Need You Now (Love in Unknown) (27 page)

Her own good? If she didn’t need to block the drawers, she’d probably try to pull her hair out. It had to be a genetic mutation. That should be her next study: the genetic mutation of the Alpha Male component of the Y-chromosome in the Texas male. Seriously, it had to rival the Incredible Hulk in size. “I’ll say this only once. I. Am. An. Adult. I love you for caring, but I can take care of myself.”

“Even adults need help sometimes.” Gage leaned against the doorjamb, hands tucked in his pockets in an attempt to stay neutral. Even arriving in a “neutral” capacity, he still had on his “Police Chief” hat. Somewhere along the way, Gage had assumed a mantle of quiet authority. Intellectually, she knew he was a cop, but it hadn’t fully hit her as much as it did now. The fact that he was even here told her Caine had kept his mouth shut, which she was grateful for. “With everything that’s going on, your brother and I would both feel more comfortable if you moved home for a little while. A month at the most.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care what would make y’all feel more comfortable. I’m not going to let whatever nut job who’s getting his jollies off by terrorizing me control my life and chase me out of my home.”

Her mouth opened, about to tell them about the phone calls, but she stopped. Stupid, tired brain. Bringing up the stupid phone calls wouldn’t help her cause. She thought about just melting to the floor and crying. It wouldn’t be productive or very adult, but it would feel so nice.

Before anyone could make another argument, the phone rang.

“Who’s calling you at this hour?” Micah asked, using the distraction to go to her closet. Dresses started to land on the bed before Mel could grab his arm to stop him.

Locked in a wrestling match with her brother, Mel glared over her shoulder at Gage. “Would you mind getting that? I left my phone on the counter and I don’t want a police officer to witness me murdering my older brother.”

“No bloodshed,” Gage warned as he went into the other room.

“You won’t murder me.” Micah grinned, easily fending her off. “If you did, you’d have to deal with Mama all by yourself.”

Mel snatched at the dress Micah held just out of her reach. “I’ll risk it if it means I don’t have to deal with one more alpha trying to control my life. Put the dress down!”

She managed to get the dress, but Micah quickly dashed to the dresser and started on her t-shirt drawer. Gage walked back into the room and stopped her before she could get past the door. To call the expression on his face stormy would be an understatement. Mel couldn’t remember ever seeing her easygoing friend so pissed off before. Not when his grandfather had died, not when his parents ignored him to go yet another party in Dallas.

“Who was on the phone?” Even as she said the words, she knew.
Shit.

“Want to tell me why someone is calling you a bitch and a whore and using a cheap voice scrambler?” The barely restrained temper in Gage’s voice startled her a little.

Micah paused. “What?”

Gage held up her phone. “Picked up the phone. It was an unknown number. Before I could say anything, this person just started spewing bullshit, thinking I was Mel. And from the look on your face, I’m guessing this isn’t the first call like this, is it?”

“No.” Ignoring the jumble of clothes, she sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands. “Probably won’t be the last, either.”

“Damn it, Melody.” Gage threw the phone on the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Fight or flight. Fight or flight. She tried to decide where to go with this. It took a lot to piss Gage off. It was one of the attributes that made him such a good cop. He took everything in with a cool, rational, comprehensive gaze before reacting. One misstep when he had that look in his eyes and that temper of his would let loose.

Mel looked him dead in the eyes. “Because I knew how you’d react. I knew you’d make a huge deal out of it. They’re just phone calls, Gage.”

“
Just phone calls?
" Wrong move. "Damn it, Melody. Maybe if they were 'just phone calls' I could understand keeping it to yourself. But it's more than that and you know it. I'd lay money that whoever keeps calling you is also the person who keeps vandalizing things. If you'd told me, I could have set up a trace or something.”

He said the last bit in the tone of exaggerated patience reserved for idiots or children, sending a flash of temper through Mel. One thing she hated even more than overbearing males was overbearing males who treated her like she was stupid. “Oh, come on, Gage. You really think they’re calling from a traceable number? If it’s the same whacko who’s been doing everything else, they’re using a pay-as-you-go phone each time and blocking the number. Telling you would have just made y’all hover more. Which you don’t need to do.”

