If he’d known she was there, he wouldn’t have come. Knowing that made her feel smaller than she ever had. Her heart constricted. She wouldn’t go back. She would just call in and quit over the phone. She felt someone fall into step beside her. As though she’d conjured him, Stefan Talbot glided alongside, measuring his step to match hers. He’d probably been waiting outside the station house watching for her. Callie turned away and tried walking faster.
“Callie,” Stefan’s smooth voice practically begged her.
“Go away, Stef.” She knew he played deep games from time to time. She just never expected he would play them with her. Betrayal burned through her. It hurt, maybe even worse than Nate. She had no illusions that Nate loved her.
“I can’t. You should just stop and talk to me, or I’ll follow you around until you do.” There was no threat, just a simple promise. Stefan was used to getting his way. When he didn’t, he tended to do whatever it took to force things to fall into place. Stefan liked a well-ordered house. “Let’s go to Stella’s. I’ll buy you lunch and explain why I didn’t tell you Nate and Zane were coming to town.”
She stopped in the middle of the street. “Zane’s here, too?”
“I suspect, though I haven’t seen him. I doubt Nate would have left him behind.”
“I don’t want lunch. I want to go home for awhile. If you follow me, you better tell me what you know, Stef.” She gave Stefan her sternest look. Her best friend was a good foot taller than she was and every inch the elegant man. He had a face that made every woman who saw him sigh. Callie knew he was gorgeous, but all she could see was the brother she should have had. Stefan Talbot was one year and two months older than she was. He had watched out for her almost all of her life. She wanted to know why he had stopped now.
“I thought you would quit.” He had a habit of knowing what she was thinking.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you were in love with Nate and Zane. Because you never got over those two.”
And he knew her better than anyone in the world. Tears welled up again. When would she get that hard outer shell so many people got? When would she be able to contain her feelings? She turned and started back down the street toward the little cabin she’d lived in all of her life.
Stef was right beside her. His hand found her back. “I think he needs you. I don’t know about Zane, Callie. I don’t know him the way I know Nate. I know Nate has been through a lot. His job went poorly. Zane was injured, and Nate blames himself.”
“Is Zane all right?” The thought of big, gorgeous Zane being hurt made her ache. Did he have some woman holding his hand? She hoped so. She hoped he was being taken care of. She wished she was the woman but wouldn’t have him be alone for anything in the world.
“I think he’s back on his feet.” Stefan was silent for a moment. “I think Nate needs this place.”
Callie began to slow. Stef had reasons for not telling her. She might not agree with them, but he hadn’t meant to hurt her. He slipped his hand into hers and pulled it to his chest.
“Please don’t be mad at me. I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me. You and Rye and Max are my whole world.”
Poor little rich boy. She couldn’t help but smile. Stef had given up a lot to keep his handpicked family together. “You’re a jerk.”
“I know.” His smile was slightly sad. “So you’ll stay?”
“For a while.” It was all she could promise.
The door to the small cabin came open, and Zane slammed down the book he had been reading. Was it really that late? He looked out the window, and sure enough, it was getting dark. Damn, he’d gotten lost. It was the story of his life lately.
“Zane?” Nate’s voice rang through the cabin. It wasn’t hard. There were only three rooms and a single bathroom. Zane got up from the small desk that dominated the bedroom he’d chosen for himself and walked into the main room. It was small, but served as both living room and kitchen. He took a deep breath because he hadn’t done any of the stuff he’d promised he’d do. He’d been reading a lot since he got out of the hospital. It took his mind off…well, everything.
He rushed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Sorry. I’ll have dinner ready in a minute.”
Nate held up a bag. “Don’t worry. I got burgers. The burger joint is supposed to be first class. I figured you’d forget.”
Zane hated the feeling that rolled through his system. Useless. He was completely fucking useless. His legs worked again, but he was still half a fucking man. He couldn’t even remember to cook dinner.
“Don’t worry about it,” Nate said as though reading his mind.
But he would. He pulled two beers out of the fridge. If Nate could put on that pansy ass uniform and play at being a sheriff, he could at least open the beer.
Nate was already plowing through his burger when Zane sat down. “Bad day?”
Nate shrugged. He was shut down, but Zane expected that. They hadn’t talked, really talked, in months, not since long before he came out of the coma. Zane was okay with that. He didn’t really want to talk, either. It wouldn’t help anything. Nate’s eyes slid off to the side when he started to look Zane in the face. “It was fine. It’s a shit-ass job. Nothing to it.”
“Did you…” How did he ask it? Damn, but he wanted to know. “Did you hear anything about her?”
Nate let the burger fall out of his hands. He reached for the beer. “If you want to know if she’s still here, you should go into town.” Nate stood and stalked off to his room, his dinner half-eaten and forgotten.
Zane didn’t touch his. Damn it. It was still there. Callie Sheppard was still between them. How was he supposed to tell Nate that he wouldn’t go after her? The man should know. Fuck. Callie wouldn’t want him now. All it took was one look in the mirror to know no woman would want him now.
Zane stood up and walked to the front door. He pushed through the screen door and walked out onto the small wooden porch. The previous owner had left behind a couple of crappy lawn chairs. He lowered himself into one, hoping it would hold his weight. He had a sudden vision of three Adirondack chairs side by side by side. Three places for three people to watch the brilliant sunset. He took a long swallow of beer.
Why wouldn’t Nate just put him out of his misery and tell him whether or not Callie was still in this little mountain town? Was she married? Did she have a couple of kids? Did she think of him fondly, or wish she’d never met him?
He settled into the chair, which showed no signs of faltering. The night air was cooling off. The beer was cold as it flowed down his throat. Everything was still here and yet in constant motion. It was odd. The world moved, but he could be still and nothing forced him to run. He could finally fucking think in this place.
What did he want? He sure as hell didn’t want to be a burden to Nate for the rest of his life. He knew Nate blamed himself for what happened. If Zane had been in the same situation, he would have made the same call and yet…
Nate wasn’t the one who had to look in the mirror every day and see a monster staring back at him. Nate wasn’t the one who knew just how fucking mortal and helpless he could be. Nate wasn’t the one who had broken.
Zane’s eyes slid to the motorcycle that stood beside Nate’s beat up truck. He could get on it and just ride off. He could go anywhere and never have to be responsible again. No one would know him or care about him, and there was a certain amount of temptation to the idea.
But he owed Nate. He needed to make sure Nate was going to get his life back on track. He would make sure Nate was settled down here in Colorado.