“Wait— What? I thought you wanted to see your son.”
“No, I want you to see my son.”
“But—”
“Just work your magic, get him to talk to you.” Char hugged her. “He needs that, honey. More than you know. He doesn’t have anyone in his life to let go to. Oh, and give him a haircut—or whatever treatment floats your boat. God knows he could use a little TLC. But don’t forget to feed him the old folks home story.” She grinned. “I’ll leave my credit card at the front desk. Make sure to wear that pretty little sign on your forehead.”
“What sign?”
“The one that says, Spill your guts to me.”
Lily was boggled. “I don’t have a—”
“Yes, you do. That’s what makes you such a good cosmetologist. You listen. You care. It’s what he needs, trust me. He doesn’t spill his guts to anyone. Ever.”
“Maybe he doesn’t have any real feelings to spill,” Lily said.
Char laughed again. “Aw, now we both know that’s not even close to true.” She hugged Lily again, winked, and left.
“But what am I supposed to do with him?” she asked Char’s empty chair.
The chair didn’t answer.
Chapter 14
Aidan was exhausted. The night before he hadn’t gotten to bed until midnight, and no sooner had his head hit the pillow than an S&R call had come in.
Two hikers, a newlywed couple from Denver, hadn’t checked back into their honeymoon suite for the night at a local hotel. Earlier in the day, the concierge had sent them on a hike and then had worried that maybe they were lost.
When the couple hadn’t returned by the next morning, their family and friends became concerned as well.
Dispatch had finally gotten a panicked call from the couple themselves, who’d managed to climb high enough to get cell service. They were hopelessly lost, freezing, freaking out, and hungry.
They were told to start a fire to keep warm while S&R worked their way to them.
The couple had called dispatch back twice. They’d had trouble starting a fire. Dispatch walked them through it, instructing them to find something for kindling before carefully stacking the wood correctly to catch fire.
By the time Aidan and Mitch had located them, the couple indeed had found something for kindling. In spite of being surrounded by hundreds of thousands of acres of forestland filled to the brim with pine needles and fallen twigs, they’d been burning their cash.
Aidan had seen people burn their clothes, their supplies … He’d genuinely thought he’d seen it all. But this was a new one, even for him.
And now Lily wanted to see him at the salon, something about returning the favor, which he didn’t care about.
What he did care about was the tone in her voice. Uncertainty. Nerves.
What the hell was up? Sliding his phone into his pocket, he stood up.
Gray and Hudson stared at him.
“Got a thing,” he said.
“You’re in the middle of a thing,” Hudson said. “A management meeting thing.”
Aidan kept heading to the door.
“Hey,” Gray said. “There’s still a few items on the to-do list. What about Lenny?”
Aidan turned back. “He’s pissed.”
“So am I,” Gray said grimly.
“He says he’s quit drinking. I’m trying to keep an eye on him. So is Mitch.”
“Listen,” Gray said, “it might be easier if I take over Lenny watch.”
“I brought him on board, I’ll take responsibility.”
There was a long silence during which Gray and Hudson gave each other a long look.
“What?” Aidan snapped.
“Lenny’s a friend of yours,” Gray said. “That’s what. And he’s an alcoholic. Not your fault, by the way. So you don’t have to take responsibility for him.”
“I said I’d do it,” Aidan said.
Gray looked at him for a beat. “Fine. Moving on to Dad.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Hudson still wants to track him down.”
This gave Aidan a gut ache. Track him down? Christ. Just the thought brought a tidal wave of memories. It’d been hot as hell that night he’d found his dad cheating. He could remember the sweat pouring down his face after having the shit beat out of him. Nearly passing out walking home to his mom. But what he remembered most was the look on his mom’s face when he told her his dad was cheating on her. Which had been nothing compared to her expression when she discovered Richard had laid his hands on Aidan. He’d never intended for her to know that. Had wished she hadn’t figured it out. Because as he’d known it would, it just about killed her.
And then Richard had shown up and that was when Char clocked him with her frying pan …
Gray had been away at camp. He had no idea that a thirteen-year-old Aidan had been the catalyst for the fight. No one but Char knew. Shortly after that, she’d found out about the other kids Richard had deserted, which further cemented her hatred of the man who’d never lived up to his own responsibilities.