by Regina Hart
“Thank you.” Every muscle in Ean’s body relaxed with the other man’s words. “It’ll take me a few weeks to wrap up my open cases. I’ll get Wendy up to speed on my new matters.”
The second-year associate eyed his cases—and his office—with something close to lust. Would she be able to mask her pleasure at the announcement of Ean’s resignation?
“What will you do back in Trinity Falls, Ohio?”
Ean offered a weak smile. “I don’t know that, either.”
“Stay in touch.” Hugh extended his right hand. “If you need anything—a recommendation, your job back, anything at all—call me.”
Ean clasped the other man’s hand. His face eased into a smile. “I appreciate that.”
As he turned to leave, his black Bruno Magli shoes sank into the plush carpet. He had a lot to do, but his thoughts kept turning to his late father, widowed mother, childhood friends and the woman who’d broken his heart six years before.
“You’re full of energy.” Megan McCloud huffed a breath. She picked up her pace as she jogged with Doreen Fever through Trinity Falls’s Freedom Park Saturday morning. She’d thought they’d have an easy jog on the last day of August, enjoying the turning foliage and waning summer. Her friend must have had other ideas.
Doreen pulled back her pace. “Ean called last night.”
Megan’s heart hopped once at the name of her teenage crush. “How is he?”
“He’s quit his job. He’s coming home. Permanently.”
Megan tripped over nothing on the winding dirt path. She caught her balance and her breath. “When?”
“That was my reaction.” Doreen’s warm brown eyes twinkled with humor.
In her lemon yellow jersey and black running pants, Ean’s mother looked at least a decade younger than her sixty years.
Megan forced her numb limbs to keep up with Doreen as they continued jogging. “He’s coming back to Trinity Falls?” Seriously? “Why?”
“Didn’t say.” There was maternal concern in the older woman’s breathy voice. “He thinks it’ll take eight weeks—give or take—to finish his cases and move.”
Megan’s heart reacted like that fourteen-year-old girl she’d been as she called to mind the eighteen-year-old Ean. He’d been larger than life to her adoring eyes: long, fluid muscles, broad shoulders and a sexy smile. But his almond-shaped olive eyes had never noticed her. All he’d seen was her older cousin, Ramona.
The path veered left around a group of bushes lit by one of the park’s many security lamps. They followed the trail deeper, past morning walkers and a few other joggers.
Megan drew in the scent of warm air and packed dirt. “Is he all right?”
“He said he is.” Doreen didn’t seem convinced. “He sounded fine. Better than he has in a long time.”
The last time Megan had seen Ean was during his father’s funeral, more than six months ago. Did he even remember their exchange? She’d shaken his hand and expressed her condolences. But Ean’s eyes had looked so lost—not even Ramona’s touch reached him. Megan knew well the pain of losing a beloved family member. She’d lost two—four, if you included the parents she barely remembered.
Megan’s thoughts returned to the present. “Did you have any idea he’d been thinking of coming back?” Had Ramona?
“None.”
Megan couldn’t wrap her mind around the news. “Ever since high school, all Ean’s wanted to do was leave Trinity Falls. Why is he moving back?”
Doreen chuckled. “Paul used to say Ean had been born with a road map out of town.”
Megan smiled at the mention of her friend’s late husband. “Ean always had a plan, which is another reason this decision is so out of character.”
“I know. My son has never been spontaneous.” Doreen paused as they jogged past two women speed walking on the trail. “He chose his college when he was in elementary school. And he selected his law school before he graduated from high school.”
Megan had been devastated when he’d picked New York University’s law school. It had seemed so far away. “It was always his dream to become a partner with a prestigious New York City firm. Now that he’s achieved that dream, he’s going to throw it away to return to Trinity Falls, Ohio, population less than fifteen hundred?”
In the seven years since Ean had been working for that law firm, Megan could count on her hands the number of times he’d come home.
“I don’t understand his decision, either. But I’m glad that he’s coming home.”
Megan’s face warmed with guilt. Doreen’s response put this situation in its proper perspective. She reined in her panic and focused on her friend. “I know you’ve missed him.”
Doreen was silent for several paces. “A lot has changed since he’s spent any real time here.” She wasn’t talking about the new buildings and wider roads.
Megan reacted to the tension in the other woman’s voice. She reached out, giving her friend’s shoulder a bracing squeeze. “As long as you’re happy, Ean will be, too.”
Doreen’s expression was hopeful. “Do you really believe that?”
Megan let her hand drop. “How you choose to live your life is your decision, Doreen. Ean can either get on board with it or not.”
Doreen mustered a halfhearted smile. “I hope he gets on board. It’ll be nice to have him home again.”
It would be nice for Doreen. And for Megan? That would depend on whether Ean and her cousin picked up where they’d left off.
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