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Chapter Two

It took three tries, but Elissa’s call to India finally went through.

“Are you all okay?”

“Yeah,” India said. “Ginny is a bit shaken, but she’s curled up with Liam now. He’s reading her a story to try to get her back to sleep.”

“What about Skyler and Logan?”

“They’re fine. They just had rain and a little wind out at the ranch. You and Verona?”

“Tree through the window. At least that’s all I could see in the dark. But Pete’s house is gone.”

“Lot of damage?”

“No, I mean it’s gone as in completely gone.”

India gasped. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, I just dropped him off at work. His truck is gone, too. And his cruiser is doing a headstand in my front yard.”

“I have a feeling this is all going to look so much worse in the morning.”

“Yeah. Listen, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. The road’s a mess, and I need both hands.” She didn’t tell her friend where she was headed because India would probably spout the same speech Pete had. But the nursery was a huge part of her life. She wasn’t about to sleep until she’d seen with her own eyes that it was intact.

“Okay, be careful.”

Five minutes later, Elissa wondered about the wisdom of her decision to drive out to the nursery. She dodged downed limbs and drooping power lines. When a gust of wind shook the SUV, she realized she didn’t even know if she might be in the crosshairs of another storm. She clicked on the radio and listened to weather and damage reports as she maneuvered through the mess the tornado had left in its wake.

Her heart started hammering well before she reached the nursery, when she came upon the shattered remains of a large cobalt-colored planter in the middle of the road. She tried to drive around the shards, but she’d be lucky if she didn’t end up stranded out here with a flat tire.

She crept through the obstacle course of detritus, some of which she recognized and some that had obviously come from nearby homes. Leaves were plastered against strips of pink insulation. A soaked cardboard box was wrapped around what looked like half of a dining room chair.

India was right. This was all going to look ten times worse in the light of day.

The closer she got to the nursery, the more nervous she became. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, and she kept telling herself over and over that everything would be okay. She hit her brakes when she saw the Paradise Garden Nursery sign twisted and hanging by one corner.

“No.” She drove the rest of the way and pulled into the parking area, letting her headlights sweep across her life’s work.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she saw the front of the building. It looked as if someone had run into it with a bulldozer.

She turned off the car but left the lights on. When she stepped outside, a light rain began to fall. Biting her bottom lip, she walked slowly forward, stepping over broken shards of pottery and twisted metal. The building wasn’t completely wiped from the face of the map, but she wasn’t going to be open for business any time soon.

She stopped walking and simply stood in the rain, hoping that with each blink of her eyes the scene would change. But it didn’t.

The sound of a vehicle approaching was followed by another set of lights joining hers. A car door opened and closed.

“Elissa?”

Even at the familiar sound of Pete’s voice, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from the building.

Pete stepped up beside her. “You shouldn’t be out here now. There’s another storm heading this way.”

“Tell me I’m not seeing this.”

He exhaled. “I’m sorry, Lis.” After a few more seconds, Pete wrapped his arm around her shoulders and steered her toward her vehicle. “I really need for you to go home. I can’t have you wandering around out here in the dark, exposed. There’s nothing you can do now anyway.”

His words finally sank in, and she realized he could have just as easily been speaking about himself.

“I’m sorry, Pete. I know this is nothing like losing your home.”

He opened her driver’s-side door and gripped the top edge. “This isn’t nothing.” He gave her a sad little smile, knowing just how much this nursery meant to her. “There’s time enough for both of us to face reality in the morning. But right now you need to get home safely and I’ve got to get back to work.”

She nodded. “Be careful.”

A growing sense of numbness took hold of Elissa as she made her way back home. None of what had happened tonight seemed real, more like a scene from a disaster movie. The next thing she knew, Godzilla was going to step out of the darkness to stomp on what was left of Blue Falls. But as soon as she drove down her street and saw again the empty spot where Pete’s house should be, the horrible reality finally sank in.

