Redeemed Book 2: A Military Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

And now Harrison was there, only as an adult this time. My only experience with the police came from old crime shows, so I imagined that right now they were sweating him pretty hard. Maybe running the good cop/bad cop routine. The older cop who had arrested him seemed like the good cop, and after Harrison twisted the younger guys wrist, I could see him volunteering to play the bad cop.

I kept hoping I would hear a car pull up, and footsteps come out and into the house. I wanted Harrison to throw the door open and loudly proclaim his return, and then immediately take me into his arms and kissed me for hours. I wanted him to tell me that nothing was wrong, that it was all a big mistake, and that he was free, free to let go of the past and free to finally get started creating something new.

The door stayed closed, the footsteps remained unheard, and no car pulled up outside the house.

I ate so slowly, then my sandwich had gotten cold by the time I finished the last few bytes. I stared at the movie flickering across the TV, following the familiar scenes without getting anything new from it.I just kept turning over and over in my mind Harrison being so close yet so far from me, just when we were finally starting to open up to each other. Physically and otherwise.

I felt the lingering effects of his fingertips brushing across my stomach and breasts, remembered how my back had arched when pressing myself closer into him. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the couch, dreaming in place of his rough muscles all around me, keeping me warm and safe and pressing me even further inwards.

By the time I opened my eyes the movie was over, and another one had begun. It was a romantic comedy, one I didn’t know as well as the one before. I watched it also, nothing better to do, trying to find a way to get Harrison off my mind, and not succeeding in the slightest.

I finally got up from the couch well after midnight, and made one last round of the house, turning off all the extra lights, and turning on the holiday lights outside. Our house lit up like a Christmas tree, but I didn’t feel any joy from it.

After I made my way upstairs, I stared at Harrison’s door for a long moment before entering my room.

I didn’t sleep well, angry and fitful that my sheets and blankets held Harrison’s lingering smell more strongly than I would’ve liked with him not around. I woke up several times in the middle of the night, and just stared at the ceiling, seeing how familiar it was, and wondering what kind of ceiling Harrison was staring up at at that very moment.

When I thought about it, though, I figured by now, with his military service, Harrison had slept in some pretty sticky situations already. I might get worked up about him spending a night in jail, but I bet it didn’t even make his list of top 10 worst places to sleep.Might even be more comfortable than his bunk at basic training.

I wondered what that kind of training and that kind of service did somebody. Anyone can endure a small amount of discomfort for a couple days, but when you go for years through that kind of stress, seeing combat, seeing all that death and destruction, it must do something to you. No wonder Harrison seemed so different now that he was back.

It was strange, but I thought that being in the military had somehow made Harrison a less violent and more controlled person. I got the sense from him that now he knew the destructive power that he wielded, both physically and otherwise, and was in a much better position to control himself, control his temper, and control how he treated other people.

I wondered how long it had taken him to learn those lessons in the service. On the one hand, I hope those lessons weren’t too difficult, but at the same time, a small part of me wanted him to pay for all the consternation and unhappiness he had caused me and our parents in the past.

I couldn’t escape it. I was mad at Harrison. Sure, he was different now, sure he was sexy and strong and gorgeous and nice and he made me feel wonderful things when he was around, but that couldn’t just erase all that we’ve been through before.

I turned this over and over in my mind until I finally fell asleep. When the sky brightened the next day, under heavy clouds and more snow, my eyes fluttered open, and I rolled around in bed trying to grasp few moments of extra sleep, to no avail.

Even more like a zombie in last night I shuffled around the house, making coffee, and turning on the heat before I froze to death. I longed for the warm blankets of my bed, but new that I wouldn’t find any more rest there today.

I turned on the news and watched the anchors drone on about bad things happening around the world while I drank my coffee and eight a croissant.

I couldn’t do this any longer. Harrison should never have been arrested. All he had done was try to defend me from a guy, a drunk guy, who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Yeah, maybe I had let him have a little too much too soon, but that was no excuse. What excuse had done was wrong, and Harrison was right to step in and save me.

