Lakeside Romance

“One would think. Somehow he found out I gave the anonymous tip about the same time his mom, desperate to escape her abusive husband, set their house on fire while Justin’s dad was passed out inside.”

“Oh, no!”

“We arrived on the scene in time to put the fire out. Justin’s dad ended up in the ICU, and his mom was arrested. Justin blamed me. I tried to get him to calm down and promised him everything would be okay. Biggest mistake of my life.” Alec rubbed a finger and thumb over his eyes. “He and his brother were put in emergency foster care. He promised I’d pay for destroying his family.”

“What happened?”

“We were on scene at another incident when a call came in for a residential fire. 731 Meadowbrook Drive.”

“You remember the address?”

“Yes. I’ll never forget it. It was my house.” He struggled to breathe, the memory still as fresh as when it happened four years ago. “Where I lived with my pregnant wife of almost two years.”

Sarah sucked in a sharp breath.

“The fire consumed our house quickly. I tried to save her.” Unbidden tears pricked his eyes. “The fire. It was too hot. I did everything I could. But...” His chest tightened. “I lost everything that night because I got involved in a troubled kid’s life, hoping to make a difference. I can’t afford to make the same mistake twice.”

Sarah stood, her expression torn. “Alec, I had no idea. Why did you even agree to working with me?”

“I don’t know. I needed help with Emmett’s house. If I did this for you, then I could use your assistance without feeling guilty about it. Plus...” He shrugged. “I thought maybe enough time had passed to where I could handle it again. When I walked into that kitchen...”

“It came rushing back?”

“Something like that.”

“Have you talked to anyone?”

“Like who? About what?”

“Like someone who specializes in PTSD.”

“You think I have post-traumatic stress disorder?”

She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe. Panic attacks. Lack of sleep. A couple of common signs.”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, then, if you’re fine, let’s head back inside.”

Alec hesitated. He was fine. Other than the nightmares that jerked him away from time to time, and the scent of smoke that made him want to crawl out of his skin, he was golden.

But to go back inside?

The group assembled in the kitchen, focused on breaking eggs, looked like a bunch of regular kids, not disturbed pyromaniacs out for revenge. But how could Sarah look at them and see promise? All he saw was potential destruction. Was there really any hope in helping them?

Justin could’ve been any one of those kids. He’d shown promise, needing someone to believe in him. Someone to help him see he could do great things. Alec had tried, and it cost him everything.

How could he risk that again?

But then again, he had nothing left to lose.

A slight throat clearing jerked him out of his thoughts. He blinked a couple of times and caught Sarah’s pointed look and raised eyebrow. She stood over him and extended a hand to help him to stand.

If only it were that simple.

Something Billy, his brother-in-law, had asked prodded at his brain... Would Christy want to see him living this way?

He was left with one giant choice—face his fears or let a bunch of kids send him running for the door. Neither option sounded appealing, but he couldn’t continue down the path he’d been walking.

He put his hand in Sarah’s and forced his legs to move. Steeling his spine and squaring his shoulders, he spoke with more bravado than he felt. “Let’s do this.”

Hopefully history wouldn’t repeat itself.

Chapter Five (#ulink_564fcbba-7fdb-52e3-8c3f-25403240b507)

Well, he’d managed to last the week without falling apart or hurting anyone. He deserved a medal or something, didn’t he? Or at least a quiet weekend without answering anyone’s demands. Other than a house showing first thing in the morning, he had the rest of the weekend to himself.

Putting up a tough front was draining.

From out on the community center’s front steps, Sarah’s laughter swirled through the open door and tugged at his heart. She did a fist bump with one of Amber’s little brothers. She definitely had a way with these kids. They respected her, which had made the week a bit more bearable. He admired that, yet a sense of caution continued to stay at the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t about to let his guard down.

“Yo, Mr. S. You got a minute?” A hesitant voice spoke behind him.

Alec turned away from watching Sarah to find Daniel standing in the community center kitchen doorway. With neatly trimmed blond hair, a shoulder pressed to the doorjamb and a thumb hooked through the belt loop of his baggy cargo shorts, the kid didn’t appear to pose a threat.

“What’s up?” Alec crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his back against the stainless-steel industrial-sized deep sink.

The fifteen-year-old shifted his gaze to the outdated linoleum, then looked at Alec with eyes full of curiosity and...a touch of vulnerability. His neck reddened. “I was wondering... I mean...well, how did you get to be a good cook?”

Alec dropped his eyes to the menus he and Sarah had been working on for next week. “I didn’t really have a choice. I lost my dad when I was fifteen. He was a marine and was killed by friendly fire.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s tough, man.”

Alec slipped his hands in his front pockets. “It was. After Dad’s funeral, I realized I needed to take care of my mom and little sister. We could eat PB&J only so long...know what I mean?”

Daniel laughed softly and stepped into the room, his eyes serious and tone sobering. “Yeah, I do. My parents were killed in a crash over Christmas. My kid brother, Toby, and I live with my grandma. She’s tired after working all day and not in the best of health. I feel like it’s up to me to be the man of the house, I guess.”

Oh, man.

Something inside Alec shifted as he looked at the quiet kid who he’d seen treat others with respect but keep to himself. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Alec crossed the room and set a hand on the kid’s bony shoulder. “How are you doing?”

Daniel shrugged and looked off into the distance. “Okay. We left Pittsburgh and moved to Shelby Lake to live with Gram.” His eyes filled and his chin trembled. Clenching his jaw, he sniffed and ran a hand under his nose. “My dad and I went to Pirates games and stuff. Mom made these great pierogies. She promised to teach me someday...” His voice trailed off as he sniffed again. “I miss our house, my friends, the cool places to grab a bite.”