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dying, sometimes it was Alec. Sometimes it was Eve. And then he would wake up and do it all over again. His only thoughts were to find Douglas Taylor and to know where and with whom Eve was at all times.
“Shit,” he whispered softly, blowing out a long breath, the one that he had been holding in all this time.
He couldn’t even imagine how Eve must be feeling. He must have been scaring her almost as much as the unnamed threat that hung over her head.
“Yep,” Alec said gently. “You screwed up.”
Lind shot him a scorching glare, but he found that his friend was smirking, clearly teasing him.
“Look, I want Eve safe, too. Believe it or not, she’s kind of grown on me,” Alec admitted. “And I want the son of a bitch found and dealt with, too. But this is not the way to do it. You’re exhausted. Even if there was a clue as to where to find Taylor staring you in the face, you would be too worn out to see it. As for the rest of us, you haven’t exactly let us in on your progress. We can’t help you if you don’t let us.”
Lind cringed some more. It was true. He had taken this on all by himself, feeling like it was his sole responsibility. As usual. He didn’t know what prompted him to not let anybody in—even when it mattered. Shouldn’t he be trusting his brothers enough to let them help him by now?
“There’s not much progress to speak of,” he admitted. The words and the failure they spoke of tasted bitter on his tongue. “I’ve looked everywhere I could think of.” He pointed at the crossed out spots on the map.
Alec leaned over and peered down at it. He took a long look, and then he nodded. “Why don’t you let us take it from here, at least for today?” he suggested. “You should go to your girl and get some rest.”
Lind hesitated.
“Relax, you’ll still be involved,” Alec said, guessing his thoughts. “Come back bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow and we’ll all work on this together. Ok?”
After another moment’s hesitation, Lind finally nodded. He was surprised to find that it felt good to relinquish control, even if just for one day.
“It wasn’t your fault, you know,” Alec said after a moment.
Lind looked at him, puzzled.
“What happened to Margaret. You couldn’t have stopped it.”
“I could have found another way,” Lind said.
Alec shook his head. “We both know it was the best option we had to take down the Italians.”
“Was it, though?” Lind retorted. “No matter how much I try, I just can’t convince myself of that. There must have been some other way.”
“I don’t think so,” Alec said. “And even if there was, you can’t keep torturing yourself forever with ‘what if’s.’”
Easy for you to say, Lind thought bitterly. You weren’t the one to come up with the stupid idea.
Out loud, he didn’t say anything. It didn’t matter because Alec was not done talking.
“More importantly,” he said, gently but firmly, “you can’t project your guilt on Eve.”
Lind blinked, completely thrown. Was that what he had been doing? Was that why he had been so obsessive? Was he projecting all the remorse he still felt over the death of Margaret Taylor onto Eve? He wanted Eve safe, which was only natural. But he supposed Alec was right; the way he had been going at it was not the right way to do it.
“Do you really think that’s what I’ve been doing?” he asked.
“Do you really think it isn’t?” Alec retorted.
Lind exhaled slowly, blowing out the weight of all the realizations he had experienced over the past few minutes. “I guess it is,” he finally admitted. He stared at his friend in wonderment. “When the hell did you get so smart? Have you been taking psychology lessons from Lucas?”
Alec grinned. “I’ve always been smart; you’ve just always refused to see it.”
Lind shook his head, but he sobered up
“Shit,” he whispered softly, blowing out a long breath, the one that he had been holding in all this time.
He couldn’t even imagine how Eve must be feeling. He must have been scaring her almost as much as the unnamed threat that hung over her head.
“Yep,” Alec said gently. “You screwed up.”
Lind shot him a scorching glare, but he found that his friend was smirking, clearly teasing him.
“Look, I want Eve safe, too. Believe it or not, she’s kind of grown on me,” Alec admitted. “And I want the son of a bitch found and dealt with, too. But this is not the way to do it. You’re exhausted. Even if there was a clue as to where to find Taylor staring you in the face, you would be too worn out to see it. As for the rest of us, you haven’t exactly let us in on your progress. We can’t help you if you don’t let us.”
Lind cringed some more. It was true. He had taken this on all by himself, feeling like it was his sole responsibility. As usual. He didn’t know what prompted him to not let anybody in—even when it mattered. Shouldn’t he be trusting his brothers enough to let them help him by now?
“There’s not much progress to speak of,” he admitted. The words and the failure they spoke of tasted bitter on his tongue. “I’ve looked everywhere I could think of.” He pointed at the crossed out spots on the map.
Alec leaned over and peered down at it. He took a long look, and then he nodded. “Why don’t you let us take it from here, at least for today?” he suggested. “You should go to your girl and get some rest.”
Lind hesitated.
“Relax, you’ll still be involved,” Alec said, guessing his thoughts. “Come back bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow and we’ll all work on this together. Ok?”
After another moment’s hesitation, Lind finally nodded. He was surprised to find that it felt good to relinquish control, even if just for one day.
“It wasn’t your fault, you know,” Alec said after a moment.
Lind looked at him, puzzled.
“What happened to Margaret. You couldn’t have stopped it.”
“I could have found another way,” Lind said.
Alec shook his head. “We both know it was the best option we had to take down the Italians.”
“Was it, though?” Lind retorted. “No matter how much I try, I just can’t convince myself of that. There must have been some other way.”
“I don’t think so,” Alec said. “And even if there was, you can’t keep torturing yourself forever with ‘what if’s.’”
Easy for you to say, Lind thought bitterly. You weren’t the one to come up with the stupid idea.
Out loud, he didn’t say anything. It didn’t matter because Alec was not done talking.
“More importantly,” he said, gently but firmly, “you can’t project your guilt on Eve.”
Lind blinked, completely thrown. Was that what he had been doing? Was that why he had been so obsessive? Was he projecting all the remorse he still felt over the death of Margaret Taylor onto Eve? He wanted Eve safe, which was only natural. But he supposed Alec was right; the way he had been going at it was not the right way to do it.
“Do you really think that’s what I’ve been doing?” he asked.
“Do you really think it isn’t?” Alec retorted.
Lind exhaled slowly, blowing out the weight of all the realizations he had experienced over the past few minutes. “I guess it is,” he finally admitted. He stared at his friend in wonderment. “When the hell did you get so smart? Have you been taking psychology lessons from Lucas?”
Alec grinned. “I’ve always been smart; you’ve just always refused to see it.”
Lind shook his head, but he sobered up
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