“YOU LOOK LIKE you could use this.” Abby slid a slice of triple chocolate cheesecake in front of Paige and dropped into the chair across from her.
Paige glanced up from the list she’d made of where Jasper O’Neill might be hiding. She’d already crossed off more than a dozen places Willa thought he might go. If Paige timed things out properly, she could check the rest by the weekend. All she wanted was a chance to talk to him, to get a feel for what was really going on before Fletch managed to track him down. If Jasper was in trouble as Paige suspected, maybe she could convince him to go with her to talk to Fletch…and ask for his help.
“Cheesecake?” Paige’s sigh stopped halfway in her throat. “Ah, you didn’t make this, did you, Abby?” Paige asked with what she hoped was a teasing lilt in her voice.
“Just for that, you lose the first bite.” Abby forked off a chunk and popped it in her mouth. “Boy, that man of mine really knows what he’s doing in the kitchen.” She sat back in her chair with a contented smile on her face.
Paige followed her gaze out the window of Flutterby Dreams and wished she could lose herself in the sound of the waves crashing over the rocks far below. After making a colossal cake mess in their own kitchen, Charlie had insisted she needed to see Simon tonight. They had something serious to discuss that could not wait one more second. One phone call later, Paige found herself at the Flutterby Inn for an early, quiet dinner. Simon and Charlie sat nestled at a corner table eating butternut-squash-infused macaroni and cheese and working on some secret project that made Paige’s chest constrict.
“You have any idea what those two are up to?” Paige had lost track of the number of times she’d asked that particular question. Normally she would be asking Holly.
“Not a clue,” Abby said. “Simon’s had his nose glued to that notebook of his for the past day and a half. And I don’t think it has anything to do with school.”
“Doesn’t he have homework to do?” Paige was beginning to think the busier Simon was, the easier her own life would be.
“His new school doesn’t believe in homework.” Abby smirked. “Yeah, something Holly sprang on me after we agreed to keep a hold of him. Funny how that worked out.”
“Trust me, fighting the homework battle is not fun. Count yourself lucky.”
“What’s going on, Paige?” Abby reached across the table and nudged the plate closer. “Something’s bugging you. I can tell because you tend to run silent when your mind’s racing. I thought about putting truth serum in the chocolate sauce, but Jason said that was overkill.”
“Smart man, your Jason.” Unable to resist any longer, Paige scooped up her own bite and dived in. “Something odd happened with Fletch today.”
“Define odd.”
“He yelled at Charlie.” Part of her still couldn’t quite believe it.
“Fletch?” Abby’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared under her blond waves. “That doesn’t sound like him. Did she tell you what happened? Why he yelled at her?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Paige nodded. “Something about the water and the beach and her going down there unsupervised. He owned up to it, by the way. Didn’t try to hide it, which I give him credit for. But he just seemed really upset by it.” Way more than he should have been.
And that bothered her more than it should.
“Yeah, well, our neighborhood deputy isn’t exactly known for confrontation. That said he’s definitely a ride-to-the-rescue kind of guy. I’ve never known anyone so willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family and friends.”
Paige agreed. Fletch was attentive when it came to trying to make other people’s lives easier, hers included. Not that she made it easy for him. How was he to know doing so could do more damage than good? “I don’t know. With Charlie, it felt like more than that.” She’d never seen that particular look in his eyes before. Sad. And sad simply didn’t suit him. “I almost felt as if he’s punishing himself for what happened.”
“I’m curious as to why you care.” Abby folded her hands on her stomach and stretched out her legs, the bright peach floral dress she wore settling around her knees. “I thought you weren’t interested in him.”
“So that means I shouldn’t care when something’s bothering him?” Paige closed her book.
“Pretty much.” Abby grinned. “I knew you were protesting a little too loudly. You do like him.”
“Everyone likes Fletch,” Paige countered. “I just don’t like to think of anyone in pain.”
“Then might I suggest you have this conversation with him instead of me?”
But that would mean having to have an actual conversation. It would mean expanding on what was already too friendly a relationship. And because…because… “That might have been an option before. Now, I’m not so sure. It’s like he closed some kind of door in my face.” And she didn’t like the feeling at all.
“That definitely doesn’t sound like Fletch.” Abby frowned. “But it does sound as if you got what you wanted. Except now you have me curious. Too bad Lori’s out of town. Otherwise we could pick her brain about this. Want me to talk to her the next time she calls?”
“No.” Paige shook her head. “No. I think you’re right. If I’m this concerned I should just ask him directly.” As if that wasn’t going to open a whole new can of worms. No good would come from prying. She needed to let it go. “I’m probably making more out of this than I need to.”
