worked with a team for a while,” he finally answered, “but I didn’t like the travel.”
“And the danger?” Did he like that?
“That didn’t bother me so much. I was careful.”
Careful? “You sound so confident.”
“You have to be.”
“Is being sheriff of this little town enough of a stimulus for you?”
“I was young when I joined the SEALs. I don’t need adrenaline rushes to stay interested anymore. So, yes, I like what I do now. And there’s a lot to be said about dodging fewer bullets.”
“You’ve dodged bullets in Honey Creek?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
And he’d dodged them as a SEAL. “Didn’t you like being a SEAL?” He was sure acting strange about it.
“I liked it. I just wanted to come home,” he answered curtly.
She decided not to question him further on that. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it.
“When is your brother going to be released?” she asked instead.
A woman looked at them as she passed. Lily wondered if she’d heard what she’d asked.
Wes didn’t appear to notice, in fact, his tension eased. “I should have the court order in the next week or two.”
“That’s great.”
She could only imagine what it would be like to watch your brother spend so much time in prison for something he didn’t do. There would have to be some kind of effect on Damien. It had to have changed him somehow. Hardened him. Would he be dangerous?
She didn’t want to find out. Instead of continuing to question Wes, she steered clear of the more detailed questions she was dying to ask.
“You must have been pretty young when he was convicted.”
“Eighteen.”
“Is that why you joined the SEALs?” Did he want to learn how to fight? To kill? Had he planned to go after whoever was responsible for wrongly convicting his brother?
He took a moment to answer and she inwardly kicked herself for asking. She hadn’t meant to bring that up again.
“It might have had something to do with it. I never stopped believing Damien was innocent. I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I joined the SEALs because it gave me a sense of control, whereas with Damien’s situation, I’ve never had control.”
“Even though you wanted it.”
“Yes.”
“I think everyone does the things they do in life for a reason, whether they know it or not.”
“You became a librarian for a particular reason?”
“I love to read.”
“Is that the only reason?”
She had to stop herself from fidgeting. She’d admitted to no one what had led her down this path. “It’s what pointed me in that direction.”
“When did you start reading a lot?”
“It wasn’t until later, after … after I left.” Now she was getting really uncomfortable.
“It was probably a good thing you did leave.”
She just looked at him. If only he knew.
“I mean so you could find something to do with your life.”
Did he mean other than being a wild woman?
“Without the pressure of …” He seemed at a loss for words.
“I should really get back to work.”
He looked at her a moment. “Scared you away again, huh?”
“No, it’s not that.” What a lie that was. Brandon’s release was hurtling her back in time. How could she have a normal relationship with any man if every reminder made her feel vulnerable?
“Then have dinner with me. Tonight. What time do you get off?”
“Oh … that’s sweet, but … it’s just not a good time.”
“You’re shooting me down again.” He said it playfully.
“I’m afraid so.” She couldn’t help laughing. “Besides, did you know I’m forty?”
“Wow, your life is over.”
She shook her head. “You’re only thirty-three.”
“Word gets around. You’re old enough to be my sister.”
“Stop that.” But she laughed.
He grinned and she got the distinct impression that he wasn’t about to give up on her. There was something appealing about that. There was something appealing about a man who wasn’t afraid of rejection. It showed boundless ambition and self-confidence. A humble ego.
There was a time in her life when she would have jumped headfirst into a relationship with a younger man, but things had changed.
He backed away. “I’ll be back.”
“People are going to talk,” she said.
Emily had finished with the person at the counter and now watched them.
“Let them.” He backed up some more.
She wasn’t so sure, but his teasing was infectious. “Easy for you to say.”
He took another step back. “It’ll give them something else to talk about besides you.”
“Oh, yeah? How do you figure that?”
“I just got a bug in me to start reading more.”
Meaning he’d be stopping by the library more often. Her first reaction was to tell him no, but the delight he’d made her feel stopped her. She didn’t try to sway him.
Wes left the library wondering if he’d misread the back-and-forth emotions from Lily. Sometimes she flirted with him and at other moments she withdrew. Was it their age difference? He wasn’t that much younger than her. And she had good skin. Hell, he’d probably look older than her when he was forty.
He’d been trying to contact the victims’ officer ever since the morning after Lily had plowed into his truck. She’d seemed to know Lily so he’d called a friend he’d made over the years Damien had been incarcerated and asked for her contact information. The minute he learned she was a victims’ officer, he’d gotten
