LISA

"Where you think you're going?" I asked lazily from my lawn chair parked in the middle of the lane.

The SUV's bumper had stopped a generous foot from my knees, a cloud of dust rising up behind.

My brother slid out from behind the wheel and rounded the vehicle.

"Shoulda known I'd find you here," V said, his jaw tight as he pulled a slip of paper from his uniform pocket. He crumpled it and threw it at me.

It hit me square in the chest. "Harvey said to pass this along to you since it was your fault he was speeding through town this morning."

It was a speeding ticket written in my brother's scrawl.

"I have no idea what Harvey's jabbering about," I lied and pocketed the citation.

"I see you're still an irresponsible asshole," V said as if there'd been a chance I'd changed in the past few years.

"I see you're still a law-abiding dickhead with a stick up his ass."

Kuma, my lazy basset hound, wandered his stumpy legs off the porch to greet his uncle.

Traitor.

If he thought he'd get more attention or more people food somewhere else, Kuma wasn't weighed down by loyalty and didn't hesitate to wander.

I pointed toward the cabin with my beer bottle. "I live here. Remember?

Didn't look like you were slowin' down to pay me a visit."

V hadn't set foot in my place in more than three years. I'd done him the same courtesy.

He hunkered down to give Kuma some love. "Got an update for Jennie," he said.

"And?"

"And the fuck what? It doesn't involve you. You don't need to stand sentry like some ugly gargoyle."

Kuma, sensing he wasn't the focal point, meandered up to me and nosed at my hand. I gave him a thump on his side and the dog biscuit I'd stashed in the chair's cup holder. He took it and pranced back to the porch, white-tipped tail a blur of happy.

I raised the beer to my mouth. "Saw her first," I reminded V.

The flash of anger I saw in his eyes was gratifying. "Oh, fuck you, man. You pissed her off first."

I shrugged carelessly. "Same thing. Might as well just wander that law-abiding ass of yours back to Lelia J's. I'll bring Jennie and Eleanor to you."

"Can't stop me from doing my damn job, Lisa."

I got out of my chair.

V's eyes narrowed.

"Give you one free shot," I offered, then drained the rest of my beer.

"One for one?" my brother clarified. He always did pay too much attention to the rules.

"Yep."

He placed his watch on the hood of the SUV and rolled up his sleeves. I put my beer in the cup holder and stretched my arms overhead.

"Never used to need to warm up before," V observed, adopting a boxer's stance.

I loosened up my neck and shoulders. "Fuck off. We're over forty. Shit hurts."

This was overdue. Fists were how we'd settled countless arguments for decades. Fight and move on. Until the thing punching each other in the face couldn't settle.

"What's the matter?" I taunted. "Having second—"

V's stupid fist plowing into my face cut off the rest of my sentence.

It was a bell ringer. Right in the fucking nose.

Shit, that hurt.

"Goddammit," I hissed, prodding my face for deformities.

My brother bobbed and weaved in front of me, looking a little too fucking proud of himself.

I tasted blood as it trickled onto my upper lip.

"I got shit to do. I don't have time for conversation and kicking your—"

I let my fist fly, catching him in that goddamn mouth he was always running. The mouth he'd used to lay on the charm with Jennie. His head snapped back.

"Ow! Fuck!" He swiped his arm over his mouth, smearing his own blood up his sleeve. Another bead dripped onto the shirt of his uniform. It made me feel perversely accomplished. Messing up V was always gratifying.

"We really gonna do this?" he asked, looking up as his tongue darted out to taste the blood at the corner of his lip.

"Don't have to. You know how to stop it."

"She hates your guts. You don't even like her," he pointed out.

I used the hem of my t-shirt to stem the flow of blood from my nose.

"Not the point."

V narrowed his eyes. "The point is you always wanna call the shots. Some sister."

"You're the idiot who doesn't know how to say 'thank you,'" I shot back. He shook his head, looking like he was going to back down. But I knew better. I knew him better. We both wanted this. "Get out of my way, Lisa."

"You're not gettin' past me today."

"I'd be happy to run you down with my truck. Say you were drunk and passed out in the middle of the lane and I didn't see you."

"Your ass would be behind bars before they even got mine to the morgue," I predicted. "Something happens to either one of us 'round here, everyone knows the first place to look is the other one."