She sighed. “Besides, they seemed to get worse when I started going out with Caine. Now that we’re through, maybe they’ll back off and leave me alone.”

“Bullshit, Mel.” Micah sat beside her on the bed. “Whoever is behind this is crazy and they’re not going to stop. We’re concerned. Get it through that thick head of yours. We love you. Loving someone means worrying about them. Staying here alone isn't safe for you. Besides, think of Mama. She's supposed to be relaxing, not worrying about you. And she'll worry if we tell her that someone is after you."

“Low blow.” Mel glared at her brother. She could argue with them on a lot of things, but threatening to tell Emma? She didn't stand a chance. Mama was already worried enough with the office and her car. Adding the phone calls would send her into full blown panic mode.

Gage unzipped the suitcase and pointed at it. "Pack. Now. I don't give a shit if it hurts your pride. I've got an idea who's behind the calls. Give me a week or two to check into things. If I don't have an answer after three, you can move back and I'll stop hovering."

A bargain. Tracing her finger along the ring of the quilt, she closed her eyes. Not the best she'd heard, but not the worst, either. She was surprised Gage even had an idea of who might be behind all of this. Maybe he was bluffing to get her to agree. Maybe he wasn't. Either way, Micah would tell their mother if she didn't move home at least for a little while. And what difference did it really make? No matter where she was, she'd work. Work and try to forget.

Without a word, she stood and packed under their dark gazes. They could be mad at her all they wanted. She was mad at them, too. And just like every other fight they'd had, they'd get over it. She just hoped like hell they’d eventually learn to stop treating her like a kid someday.

She went, but she refused to alter her hours any. Work kept her sane. She had articles to keep her busy and patients were a steady stream now. Any time her thoughts strayed to Caine, she found a new project to work on. Anna just about tanned her hide when she reorganized the supply closet early one morning. Up at sunrise and home close to midnight. Mel felt a little bad, but sitting at home with her family wasn't an option. Too much time to think

Dragging a little, she let herself into the kitchen as quietly as possible. Two weeks of going full throttle might be catching up with her a little.

“Working late again?” Micah’s voice made her jump at least a foot in the air.

“Jesus H. Christ, Micah! Don’t you know better than to lurk in the kitchen scaring people half to death?" She set her purse down on the table and slid out of her heels. A day full of patients and an evening full of research, she was worn out and her feet ached like a nympho in a room full of priests.

Her brother got up and took a plate out of the oven. “Kept this warm for you. Just because you're trying to work yourself into the ground doesn't mean you have to starve to death, too."

“Thanks.” She took the warm plate heaped with lasagna and green beans and garlic bread saturated in butter. "I had some fruit earlier, but I am kinda hungry now."

He sat down across from her. "Mel, you've been living here two weeks and you've made it home in time for dinner all of three times. You can't keep this up. It's not healthy."

She jerked her chin. "Which of us has the letters 'M' and 'D' after their name again? I know what my limits are, big brother. I'm fine."

“You’re not fine, Melody and you don’t need us to tell you that.”

Mel flinched guiltily at her mother’s tone. Despite the fact that they’d shared a roof for two weeks, Mel had managed to avoid talking to her mother about her break up with Caine. As guilty as she felt about keeping her pregnancy scare from Caine, she felt even worse for not telling her mom. If they sat down to talk, Mel knew she couldn’t keep the secret anymore. She’d cave in and spill everything and break her mother’s heart all over again.

Emma pulled her robe tighter around her as she moved toward the table. The frayed cuffs reminded Mel of her dad and how he’d always offer to replace it. Mama always declined, saying that replacing the robe would mean losing the memories that came with it. Memories of loving her husband, feeding her children. Memories Mel would probably never get to have because she’d alienated the only man she could see herself marrying.

Mel took a bite of the food Micah had saved for her, knowing her mother was fretting about her health. That’s what Mama did—fret.

“I am fine. Just busy, Mama. Being a doctor isn’t a nine-to-five gig.”

“Horse pucky.” Emma sat beside her daughter. "I'd believe that if you were a surgeon or an ER doctor. I’ve known Josiah Booth for fifty years and in all that time, he came home late a handful of times. You are avoiding, missy, and you might as well admit it.”

