Raw Deal (Larson Brothers #1)(5)
He had close-cut brown hair, a square jaw shadowed with stubble, full lips, the cheekbones of a movie villain, and of course those cold blue eyes. He also still sported a few cuts and bruises from the fight with Tommy. Somehow that had taken her breath away more than the sight of him striding toward her—that he still wore the remnants of Tommy’s last acts on this earth.
Yes, his appearance she knew. It was his demeanor that had thrown her off guard. He seemed . . . gentler. Even more so now than in his remorseful postfight interviews.
If a man that size could be gentle. God. Even the jeans and long-sleeved black shirt he’d been wearing couldn’t conceal the swell of his muscles. Tommy had been a big guy too, but something about Michael’s size was overwhelming, intimidating. He wore it like armor against the world, but it hadn’t hidden the desperation in his expression. There had been no resisting; she had to hear him out.
“Let’s not tell Mom and Dad he showed up. I don’t know how they would take it.”
“I do. And you don’t have to worry about me telling them. He had no right to come here.”
“If he felt like he needed to say something to us, then this probably would have been his only opportunity.” She would find out more when she met with him later. The idea gave her an odd sense of fluttering in her stomach. Not excitement—it would be obscene to feel excitement at a time like this. Curiosity. Only curiosity. She was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt even if no one else was.
“There’s no justice in this world or the situation would be reversed.”
“Rowan,” Savannah snapped. “That’s a terrible thing to say. You’re upset; you don’t really mean that.”
Rowan only shook her head hard in response, as if she was done with the whole conversation.
So Savannah let her be done, staring silently across the cemetery, lost in thought. She searched the sky for her eagle again, but he was long gone, and soon enough her parents appeared. Her mother’s eyes were damp and she clutched her white handkerchief to her chest while her dad helped her up the hill, tall and handsome in his dark suit and with his salt-and-pepper hair. Savannah moved to her mother’s other side and took her arm. She didn’t need to ask if Regina was okay. None of them were, and wouldn’t be for a long time.
“Oh, honey,” Regina said, leaving their aid to wrap Rowan in a tight hug. “I know that was so hard for you. We love you so much.”
“I love you too, Mom.” Rowan had called Regina “Mom” almost since they met. Her own mother had died when she was sixteen, her dad three years later in a car accident. And now Tommy. Really it was no wonder bitterness had started to creep into Rowan’s heart, but Savannah hoped it wouldn’t take root there and consume her entirely. She was a sweet person; she didn’t deserve this.
Once Regina and Rowan were tucked away in the car, Savannah kissed her dad on the cheek and hugged him. Charles Dugas had been stoic as always through this entire ordeal, but she saw the pain he tried to hide from them all. “Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too. Are you coming to the house?”
She had come here in her own car, thank God. “I’ll be by later. I’m just going to go home for a little while, unwind.”
In their mutual dislike for ridiculous shows of ceremony, she knew he would understand that. One corner of his mouth tilted up. “I figured. But you be careful, okay?” And the half smile vanished as if it had never been. “You’re all we’ve got.”
“Oh, Dad.” She grabbed him in a fierce hug again, feeling his smooth-shaven cheek against her own and smelling the aftershave he’d worn for as long as she could remember. It made her wish she were little again. Carefree. Happy. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Mike wasn’t sure what he’d expected of the famous little coffee shop on Decatur, but this really wasn’t it. On such a beautiful day, the patrons were out in droves, and the covered outdoor area was full under its green and white–striped awning. The indoor area didn’t look any less crowded. The smell, though, was heavenly: coffee and sugar. Generally he avoided both with few exceptions. But today definitely called for an exception.
Nowhere did he see a lovely head of shimmering dark hair, though. He was early, since he’d had a couple of hours to kill. Zane had dropped him off immediately after leaving the cemetery since he had to get to sound check and wouldn’t have another opportunity to get away before the concert. Mike had strolled aimlessly and taken in some sights before meeting Savannah. Jackson Square was beautiful in full bloom, and street musicians played bluesy tunes while horse-drawn carriages clattered by. So far, New Orleans was his kind of place: laid-back, mysterious and haunted. His youngest brother Damien always sang its praises, too—Damien spent almost as much time here as he did at his ranch outside of Houston, his nightclub, or the glittering casinos of Las Vegas. Hell, he might even be here now. Mike hadn’t talked to him in a while. He’d have to make a note to do that.
Life was precious.
“Been here long?” a voice asked behind him. He turned to see Savannah right behind him. She hadn’t changed from her dark funeral attire, but large sunglasses shielded her eyes now and she’d put her long hair up in a knot while one loose tendril teased at the corner of her right eye. He longed to brush it away.