But knowing Harrison, he wouldn’t tell them the whole story. He wouldn’t explain himself. Not to the police, not after all of his interactions with them over the years. He might be a different person now, but I had a good feeling that Harrison’s healthy disregard for law enforcement was strong as ever.

No, Harrison wouldn’t tell them anything, even to clear his name. He would sit in silence, maybe answer with a snarky remark, and dig himself an even deeper hole. And the police, good cop or no, would only be too happy to hand him a shovel. That’s what happened when you had a file that thick with the local police.

I had no idea what the police would do in response. I mean, from television I knew they had ways of trying to get people to talk, but this wasn’t so serious as all that, Was it? They weren’t in a put the screws to them or anything, were they?

I was getting in over my head, too many thoughts swirling around and nothing making any more sense. The only thing I knew, was that Harrison wouldn’t explain everything. He certainly wouldn’t tell them why he was following me, but even more close to the point than that, he wouldn’t tell them why he and Steve fought, and why Steve ended up in a mess next to his truck.

If Harrison wouldn’t explain himself, then I would be the one to explain to the police what happened. As soon as the thought occurred to me, I set up and turned off the television. I looked up at the clock, and saw that it was almost 10 in the morning.

I hurried upstairs, and took a shower as quickly as I could. After getting ready, I put on layers of warm clothing and made my way out of the house.

Destination: Summitville police station. If Harrison wouldn’t help himself, I would help him out this time. I owed him that much from what he had saved me from two nights earlier.

Plus, and I never thought I’d hear myself say or think this, I was actually starting to like him.

A lot.

Shudder.

Chapter 17 - The Station

 
I shivered as I stepped out the front door into the cold Sunday morning. The snow was still coming down, catching itself on my coat and scarf, and holding their for a few seconds before melting. If I stayed out like this for very long the little heat I was generating would soon drench me in formerly frozen snow.

I hurried over to my car, brushing the snow off the windshield with my gloved hand, and unlocking the door. Sitting inside it was no warmer than outside, given that the car had been out in the cold for almost 2 days.

When the engine turned over, I flicked on the windshield wipers, and they strained against the weight of the snow still left on the windshield. Once the heater started up in full blast and the snow began to melt outside, I turned on the lights and pulled out into the street.

Summitville was a sleepy town on the most busy of days, so a Sunday morning was even more empty. I spotted only a few people huddled in their warm overcoats, scarves, and hats, as they trudged their way through the thickening snow. Luckily, a truck had come by in the middle of the night and salted the roads, leaving them relatively free of snow. Still, I kept alert and focused on the road, not wanting to get into an accident even a little more than usual.

The main part of town held only a few city buildings like the fire station and police station, as well as the public school, library, a convenience store, and an old historic building or to. There were more people around here, most stopping in front of the convenience store to buy some last-minute things for the holidays. The library wasn’t open yet.

I pulled into the police station’s small parking lot and parked, the only car not owned by the police.I sat in the car for a couple minutes, gathering my thoughts, getting my story together, and working up the courage to get out. Not just to see the police, but to face the cold again.

I knew that trying to prepare for something like the cold, and the police, would make either of them worse, than just getting up and going after them. But at the same time, it felt like that extra couple minutes of preparation would come in handy.

I was wrong about that, at least with regards to the cold. Opening the door through a blast of frozen air at my face, and I very nearly closed the door again to take refuge in the warm cabin of the car. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay here forever; I had work to do, and Harrison needed the help of someone with a clearer mind, and more appreciation for the work the police did keeping people safe.

So I kept the door open, and got out of the car, Bracing myself against it as I looked back and forth. I wasn’t embarrassed about being here, and I didn’t even think anyone would recognize me, something made me check and see if anyone else was around, or watching.

