Dirty Little Secrets

1 Brooke Some people called Baldwin’s Shore the end of the world. Until I turned eighteen, I’d just called it home, but now at the age of twenty-six, having made my escape and ended up right back where I started, I had to agree with that sentiment. Another twig cracked, and this time, I knew I hadn’t imagined it. There was something behind me. Or someone. My fingers tightened around Vega’s leash, and I began to walk faster. Did I have a phone signal? Not even one bar. Dammit. The forest that surrounded the town changed with the seasons. In winter, when the sun shone through skeletal branches and frost glistened on textured bark, when the snow crunched underfoot on an otherwise silent trail, the place was magical. In spring, when the trees burst into life and in fall, when leaves drifted in riots of colour, I jogged or hiked every chance I got so I didn’t miss nature’s magic. And in summer, the dappled shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. Today? Today, on this gloomy Monday in early April, it felt like hunting season, and I was the prey. I never used to get jumpy like this. A year ago, I’d have written off the rustles as a deer in the bushes, or maybe a squirrel, but today? Today, my mind cycled through wolf, cougar, and bear, then settled on man. The worst predator of all. Think I was overreacting? Perhaps…perhaps I was. After all, I wasn’t totally sure I’d been assaulted in my own bed just over a year ago. Not a hundred percent, but definitely ninety-five. I couldn’t remember a thing between feeling hot and a little headachy and waking up naked at eight o’clock the next morning with an ache between my legs and bruises on my arms that hadn’t been there the day before. The smell of stale s*x still hung in the air, but I had no idea who I might have brought home with me. And I might even have wondered if I’d dreamed the whole thing, if not for the note. One line on a piece of paper torn from the pad I kept on my bedside table. YOU WERE EVERYTHING I IMAGINED. There was no signature, only a heart with an arrow through the middle. Cupid. I’d read the words. Read them again because my brain had barely taken them in the first time. Read them a third time, and then staggered to the bathroom and vomited everything left in my stomach. My recollections of that morning were fuzzy, but I remembered sitting by the toilet with my arms wrapped around my legs, rocking back and forth as I tried to work out what had happened the night before. Had I met a guy? Every time I reached for a memory, it skittered out of range. What had I done? I’d been drinking, but not that much. At least, I didn’t think so. Turn over, Brooke. It came as a whisper, but where from? Was it a memory or just my mind trying to fill in the blanks? I struggled to my feet, nearly fell because of the pins and needles in my legs, and stumbled into the bedroom. The sun had risen higher in the sky, light streaming in through the window and illuminating the marks on my pillow. Two ovals of spidery black streaks and a pair of smudged red lips, all surrounded by a pale peach halo. At some point the previous night, I’d had my face smushed into the cream cotton, hard enough to rub off my make-up. I wouldn’t have slept like that. Would I? The sheets were clean, but that musky scent… It still lingered. A chill ran through me, partly because I hadn’t turned the heating on but mostly because…because I thought I might have been raped, but I had no way of proving it. I didn’t need to get a degree in criminal justice to work that one out. All I had in the form of evidence was a few unexplained marks, a note that could have been sweet or creepy depending on the interpretation, and a feeling. And now, one year and sixteen days later, I had a dog I’d adopted in the hope that he might help me to feel safe again, a “Happy Anniversary” card from my bogeyman, something behind me in the trees, and a heart threatening to hammer its way through my ribcage. I ran. Vega didn’t really understand what was going on, but he lolloped along beside me anyway. The shelter had guessed he was a year old, but he still had big puppy paws he’d never quite grown into and a tongue that hung out of one side of his mouth whenever he got hot. I’d picked him out because he looked scary, but having gotten to know him over the past two weeks, I worried he might just drool on a would-be attacker instead of defending me. Was that a branch snapping back? Maybe, but I didn’t want to wait around to find out. I darted sideways into the trees, pulling Vega with me because if I took a shortcut through the undergrowth, I’d reach the lower trail faster, and from there it was only three hundred yards to the trailhead. We so, so nearly made it. The other trail was in sight when Vega stopped, yanking the leash out of my hand. When he tried to run again, all he managed was a yelp and a hop, and then I saw the rabbit hole his leg must have gone down and realised he was hurt. Badly hurt. He wouldn’t even put his back foot on the ground. Fear prickled at my spine like cryogenic cockroaches with icy little legs. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t, but leaving Vega wasn’t an option either. I might have adopted him less than a month ago, but the big goof had already wormed his way into my heart. “Shh, shh.” I paused to listen, but all I could hear was my own thumping heart. Was there anyone else around to hear me scream if…if…? I didn’t even want to think about it. A muscle twanged in my back as I hefted Vega into my arms, and for a moment I thought my knees would buckle. Fear had made them weak, and Vega had to weigh half as much as I did. Adrenaline helped me to stagger to the start of the trail, and I almost wept with relief when I spotted a couple on mountain bikes headed toward me. Tourists? I didn’t recognise either of them, and Baldwin’s Shore was…well, I couldn’t call it a two-horse town because Bobbie Jo who bred Quarter Horses at the Little Creek Ranch would take offence, but when the new resort by the ocean was full, the population practically doubled. Before the paper mill closed fifteen years ago, the town had been much bigger, but without jobs, people had moved away. “Hey, are you okay?” the woman asked. She was around my age, but she looked much perkier than I felt. Life had worn me down over the past few years. The assault had just been one more kick in the teeth, albeit a particularly vicious