Love on the Lake (Lakeside #2)(71)

“I tried to swerve to avoid a chipmunk,” I lie.

He surveys the road, eyes shifting between me, the skid marks, and my car in the ditch. “You sure you weren’t taking the bend too quick? You really gotta slow down this time of year, ’cause they only grade the road at the beginning of the summer and then a little later in the fall.”

I bite the inside of my lip. Lying again seems silly since it’s clear he knows what actually happened. “I guess I learned that the hard way, huh? Do you think you can pull me out?”

He doesn’t say anything about my lie. Instead, he walks around the perimeter of the car. “I should be able to. Might end up with a few extra scratches and dings, though.”

“That’s okay. I can deal with scratches and dings.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Okay. Let me get the tow rope hooked up, and we’ll see what I can do.”

Twenty minutes later my car is back on the road with minimal damage. I’m grateful that no one has driven by.

“Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I appreciate your help, Billy.” I clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking. I’m sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s trying to pound its way out of my chest.

He tucks his thumb in his pocket. “No problem. You might want to take it to the garage in town to make sure the frame isn’t bent or anything.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

“Can I ask you something?” Billy rubs the scruff on his chin.

“Sure. Of course.” I fight not to fidget or bite the inside of my cheek until it bleeds. I don’t know that the caffeine-and-antianxiety combination was such a good idea. I want to simultaneously run a marathon and take a nap.

“Why’d you call me and not Aaron?” His eyes meet mine and narrow the tiniest bit.

One thing I’ve learned about Billy is that he generally tells it like it is. Dillion is much the same way. I glance at my car so I don’t have to focus on him. “I figured if anyone would understand how much it sucks to have people talking, it would be you. And I didn’t want Aaron to worry.”

He rubs the scruff on his chin. “Does that mean I should be worried?”

I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I was just driving too fast because I was rushing.”

He’s quiet for a few moments. “You’re sure that’s all it was?”

“I’m sure.”

He exhales through his nose. “Be careful, Teagan, all right? And take it easy on these roads. You’re important to a lot of people around here. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen, and this could’ve been a lot worse.” He motions to the scratches and small dents on my car.

“I understand. I promise I’ll be careful. Can we keep this between us?”

His eyes search mine. “Am I going to regret doing that?”

“No. I promise I was distracted and rushing. I don’t want to upset Aaron or my brother.”

“That’s the part I’m worried about. Just . . . be more careful with yourself.”

“I will. I gotta get to Harry’s, but when I get home, I’ll make you some muffins or biscuits, okay?”

“Okay, take it slow.” He lopes back to his truck, and I climb into my car and turn the engine over.

He follows me most of the way to town, then turns one street before me and heads up the hill toward the McMansions. The tension in my shoulders eases once he’s no longer behind me. I hope I can trust him not to say anything to my brother, Dillion, or Aaron.

Everything is going so well; the last thing I want is for any of them to make a big deal about a fender bender. I need some time to catch up on all the projects I have going on, and then things will settle down again and I can get back to my normal routine. It’s going to be fine. It has to be.





CHAPTER 23


NO MORE SECRETS


Aaron

“I don’t want to put you in a difficult place, Aaron, but Jamie’s been asking if we can come for a visit. We could always stay in a hotel in the next town over. Or maybe we could rent a place on a neighboring lake if that would be easier?” My dad’s tone is gentle, not pushing, because he never does.

And maybe that’s the problem.

He’s not the kind of guy to push his own agenda.

And I can see my own role in making it this way. My inability to come clean with my mother about my relationship with my dad. The way I’ve tried to separate my life into two distinct halves that never cross paths. As I sit on my couch, with Teagan beside me, her eyes full of questions and concerns—likely at my expression—I have to wonder who I’m hurting most by trying to keep them separate from my mom.

“There’s no reason for you to rent a place or stay at a hotel, unless you’re not a huge fan of sleeping in my two-bedroom shack.” I cringe as soon as the words are out. “I meant that as a joke, Dad, not in that I believe you care about how big my house is.”

He chuckles. “I know that, son. I just don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“It’s not an inconvenience at all. And we’re finishing up a project this week, and then we’ll have a couple of days off early next week, so if you can make it a long weekend, that would be great.”

“You’re sure about this? I know how tricky the situation is for you.”