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Eddie sighed. “He was treading on thin ice. My nightmares have started again, Jackie.” The silence stretched on and she gritted her teeth. “Jackie, look—”
“You are dead when I get there, woman! You told me those stopped a year ago. Did you lie to me then, just like you lied about taking your meds?”
“What? Who the hell told you that…? Shane, that jackass.”
“No, not jackass, smart-ass. Despite your current issues with the man, he still acts like he has your best interests at heart. As of right now, there are two things I want you to do.”
“And those would be?” Eddie asked, gripping her cane and regretting that she’d thought calling her friend would be a good idea.
“This man seems to like you and wants nothing more than to help you, so stop being a proud, bitchy little girl about it and talk to him.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. Her friend rarely cursed unless she was extremely mad. “So you’re giving me permission to drop my cover so I can tell him what happened to my pathetic little life? Then why can’t I just tell him the truth about everything right now?”
“No, Sage, you can’t, and you know it. You can say enough to give him an idea, but do not use this as an excuse to break your cover.”
“Agreed, but if he pushes, I’m punching him again.”
Jackie groaned but didn’t argue. “Fine, get a baseball bat and hit him with that, as long as you talk.”
“And the second?” Eddie said, chuckling a bit.
“Take your damn meds—twice a day, every day, just like the therapist told you.”
“But—”
“Don’t argue with me, kid. I really don’t want to pull rank on you. Got it?”
Very quietly, Eddie agreed and slammed her cane against the floor to vent the rest of her anger. “Are you and Gareth staying out in the field for the duration?”
“No, we’re being assigned to the house soon. Besides, a certain special day is coming up, and I’m not going to miss it.”
Eddie glanced at the calendar and cursed. “No, we are not celebrating that. Not right now.”
“Too bad. It’s happening with or without your consent. It’ll be fun… some wine, some cake, maybe a gunfight or two. It’s your damn birthday, woman, and after all the times I’ve watched you almost not make it, we’re celebrating,” Jackie said, her voice hard. “Deal with it.”
Eddie didn’t even bother trying to argue, resigned to her fate. Fine, it was fine. It’d be a nice distraction from dealing with Savage, anyway. She hung up and, feeling as if she might not kill Beau, walked from her office back to her bedroom, expecting to see him there, waiting to argue more, but her room was empty.
She tried to sleep but couldn’t, and Beau never came back to her room. No wonder, since she’d decked him, but his sudden absence caused her to itch with the need to find him. Not that she would apologize for hitting him. It was his fault—he’d pushed too hard—but Naomi’s memories didn’t seem to strangle her as much with him around. She flopped over again and stared at the ceiling, knowing it was either really late or really damn early.
She glanced at the clock before she got up and limped for the kitchen. Four a.m. One of these nights she’d get a decent sleep again.
The house was quiet now that the storm had finally passed, but rain was still coming down, overflowing the gutters and tapping against the windows. The tapping used to get to her, but she’d managed to tune out the noise and simply hear the rain again and not gunfire aimed at her. The events of her nightmares, however, were not so easily taken care of. They continued to play themselves over and over in her mind. When she turned the corner, ready to flip on the coffee pot, she found it already on and a small bouquet of lilies sitting next to it. They were from her garden and still wet from the rain. She shook her head, smiling, and grabbed a vase for the flowers as the front door opened and slammed
Eddie sighed. “He was treading on thin ice. My nightmares have started again, Jackie.” The silence stretched on and she gritted her teeth. “Jackie, look—”
“You are dead when I get there, woman! You told me those stopped a year ago. Did you lie to me then, just like you lied about taking your meds?”
“What? Who the hell told you that…? Shane, that jackass.”
“No, not jackass, smart-ass. Despite your current issues with the man, he still acts like he has your best interests at heart. As of right now, there are two things I want you to do.”
“And those would be?” Eddie asked, gripping her cane and regretting that she’d thought calling her friend would be a good idea.
“This man seems to like you and wants nothing more than to help you, so stop being a proud, bitchy little girl about it and talk to him.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. Her friend rarely cursed unless she was extremely mad. “So you’re giving me permission to drop my cover so I can tell him what happened to my pathetic little life? Then why can’t I just tell him the truth about everything right now?”
“No, Sage, you can’t, and you know it. You can say enough to give him an idea, but do not use this as an excuse to break your cover.”
“Agreed, but if he pushes, I’m punching him again.”
Jackie groaned but didn’t argue. “Fine, get a baseball bat and hit him with that, as long as you talk.”
“And the second?” Eddie said, chuckling a bit.
“Take your damn meds—twice a day, every day, just like the therapist told you.”
“But—”
“Don’t argue with me, kid. I really don’t want to pull rank on you. Got it?”
Very quietly, Eddie agreed and slammed her cane against the floor to vent the rest of her anger. “Are you and Gareth staying out in the field for the duration?”
“No, we’re being assigned to the house soon. Besides, a certain special day is coming up, and I’m not going to miss it.”
Eddie glanced at the calendar and cursed. “No, we are not celebrating that. Not right now.”
“Too bad. It’s happening with or without your consent. It’ll be fun… some wine, some cake, maybe a gunfight or two. It’s your damn birthday, woman, and after all the times I’ve watched you almost not make it, we’re celebrating,” Jackie said, her voice hard. “Deal with it.”
Eddie didn’t even bother trying to argue, resigned to her fate. Fine, it was fine. It’d be a nice distraction from dealing with Savage, anyway. She hung up and, feeling as if she might not kill Beau, walked from her office back to her bedroom, expecting to see him there, waiting to argue more, but her room was empty.
She tried to sleep but couldn’t, and Beau never came back to her room. No wonder, since she’d decked him, but his sudden absence caused her to itch with the need to find him. Not that she would apologize for hitting him. It was his fault—he’d pushed too hard—but Naomi’s memories didn’t seem to strangle her as much with him around. She flopped over again and stared at the ceiling, knowing it was either really late or really damn early.
She glanced at the clock before she got up and limped for the kitchen. Four a.m. One of these nights she’d get a decent sleep again.
The house was quiet now that the storm had finally passed, but rain was still coming down, overflowing the gutters and tapping against the windows. The tapping used to get to her, but she’d managed to tune out the noise and simply hear the rain again and not gunfire aimed at her. The events of her nightmares, however, were not so easily taken care of. They continued to play themselves over and over in her mind. When she turned the corner, ready to flip on the coffee pot, she found it already on and a small bouquet of lilies sitting next to it. They were from her garden and still wet from the rain. She shook her head, smiling, and grabbed a vase for the flowers as the front door opened and slammed
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