She got out of the car to find her aunt waiting for her in the doorway into the house.

“Where have you been? I tried calling, but I couldn’t get through.”

“The lines are probably overloaded.” When Elissa entered the kitchen, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

“What is it? Is Pete okay?”

“He’s fine.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “But that’s more than I can say for the nursery.”

“You went out there?”

“I had to know.” She met her aunt’s eyes and forced her own not to fill with tears again. “It took a big hit.”

Verona stepped forward and pulled Elissa into her arms. “I’m so sorry, honey. But we’ll get through this. We’re alive. That’s all that matters right now.”

Elissa knew she was right, that she should be thankful. She was, especially when she thought about how easily Pete could have died tonight, that there still might be people out there who had died or been injured. But that still didn’t erase the pain of seeing her nursery in shambles.

Wrung out, Elissa made her way back to bed. But even as tired as she was, she couldn’t sleep. Instead, she listened to the patter of the gentle rain and waited for daylight. Even though she knew the light might show her even more damage, at least she’d be able to tackle it. Sitting around waiting and not doing anything was so not her way. It was torture.

She heard a distant rumble of thunder once, but the worst of the weather seemed to have moved on, like a bully who’d thrown a punch and left his victim on the ground holding his bloody nose.

Sirens echoed every now and then through the night, and she wondered what Pete and the rest of the deputies were finding. Once again, Pete was managing to do his job while his personal life fell apart. It made her feel selfish for focusing so much on the nursery, even though she couldn’t help how she felt. That place was her livelihood, her life, her dream come true.

And now she faced having to clean up the mess and start all over. Sudden exhaustion pressed down on her, and she closed her eyes and begged for the release of sleep.

* * *

PETE FELT LIKE crying when he stepped into the barn at R & J Stables and saw Frankie turn to look at him. But then, it’d been that kind of day. He crossed the distance between them to rub his horse between the ears.

“Hey, boy. Looks like you and I both got lucky, huh?”

Frankie nuzzled against Pete’s hand as if he could tell Pete had been having a less-than-stellar day. Pete took a moment to lean his forehead against Frankie’s head, grateful that at least he still had this one thing to call his own. And if he’d had to choose which to save, Frankie or his home, he would pick Frankie every time. Named after his grandpa Frankie as a joke, Frankie the horse felt as much a part of his family as his grandpa had, ever since his grandpa had gotten him the horse when he started team roping in high school. Now, the horse was the only family he had left.

“Hey, Pete.”

He glanced over as Glory Harris came into the barn, carrying a saddle about half as big as she was. He didn’t insult her by offering to help her, though. Glory had been working at her family’s stables since she’d been in single digits.

“Not every day I have a sheriff’s department cruiser parked outside,” she said as she hefted the saddle onto a battered wooden table.

“Only wheels I got at the moment.”

“Your truck damaged in the storm?”

“Pretty sure since it blew away along with my house.” He tried to make light of it to keep from really dealing with the brutal fact that he was homeless, but a damn lump formed in his throat anyway.

“Oh, hell, I’m sorry.”

“Could have been worse.” He rubbed his hand along the side of Frankie’s neck. “Glad you all were spared.”

“Me, too. I don’t think I could face losing these animals.”

Most of them weren’t hers, rather those of boarders, but Glory had never met a horse she didn’t fall madly in love with on first sight.

“You going to take him out for a ride?” she asked, nodding at Frankie.

Pete shook his head. “No, too much work to do. I just wanted to make sure he was okay since I was in the area.”

She nodded in understanding. “Things settle down, you’re more than welcome to come over for a meal or a dozen.”

“Thanks.” He allowed himself a couple more minutes of the peace he felt with Frankie before he forced himself back to the cruiser and back to dealing with Mother Nature’s path of broken lives and dreams.

A couple hours later, Pete’s eyes burned from lack of sleep as he pulled into his driveway. Greg Bozeman was hooking his wrecker up to the patrol car to flip it back onto its wheels.

