a family on this land. Someday I’d live the life our father had wanted for himself. He’d loved Pelion, and he’d been the chief of police just like I was, but he’d wanted the distance from his brothers and, as a matter of fact, even though I only had one, I did too. There was only so much sainthood, so much look-what-a-perfect-family-we-are moments I could handle.

 

I sat there in the quiet peace of the evening for a moment, listening to the water lap the shore and inhaling the fragrance of sweet summer fruit.

 

Could I see Phoebe on this land? Pregnant? Walking out onto a dock that overlooked the water? A house with a porch shining in the sunlight rising above the trees behind her?

 

I squinted, focusing so hard I winced, trying to visualize it but coming up short. The misty image of a woman wavered, faded, and disappeared. I rubbed my temple. Did Phoebe even want kids? We hadn’t talked about it. Maybe I needed to start asking. Of course, if I did start talking about it, that was a move forward in itself. My breath suddenly felt constricted and I pulled idly at the seat belt still strapped around my body as though it’d somehow, inexplicably, grown tighter.

 

When you know, you know.

 

Bree’s assertion came back to me. But what had I ever known? The truth was, I still wasn’t sure I could trust what I knew. The things I’d thought I was sure about had been lies, many of which I’d told myself. In the end, I hadn’t really known crap. So maybe other people knew, but me? In some ways I was still flying by the seat of my pants when it came to being a person others might be proud to know.

 

The sun dipped farther, the sky streaked in orange, the tall grass moving languidly in the breeze. I smiled, the peace of this place, the pride that it was mine, cresting inside and helping to dispel the negative direction of my thoughts. I rolled up the window, cranking the air conditioner as I turned my truck and headed toward Phoebe’s.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Travis

 

Phoebe lived in an upscale neighborhood on the other side of Calliope, mostly consisting of modern condominiums. The citizens of Pelion had almost unanimously resisted this kind of new construction, opting instead for charming B and Bs and quaint vacation cottages that flanked the shore. What they lost in younger tourism and big-money communities they made up for in the many families and older people who returned year after year, some of them becoming almost as much a part of the community as those who lived in Pelion year-round.

 

I stopped at a small grocery store and ran inside for a bouquet of flowers, whistling as I got back in my truck.

 

Evening was just settling in as I approached Phoebe’s condo, the flowers clutched in my hand. I drew back slightly when I noticed that her door was opened a crack, my cop instincts causing the hairs on the nape of my neck to bristle. She’d planned on going to a golf tournament on a nearby course with her friends, but she should have gotten home hours before. I pushed the door open very slightly with my finger, leaning to the side and peering in. Phoebe’s purse was on the floor of the foyer, the contents spilled across the tile. Shit.

 

What the hell? Soundlessly, I set the flowers on the ground and walked to my truck as quickly as possible with minimal noise and retrieved the weapon in my center console. I returned to Phoebe’s open door and slipped inside.

 

A soft cry came from upstairs and my heart began drumming as I moved swiftly to the base of the stairs, my back to the wall as I climbed to the second floor. There was a mirror on the landing between the two flights and I caught a glimpse of myself in my peripheral vision, jaw tense, shoulders held rigid. Another pained cry and the thud of something hitting the floor.

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

I’m coming, Phoebe.

 

I’d killed for someone I cared about before. I’d do it again if necessary.