“Avoiding what?”

Mel knew as soon as the words left her mouth that she couldn’t fake it, not with her mama. To cover it up and buy herself more time, she took a huge bite of the steaming pasta.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mel saw Micah exchange a look with Emma before rolling his eyes. As much of a pain in the butt as her brother was, his heart was in the right place. He loved just as fiercely as their father had, and refused to accept anything less than the best from his family. "You know damn well what you're avoiding, squirt. This is classic Mel behavior. You make a mistake and you bury yourself in your work."

“Whatever.” Mel kept her attention on her plate. "I just have some articles that are taking a lot of time to research and the days are filling up, so I have to work after hours."

“That might be the excuse you've convinced yourself to believe, sweetheart, but I recognize avoidance when I see it." The edge of steel lacing her mother’s voice surprised Mel. She hadn't heard her so in control in a long time. "Remember, I did the same thing for a whole year before I broke down."

Mel blushed guiltily. Mama was good, she’d give her that. "I'm not working that hard, Mama. I just like to keep busy."

“Busy, my ass,” Micah growled. "I see you, Mel. You get up at the crack of dawn to go to work and come home after ten, so worn out you look ready to drop on the stairs. Sleep like the dead, then get up and repeat. It's not good for you."

“However did I make it through med school without you hovering over me, brother dear?" Mel snapped, dropping her fork. "My work is important and I enjoy it. Just back off, okay?"

Emma shook her head, cover Mel’s hand with her own. "It's time to stop hiding. Unless I'm losing my touch, I'd say you're working so hard so you don't have to think about how much you miss a certain mayor. Am I right?"

Mel shrugged, fighting the urge to jerk away from the comfort of her mother’s touch. She didn’t deserve comfort. All comfort would do was break her down. "Everyone deals with break-ups in different ways. My way is just more productive than others."

“But why did you break up with him? You both seemed so in love." Emma's hand tightened around Mel’s.

Mel fought back the lump of emotions that clogged her throat. She had to keep things basic and brief. Caine was like a son to her mother and she didn’t want to ruin that. “There's just a lot of history between us, Mama. Not all of it good. We’ve hurt each other a lot. Besides, Caine's a Maddox. He needs one of those perfect Stepford wives who will host parties and run charities in her spare time. That's not me. Never has been, never will be."

“I never thought you had such a low opinion of Caine, sweetheart.” Emma’s quiet admonishment surprised Mel more than if she’d yelled at her.

“What do you mean ‘low’?” Mel asked. It was time for her to gloss over the truth a bit. “He’s too good for me, Mama. He’s a Maddox, for Christ’s sake. I’m the daughter of a baker. Our lives are just too different. He needs a wife who won’t have to sacrifice her career to be a politician’s wife.”

Micah brought his fist down on the table hard enough to rattle the fork on Mel's plate. "That's the biggest load of crap, Mel, and you damn well know it. Caine and Gage have never, ever, given a shit about stuff like that. They chose us. Caine doesn't care about the society stuff his parents do. He and Gage escaped here because they hated playing those parts. He might be mayor of Unknown, but Caine isn't the kind of Maddox man his parents wanted. He's a good guy who loves you."

“And he is not too good for you, young lady." Emma looked back and forth between both of her children. "This goes for both of you. Never think anyone is too good for you. If they love and respect you and you love and respect them, that's the only thing that should matter. Family, background, jobs. Those are all outside factors. They should work around your love, not the other way around."

Mel pursed her lips, chewing the inside of her mouth. She tried to pull back from her mother, but Emma’s grip remained firm. Mel knew she was caving. She wanted everything back to the way it was just as much as her family did. “Even if you were right, I screwed things up already. I've been a bitch to him. I doubt Caine would ever want to speak to me again."

Micah winked at her, brotherly teasing in his eyes. "Give him a chance. Bet if you went over to Town Hall tomorrow once you're done working yourself to death, you'd find him in his office doing the exact same thing."

Standing up, Emma kissed Mel’s hair, then Micah’s. “I love you both. And I’m sorry that I haven’t been here for you like I should have been. Starting now, I will be.”