Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain #2)(60)

Now, Carrie was inside the house, Mack and Tate were inspecting the land and I was freaking out and not just about my Dad.

I heard Carrie approach and I looked up at her.

“Skooch over,” she ordered and handed me one of Mom’s Tupperware tumblers filled with purple liquid.

“No, is that –?” I started as I skooched.

“Grape Kool-Aid,” she affirmed.

It was official, I was home.

With grace borne of years of practice because Mom stretched that hammock out at the beginning of every May and rolled it up and took it in at the end of every September for as long as I could remember, Caroline got in the hammock while holding her tumbler.

Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, both of our eyes went to the men.

“Tate’s hot,” she whispered.

She had no idea.

I took a sip of ice cold Kool-Aid. Delicious, refreshing and Tyler and Wendy’s heads would explode if they knew I was drinking it which made it perfect.

“Laurie, you look awesome,” Carrie said to me and I looked from Tate to her.

“Thanks, honey.”

“And more than just being tan and having cool hair. You look…” she studied me, “happy.”

This surprised me. “I do?”

“Well, outside of looking sad about Dad but, you know, deep down. Content-like.”

I looked toward Tate.

“Is it him?” she asked quietly and my eyes went back to her.

“Sorry?”

“Tate.”

“Um…”

“See, ‘cause, when you were with Brad…” she hesitated then shook her head, “I don’t know. You were never yourself. You weren’t our Laurie. Not when he was around. When you were alone, you were great, you were you. When he was around, there was something off. Like you were on eggshells, like you had to be perfect and spent all your time in an effort to be that way.”

I stared at her, both surprised at this and not surprised because her saying those words made me realize I did try to be perfect for Brad because I thought he was perfect and to keep him I had to match that.

Boy was I wrong about that.

Then I asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Mom and I talked about it…” she paused, “a lot.”

I was already surprised at what she said but this surprised me even more.

“You talked about it?”

She turned to me. “He wasn’t all that and I’m glad you know that now. I’m sorry you went through what you did to find out, that totally sucks and I wish you hadn’t had to go through that, but still, I’m glad you know. He was just a guy and not a very nice one. Brad’s cute and all but he knows it. But you, it was like you didn’t know how pretty you were. It was like you thought you were luckier to be with him than he was to be with you when that was the wrong way around. With Tate…” she trailed off and her eyes slid away.

“With Tate what?” I prompted.

Her eyes slid back. “You just seem… I don’t know… you. Like you can be Laurie, you can be yourself and it’s so cool that he’s into that, into you just as you are because, well, he is all that.”

I looked back at Tate. She was right; he was pretty much all that.

He was also other things.

“I have another man back at Carnal,” I blurted and heard my sister gasp.

Then she asked on a whisper, “What?”

I shook my head and turned toward her. “Carrie, it’s all messed up.”

“What’s messed up?”

I kept shaking my head while talking. “I don’t know, Tate and me, we met and we did not get along. Well, mostly, I didn’t get along with him. He said some things about me and I overheard him and they hurt and, even though he apologized, I didn’t accept and we bickered all the time and then, suddenly, poof.” I threw out my hand with the tumbler and grape Kool-Aid almost sloshed on my jeans shorts. “Tonia gets raped and murdered and we find out about it together and we aren’t bickering anymore, we’re like, so far away from bickering it isn’t funny. We’re something else completely.”

“Tonia gets raped and murdered?” she repeated, her eyes huge.

“Tonia,” I told her, nodding. “She worked for Tate and he fired her the night she got raped. And he wasn’t nice about it. He gets pissed and watch out. Stuff comes out of his mouth, that’s why he said I was fat and sorry-ass, because he was pissed.”

Her head jerked back and her eyes narrowed. “He said you were fat and sorry-ass?”

I nodded again. “He didn’t mean it. He has a bad temper. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean when he’s pissed. I’ve seen it happen three times and he’s regretted it three times. He said those things to Tonia, right in front of everyone and she left the bar and that’s the last anyone saw of her conscious. Then she was dead. Tate was a mess… I mean, in a badass, biker, bounty hunter kind of way. He freaked out and took off after her murderer and he was gone for a month. That’s when Wood told me Tate was f**king his sister.”

“Tate is f**king Wood’s sister?” Caroline asked and I nodded.

“That’s what Wood said.”

“Wood?”