"And what does that say about our happy fucking family?" V spat.

We were circling each other now, hands up, eyes locked. Fighting a man you grew up tumbling with was like fighting yourself. You knew all the moves even before they were coming.

"I'll ask you again, Lisa. Why are you in my way?"

I shrugged. Mostly to annoy him. But partly because I didn't really know why I'd planted my ass between my brother and Jennie "Cat Eyes"Kim. She wasn't my type. He wasn't my problem. Yet here I was. The whole introspection thing was another one of those time wastes that I didn't bother with. I wanted to do something, I did it.

"You just want to put your hands on something fine and mess it up, don't you?" V asked. "You can't take care of a woman like that. She's got class. She's smart."

"She's needy as fuck. Right up your alley," I shot back.

"Then get out of my way."

Tired of the conversation, I threw a jab to his jaw. He returned it with a shot to my ribs.

I don't know how long we traded blows in the middle of the dirt lane, kicking up dust and hurling insults at each other. Somewhere in the midst of him calling me a fucking asshole and me putting him in a headlock so I could punch him in the forehead, I recognized my brother for the first time in a long-ass time.

"What in the holy hell are you doing? You can't assault an officer of the law!"

Jennie floated into my line of sight, looking exactly like the high-class woman I didn't want, exactly the type my brother did. Her hair was down now and daisy-free, draped over one shoulder, thick and sleek. Her eyes had lost the better part of the exhausted shadows. She was wearing one of those long sundresses that skimmed the tops of her feet and made men wonder what treasures lay beneath.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and for a second, I wanted to know who the hell had given them to her so I could kick their ass.

Next to her was Eleanor in shorts and a pink t-shirt, holding a plate covered in plastic wrap. She was grinning at us.

V used the distraction to throw an elbow to my gut. The wind went out of me, and I bent to catch my breath.

"Face's bleedin', Chief," Eleanor cheerfully observed. "Got it all over that nice clean shirt of yours."

I grinned. The kid might have belonged to Ruby, but she was funny as hell. And she was in my corner.

Kuma abandoned his perch on the porch and ambled back into the road to greet the newcomers.

"Thanks, Eleanor," V said, swiping at his bloody mouth again. "I was just coming to see you two."

While Eleanor squished my dog's droopy jowls between her hands, Jennie peered around my brother at me.

"What is wrong with you?" she hissed. "You can't just start a fight with a cop!"

I slowly straightened, rubbing a hand over my sternum. "Doesn't count as a cop. He's my brother."

Kuma shoved his nose under the hem of Jennie's dress and stepped on her foot. He was a needy bastard.

"Well, hello," Jennie crooned, crouching down to pet him.

"His name's Kuma," V told her.

My nose burned. My face fucking hurt. My knuckles were bleeding. But looking at her petting my needy-ass dog with an arm full of flowers made everything else start to fade away.

Fuck me.

I knew what attraction felt like. Knew what to do with it too. But not with a woman like this. One who didn't know it was smart to be afraid of me. One with a wedding dress and no ring. One with an eleven-year-old.

This was the kind of situation that had me heading for the hills. But I couldn't stop looking at her.

"You're an idiot."

V grinned, then winced.

"And you," Jennie turned on him. "I can't imagine you take that badge very seriously if you're fighting in the street with your own sister."

"She started it," V and I both said at the same time.

"Then we'll leave you to it," she said primly, putting a hand on Eleanor's shoulder. "Let's go."

"Heading to Leila J's?" V asked.

"We are. We were invited for dinner," Jennie said.

Eleanor raised the plate she was holding. "Brought cookies."

"I'll walk with you," V said. "We can talk on the way."

"Sounds good to me," I said, moving my chair out of the road.

"You're not invited," he said.

"Oh, yes, I am. Seven sharp."

My brother looked like he was going to haul off and hit me again, which suited me just fine. Tarnishing his "aww, shucks" hero vibe would only further my cause. But just as I was about to goad him into it, Jennie stepped between us. Kuma followed her and sat on her feet.

The woman couldn't read signs. She was a danger to herself, trying to get between two bucks itching for a fight.

"Did you find my car?" she asked V.

"Did you find my mom?" Eleanor asked.

"Maybe we should talk in private," he suggested. "Lisa, be a good neighbor and take Eleanor up to the house while I have a few words with Jennie."

