Love on the Lake (Lakeside #2)(81)

The next day I head to the jobsite, unrested and feeling like a bag of shit. I need to talk to Van and Dillion, but he’s in Chicago for work today, and Dillion is meeting with a homeowner to talk about a project, so that conversation will have to wait until later.

I’m working on the outdoor electrical at the Winslows’ place, finishing things up so we can move on to the next big project, but halfway through the installation I notice that the plate covers don’t quite match the switches, which means I need to go to Harry’s to pick up a few more.

On my way there, I pass the local pharmacy and notice Teagan’s car is parked in the lot. I pull in and find a spot, debating whether I should go in or not. I don’t want to have a public confrontation with her, but with what I know, her being at a drug store after what happened last night seems like another red flag.

I cut the engine and head inside. It’s not a big store, but one half is dedicated to the pharmacy, and the other half has knickknacks and trinkets and an aisle of cards for every occasion. The card aisle is farthest from the pharmacy counter, so I head over there and busy myself with pretending to look at them.

Teagan is at the pharmacy counter. Her hair is pulled up in a haphazard ponytail, and she’s wearing her Town Pub shirt and a pair of jeans.

The pharmacist passes a bag to her, and she checks the contents, her smile pulling down at the corners. “Oh, I think one must be missing. There should be three.” She rolls up on the balls of her feet once, then quickly plants them back on the floor.

“Let me check the file.” The pharmacist smiles and clicks away on the computer for a moment. Her expression remains placid as she turns back to Teagan. “I’m sorry, it looks like your doctor only called in two prescriptions.”

Teagan rolls up on the balls of her feet again. I can see her profile from where I’m standing, and her bright smile widens until it’s almost manic. “She must have forgotten the third.” She drops her voice and says something I can’t quite catch.

The response from the pharmacist fills in the gap. “It’s not due for a refill for another two weeks.”

“I know. I lost my prescriptions in the lake, and I’m not going to see my doctor until next week. Can’t you give me a few until I see her?” Teagan’s foot taps agitatedly on the floor with her lie.

The pharmacist’s smile drops. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

I glance around the store, glad that there are only a couple of people milling around—one of them is a woman whose house I’ve worked on recently, and the other is a local—plus the cashier.

Teagan’s voice rises with her irritation. “You can clearly see that I have a standing prescription. I lost them in the water. It’s not like it’s a big deal for you to give me a few when I’m going to see my doctor next week.”

The pharmacist’s expression goes stony. “Please don’t raise your voice at me, ma’am. Valium is considered a class-four narcotic and is a controlled substance. I’m not permitted to give them to you without your general physician’s authority. If you’d like to call and have your doctor send a request here, we can fill it for you.”

Teagan glances around the store, maybe realizing she’s drawing attention to herself. She plasters on a smile. “I’m so sorry. Of course I’ll call my doctor. I’m sure it was a mistake.” She adds generic allergy pills and two energy drinks to her order and pays for her prescriptions, then leaves the store.

She stops short when she sees my truck and whirls around as I head toward it and her. “Oh my God. Are you following me?”

I don’t see any point in lying. “I saw your car, so I stopped in. I think we need to talk, Teagan.” Close up she looks even more exhausted than she did yesterday, which is unnerving. Her eyes are bloodshot, and her bottom lip looks raw, as if she’s been compulsively chewing it.

“Well, I don’t think we need to talk. I have to go to work.” She sashays past me.

I grab her wrist to stop her. “Are you even okay to drive?”

“I’m fine.” Her chin trembles as if she’s fighting tears, and she shakes me off. “Just leave me alone, Aaron. You’re making a scene.” She stalks over to her car.

I don’t want to publicly embarrass her, so I let her go, but I follow her through town until she pulls into the pub parking lot before I head to Harry’s.

It’s already after four by the time I’m done picking up the new light switches, so instead of going back to the Winslows’, I head to the Footprint office, hoping that I’ll catch Dillion. At this point I’m not worried about making Teagan angry; I’m worried about her health, and the last thing I want is her driving under the influence of a pill cocktail and hurting herself or, worse, someone else.

It appears to be my lucky day, because both Dillion and Van are in the office when I get there.

“Hey, Aaron, you all finished at the Winslows’?” Dillion’s smile fades when her gaze shifts from Van to me. “Is everything okay?”

“Not really. Do you guys have time to talk?”

“Yeah. Of course. Take a seat.” Dillion motions to the seat across from her. “What’s going on?”

“Uh, is it just the three of us in here?”

“Yeah, it’s just us. Did something happen with a homeowner?”