“I’m not so sure. I’ve known Fletch more than half my life, Paige. In all that time I’ve never seen him go all googly-eyed like he does when you and Charlie are around. If he’s pushing you away, there’s got to be a pretty big reason. And I, for one, would be very interested to know what that reason might be.”
* * *
“WHAT’S THE MATTER with you?” Simon sighed and rested his cheek in his hand. “I thought you wanted to get your mom and Deputy Fletcher out on a real date.”
“I did. I do.” Charlie couldn’t sit still. She tried to keep her voice down. Her mom and Abby were watching both of them as if they knew she and Simon were planning something. Which of course they were.
Even though her mom had tried to make her feel better about what had happened at the beach, she couldn’t stop thinking about how Deputy Fletcher had yelled at her. He’d scared her. And… Charlie rubbed a hand against her chest. He’d hurt her heart. “Does Luke ever get mad at you? Does he yell?”
“Luke? No.” Simon shook his head. “My mom does, though. But that’s because I’d try the patience of a saint.” He puffed out his chest as if his statement was something to be proud of.
“So he never got angry with you? Not even when you broke his computer?”
“Sure he did.” But Simon shrugged it off. “He got real mad, but we talked it all out and he said it was okay to be angry with him for all the stuff I’d heard he’d done. We worked it out like men.”
Charlie’s nose wrinkled. What did that mean? “But he didn’t stay mad at you, right? He still likes you?”
“He must. He’s adopting me.” Simon frowned and looked at her. “Did Fletch get mad at you for something?”
“Yeah. But my mom says it’s because I scared him and he overreacted.” She still wasn’t completely convinced she hadn’t broken something between them. She looked out the window into the dark, wondering yet again how close those ocean caves were. If their plan to get her mom and Deputy Fletch together didn’t work, she’d have only one thing left to try.
But that she’d have to do on her own.
“Moms and dads yell,” Simon said. “Well, except for Luke, but Mom says that’s because his dad was really, really mean. Yelling is part of the job. Trust me, I’ve been yelled at a lot. It doesn’t mean they don’t love you anymore.”
“I don’t think he liked doing it,” Charlie thought out loud. “I made him a cake, so maybe he’ll like me again.”
“Why wouldn’t he like you anymore?”
Charlie sighed. “I told you. He yelled at me.”
“Yelling at a person and not liking someone are two different things. Look.” Simon closed his notebook and brought his head in real close. “Once we do what we’re going to do, there’s no going back. I promised you I’d help, but you have to be really, really sure. I can’t get into any more trouble.”
“It’s not trouble if you’re helping a friend,” Charlie said.
“Doesn’t mean what we’re doing is right. We can use one of the other ideas.”
“I’m not going to run away and scare my mom so she asks Deputy Fletcher for help.” Charlie had her limits. “And I’m not going to lock them in the freezer at the diner.” Where did he come up with this stuff? From those stupid comic books of his, probably.
That new school of his wasn’t doing him any good as far as she was concerned. Simon was becoming…boring.
“Then this is what we’re left with. We just need to find a way to pay for it. So.” Simon tapped his pen on his notebook. “Does your mom have a credit card we can use or not?”
Charlie’s heart sank. “I thought you said we could use your mom’s.”
“The one I memorized expired and I can’t find the replacement one.” Simon’s face twisted in disgust. “She must have taken it with her. It’s like she doesn’t trust me to leave it lying around.”
Charlie didn’t answer. She didn’t like lying, especially to her best friend. But not answering him turned out to be just as bad.
“Charlie?” Simon narrowed his eyes. “Does she have one we can use?”
“I’m not supposed to know about it.” Charlie sat back and scratched her finger into the paper of her own notebook. “It’s only for big emergencies.”
“This is an emergency.” Simon looked like he was getting angry with her. Charlie tightly shut her jaw. She was tired of people getting upset when all she wanted was to have a real family like Simon did. “Do you want Deputy Fletch as your dad or not?”
“Fine.” Charlie ducked her head. “I’ll get it.” But she didn’t have to like it.
“And I’ll need to use your mom’s computer. What?” His eyes went wide when she glared at him. “Abby won’t let me use hers without her watching, and I can’t do this at school. As important as this is to you, I’m not going to risk getting kicked out.”
“I’ll figure it out.” This getting-adults-to-like-each-other thing was more work than she expected. She was tired of trying to be sneaky. She didn’t like keeping secrets or lying.
But if it was the only way for her to get a dad of her own, if it meant she’d never have to leave Butterfly Harbor again, she didn’t have a choice.
