Nash (Marked Men #4)(27)

“You ran away when it happened to you, Saint. You didn’t come back for holidays or to visit, not for anything. All because you wanted to get away from a boy and hurt feelings. When college was done you took the first job you could find out there when all your family was here. Even when Faith started having all those babies, it wasn’t enough to bring you home. Try and tell me all about the healthy ways of dealing with things, Saint, go right ahead.”

I blew out a breath and curled my hands into fists on the marble top of the island. That was a low blow. She was on a roll and there was no getting through to her, and if I kept trying to reason with her while she was in this state, there was going to be irreversible damage done to our relationship, and as irritated as I was at her childish behavior, I didn’t want that to happen. Part of the reason I was back in Colorado was to work on things with my mom, not to drive us further apart.

“Mom, the holidays are right around the corner. Try and pull it together or no one is going to want to spend time together as a family. I know this has been hard for you, that Dad disappointed you and broke your heart, but life goes on. It’s going on two years, something has to give.” I was used to my family being a safe zone not a war zone, and the change was horrible.

She groaned and gave me a hard look through her watery eyes. For the last couple of years we had done Christmas Eve with Dad and Christmas Day with her. It seemed to work all right, even if no one was comfortable with Dad’s new girlfriend and Mom spent the entire next day lambasting us for spending time with them. I wasn’t looking forward to a repeat and I doubted Faith was either. A nice family get-together just wasn’t in the cards, though.

“Try and remember that it should be about family and the kids this year. Look, the roads are bad. I wanted to see you and check in. I’m worried about you for real, Mom, that fire should have been a wake-up call. You need to really evaluate what you are doing to yourself and what that is doing to the rest of the family. I really don’t want to have to bail you out of jail, or something even worse.”

I gave her one last hug and headed back toward the front door. All I could hope for was that maybe somehow my words had penetrated, that the fact that Faith and I still loved her like crazy would make up for the fact my dad no longer did. Maybe instead of just telling her to get some space, I should try and make it happen. I had plenty of vacation time saved up: maybe I should try and drag her to the Hot Springs for a long weekend or something. I just felt like she needed some kind of clarity to get back to where she was before my dad had devastated her. I got back in the Jetta, which by now had a pretty thick layer of snow coating it, and started the motor to let it warm up. While I was waiting I found a Pixies song I liked on my iPod and called my sister.

It took a few rings for her to answer, and when she did she sounded harried and out of breath.

“How was she?”

I was rubbing my hands together to keep them warm and just grunted a response.

“That bad?”

I sighed heavily and turned on the windshield wipers to clear away the fluffy white blanket covering the windshield.

“She’s a mess of pills and wine. She’s being mean and hateful. I don’t know anything because I’m a coward and left after high school and didn’t come home right after college.” With Faith, I let the sarcasm get as thick as the snow. “She’s lost her mind, but the final divorce papers came, so it’s officially over. That’s what inspired the bonfire. Honestly, I’m kind of worried about her, but I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“Shit.”

“Pretty much. Christmas should be fun this year.”

There was a really long silence on the other end of the phone that made me frown.

“What’s up, Faith?”

She muttered something again and let out a deep sigh. “I’m tired, Saint. I’m pregnant, I have a bunch of little kids that deserve an awesome Christmas for once, and a long-suffering husband that has finally reached his limit of my family drama. Justin and I are taking the kids to Aspen for Christmas. Mom and Dad are just going to have to deal with it. You’re welcome to escape with us if you want, but we just rented a tiny cabin and you’ll have to take a sleeping bag and bunk on the floor with Owen.”

I curled my hands around the steering wheel and tried to settle myself. I couldn’t say the news surprised me, but still it nipped at me. Faith was the one person I always relied on, who was always there for me even when I lived half a country away. She deserved a peaceful family holiday away from all the nonsense, but that meant I would be alone … because there was no way in hell I was tackling my parents and all their resentment and insanity on my own. No way.

“No, I’ll be fine. You guys go and have fun. I’ll drop the kids’ presents off sometime this weekend so you can take them with you.”

“Are you sure? You sound bummed out. You know we would love to have you.”

I rubbed my fingers across my forehead and gave a sharp laugh that had no humor in it.

“I guess it just proves it’s past time I get a life.”

“Oh, Saint … come on.”

“Seriously, Faith. I’m twenty-five, you’re my only friend, the rest of my family is bonkers, and God forbid a guy talks to me, or even worse shows some kind of genuine interest in me. I turn into a mute. I need to get my shit together just as much as Mom does.”