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he started out the door, Camden breezed in past him and said, "Hello."
He nodded and continued on his way, Camden's eyes following him like a cat toying with a mouse, as he closed the door. She turned and faced Michaela. "Hot damn, look at you, finally moving on. Tell me, I have got to know, who is the hottie?"
"You don't really want to know," Michaela replied and burst into tears.
EIGHT
CAMDEN LOANED HER SHOULDER TO MICHAELA and after a couple of hours she was all cried out— again. They now sat in silence on the couch.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't imagine what you've been through today, and I'm sorry that I wasn't here for you. I wish you'd called me, I would have boogied back here."
"I know. The day has gone by in a blur. It all seems so surreal. There are moments when it feels like it didn't happen, and I actually smiled when that detective was here, but then the reality hits and I feel so horrible. I can't explain it." She lifted her head, and the room spun slightly— the combination of exhaustion and lack of any decent food.
"Who do you think could have done this?" Camden asked.
"I don't know, and I don't know why either. Lou was such a good man. He didn't have it in him to hurt anyone. His gentle hand with the horses, his demeanor... You knew him. He was solid, decent." She shook her head. "It makes no sense to me at all."
"He was one of the good guys, Mick. I feel lucky to have known him, although I don't think he ever had much tolerance for me." Camden laughed.
"That's not true. Uncle Lou liked you."
Camden waved a hand at her. "Please, we both know that I am not quite as down to earth as your uncle would have liked, especially for someone in your life."
"Okay, so maybe you were a bit flamboyant for him. But he appreciated you. I know that."
"No matter. I liked him and I know how much he loved you, so we were both on the same page there. But again, who do you think would want him dead?" At that moment a knock at the sliding glass door caused them both to turn. "Ah, Dr. Slater is back in town, huh?" Camden asked. Michaela nodded. "When did he get back?" Michaela shrugged. "I see. Well, better get the door. I'll make myself scarce. You two probably have some talking to do."
Michaela opened the door.
"Hi, Ethan. How was your trip? We missed you around here," Camden said.
"Good. Thanks."
"Did you come to comfort our girl?"
"I did."
"Great. I think she's a bit better. You always seem to have a knack for putting a smile on her face. And, I've probably done all I can for the evening. I'll let you two talk. I think she could still use some company."
Michaela cleared her throat. "Hello, guys, I'm right here. I'm not a kid, you know. I love how much you care, but come on."
Camden rolled her eyes. "There she goes again with that 'I'm-so-tough' act. Don't let her fool you."
"I won't," Ethan replied.
"Night all, and Michaela, if you need me, I'm just down the hall."
"Sorry I'm late," Ethan said. "I checked on Leo a minute ago; looks like things are moving along fine in his gut. I'm pleased, because you know colic can be rough. I wish I could have helped you more today with him," he said, taking a seat in one of Michaela's leather chairs opposite her tan sofa.
"I told you that you didn't need to come back here."
"I know what you told me, but since when do I ever listen to you?"
"Good point." She plopped back down on the couch. "Are you gonna tell me why Detective Davis was by to talk to you and what had you so upset with Lou?"
"No. Not right now." Ethan rubbed his temples. "Honestly, I can't tell you anything until I find out a few more things myself."
"What the hell are you talking about? You're really starting to irritate me, Ethan."
"Well, you wouldn't be the only woman I've heard that from tonight."
"Oh, no, no, no, do not tell me," Michaela said. She took one look at him and knew. Dammit, the man was a glutton for punishment. "You and Summer?" It all came back to her, Ethan rushing off to his
He nodded and continued on his way, Camden's eyes following him like a cat toying with a mouse, as he closed the door. She turned and faced Michaela. "Hot damn, look at you, finally moving on. Tell me, I have got to know, who is the hottie?"
"You don't really want to know," Michaela replied and burst into tears.
EIGHT
CAMDEN LOANED HER SHOULDER TO MICHAELA and after a couple of hours she was all cried out— again. They now sat in silence on the couch.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't imagine what you've been through today, and I'm sorry that I wasn't here for you. I wish you'd called me, I would have boogied back here."
"I know. The day has gone by in a blur. It all seems so surreal. There are moments when it feels like it didn't happen, and I actually smiled when that detective was here, but then the reality hits and I feel so horrible. I can't explain it." She lifted her head, and the room spun slightly— the combination of exhaustion and lack of any decent food.
"Who do you think could have done this?" Camden asked.
"I don't know, and I don't know why either. Lou was such a good man. He didn't have it in him to hurt anyone. His gentle hand with the horses, his demeanor... You knew him. He was solid, decent." She shook her head. "It makes no sense to me at all."
"He was one of the good guys, Mick. I feel lucky to have known him, although I don't think he ever had much tolerance for me." Camden laughed.
"That's not true. Uncle Lou liked you."
Camden waved a hand at her. "Please, we both know that I am not quite as down to earth as your uncle would have liked, especially for someone in your life."
"Okay, so maybe you were a bit flamboyant for him. But he appreciated you. I know that."
"No matter. I liked him and I know how much he loved you, so we were both on the same page there. But again, who do you think would want him dead?" At that moment a knock at the sliding glass door caused them both to turn. "Ah, Dr. Slater is back in town, huh?" Camden asked. Michaela nodded. "When did he get back?" Michaela shrugged. "I see. Well, better get the door. I'll make myself scarce. You two probably have some talking to do."
Michaela opened the door.
"Hi, Ethan. How was your trip? We missed you around here," Camden said.
"Good. Thanks."
"Did you come to comfort our girl?"
"I did."
"Great. I think she's a bit better. You always seem to have a knack for putting a smile on her face. And, I've probably done all I can for the evening. I'll let you two talk. I think she could still use some company."
Michaela cleared her throat. "Hello, guys, I'm right here. I'm not a kid, you know. I love how much you care, but come on."
Camden rolled her eyes. "There she goes again with that 'I'm-so-tough' act. Don't let her fool you."
"I won't," Ethan replied.
"Night all, and Michaela, if you need me, I'm just down the hall."
"Sorry I'm late," Ethan said. "I checked on Leo a minute ago; looks like things are moving along fine in his gut. I'm pleased, because you know colic can be rough. I wish I could have helped you more today with him," he said, taking a seat in one of Michaela's leather chairs opposite her tan sofa.
"I told you that you didn't need to come back here."
"I know what you told me, but since when do I ever listen to you?"
"Good point." She plopped back down on the couch. "Are you gonna tell me why Detective Davis was by to talk to you and what had you so upset with Lou?"
"No. Not right now." Ethan rubbed his temples. "Honestly, I can't tell you anything until I find out a few more things myself."
"What the hell are you talking about? You're really starting to irritate me, Ethan."
"Well, you wouldn't be the only woman I've heard that from tonight."
"Oh, no, no, no, do not tell me," Michaela said. She took one look at him and knew. Dammit, the man was a glutton for punishment. "You and Summer?" It all came back to her, Ethan rushing off to his
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