* * *
FLETCH SAT UP behind his desk, stifled a yawn and stretched as he finished sorting the property information he and Oz had gathered yesterday. With Oz currently out on morning patrol, Fletch was manning the station and trying not to let the lack of sleep get to him.
As if he needed confirmation four and a half hours of driving around Butterfly Harbor in the dead of night was not conducive to productivity. He hadn’t come across a hint of a disturbance, and as near as he could tell, Jasper O’Neill had vanished. The entire case felt like a waste of time, and he had less than twenty-four hours before he needed to report in to his highness the mayor and convince him he was close to stopping the mini-crime wave for good.
Matt’s truck rumbled in the parking lot. Fletch gave a silent prayer of thanks for the reprieve. So far his big property-connection idea had turned up zilch, at least not with the limited information they’d gleaned to date. Oz was doing his bit keeping the mayor’s assistant abreast of things; that Oz had mentioned the cute redhead on more than one occasion told Fletch he didn’t have to worry about that task falling through the cracks.
Fletch wasn’t giving up. In fact he’d reached out to the county assessor’s office, but as he was in meetings for the rest of the day, once again, they were in hover mode. Whatever was going on with these break-ins and vandalisms, Fletch was more convinced than ever there was more to the crimes than mere delinquency.
Fletch fixed himself a cup of coffee, adding a second pod to the machine as the door opened.
“Miss me?” Matt’s bellow rang through the station.
Cash sat up. “Woof.”
“Ah, thanks, Fuzz Face. I missed you, too.” Matt grabbed one of the treats they kept on the counter and gave it to the dog. The quiet, distinctive click of Matt’s prosthesis served as the only physical reminder of his service in the army. The loss of his leg, near as Fletch could tell, hadn’t slowed the former soldier down. As Matt was fond of saying, he’d made it home. A lot of his fellow grunts hadn’t; reason enough to be grateful. “What’s going on around here? You find Jasper yet?”
“Not a sign of him,” Fletch said. “I think we’ve hit a wall, so we’re going to let you take a crack at it. Fresh eyes and all. Unless you have something to share?”
“Didn’t take you long to ask.” Matt headed to the coffee machine and set a piece of paper on Fletch’s desk. “Kyle gave me a couple of names for you to check out. Some of the places they used to hang. He says he hasn’t been in touch with any of his friends. I checked with the officers in charge and they back that up. Kyle didn’t seem that torn up over someone trashing his house, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe him, especially since he didn’t give me any grief for asking.”
“Kyle was never destructive for destruction’s sake,” Fletch said. “What he did was out of self-preservation.” No doubt it was making a difference to have someone actually interested in his well-being. Given Kyle had managed to squat in one of the Flutterby Inn’s on-site cottages for a few weeks before anyone—anyone being Luke—caught on, he was probably the best source they had. “We all get that.”
“We do, indeed. Anything exciting happen while I was away?” Matt made his way to his desk against the far wall, unloaded his stuff and slipped his sidearm into the locked file cabinet.
“Nothing of note,” Fletch said. “Oz should be back in a bit. We both went on extra patrol last night, trying to stave off any new break-ins.”
“Sounds like fun to me. Any place in particular you’re looking at for tonight?”
“You want to take one?”
“Someplace else I should be?” Matt frowned, his dark eyebrows veeing over his equally dark eyes.
It was on the tip of Fletch’s tongue to ask how Matt felt about Lori being out of town, but best he actually be awake for the conversation. Whatever response Fletch might have offered was cut short by the office door opening.
“Knock, knock.” Paige poked her head in, caught his gaze, then looked down. “It’s okay. He’s here.”
Fletch shot to his feet. He scrubbed his palms down the side of his pants as Paige and Charlie rounded the corner. “Um, hi.” He focused in on a timid-looking Charlie carrying an oversize bakery box in her arms. “Paige, I didn’t expect—”
“I know.” Paige pushed her daughter forward. “We thought we’d surprise you. Charlie has something she’d like to say.”
Charlie took an uncharacteristically shy step toward him. “Deputy Fletch, I’m very sorry I scared you yesterday. Mom says sorry doesn’t mean anything without proving it, so…” She leaned forward and set the box on the corner of his desk. Fletch reached out and caught it before it tumbled to the floor. “I baked this for you. I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends again.”
She clasped her hands behind her back. The buckles of her bright pink overalls shimmered in the late-morning sun.