one. I lowered Vega to the ground, and he stood on three legs. “My dog’s injured, and I think there might be something out there in the forest.” “Something?” The woman glanced toward her boyfriend. Or fiancé, judging by the huge diamond ring that glinted in the sunlight. “Like a mountain lion? Or Sasquatch?” “I didn’t actually see it.” The guy rolled his eyes. “Probably a deer.” “I don’t want to go that way if there’s a mountain lion.” “Cougars don’t usually approach people,” I told her. “They mostly keep out of the way.” “There you go, Kelly. You’re out of excuses. She’d rather stay at home and use her Peloton,” the guy explained. “I have to drag her into the great outdoors kicking and screaming.” He put his hands on his hips and drew in a deep breath. “Smell that fresh air.” “What happened to your dog?” “He wrenched his leg in a rabbit hole.” “Do you need help?” “I don’t suppose you have a car nearby?” “I wish. We’ve ridden, like, fifty miles already.” “Five miles, Kelly. We’ve ridden five miles. Can we call someone for you?” I checked my own phone. Two bars of signal, thank goodness. “I can call my brother. He lives in town, but would you mind waiting with me until he arrives?” “Sure, sure, we can wait.” Kelly crouched to pet Vega, and even injured, he immediately backed away and hid behind my legs. So much for his guarding instincts. “Your dog is so cute. He should totally have his own i********: page. He’s not badly hurt, is he?” “I hope not. I’m planning to take him straight to the veterinarian.” Even though my brother’s office was at the other end of town, it wouldn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to drive to the trailhead. Aaron still tended to act annoyingly overprotective, but today, I had to be grateful for that. “Aaron?” “Brooke? What’s up?” “Vega had an accident near the start of the Eagle’s Nest Trail.” “You had an accident? What happened? Are you hurt?” “No, Vega had the accident.” “Sorry, the line’s bad. Is he hurt?” “He needs to go to the veterinarian. Can you pick us up?” Aaron cursed under his breath. “I’m over in Coquille. Lonnie Jackson got himself arrested again.” “Again? Isn’t that twice this month?” And as if Lonnie’s habit of taking his clothes off in public wasn’t bad enough, Coquille was three-quarters of an hour away. More with my brother driving—he’d always preferred the brakes to the gas pedal. Maybe my boss would pick me up? I hated to ask Darla for a favour because she’d done so much for me already, but Paulo wouldn’t mind watching the store for half an hour. Darla was more of a cat person, but Vega would charm her the way he charmed everyone. Perhaps I should take Kelly’s advice and set up an i********: page? My friend Adeline always told me I should make more of an effort to be sociable. I could have discussed the matter with Darla, who knew far more about social media than I did, but unfortunately, my brother had another plan. “Yeah, Lonnie’s been picked up twice, and this time he managed to wave his frank ’n’ beans at Judge Hamble’s wife, so making bail’s gonna be a challenge. But don’t worry; I’ll send Luca.” “Luca?” “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten him? He practically lived at our house when we were kids.” The cryo-cockroaches spontaneously combusted and sent a flash of heat through me. Luca Mendez? My brother was talking about Luca Mendez? His sexy, brooding best friend Luca Mendez? Of course I hadn’t forgotten him. I’d never forget him. “B-b-but I thought Luca was in Ethiopia.” “Eritrea, and there was a problem, so he had to come back in a hurry.” “What kind of a problem? Is he okay?” Luca had been in the army, but he’d switched to private security work around the same time as I moved back to Baldwin’s Shore. I’d rather he quit the military life altogether—the news was full of horror stories every night—but Aaron said private work was safer and I sure hoped he was right about that. “Yeah, he’s fine—just the usual government bureaucracy. He can borrow Deck’s truck and pick you up.” Decker was the carpenter helping to remodel my brother’s half-finished house. Actually, half-finished was being generous, and it wasn’t even a house. It was a former indoor car dealership he’d acquired after it had sat empty for a decade, and it still looked decidedly industrial. But eventually, it would become his home, and my home too. He’d offered me the second floor, plus he was going to convert the biggest of the two outbuildings into an office for the law firm he wanted to run someday. At the moment, Aaron lived in a single-wide trailer in the backyard-s***h-parking lot and worked with Asa Phillips from an office off Main Street. Asa was getting on in years, and they planned for Aaron to take over the firm when he had more experience. And I rented a garage apartment from Adeline’s parents. Her grandma used to live there before she moved into a retirement home, and on a warm day, it still smelled of mothballs. “Couldn’t Deck come? Or Brady?” Brady was the electrician, a friend of Adeline’s who’d agreed to take on the mammoth task of rewiring the cavernous interior of the building formerly known as Deals on Wheels. “No, because I pay Deck and Brady by the hour, and Luca’s helping out in exchange for room and board.” “Room and board? What do you mean, room and board? Where?” “One of the bedrooms at Deals on Wheels is almost finished, and he said he’s slept in worse places. Hell, he’s probably sleeping now. He looked like s**t when he arrived this morning.” Luca was living in my future home? This got worse and worse. “Maybe I should try calling Colt?” Colton Haines—another of my brother’s friends—was also a sheriff’s deputy. It was literally his job to rescue people. And now I was kicking myself for not calling him in the first place. “Colt’s here at the courthouse. He had to drive Lonnie over for his bail hearing.” “Why don’t I just call a cab?” “Brooke, why don’t you want Luca to pick you up?” Because eight years ago, I blurted out my feelings for him and he rejected me. The pity. I’d never forget the pity on his face when he turned me down. As if he felt sorry for my stupidity. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want him to pick me up? I’d hate for him to go to any trouble, that’s all. I mean, if he’s just flown back from Eritrea, won’t he be tired?” “Tired?” Aaron snorted. “Luca’s a machine. Wait in the parking lot, and he’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”