They weren’t. I locked the door and made my way into the police station, hoping it would be warmer than outside. It must be, right? Even for a police station, full of hardened criminals, they had to at least have the heat on, right?

Thankfully, warm air escaping from the open doorway greeted me and pulled me in, inviting me inside with its promise of, you know, not killing me. I stepped up to the front desk, and spoke to the attending officer.

“I’d like to see, uhh, officer…” I started, before realizing I didn’t know his name. I fumbled around for a second, as the officer on duty watched me without saying a word. Finally, I remembered I had his card in my bag. I pulled it out after a few seconds of searching, and presented it. “Officer Stallman, please.”

The officer on duty was a young man, a few years older than me, with a curious look on his face mixed with boredom. I could understand, I had a hunch manning the front desk at a tiny town’s police station on a Sunday morning was not exactly his idea of an exciting time. Or anyone’s, for that matter. He seemed pleased that I actually knew who I wanted to speak to. “Officer Stallman? Just a moment. I’ll check to see if he’s around. What’s this in regards to?

I hesitated again, Turning my head back and forth to make sure no one else was within earshot, all of a sudden shy and embarrassed. “He,” I trailed off before finding myself, “he arrested my step brother last night.”

“Okay, you mean Harrison Troy, right?”

“Yes that’s the one. Harrison Troy. Is he still here?”

The officer looked down at his paperwork. “Yeah, Harrison Troy spent the night with us. He’s still here. Let me call Officer Stallman and he can come out and speak to you. Why don’t you have a seat?” with his eyes he indicated the bench near the doorway, off to one side.

I thanked him and went to sit down, sitting up straighter than I usually would.Police stations did weird things to people. I felt like acting more formal than usual.

After a couple minutes of staring at the wall in front of me, Officer Stalin came out, looking much like he did the night before at our house. “ Ms. Troy?”

I stood up, brushing my jacket down before meeting his gaze. “It’s… it’s Gold, actually. Laurel Gold.”

“Miss Gold, yes. You and Harrison Troy are… Stepsiblings?”

“That’s correct. If you still here? Can I see him?” I needed to make sure Harrison was okay.

“Yes, he’s still here. We’re talking to them now. He’s fine.” Officer Stallman sounded gruff, but reassuring at the same time. Of the three police officers I dealt with so far, he was definitely the one I enjoyed speaking to the most.

“Harrison didn’t do anything wrong on Friday night,” I blurted out, wanting to get right down to business and set the record straight.

Officer Stallman shifted back on 1 foot, his arms wrapping around his strong chest. “He’s not exactly making it easy for us, Miss Gold. He won’t say a word, or rather, nothing of substance. He’ll talk back and forth with us, make bad jokes, but when we try and ask him about Friday night he just clams up. He sits there with a smile on his face, saying nothing.”

I couldn’t help but smile, just a little bit. “That sounds like Harrison, all right. As soon as things get serious, as soon as there’s some authority around, you’ll close right up. I think he considers it his civic duty to resist talking to people like you.”

Now it was Officer Stallman’s turn to smile. “Well, with the size of the file we have on him in the back, I’m not too surprised at the attitude. But, this gold, he’s really not helping himself. The other party gave a very detailed statement about what happened, and we would really love to hear his side of the story. At least so we can figure out, or try to, figure out what really happened that night.”

“Can I help?”

Officer Stallman got serious. “Can you convince him to talk? Can you get him at least to tell us a little bit? We’re grasping at straws here.”

I shook my head. “No one can get Harrison to talk if he doesn’t want to. To our parents eternal consternation.”

Officer Stallman smiled ruefully. “I know the type. My son is just getting to that phase.”

“And Harrison never left it.”

“That bodes well for me, both at work today and till my son is 18.”

“You have a good way with people I think you’ll be OK.”

“Thanks. You mentioned helping, how do you think you can help? I’m open to anything at this point. I just want to get this thing squared away - I’m missing time with my family."