Shame crashed through him. His overreaction with what had happened on the beach yesterday had been the main reason he hadn’t been able to sleep last night. All he could envision were Charlie’s round eyes filling with betrayed tears…when he wasn’t thinking about the damage those waves could have done to her. “You didn’t have to make me anything, Charlie.” Until this moment he didn’t realize just how much he’d missed seeing her around. He sat on the edge of his chair and pried the corner of the box up. “Mmm. Chocolate. My favorite.”
Charlie beamed. “Really? I hoped so. Everyone likes chocolate, right, Deputy Matt?”
“Right, kid.” Matt sat back in his chair, folded his hands behind his head and cast an amused look in Fletch’s direction. “I was just asking the deputy here if anything exciting had happened while I was gone. Sounds like I missed something.”
“Nothing worth getting into,” Paige said. “What’s done is done. All is forgiven. On everyone’s part. Okay, Fletcher?”
Fletch’s heart constricted as he met her pleading gaze. This wasn’t about him or his issues or a past he couldn’t change; it wasn’t about what he needed at all. This was about Charlie and her desire to fix what she thought she’d broken. “Agreed.” He held out his hand and waited for Charlie to take it. “Now, are you going to tell me how your meeting went with your teacher?”
“Oh, we don’t want to interrupt—” Paige said, but Fletch shook his head.
“You’re not. And besides, I think Deputy Matt and I need a piece of this cake.”
“I heard that.” Matt jumped to his feet and headed for the makeshift kitchen they kept on the side table.
“I’m afraid Charlie and I have to get back to the diner. I’m up for the lunch rush.”
“I can bring her back if that’s okay,” Fletch said. “After she has some cake. That okay with you, Charlie?”
“Uh-huh.” Charlie nodded so hard she rocked back on her heels. “We can take Cash for a w-a-l-k, too. But I won’t go anywhere alone. Especially the beach. I promise.”
“It’s fine with me, if it’s all right with Fletch.” Paige looked more than halfway convinced. “I’ll see you a bit later, then. Matt, glad you’re back. Everything okay with Kyle?”
“What is it you and Charlie say?” Matt asked. “Five by five? Boy’s doing well.”
“Nice to hear. Charlie, behave please.”
“I will, Mom.” Fletch smiled as the little girl’s eyes landed on the cake. “May I have a small piece?”
“I think that sounds like a good idea.” Fletch took the knife from Matt and cut a chunk of lopsided cake. He cut a larger piece for Matt, then felt like a heel when he couldn’t give any to Cash, who looked more than offended. “Chocolate isn’t good for dogs,” he told Charlie when she leaned against his leg.
“I know. Poor Cash. Maybe we can give him a treat later.”
Cash’s ears perked.
“This looks amazing, Charlie.” Fletch took a healthy forkful, the unusual biting flavor exploding in his mouth. He glanced over at Matt, who gobbled his piece appreciatively.
“Um, Charlie?” Fletch reached for his coffee after swallowing hard. “What flavor cake is this?”
“Banana. Mom has a special recipe.” Charlie shot him a chocolate-coated grin. “You like it? Did I do a good job? Someday I want to bake as good as she does.”
He nodded, feeling the prickly heat work its way down his neck. “It’s great. Good job.” He took another bite, forced himself to chew as the itching erupted under his shirt.
“Oh, before I forget. Simon’s doing this project for school.” Charlie dug out a folded set of papers and placed them on his desk. “Would you mind answering some questions for us?”
“Us? You’re helping him?” Thankful for an excuse to set the cake aside, Fletch focused on the questions. He tugged at the collar, swallowed again. “What kind of pet did I have growing up? What’s my favorite dinner? What’s my ideal night out? Seems like strange questions for school.”
Charlie shrugged. “They’re weird, but very important. I’m done.” She dumped her plate in the trash, wiped her face and turned her attention to Cash. “May I take him outside? I promise I’ll stay in the parking lot where you can see me.”
“Yeah, good,” Fletch choked, his eyes watering. “Go ahead.” The heat was moving its way up the sides of his neck.
The second Charlie and Cash were gone, Fletch dived for the bathroom.
“What on earth is the matter with you?” Matt stood in the doorway as Fletch frantically searched the medicine cabinet for the antihistamine.
“Bananas,” Fletch gasped as he looked in the mirror. The hives were taking over, working their way up his face, under his hairline. He felt as if a hill of fire ants were eating him alive. “I’m allergic.” He downed two pills and gripped the sink.
“Oh, man.” Matt’s laughter might have pulled a smile out of Fletch if he’d had the ability. “You’re allergic to bananas and you still ate the cake? You have it bad for those two.”
No doubt about it, Fletch agreed with a painful nod.
He certainly had it bad.