Her Hometown Detective

by Elizabeth Mowers

  Zuri had kept it simple. She had mentioned that she was going to be in Turtleback over the holidays and that it would be nice to see him. She did say that she’d have a kid with her, but that the boy had been through a lot and she’d catch Damon up on her life when they had a chance to speak in private. She had to say that much so that he wouldn’t react or ask questions in front of Caden. Damon didn’t pry in the email. Clearly being in the military had taught him respect and manners. He simply said no problem—likely assuming the kid was hers and she was either a widow or divorcée—and then he let her know his schedule so that she could find him depending on when she arrived in Turtleback.

  The sand beneath her sneakers gave way as she tried to stand a little taller. She fidgeted with the keys in her pocket. Angry as she was at him for enlisting in navy SEAL training out of high school and disappearing from her and her older sister’s lives without a word, she had to admit he looked even better than he did back then, with shoulders built by years of SEAL operations and, later, water rescue experience. She’d never seen his hair so short either. The closest had been the tight coils he had senior year, but the short buzz cut he had now looked really good on him. The red windbreaker and matching uniform shorts helped his overall appeal, too. The man was at least a nine out of ten, which kind of irked her. Clearly too hot to be cold on a beach wearing shorts in December.

  “Whoa. I never thought I’d see a live water rescue. That man saved him. Did you see him haul that guy out of the water, Aunt Zuri? Way cool!”

  Caden pointed toward the man he had no idea was his father and the action underway down the stretch of beach. She had to admit, the Outer Banks of North Carolina made a stunning backdrop for the equally beautiful beach patrol group. This southern end of the two-hundred-mile-long string of islands, which formed the famous east coast barrier reef, was even more to her liking than the touristy northern tip. Hatteras Island, where the quaint town of Turtleback Beach lay between Avon and Rodanthe, harbored pristine beaches and marshes. Even Caden, who’d vehemently protested their Christmas vacation trip down here from Boston, had perked up at the sight of sand dunes, wildlife, sea turtle nesting grounds and picturesque lighthouses along their drive down Highway 12 toward their uncertain fate in Turtleback.

  Damon looked their way again, as he exchanged a few last words with the man he’d just saved. This was it. She had to go through with her plan. She was essentially trapped at this point, in more ways than one. Ironically, the Outer Banks was flanked by water on both sides with basically one main road in and out. A part of her wanted to grab Caden’s hand, turn around and run back to the B and B where she’d rented a room, but the anger and bitterness that had simmered all these years gave her strength. Her resolve to tell the truth and do what she knew to be right kept her grounded in place. As steady as she could be in sand. She’d face Damon, let Caden run off and play out of earshot, give Damon a brief and probably unwanted update on their lives...and mention that he’s a father. Then her sister’s secret and the truth that Zuri had been keeping from her nephew would be out and Damon could walk away if he wanted.

  Just as he’d done before.

  She took a deep breath and put a hand on Caden’s shoulder.

  “I saw. I wouldn’t call it cool, though. It’s dangerous. That water is dangerous. Don’t you dare go in without me present or without a lifeguard around while we’re here. Got it?”

  “I’m not stupid.”

  “I didn’t say that you are. But swimming in an ocean is nothing like swimming in a pool.”

  She left out the part about him not being the strongest pool swimmer either. She’d been trying to build the boy’s confidence, not tear it down. He was smart. Like his aunt. Athletic? Not so much. Again, much like his aunt. Plus, the kid had been extra sensitive lately, which was partly why she’d brought him down here. Forced him down here was more like it. Caden hadn’t wanted to leave home. Getting him to go anywhere had been a struggle since his mom had lost her battle with cancer right after the school year had begun. But her sister had foreseen everything Zuri was dealing with and she had made Zuri promise that she’d take Caden on a vacation for the holidays...a time when she knew the boy would struggle more with his loss. What her sister hadn’t intended was for Zuri to finally bring father and son together.

