Her heart twisted as she wondered if her and Brody’s babies would have looked like little Noah.
“It’s been five years,” Delaney said in a quiet voice. “And it was inevitable I’d run into him eventually. I’m fine. Really.”
“I wish I could have given you a heads-up, at least.”
Delaney laughed. “Then I might have stayed home and made s’mores over emergency candles and who would be here to take out the garbage?”
“Would you really have avoided him?”
“I wouldn’t have gone out of my way to see him.” Delaney sighed. “Fine, it’s a little hard.”
“At least you didn’t bean him with your clipboard.”
“I thought about it. You know, he’d been acting weird for a couple of weeks before he left.” She gave a derisive snort. “I thought he was working up the nerve to ask me to marry him.”
“Oh, Delaney.” Sandy looked as if she was going to cry, so Delaney focused her attention on putting a fresh bag in the can. “We thought he was going to propose, too.”
“Guess he fooled us all.”
“I don’t think he meant to. Not that it helps any, but I think he was scared and confused.”
She wasn’t really in the mood to hear Brody defended, but Sandy was his sister, after all. Delaney knew she was only trying to help. “It was a long time ago. I’m over it.”
That was a lie, but Sandy was too busy shifting Noah’s weight to her other shoulder to see it on her face. Delaney hadn’t spent the last five years—okay, four and a half years, maybe—pining away for Brody Rollins, but she hadn’t found a man to replace him yet.
She’d dated. She’d even had a couple of relationships that might have grown serious enough to head to the altar and give her the family she wanted if her stupid, stubborn heart had been able to give up on the man who’d broken it.
But, even though she’d met some really nice guys who would have made good husbands, she hadn’t met one yet who made her feel the way Brody had. And, judging by her reaction to being around him, maybe still did.
* * *
THE ONLY THING worse than driving back into Tucker’s Point was riding shotgun around Tucker’s Point during an ice storm. The big plow truck with the massive sand-and-salt hopper on the back went okay, but it was still white-knuckle tense in the cab, especially with a little girl lost.
Brody kept his focus on the passing scenery, eyes peeled for a flash of purple or white or pink, but he saw nothing but the town he’d grown up in. They’d been at it for hours, going around the outskirts since people were searching the main downtown area on foot.
“This is a waste of time,” Mike said, not for the first time. “She’s not going to be walking down the side of the road. She’s hiding somewhere. Taking shelter.”
“You never know what a kid will do. She could be trying to walk home right now.”
“Not giving up. Just think it’s a waste of time. Now we’ve not only got a lost kid, but a whole lot of people who should be safe inside are out looking for her.” He handed his Thermos to Brody, signaling he was ready for another hit of coffee.
He poured Mike half a cup, strong and black, then screwed the lid back on. His brother-in-law was going to start getting jittery soon if he didn’t lay off the caffeine. “Hopefully somebody will find her soon.”
“Yeah. If it was Noah out there...” Mike swallowed some coffee, then shook his head. “I’d want every able-bodied person in the whole state of Maine out looking for him.”
Brody had to agree. He’d only known Noah less than a day and he’d already take on a pack of dragons with nothing but a butter knife for the kid.
“If this gets any worse, we’re going to have to head back,” Mike said in a grim voice. Ice was sheeting over the windshield so fast the defroster and wipers could barely keep up, and the kids could play pond hockey on the streets. “They’ll keep looking. Red’ll be out on Betsy—that John Deere of his—and they’ll keep searching on foot. Some of the guys have ATVs with chains on the tires. They’ll go out.”
Brody could hear the reluctance to give up in Mike’s voice, but he had to agree. Conditions were moving past treacherous and straight into deadly. “It’s like you said. She’s probably hiding somewhere under cover, anyway. It’s the door-to-door searches that’ll turn her up and we don’t want to pull people off that to come rescue us.”
He looked out the window, still looking for a flash of purple, while Mike radioed in for an update and to voice his concerns.
Cased in glittering ice, his hometown looked beautiful and peaceful, like something out of a snow globe. And he had to admire the way the town pulled together. He’d been listening to the chatter on Mike’s radio and this was a community that knew how to stand together and help their neighbors.
Maybe it was only as a grown man he could appreciate qualities like that. Growing up and in the few years after he graduated from high school, he’d felt nothing but resentment. Now he’d seen a little more of the world. Played cards in places like Atlantic City and Las Vegas and Miami. Flipped houses in almost every kind of suburban neighborhood, working his way up to some commercial stuff. It was easier to appreciate the bonds a town like Tucker’s Point fostered and why people might stay instead of getting out at the first opportunity, like he had.
“We’re heading back in,” Mike said, breaking into his thoughts. “We’ll take a different route back to cover the ground, but they’re pulling the road crews in.”
Brody would be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved, but that didn’t make it any easier to abandon the search. And with Mike, Sandy and Noah together as a family, Brody was going to be left to his own devices, and there was nowhere to hide in the gym. Either for him or for Delaney.
They were almost back to the school when Mike changed the subject from his job, which Brody now knew more about than he’d ever wanted to, to the past. “We might have run with different crowds, but I remember you used to date Delaney. Sandy said you were still together when you moved away.”
There was no question, but his brother-in-law seemed to be waiting for some kind of response. “Yeah.”
“Must be weird, seeing her again.”
Now that the sucker punch of seeing her face had been absorbed, Brody was starting to like the idea of seeing Delaney again.
They definitely had unfinished business between them.
CHAPTER FOUR
BECAUSE, DESPITE HERSELF, she’d been watching for his return, Delaney knew the first thing Brody did when he walked through the gym door was scan the room until he found her. Their eyes met and she held his gaze until Mike said something to him, drawing his attention.
She was in trouble. Now matter how often she reminded herself of how badly he’d hurt her, the magnetism that had first drawn her to Brody and the chemistry that pulled them together were still as strong as they’d
