In Shelter Cove (Angel's Bay)

by Barbara Freethy

  “Let’s go,” he said, dragging her toward the shore.

  Under his grip, she stumbled onto the shore. As soon as her feet hit solid ground, she yanked her arm away. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Saving you,” he said.

  “I didn’t need saving. I was fine.”

  “You didn’t look fine.”

  Justin came running over, her father and the dog not far behind.

  “Is this yours?” Gabe asked, handing Justin the boat.

  “You got it,” Justin said with reverence. “Thank you.”

  “Good job,” her father said approvingly. “Didn’t think Alicia was going to make it out there in time.”

  “I was just about to go after it,” she protested, hating that they’d seen her momentary hesitation. Her dad had always been tough on her, treating her like a son instead of a daughter. Be tough, be strong, don’t cry, he’d always told her. Today she hadn’t been as strong as she needed to be, and it infuriated her. “Where the hell did you come from, anyway?” she demanded.

  “Your house,” Gabe said. “I rang the bell, but no one answered. I heard voices and the dog barking, so I came down here.”

  “I mean, why are you here now? The funeral was three weeks ago.”

  “I’m sorry I missed it,” he said. “It was unavoidable.”

  “Alicia,” her father interrupted, a quizzical look in his eyes. “Why don’t you introduce us?”

  “You’ve met him before,” she snapped. “This is Gabe Ryder, Rob’s best friend. The man who was supposed to be watching his back. The man who let Rob get killed.”

  Gabe paled under his dark tan, but he didn’t deny her words. Instead, he turned to her father. “Mr. Hayden, I’m so sorry for your loss.”

  “I remember you now, of course,” her father said with a contemplative nod. “You spent Christmas with us a few years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

  “Not a problem. It’s good to see you again.”

  “Rob spoke very highly of you,” George continued. “I think your name came up in just about every e-mail.”

  “Rob was a great guy, the best,” Gabe said. Turning to Justin, he added, “I don’t know if you remember me, Justin. You were a lot shorter when I saw you last.”

  Justin gave Gabe an uncertain look. “I kind of remember you. How come you let Uncle Rob die if you were his friend?”

  An awkward silence followed his question. For a moment, Alicia regretted her impulsive comment, but she couldn’t take it back. She didn’t want to take it back. She did hold Gabe responsible. He’d promised to watch out for her brother.

  “I’m sure it wasn’t like that,” her father cut in. “Come on up to the house, Gabe. We’ll throw those wet clothes in the dryer and get you something dry to wear. You can stay for dinner. We’ll catch up.”

  “I don’t need clothes or a meal,” Gabe said.

  Her father waved off Gabe’s protest. “Any friend of Rob’s is a friend of ours.” He gave Alicia a pointed look, then turned to Justin. “Come along, now, Justin. You can help me up the steps.”

  As her father and Justin started up the hill toward the house, Sadie following close behind, Alicia gave Gabe a long look. He returned her stare with one of his own, his eyes dark and unreadable. She’d never been able to tell what he was thinking, and today was no different.

  “So why didn’t you come to the funeral?” she finally asked.

  “I had to take one of the other men in our unit home. He was injured in the same firefight that took Rob’s life. He spent some time in the hospital, and I didn’t want to leave him alone there.”

  “So that guy was injured, and Rob was killed, but you, you’re fine.” Anger filled her. She’d wanted to scream at someone about the injustice of her brother’s death, and Gabe was the perfect target. “How did you escape?”

  He swallowed hard. “I don’t know, Alicia. Believe me, I wish Rob was here instead of me.”

  “I don’t believe you,” she said, shaking her head, tears burning her eyes. “You promised me you’d watch out for him. You stood right up there, on our porch,” she added, pointing toward the house, “and you told me you’d make sure he came home. Remember?”

  “I remember everything about that day,” he said, his jaw tight, pain in his eyes.

  A shiver ran down her spine. Their last conversation had not been solely about Rob.

  “And I don’t need you to tell me that I failed Rob. I know that,” he continued.

  She felt a flash of guilt. It wasn’t fair to blame Gabe, but she had no one else. The enemy that had taken Rob’s life was nameless and faceless. The Marine Corps wouldn’t tell her exactly what had happened, only that her brother had been a hero and she should be proud of his service. But that wasn’t good enough.

  “You need to tell me how Rob died,” she said.

  Gabe immediately shook his head. “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. You have to.”