“You look dog tired, man,” Greg said as Pete got out of the extra patrol car the department had for when one of the others was in the shop for repairs. Or when one got demolished by a tornado.

“I feel like my eyelids are glued open and I’ve been body-slammed by the Hulk.”

“Yeah, that’s about how you look.”

Pete flipped Greg the bird, causing his friend to laugh. Considering all the destruction he’d seen in the past several hours, the laugh seemed out of place and welcome at the same time.

“Honey, you look as if you could use some strong coffee.” Verona descended her front steps with a coffee cup in one hand and an insulated beverage container in the other.

“You are my new best friend.” Pete leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“New? I thought I was already your best friend.”

Pete smiled. That also felt foreign, but he was thankful for her attempt at levity. He glanced toward the house. “I’m guessing Elissa went out to the nursery.”

A sadness passed over Verona’s face. “I’m not sure she slept a wink last night, and she headed out as soon as it started getting light. Only reason I didn’t go, too, is that Liam is coming over to get the tree out of the living room and put in a new window.”

“I’ll drive out there later.”

“You need to get some sleep first.”

“No time right now.”

She gave him a scolding look. “Well, whenever you do decide to get some shut-eye, come back here.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“Don’t be silly. How many times have you cleaned out my gutters or mowed my lawn? I think I can offer you the extra bedroom.”

He nodded, too tired to argue.

The patrol car flipped over with the sound of stressed metal and breaking glass.

“I think this one’s done for,” Greg said with a shake of his head.

Yeah, it more resembled a pancake now than a patrol car. After watching Greg winch the car up onto the flatbed, Pete thanked Verona for the coffee again and headed out for round two.

By the time night rolled around again, he still hadn’t found time to drive out to the nursery. Every time he thought about it, something more pressing needed his attention. If he tried to drive anywhere now, he’d more than likely end up in a ditch.

“Come on, man,” Simon said as he stopped in front of Pete’s desk. “You can crash on our couch.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

Pete nodded, though it felt as if that simple action took the last of his strength. He’d lost count of how many hours he’d been up.

After Simon headed home, leaving Connor Murphy and Jack Fritz on duty, Pete kept sitting at his desk, unable to work up enough energy to move. It wasn’t far to Verona’s, but it seemed a world away at the moment.

Sierra walked out into the hallway to the drink machine, her headset still on her head. She spoke with someone about a washed-out bridge while she slipped coins into the machine and retrieved some much-needed caffeine. She and Anne Marie had been working every bit as long as the rest of them.

When she ended the call, she walked toward him. “You look like you’re about to slip into a coma.”

“That’s pretty much what I feel like.”

“I’m so sorry about your house.”

“Yeah, me, too.” He rubbed his burning, itching eyes with the heels of his hands then glanced over at Sierra. “Listen, I’m just going to sack out in the back. I’m too dang tired to even walk to the car.”

“Okay.”

Somehow he found enough energy to push himself to his feet and head back toward the collection of holding cells. Blue Falls wasn’t exactly a hotbed of crime, so they didn’t have any residents tonight. Pete picked the first stall only because it required the fewest amount of steps to reach and collapsed onto the bunk. It wasn’t comfy by any stretch of the imagination, but he was pretty sure he’d sleep like a baby on a concrete floor at this point.

Despite his exhaustion, he stared up at the ceiling and replayed everything that had happened since he’d made a mad dash for the storm shelter he shared with Verona and Elissa, hoping they were already inside. By the time he’d seen that they weren’t, it was too late. Going back out into the storm would have been nothing more than suicide.

So he’d sat in the dark listening to the world ripping apart, his heart hammering, praying that they would be okay, cursing that he hadn’t had time to get them to the shelter, as well. That was his job, protecting people, and he’d felt like an utter failure as he could only imagine what all the noise above him meant.