  I’m so sorry, Vera, but I have to do this. For Caden. I love you, sis. Forgive me.

  “I get it. I read the warning pamphlet in our room,” Caden said. “Pretty sick stuff. I know all about undertows and riptides now, not that I’m planning on swimming. I didn’t even bring my trunks. You didn’t tell me it would be warmer down here than back home. December without snow. As if this Christmas wasn’t ruined enough already.”

  “Caden, we talked about this. Please don’t get started again. I get it. I really do. But we’re here. Let’s make the most of it.” She was exhausted. Drained. She just wanted to get through the day.

  He shrugged and looked away, kicking sand for good measure, then he challenged her, trudging closer to the surf, where the wet sand glistened in the midday sun. Just close enough for the salt water to skim the bottom of his sneakers. It wasn’t exactly flip-flop weather and they’d packed light. Which meant no extra shoes and he knew it.

  A massive black dog wearing an orange life vest emerged from the group where Damon stood in the distance, barked in her direction, then made a beeline for her nephew.

  “Caden! Get back here!” She ran, trying to put herself between the barking, bearlike beast and the kid.

  “Duck! No! Leave it,” Damon called out, as he sprinted after the dog.

  It all registered in agonizingly slow motion... Damon closing the distance just as his dog bounded through the fizzling surf, drenching Zuri’s jeans and most of Caden. “Duck” grabbed the hem of Caden’s jacket and tugged him up onto dry sand. Then, just as Damon reached them, the dog shook the water out of his thick fur and all over Zuri. Clearly, Duck had been in the water for the rescue operation before spotting them and hadn’t had a chance to dry out. Caden laughed and began petting the dog. Zuri closed her eyes for a moment, trying to will her cheeks not to turn red. It wasn’t working. They only felt hotter. So much for feeling self-conscious before getting drenched. She pinched her wet sweatshirt away from her body and tried to wipe some of the water off her cheeks.

  “Zuri.”

  His voice was deeper than she remembered. More commanding. She peered at him from beneath her lashes. Come on. You’re not in high school anymore. She raised her chin and cleared her throat.

  “Damon. Hi. I mean, tell me that’s not your dog.” She glanced over at Caden, who seemed preoccupied enough with Duck.

  “She is. Sorry. I remember how you were about dogs. We live over there. Just the two of us,” he said, as he took hold of Duck’s collar and gently ordered her to stay by his side.

  Just the two of them? Was he trying to tell her he was single? She hadn’t asked. She wasn’t interested, other than how anyone in his life would potentially impact her nephew. She’d been around single guys who threw status hints out in midconversation. Unless it was his way of saying he liked being left alone. Man and dog. Stop. Focus. She really needed to stop overthinking. Nerves always did this to her.

  He motioned over to a beach house that stood closer to where she’d first spotted him. Its wood was weathered and gray, unlike many of the other cottages along the beach. Several others had been painted in pastels, from pink tones to blue and yellow. Some were simple in architecture, while a few, like a Victorian-style white one down the beach on the opposite side of the town’s boardwalk, looked as though their owners had recently renovated them. All of them were built on stilts, lifting them over the short dunes that separated the town and road from the actual beach and protecting them, no doubt, from flooding.

  “I’m okay with normal-sized dogs,” she said. That was kind of a stretch. Dogs still made her a bit nervous,
but she could handle most. This one was not a typical dog. Damon gave a lopsided grin and glanced at his girl, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Zuri was thankful that he was sticking to what she’d requested in the email and holding any questions for later.

  “Her name is Duck. Newfoundlands have water rescue in their genes. Down to her webbed feet. She’d live in the water if she could. Goes with her name. She believes she just saved you,” he told Caden.

  “That’s awesome,” Caden said, letting the dog lick his face. “I don’t mind getting wet. Did she help you save that man over there, too?”

