Her eyes grew wide. “Ted was your boyfriend? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Because just mentioning his name would’ve been enough to start a fight with Skip. “There was no point. Ted wasn’t part of our lives. But now...”

“Now he is.” She seemed happy about that.

“Yes, but I need you to be aware of the past and how that might make Ted and me feel awkward if you...if you say the wrong thing.”

She was silent as she considered that. Then she said, “I’ll be careful.”

“Thanks.”

“But do you think you two might ever get back together?”

“I told you, he’s seeing Eve.”

“That doesn’t mean he’ll marry her.”

“You want me to start dating?”

“Why not? You don’t owe Dad anything. Not after what he did.”

This was an interesting twist. Alexa had always been a daddy’s girl. “We have to try to remember the good things about your father, Lex. He loved you. He—”

“Was desperate when he jumped ship. I know. You told me before. But...”

She didn’t sound impressed. “What?” Sophia prompted.

“How could he love us and do what he did?”

“He was confused on top of everything else.”

“Confused? About what? About whether he wanted to be part of our family? Look at what happened at school! I’d still have my friends if he hadn’t hurt so many people.”

Sophia couldn’t argue with that. “True, but—”

“Why do you always defend him? He wouldn’t have said any nice things about you if you’d jumped off the yacht.”

No doubt that was true. But she wasn’t Skip—and she didn’t want to be anything like him. “That’s beside the point.”

Alexa slumped in her seat. “So why?” she asked again. “Why do you defend him?”

“I don’t do it for him. I do it for you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Even give up drinking?”

“That’s right.”

She reached over to take Sophia’s hand, and Sophia couldn’t help smiling. Maybe the past weeks had been pure hell, but there was something new and fresh and exciting being forged in that fire. For one thing, she and Alexa were pulling together, growing closer than they’d ever been. It made Sophia feel good to be the parent to come through for a change—made her feel better than she had in years.

“You’re a good mom.”

Hearing the conviction in Alexa’s voice filled Sophia with warmth. For a second, she was glad that Skip had shown who he really was. Without that, maybe she wouldn’t have found out who she really was.

“And you’re a wonderful daughter.” She gave Alexa’s hand a squeeze. But that special moment didn’t last much longer than it took to start the car and drive home. As Sophia crested the top of the hill where they lived, she saw that the battle they were waging was far from over.

18

Ted left Eve’s determined to overcome the rebellion of his own heart. She’d make a great wife, a great mother. With her, he’d never have to deal with trust issues. So why not pursue a more serious relationship?

Maybe he’d been hanging back all these years, feeling he couldn’t get over Sophia, when that wasn’t the case at all. Maybe he simply hadn’t tried hard enough. These days, half the people in his group of friends were married. He was ready to make the same transition, to embrace the next phase of life. And he could be happy with Eve. They’d had a really nice time tonight.

Well, overall they’d had a nice time. There were a few moments when he’d felt a little spooked by the possessiveness in her touch. And it was a bit odd that, even though they’d kissed, he hadn’t been in the mood to make love.

But she hadn’t pushed him.

See? Even in that she was perfect. He’d said that it had been a hell of a day and he was exhausted, and they’d had a piece of pie and watched TV. With her, life would be simple. So what if he didn’t want to jump into bed all the time? He just needed a chance to acclimate to being physical with someone he’d never previously viewed in a sexual way. Ignoring that slight resistance wasn’t quite so easy when you were sober.

He was almost home when he checked his phone and saw that he’d missed a call from Sophia. It’d come in not long after she’d left his place.

Curious, he pulled over to listen to her message.

“Ted? Um...sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you have a gun you could lend me. But...I’ll figure out something else. Don’t worry. No need to return this call.”

A gun? Why would she need a gun?

He considered calling her back, but it was close to midnight. He doubted she’d be up this late. He hoped not. With the way things had been going for her, she needed the rest.

Right now he felt like he could use some rest, too. Since she’d come to work for him, his life hadn’t been the same, and he had a feeling it might never go back. If he continued seeing Eve, he could be married this time next year.

Putting the transmission back in Drive, he turned around. He figured he could go by Sophia’s. If there were any lights on, he’d return her call, make sure everything was okay. The fact that Chief Stacy had been so antagonistic toward her, when he held so much power in Whiskey Creek, was disconcerting. Then there was that incident with Alexa at school. Maybe Connie had gone home and told her parents the same story she’d told Mrs. Vaughn and they’d decided to get nasty. After all, Sophia and Lex were in that huge house all by themselves, and everyone knew where they lived. Ted didn’t think his fellow residents would do anything to cause serious harm—but Sophia had asked for a gun. There must’ve been a reason.

He snapped off his headlights as he arrived at the top of the hill and turned toward the house. The DeBussi mansion was the only residence up here. It wasn’t as if he’d be disturbing any of Sophia’s neighbors. He just didn’t want to shine bright lights into her windows, didn’t want to scare her if she happened to be up.

Not only that but, truth be told, he preferred she not know he’d come to check on her. This was strictly for his own peace of mind.

He barely pressed on the gas; mostly he let the engine idle as he rolled toward her house. Several strips of toilet paper fluttered from the tallest trees, as if they’d recently been T.P.’d and whoever’d cleaned up couldn’t reach that high, but other than the dim pagoda lamps strategically placed in the landscaping, no lights were on.

This had been a waste of time. Sophia and Alexa were in bed, as he’d imagined.

Reassured, he nearly made a U-turn at the end of the court so he could go home. He would’ve hurried out of there; he was seconds away from doing just that when he spotted a dark shape on the porch.

Because that shape looked human, he hit the brakes instead of the gas.

Were Sophia and Alexa getting T.P.’d again? Or was that someone trying to get in?

Whoever it was didn’t turn at the sound of his engine. After pulling into Sophia’s circular drive, he parked and walked quickly toward the house. He’d almost decided he’d been wrong. What he saw couldn’t be a human. There was still no reaction to his approach.

But then he realized why. It wasn’t someone; it was Sophia. She was sitting on a metal fold-out chair, since her lawn furniture had been taken from the house. Fast asleep, her breath misting in the cold air, she had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders—and a rifle in her lap.

Obviously she’d found a gun. But...what was she doing?

He reached out to give her shoulder a shake, pausing when he noticed the broken window. An object had been thrown through it. Then he saw what looked like the word Bitch spray-painted across her front door. A symbol had been drawn on the porch, too. It seemed to be some kind of rocket....

Someone had done more than T.P. the property. Had this happened tonight? Judging by Sophia’s attempt to defend her house, he guessed it had.