"No way," Eleanor said, crossing her arms.

"Fuck no," I agreed.

Our staredown lasted until Jennie rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's just get this over with. Please tell me what you found."

My brother suddenly looked uncomfortable, and my interest piqued.

"Guess I'll just get right to it," V said. "I didn't find your car yet. But I did find something interesting when I ran the plates. It was reported stolen."

"No, shit, Sherlock. Jennie did that this morning," I reminded him.

V ignored me and continued. "It was reported stolen yesterday by one Mino Song III of Long Island, New York."

Jennie looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her up.

"You stole a car?" Eleanor asked her aunt, looking impressed. I had to admit that I hadn't seen that one coming either.

"It's my car, but my ex-fiancé bought it. His name was on the title with mine."

She looked like the kind of woman a man would buy cars for, I decided.

"Don't you mean ex-husband?" Eleanor piped up.

"Ex-fiancé," Jennie corrected. "We're no longer together. And we didn't get married."

"'Cause she left him at the altar," the girl added knowledgeably.

"Yesterday."

"Eleanor, I told you that in confidence," Jennie hissed. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of scarlet.

"You're the one being interrogated for grand theft auto."

"No one is being interrogated," V insisted. "I'll talk to the office in charge and clear up any misunderstanding."

"Thank you," Jennie said. Her eyes were filling with what looked suspiciously like tears.

Fuck.

"I don't know about you all, but I could sure use a drink. Let's head up to the big house and solve this over alcohol," I suggested.

I didn't imagine the flicker of relief that flashed over her pretty face.

--

I spent the short walk to Leila J's wondering when the hell I'd turned into a sundress person. The women I dated wore jeans and leather and rocker tshirts. They didn't have prep school vocabularies or dresses that floated around their ankles like some summer fantasy.

I liked my women the way I liked my relationships—fast, dirty, and casual.

Jennie Kim was none of those, and I needed to remember that.

"You're seriously going to dinner like that?" Jennie asked me as Kuma wandered off the drive to lift his leg on a dogwood.

Behind us, Eleanor peppered V with questions about crime in Richmond.

"Leila J's seen worse," I said, biting into a cookie.

"Where did you get that cookie?" she demanded.

"Eleanor," I said.

Jennie looked like she was going to slap it out of my hand, so I shoved the rest of it into my mouth.

"Those are for this mysterious Leila J I'm supposed to be making a good impression on," she complained. "This isn't a great way for me to meet a new potential landlord. 'Hi, I'm Jennie. I'm squatting in your cottage, and these guys were fighting in your driveway. Please give me affordable rent.'"

I snorted, then winced when my nose started to throb again. "Relax. Leila J would be worried if V and I didn't show up bleeding and pissed off at each other," I assured her.

"Why are you pissed off at each other?"

"Baby, you haven't got the time," I drawled.

We reached the steps of the big house, and Jennie hesitated, looking up at the roughhewn timber, the cedar shakes. Behind overgrown azaleas and boxwoods, the porch stretched nearly fifty feet along the front.

I tried to see it from her eyes. New in town, running from a wedding, no place to stay, thrown into a guardianship she hadn't seen coming. To her, everything hinged on this meal.

"Don't chicken shit out now," I advised. "Leila J hates cowards."

Those pretty hazel eyes narrowed to slits. "Thanks for the advice," she said caustically.

"Nice place," Eleanor said, joining us at the foot of the steps.

I thought about the trailer. The chaos outside that little bedroom with the KEEP OUT sign on the door. She'd done her best to keep the chaos and unpredictability out of her little world. I could respect that.

"Used to be a lodge. Let's go. I need that drink," I said, climbing the three short steps and reaching for the doorknob.

"Don't we need to knock or ring the bell?" Jennie hissed, grabbing my arm. And there it was again. That electricity charging my blood, waking up my body like it had been exposed to some kind of threat. Some kind of danger.

We both looked down at her hand, and she quickly dropped it.

"Not necessary around here," V assured her, unaware that my blood was on fire and Jennie was blushing again.

"Leila J," I bellowed.

The response was a fevered fit of barking.

"Oh, my," Jennie whispered, putting herself between Eleanor and the fur circus.

