The Homecoming (Thunder Point #6)(28)

“Yes, but you’re not in bad trouble. Yet. Be very careful.” Then he opened the passenger door and reached into the storage box that separated the bucket seats and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He applied one side to Carl’s wrist and pulled him to the back of the truck, where he attached the other side to the trailer hitch on his hefty Tacoma. During this process, he watched Paul as best he could. Paul didn’t seem to be moving.

Seth left Carl and checked on Paul. “I’m going to pat you down, sir,” he said. Before doing so, he took a moment to dab his bleeding lip with his sleeve. All he’d wanted was to keep an eye on Troy and have dinner with Iris. This was pissing him off. “Anything sharp or dangerous in your pockets or on your person?”

“No!”

“Good,” he said. “Spread ’em a little more.” He ran his hands down Paul’s sides, his hips, his legs to his ankles. Then, when he stood he saw the woman standing in the doorway of Cliff’s. “You!” he shouted, pointing at her. “You want more trouble? Get back to your assigned seat before I put you in cuffs!” She disappeared.

He turned his attention back to Paul. “Fortunately for you, I don’t have a second pair of cuffs. But you ruined my dinner and I’m pissed. Next time you want to date out of town so the husband doesn’t see you, stay out of my town. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Paul said contritely.

“Are you going to stay right here, hands on the hood and hope you don’t go to jail or are you going to mess it up?”

“I’m staying,” he said.

“Good decision. I hate shooting people. So much paperwork.”

Seth went to Carl, who was bent slightly as he was attached to the trailer hitch. “So, Carl. Do you have weapons? Sharp objects? Anything that might stick me or hurt me and make me madder?”

“No,” he growled.

“Very nice. Put your free hand on the truck, spread your legs.” Then he proceeded to pat him down. When he righted himself he stared Carl hard in the eyes. “You are a pain in the ass, Carl. And you’re going to jail. You really pissed me off.”

“Go to hell,” Carl said.

“Probably,” Seth said. “But not over you.”

* * *

Iris didn’t wait a whole ten seconds before she dashed to the dining room archway that led to the bar to see what was going on.

“Iris, stay out of it,” Troy ordered.

“Shh,” she said, leaning around the wall. Of course, she could feel Troy right behind her, not about to be left out. As Iris peeked into the bar, the bar patrons were retreating to the dining room.

Seth was amazing. He wasn’t her childhood buddy anymore, he was a real cop. A real big, strong, handsome cop. He had two and a half agitators, the half being the woman, who wasn’t helping things. But Seth clearly knew what he was doing. He was powerful, in fact. And who knew he had that gun? Did he always have that gun, just in case?

She winced when she saw him take an elbow to the mouth, but then she smiled when he secured his prisoner more forcefully, holding that big guy down with one hand. She watched the anger creep up his neck and into his face in a rose-colored stain that made his eyes glitter. And then she saw how he marched his prisoners out the door.

“Wow,” she said softly.

“I bet they’re method actors,” Troy grumbled. “I bet he hired them to show up, create a disturbance and give him a chance to be a hero.” He took her elbow to lead her back to their table.

Iris laughed at him. “If you’ll recall, he didn’t know I’d be here, so he couldn’t have done that for me. Maybe he wanted Cliff to think he’s a hero?”

Troy shook his napkin and put it on his lap. “I could’ve done that without bleeding,” he grumbled softly.

The bar patrons drifted back into the bar. Some chose to leave. Iris wanted to peek outside to see how Seth was managing those two obnoxious guys, but he would see her and Troy might have a little tantrum. Maybe she could help, she thought with a half smile.

A few minutes later Cliff reported that Seth was still in the parking lot awaiting backup to transport all the naughty people. Cliff also went on and on about how great Seth was, how he didn’t think anyone but Mac could do something like that, clear a bar of roughnecks single-handedly, but that Seth was taking this on without complaint, just like Mac would’ve done. And this sort of thing hardly ever happened, Cliff told them. And, if Seth hadn’t been there, Cliff and Ram would have called 911 and tried to get the disturbance out of the bar themselves, so Troy and Iris shouldn’t feel like they couldn’t have a peaceful meal in the future.

Iris just smiled and ordered a Caesar salad. Troy followed suit and he was very quiet. A little grumpy. She understood completely. This was Troy’s big play and he’d been upstaged by a deputy with a limp.

But Iris felt better. After all the worry and tension of the afternoon, it occurred to her that she was stuck with Seth. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to be around every corner. They were going to be seeing each other no matter how she decided to behave. She could be mad, hold a grudge, refuse to get over her bad high school experience or she could let this play out and find out more about herself and Seth in the process.

Seventeen years. Well, the way she’d been dealing with her feelings hadn’t helped her get over it. Or, for that matter, over him. Every time she heard his name, she felt a deep ache. She had never figured out how to move on. And what if she left herself open to him and he hurt her again? That wasn’t going to be easier, but neither would it be harder. If he did something awful again, maybe her heart would finally get the message....