  “It’s classified.”

  “I don’t care. He’s my brother, my twin brother. I should know the truth.” Another wave of guilt hit her. “I should have known that he was in trouble. I always had feelings when Rob was in danger. We had that special twin connection, but I didn’t sense anything that day. Why didn’t I know?”

  “We were on the other side of the world.”

  “That shouldn’t have mattered.”

  He gave her a long look. “Rob wouldn’t have wanted you to know what he was going through. Maybe he found a way to block the twin thing.”

  “You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?”

  He stared back at her with what looked like regret. “No.”

  “Then you should go. You’ve paid your respects. Now you can leave.”

  “I can’t go—not yet. I made a promise to your brother.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “In the month before he died, Rob talked a lot about coming home and helping you and your father save your business. He was worried about all of you after your rafting accident. He was counting the days until he could get back here. He loved you all a great deal.”

  Tears blurred her eyes. “I know that. Rob always took duty seriously, even before he went into the Marines.”

  “He asked me to come in his place, to help you.”

  She stiffened. “I told you before, I don’t need your help.”

  “Don’t you?” His gaze settled on her face, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. “Something happened to you in the river just now. You froze.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I know what fear looks like, Alicia.”

  “I’m not afraid of the river. I grew up on it.”

  “And last year, you almost drowned.”

  “I never told Rob that.”

  “Then someone else did. Maybe your father.”

  “I never told him exactly what happened, and he was too busy fighting for his own life to really understand what I’d gone through.” She saw the sudden spark in his eyes that told her she’d revealed too much. “Anyway, I’m fine. My father is getting better, and we’re moving on.”

  “You need help. I made Rob a promise, and I’m going to keep it.”

  “Consider your promise fulfilled; you saved Justin’s boat. Now you can go home.”

  “I am home.” Gabe pulled out a set of keys, very familiar keys.

  Her stomach turned over. He had Rob’s key ring. “No way,” she said, shaking her head. “You are not moving into Rob’s house.”

  “My house. He gave it to me.”

  She was truly shocked. The property next door had been in the family for generations. “I don’t believe you. Rob’s house was built by my great-grandfather. Rob wouldn’t give it to you.”

  “I have a letter from him explaining everything.”

  “No. There’s a mistake. If you think I’m letting you move into Rob’s house, into his life, you are crazy.”

  “And i
f you think I’m going to walk away before I’ve done what I came to do, then you’re the one who’s crazy,” he said, his gaze hard and unyielding.

  “You’re not wanted here, Gabe.”

  “That’s not what you said the last time I was here.”

  She swallowed back a knot of emotion at the memory of that cold winter day, the Christmas tree still up in the living room, the mistletoe hanging over the door, the cozy fire where she and Gabe had kept each other warm. “That was three years ago, one week of madness, and you made it clear when you left that whatever we had was over.” Unfortunately, it had taken her a long time to really believe that.

  He gazed back at her for a long minute. “I know what I said, Alicia. But that’s in the past. I’m here now, and I’m not leaving.” He turned and started walking up the hill.

  “So you’re going to save me?” she called out after him.

  “Yes,” he said, pausing to give her a quick look.

  “And who’s going to save me from you?”

  His chest rose with his swift intake of breath, and then he turned and walked away.

  She hated his confident stride, his arrogant attitude, but she couldn’t quite hate him even though she wanted to.

  Turning her gaze to the river, she drew in long, deep breaths, but they did nothing to slow the rapid beating of her heart. She’d been drawn to Gabe from the first minute she’d seen him, attracted to his dark hair and darker eyes. Her brother had warned her that she should stay away, that Gabe came with far too many rough edges, that he could hurt a woman without even trying. But she’d sensed in Gabe a need to be softened, to be loved, not that he’d ever admitted that need, not that he’d ever let her get close enough to love him. He’d kept her at arm’s length, telling her that she was Rob’s sister and as far as he was concerned, that made her untouchable, except for one hot, reckless night—a night she’d never forgotten.

  She shook off the memory. They were different people now. And she didn’t need his help. Well, okay, that wasn’t exactly true. Her gaze swept across the yard, noting the rafts in need of repair, the peeling paint on the building, the broken planks on the pier. They did need help, just not Gabe’s. He didn’t know anything about their business. Rob knew everyone in town. People respected him, adored him. He would have been able to help them get back on their feet. But Gabe . . . What did he know how to do, except fight?

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