The Lucky One(5)

Thibault leaned across the front seat of the Jeep a few minutes later, talking over the roar of the wind. “Logan Thibault.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “And this is Zeus.”

Zeus was in the back of the Jeep, tongue out, nose lifted to the wind as the Jeep sped toward the highway.

“Beautiful dog. I’m Amy. And this is Jennifer and Lori.”

Thibault glanced over his shoulder. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

They seemed distracted. Not surprising, Thibault thought, considering what they’d been through. “I appreciate the ride.”

“No big deal. And you said you’re going to Hampton?”

“If it’s not too far.”

“It’s right on the way.”

After leaving the logging road and taking care of a couple of things, Thibault had edged back to the road just as the girls were pulling out. He’d held out his thumb, thankful that Zeus was with him, and they’d pulled over almost immediately.

Sometimes things work out just like they’re supposed to.

Though he pretended otherwise, he’d actually seen the three of them earlier that morning as they’d come in—he’d camped just over the ridge from the beach—but had given them the privacy they deserved as soon as they’d started to disrobe. To his mind, what they were doing fell into the “no harm, no foul” category; aside from him, they were completely alone out here, and he had no intention of hanging around to stare. Who cared if they took their clothes off or, for that matter, dressed up in chicken costumes? It wasn’t any of his business, and he’d intended to keep it that way—until he saw the deputy driving up the road in a Hampton County Sheriff’s Department car.

He got a good look at the deputy through the windshield, and there was something wrong about the guy’s expression. Hard to say what it was, exactly, and he didn’t pause to analyze it. He turned around, cutting through the forest, and arrived in time to see the deputy checking the disk in his camera before quietly shutting the door of his cruiser. He watched him slink off toward the ridge. Thibault knew full well that the deputy could have been working officially, but he looked the way Zeus did when he was waiting for a piece of beef jerky. A little too excited about the whole thing.

Thibault had Zeus stay where he was, kept enough distance so the deputy wouldn’t hear him, and the rest of the plan had come together spontaneously after that. He knew that direct confrontation was out—the deputy would have claimed he was collecting evidence, and the strength of his word against a stranger’s would have been unassailable. Anything physical was out of the question, mostly because it would have caused more problems than it was worth, though he would have loved to go toe-to-toe with the guy. Luckily—or unluckily, he supposed, depending on the perspective—the girl had appeared, the deputy had panicked, and Thibault had seen where the camera had landed. Once the deputy and the girl headed back toward her friends, Thibault retrieved the camera. He could have simply left at that point, but the guy needed to be taught a lesson. Not a big lesson, just a lesson that would keep the girls’ honor intact, allow Thibault to be on his way, and ruin the deputy’s day. Which was why he’d doubled back to flatten the deputy’s tires.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Thibault volunteered. “I found your camera in the woods.”

“It’s not mine. Lori or Jen—did either of you lose a camera?”

Both of them shook their heads.

“Keep it anyway,” Thibault said, putting it on the seat, “and thanks for the ride. I’ve already got one.”

“You sure? It’s probably expensive.”

“Positive.”

“Thanks.”

Thibault noted the shadows playing on her features, thinking she was attractive in a big-city kind of way, with sharp features, olive skin, and brown eyes flecked with hazel. He could imagine staring at her for hours.

“Hey . . . you doing anything this weekend?” Amy asked. “We’re all going out to the beach.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I can’t.”

“I’ll bet you’re going to see your girlfriend, aren’t you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You have that way about you.”

He forced himself to turn away. “Something like that.”





2

Thibault

It was strange to think of the unexpected twists a man’s life could take. Up until a year ago, Thibault would have jumped at the opportunity to spend the weekend with Amy and her friends. It was probably exactly what he needed, but when they dropped him off just outside the Hampton town limits with the August afternoon heat bearing down hard, he waved good-bye, feeling strangely relieved. Maintaining a facade of normalcy had been exhausting.

Since leaving Colorado five months earlier, he hadn’t voluntarily spent more than a few hours with anyone, the lone exception being an elderly dairy farmer just south of Little Rock, who let him sleep in an unused upstairs bedroom after a dinner in which the farmer talked as little as he did. He appreciated the fact that the man didn’t feel the need to press him about why he’d just appeared the way he had. No questions, no curiosity, no open-ended hints. Just a casual acceptance that Thibault didn’t feel like talking. In gratitude, Thibault spent a couple of days helping to repair the roof of the barn before finally returning to the road, backpack loaded, with Zeus trailing behind him.