Echo Lake

“Laughter warms you up,” Eric said with a wink.

“So does coffee.” Samantha unbuttoned her coat but left it on as she reached for Justin’s mug. “I could be in South Florida with my parents. They’re working on salvage plans for their sunken World War II submarines. They’ll go back to Scotland in April. The forecast high today in Key West is eighty. The forecast high here is twenty.”

“And it’ll last for five minutes at two o’clock,” Heather added.

The widespread skepticism in town about Justin Sloan and Samantha Bennett as a couple was giving way to optimism. They were just so different. Justin was the second of six siblings and had lived in Knights Bridge his entire life. Samantha was an only child, an adventurer from a family of prominent adventurers, and a woman who’d never lived in one place for long. She was staying at the Sloan family cabin, supposedly doing research on Captain Benjamin Farraday, her mysterious eighteenth-century pirate. Heather suspected Samantha was at least as interested in being close to Justin.

Samantha put her hands around the mug with a sigh. “Warmth. It feels so good. I keep forgetting to wear gloves. Does the cold ever get to you, Heather?”

“Sometimes, especially when I’m not prepared.”

As was the case yesterday, she thought. She didn’t so much as glance at her two brothers at the table in case her expression gave her away and they realized she hadn’t told them everything about her first encounter with Brody.

“We want Vic’s renovations to go well for you,” Justin said. “Leave whatever Vic Scarlatti and Brody Hancock have going on to them.”

“Who’s Brody Hancock?” Samantha asked.

Heather waited a half beat but she already knew Eric and Justin weren’t going to respond. They would let her explain Brody and watch her reaction. She decided to keep it simple. “He’s a Diplomatic Security Service agent who used to live in town.”

Samantha set the mug on the table. She already looked warmer. “There’s a lot of fine print in that answer, isn’t there? You all knew him growing up?”

“We did.” Justin handed her a triangle of his toast. “The Brody Hancock we knew didn’t like to be bored. I doubt that’s changed.”

“Not if he’s a DSS agent,” Eric said, pushing back his chair. “That can be a hellishly dangerous job. I don’t know where he’s been posted, but I would bet real money that he’s taken on the toughest assignments.”

“An adrenaline junkie?” Samantha asked.

The Bennetts could be described as adrenaline junkies, Heather thought, but she said nothing as her eldest brother shrugged. “Maybe. I haven’t seen Brody since he was eighteen.” He got to his feet. “If you’re ready, Heather, I can give you a ride out there.”

Heather would have liked to stay and chat with Samantha, who was endlessly interesting but also interested in others. “If you and Justin are thinking about getting a dog, Rohan is cute as anything and has a great personality. He just needs some training.”

Samantha smiled. “A way of saying he’s rambunctious, isn’t it?”

“He’ll learn well once he’s settled into a permanent home,” Heather said.

“You mean once he’s away from Vic,” Eric said with a grunt. “Let’s go, Heather. I’ve got jumper cables in the car.”

Samantha looked confused. “Jumper cables?”

Heather let Justin explain about her truck. She grabbed her gloves and hat, said goodbye to him and Samantha and headed out with Eric. It was entirely possible that Brody had decided not to stick around in Knights Bridge and had gone off to wherever DSS agents went off to when they were on home leave.

Just as well, maybe, if he wasn’t at Vic’s when she got there with Eric.

Five (#ulink_355b7f4d-0ffc-5be4-9df8-db0405cd2dcd)

Not only was Brody still at Vic’s when Heather arrived with Eric, he was also standing at the end of the driveway. She wasn’t sure what he was up to. Checking for icy spots? Looking out at the lake? Then Rohan burst over a snowbank and leaped down to Brody in a ball of golden, snow-encrusted fur.

Her brother glanced at Heather without a word. She shrugged. “Meet Rohan. And that’s Brody. Do you recognize him? I didn’t.”

“I recognize him,” Eric said, tight-lipped.

Heather pointed back toward the trunk. “I can grab the jumper cables and return them to you later.”

Eric shook his head. “I’ve got a few minutes. I’ll help get your truck started and make sure that’s what’s wrong with it. I did tell you it needed a new battery when I sold it to you.”

No argument from her. “Yes, you did.”

She got out of the car. She was grateful for his help, but at the same time was uncertain about having him and Brody meet in front of her—uncertain of her own reaction to Brody.

Not like her.

Rohan was rolling on his back in the snow. Heather grinned casually at Brody, who had on his suede jacket, unbuttoned over a dark sweater. “A playful puppy isn’t what you’re used to, is it?”

“Not lately.”

“Puppies need protecting, I suppose.”

“Don’t tell Rohan. He thinks he’s doing the protecting.”

“Maybe you two have something in common.”

Eric joined them and nodded at his onetime friend. “Long time, Brody. I don’t know if you remember me. Eric Sloan.”

“I remember you, Eric,” Brody said, his tone neutral.

“What brings you to Knights Bridge?”

“I’m visiting Vic.”

Eric didn’t look convinced. “I understand you own your family’s old place on the lake.”

“The cabin is gone but I’ll check on the land while I’m here.”

“It’s the dead of winter,” Eric said. “Not the best time for a visit.”

Brody smiled. “I won’t be kayaking, that’s for sure.”

“You’re on vacation?”

“Close enough.”

“Well, then. Welcome back.” Before Brody could respond, Eric turned to Heather. “Let’s get your truck started.”

Brody scooped up Rohan and headed inside. Heather tried not to watch him mount the steps to the small porch and then go in through the back door. Her overnight conclusion chalking up her reaction to him to adrenaline wasn’t holding up, and it had nothing to do with Eric’s presence. If she’d come up here on her own, she would have had the same reaction to Brody. She decided she would be smart to remain calm and in control around this man. Even without the bad blood between him and her brothers, she had no business messing with Brody Hancock in any way, shape or form. They had nothing in common beyond a Knights Bridge upbringing.

“You aren’t twelve anymore, Heather,” Eric muttered, then headed to her truck.

The jumper cables did the trick, and her cop brother took off back down the long driveway without further comment on Vic Scarlatti’s new guest.