Kuma shoved himself between my leg and the door frame just as two dogs raced into the foyer. Randy the beagle had earned his name by humping everything in sight for the first year of his life. Kitty was a one-eyed, fifty-pound pit bull who thought she was a lapdog. Both kept Leila J entertained in her solitude.

It was cooler inside. Darker too. The blinds stayed closed these days.

Leila J said it was so no one could snoop on her business. But I knew the truth and I didn't blame her for it.

"Quit your hollerin'," a voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

"What's the matter with you? Your mama raise you in a barn?"

"No, but our grandma did," V called back.

Eleila Jane Persimmon, all five feet one inch of her, clomped out to greet us. She wore her hair cut short around her face as she had for as long as I could remember. Never missed a trim. Her rubber gardening clogs squeaked on the floor. She was in her typical uniform of cargo pants and a blue t-shirt. She wore the same thing nearly every day. If it was hot, she wore the pants with the zippered legs. If it was cold, she added a sweatshirt in the same color as the tee.

"Shoulda drowned you in the creek when I had the chance," she said, stopping in front of us and crossing her arms expectantly.

"Leila J." V dutifully pressed a kiss to her cheek.

I repeated the greeting.

She nodded her satisfaction. Warm and fuzzy time was over. "So, what the hell kind of mess did you bring me?" Her gaze slid to Jennie and Eleanor, who were being skeptically sniffed by the dogs.

Kitty broke first and headbutted Jennie in the legs in a bid for affection.

Kuma, not to be left out, muscled his way in, knocking her off balance. I reached out, but V got there first and steadied her.

"Put the disaster dogs out. Let 'em run off the devil for a bit," Leila J ordered.

V let go of Jennie and opened the front door. Three streaks of fur took off.

"Leila J, this is Jennie and her niece, Eleanor," I said. "They'll be staying at the cottage."

"They will, will they?"

She didn't like being told what to do any more than I did. Neither one of us ever understood why V had gone all law and order. "Unless of course you want to throw them out on the street," I added.

"I remembered where I know you from," my grandmother announced, peering at Eleanor through her bifocals. "Been buggin' me since I dropped off the bikes. You fixed my iPad at the library."

"You did?" Jennie asked the girl.

Eleanor shrugged, looking embarrassed. "I go in there sometimes. And sometimes old folks have me fix stuff."

"And you look like that one's trouble-making mother." Leija J pointed at Jennie.

"That would be my sister," she said, smiling weakly.

"Twins," I interjected.

Jennie held out the bouquet. "We brought you flowers and cookies to thank you for inviting us to dinner."

"Flowers, cookies, and two bleeding person," Leila J observed. "Might as well come on back. Dinner's about done."

"About done" in Leila J's house meant she hadn't started it yet.

We trooped into the kitchen, where all the fixings for sloppy joes and salad awaited.

"Meat," I called.

"Salad," V conceded.

"Not before you both clean yourselves up," Leila J said, pointing to the kitchen sink.

V did as he was told and turned on the water. I headed to the fridge and cracked open a beer first.

"Got some treats from the bakery today," Leila J said. She looked at Eleanor, who was eyeing the salad ingredients with suspicion. "Why don't you put 'em on a plate with whatever cookies my grandson and granddaughter didn't eat and maybe taste a couple to make sure they're fit for eatin'."

"Cool," Eleanor said, making a beeline for the bakery box on the counter.

I peered over the kid's shoulder and helped myself to a lemon cookie.

My favorite.

"I'll get the wine," Leila J said. "You look like you know your way around a wine opener."

She was addressing Jennie, who looked like she couldn't decide if it was a compliment or a judgment.

"Go on," I told her when Leila J headed out of the room.

She took a step closer, and I caught the scent of lavender. "Do not under any circumstances start another fight in front of my niece," she hissed.

"Can't promise anything."

If eyes could shoot actual fire, I would have had a need to regrow my eyebrows.

"Chief, I trust you can keep the order for a few minutes," she said.

V flashed her one of his stupid charming grins. "You can count on me."

"Kiss-ass," I coughed into my fist.

Eleanor snickered.

"I'll be right back," Jennie promised Eleanor. "Chief Manoban is in charge."

The kid looked confused. I guessed no one had ever bothered to tell her they were leaving, let alone when they'd be back.

Jennie straightened her shoulders and followed my grandmother out of the room, that damn dress floating around her like she was some kind of fairy tale princess about to face a dragon.