Sophie Oak: Found in Bliss

“Michael?” Holly asked, frowning.

Wolf nodded, his face turning grave. “Yeah, I’m joking about it, but that guy is in pain. He rented out a cabin. He hasn’t left it yet.”

Holly could remember the look in Michael McMahon’s eyes when he’d stumbled out of his room right as Nate had placed a sheet over Jessie’s body. He’d practically howled. And then when he’d heard the story, a terrible silence had come over him. He’d gotten up and walked out. This was the first she’d heard he hadn’t left town.

“I hope everything’s all right with him,” Holly murmured, staring off at the mountain where the Marshal was now residing.

“I think he needs this place for a while,” Caleb said. “I know I did.”

“And I need to leave.” Logan’s eyes cast down.

Holly stepped close. She hugged Logan gently. For all he’d said before, she could still see the young man he’d been. “If you need anything, you know where home is.”

He nodded, his arms going around her. “I need to find me again. I need it so bad.”

“You will. I’m behind you,” she whispered. “Always.”

“We all are.” Caleb shook his hand. “Anything you need, you know where to find it.”

Wolf and Logan went into Callie’s cabin to say good-bye, and Holly was left alone with her men.

She looked at them, each so perfect in their own ways, each oddly incomplete without the other. No person was an island. She’d lived like that for far too long, forgetting what it was to find the pieces that were missing, to be whole and complete.

“I could use a beer. I’m not going to try anything else. Your screwdrivers suck,” Caleb teased.

“My screwdriver is perfect. Holly say so.” Alexei slapped at his partner’s arm. The men stepped off the porch and started toward the truck.

“Holly lies because she wants to get some,” Caleb joked.

“I am okay with this. And I will to be giving her some,” Alexei said. “I think I will be giving her some on Zane’s desk. We will see how he likes it. The sheriff gives us permission.”

She laughed and hurried after them, pushing her way in between the men and grabbing their hands.

That was her place. Always between them.

THE END

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