Pete rubbed his aching eyes and then forced himself to keep them closed, to try to quiet his mind. But the images kept up their barrage, preventing him from getting the sleep he needed.

The swath of destroyed homes, the uprooted trees, the debris spread across what felt like the entire county. The disbelief and sorrow on Elissa’s face as she’d stared at the damaged nursery. Sure, he’d lost his home, but it was just a house, the place where he’d lived after moving out on his own. The things that hurt were those that he couldn’t replace, especially the family photos. His heart squeezed, making him wince. He couldn’t even take new photos to replace them with his parents both gone.

He shook his head, unwilling to think about that now. His thoughts drifted back to Elissa, to the shocked disbelief on her face that had seemed so out of character. It was rare to see Elissa Mason anything other than smiling or being deliberately ornery in pursuit of laughter. To see her standing there in the rain looking at the ruins of her nursery would have kicked him in the gut even if he hadn’t already been reeling from his own loss.

He considered rousting himself and going to her house to make sure she was okay, but his body just wasn’t willing to comply. It was as if everything other than his brain had temporarily forgotten how to function. As the thoughts continued to fly, he realized they were making less and less sense. The last thing he remembered before he stopped thinking altogether was the look of relief on Elissa’s face when she’d jerked open that shelter door. The edge of his lips ticked up as sleep finally claimed him.

When he opened his eyes again, it felt as if he’d just closed them. He blinked several times, disoriented. It took a moment for him to realize that someone was standing over him, a couple more seconds for the person’s face to come into focus.

“Really?” Verona said, her arms crossed. “You prefer a jail bunk to my empty guest room?”

Pete swallowed and blinked a bit more sleep from his eyes. As he lifted himself to a sitting position, he grimaced against the crick in his back. As he stretched the aching muscles, he reminded himself to never do anything that would make him a forced guest in this cell. He was beginning to think the concrete floor actually would have been preferable.

“Well?” Verona said.

“Sorry. I was just too tired to drive over. I did good to make it this far.”

“Well, then, I suggest you quit work a little earlier tonight. You give me a time, and I’ll have a nice hot meal ready for you.”

“Verona, really—”

“Boy, how long have you known me?”

Pete ran his hand over his face. “Forever.”

“Then you should know you’re not going to win an argument with me.” She ruffled his already mussed hair as if he were a little boy.

His heart ached at the gesture, at the memory of his mom doing the same thing. He nodded. “Okay.”

“Good. Now if I can just convince that niece of mine to come home at a decent time.” Verona turned and headed out of the cell, no doubt shifting her efforts to Elissa.

By the time he put in another long day, he didn’t need any convincing to head for Verona’s and the promised hot meal. Plus, the lure of a real bed instead of the torture rack of a cell bunk would be enough to make him crawl all the way to his street.

* * *

ELISSA STRETCHED HER back and stared at the heaping pile of lost revenue she’d spent the past two days constructing at the edge of the nursery parking lot. Dead plants and shredded lumber mingled with countless chunks of broken pottery and twisted metalwork. The pile was an ugly reminder of all she’d lost in the space of a few minutes, but she couldn’t get rid of it until she dealt with the insurance adjuster, whenever that might be.

Like the restoration of electricity, dealing with all the claims in the area was going to take time, no matter how badly she wished she could move both things into the “taken care of” column on her to-do list.

Left with barely any daylight, she turned and dragged her tired, overworked body toward her SUV. Her stomach growled to remind her that she’d not been eating enough to fuel all the work she was doing. Her employees had helped out earlier in the day, but they’d been gone for a couple of hours. She’d worked from near daybreak to dark the past two days, and she still didn’t feel as if she’d made a dent.

Still, she couldn’t complain too much, not when two lives had been lost at the edge of the county and others besides Pete had lost their homes. At least she had a comfortable place to sleep at night, some peace and normality. Suddenly, nothing sounded better than collapsing into her bed and sleeping for twelve hours straight.