  Damon looked back over his shoulder and, this time, couldn’t resist a full smile. Zuri’s insides went to mush. His smile hadn’t changed. It was the same one that used to break hearts and ruin lives. Only this time it was lit with pride. God, she hoped he’d be able to open his heart and show love and pride for his son, too, someday.

  “Yes and no,” Damon said. “What you saw wasn’t a real rescue. It was a training session, both for her and for some new recruits on my team.”

  “Cool. Can she play fetch or is she still having a lesson?” Caden asked, picking up a small piece of driftwood.

  “Wait,” Zuri said. “We should get back to our room so we can get dried up. I don’t want you getting sick. I’m sure you can see Duck again later.”

  “But it’s a beach. You’re supposed to get wet,” Caden said.

  “Not in the middle of winter. It’s cold and you’re a mess with all the sand sticking to your clothes.”

  “Oh, come on. Who cares?” Caden cocked his head in a way that laid on the guilt. Leave it to a kid to make her feel superficial and ridiculous.

  “Yeah, who cares. It’s just water and sand.” Damon wasn’t smiling anymore. He raised one brow in challenge. He doesn’t want to wait. He’s trying to get the kid to go off so he can speak freely. You expected this. Postponing it won’t make a difference. She stood a little straighter and tugged the hem of her shirt.

  “Okay. Just for a few minutes. If you’re sure it’s all right, her being a working dog and all,” she added, turning to Damon.

  “Duck can play. Just stay off the areas marked with those short reed fences. Those are sea turtle nesting grounds. And stay away from the water.”

  Caden threw the stick before Damon finished his sentence, then took off after Duck. Damon folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at Zuri.

  “It’s good to see you, Zuri. It really is. But why do I get the distinct feeling you didn’t come to Turtleback for a vacation like your email implied?”

  She shifted her feet in the sand and wrapped her arms around her waist. It was in the fifties, but the wet clothes and wind made her shiver. That and standing so close to Damon.

  “True.” She rubbed her forehead. “I mean, it is a vacation. Of sorts.”

  He nodded and narrowed his eyes in Duck and Caden’s direction.

  “You were always straight with me, Zuri. Who’s the kid?”

  She closed her eyes briefly, then glanced at her nephew to assure herself he was far enough not to hear.

  “His name is Caden.” She fished for the right words. How was she supposed to break it to him? It was obvious he suspected but putting it in words felt so conclusive. There’d be no more turning back. No more secrets or lies after so many years of keeping them. “He doesn’t know—”

  “That he’s mine?” Damon’s lips tightened and his eyes darkened as he scanned the horizon. “Is he? Mine?”

  She looked down at the sand sticking to her wet sneakers and focused on the broken shell a few inches away.

  “Yes.” The weight that lifted off her chest with that simple word was instantly replaced with a heavier one as she held her breath and waited for his reaction.

  He rubbed the back of his neck and top of his head. She could see his jaw clench and unclench.

  “You and I never...which means—”

  “I’m his aunt.”

  He was smart enough to conclude the rest. The creases around his eyes deepened, as though eroded by betrayal and questions. She remembered feeling lost and broken when he’d left Boston and never returned. Only she couldn’t blame him right now. Her sister had kept the worst possible secret from him and Zuri’s loyalty had been with Vera, not him. Vera was her sister and Zuri didn’t believe in turning one’s back on family. Damon stepped closer, his expression shifting from confusion and anger to worry, as he connected the dots.

  “What happened, Zuri? What’s wrong? Where’s Vera?”

  The rims of her eyes stung, and she pressed her fingers to her mouth to try and stop her chin from quivering. She needed to stay strong. For Vera. For Caden. She had always been the person they could lean on and she needed to keep being that person for her nephew. Father or not, Damon wasn’t her responsibility. Caden was. She swallowed hard and looked up at Damon, her heart crumbling to pieces all over again as the words caught in her throat.

  “Vera is dead.”

  Copyright © 2021 by Rula Sinara

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  ISBN-13: 9781488074400

  Her Hometown Detective

  Copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Mowers

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