As she drove back into the main part of Blue Falls, the lights blazing in the windows told her that electricity had been restored. When she reached the house and pulled into the garage beside Verona’s little car, Elissa didn’t immediately get out. Fatigue settled on her along with the realization that if she didn’t get more sleep tonight, she was going to run out of steam way before she got the nursery property cleaned up and on the road to recovery. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, felt herself drifting.

Pecking on the window startled her fully awake. She gasped at the sight of someone standing there, someone not Verona, until she realized it was Pete. With a shake of her head, she unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out.

“What are you trying to do, scare me to death?”

“You’ve been sitting out here for ten minutes.”

“And you know this how?”

Pete crossed his arms and leaned one hip against the fender of her vehicle. “Because Verona and I are hungry, and we were waiting for you to come in.”

That’s when she caught the distinctive scent of freshly baked bread. Elissa’s stomach growled loudly at the mention of food.

Pete smiled. “Looks like we’re not the only ones hungry.”

“I can’t decide if I’m more hungry or exhausted.”

“Also know how that feels.” Pete nodded toward the door that led into the kitchen. “Come on. She made chicken and dumplings.”

Comfort food. That’s what they all needed right now, even though dumplings were usually winter fare. She made her way into the kitchen and collapsed onto the nearest chair.

As Verona set a fresh basket of yeast rolls on the table, she squeezed Elissa’s shoulder. “You’re working too hard, honey.”

“It won’t get done if I don’t work. And the longer it takes, the longer I don’t have any income.”

Verona slipped into her chair at the opposite end of the table as Pete pulled out a chair between them and sank onto it, looking every bit as tired as Elissa felt.

“All I’m saying is that it won’t hurt anything to sleep in a bit tomorrow, both of you.”

Throughout dinner, they talked about the storm’s aftermath.

“It’s so sad about the Claytons,” Verona said with a shake of her head. None of them really knew the older couple, but they’d seemed nice enough when they’d come into town from their posts as hosts at the state park campground several miles out of town. They’d been found in the twisted remains of their RV. “But it’s a miracle no one else was killed.” Verona patted Pete’s hand.

Elissa’s frazzled emotions had a lump forming in her throat at the idea of how close Pete had come to also being a casualty. She’d never lost a close friend, and the mere thought made her want to cry buckets. And she wasn’t even a crier. It was a sure sign that she needed sleep even more than she’d suspected.

“This was delicious,” Elissa said. “But I’ve got to hit the hay before I do a face-plant in my bowl.” She started to take her bowl to the sink until Verona waved it back down to the table, indicating she’d take care of the dishes.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Pete said, and stood, too.

As Elissa crossed the living area toward the hallway to the bedrooms, it dawned on her that she had no idea where Pete was staying. She turned to ask him only to find him right behind her. “You’re staying here?”

“Yep. Your aunt threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t.”

“I did not,” Verona called from the kitchen.

“Close enough.” Pete smiled, and even though his fatigue mirrored her own, it was good to see that smile.

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do the same in his situation. It was tough enough in her own.

“You don’t mind sharing your space with a smelly boy?”

Elissa actually laughed a little at that, remembering the long-ago comment she’d made when he and Greg Bozeman had tried to sandwich her between them during a particularly sweaty P.E. class.

“As long as you remember to put the toilet seat down, you’re safe.”

He gave her a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes at him and resumed her trek to her bedroom. After making quick work of ditching her dirty clothes and slipping into her pajamas, she snuggled into her comfortable bed. It wasn’t until she heard the distinctive squeak in the next room that she remembered the guest bed was just on the other side of the wall, pushed long-ways along the wall as hers was. And for some odd reason, it felt weird to be lying in her bed that close to Pete. When she suddenly wondered what he slept in, she knew she’d gone way, way too long without sleep. She rolled over to place her back toward the wall, but damned if that same question didn’t plague her until she finally succumbed to the sandman.