07 It Had to Be You Read online

  “Stuff for s’mores?” Amy asked.

  “Of course. Here—” Callie started flipping through her purse while Amy scribbled on the list. “I’ll give you some cash.” She looked into her empty wallet. She’d taken sixty bucks out of the bank machine the night she’d gone out to dinner with Michael, and hadn’t spent a penny of it, but it was gone.

  “What’s the matter?” Amy had stopped writing and was staring at her.

  Callie stared back. Not a single sign of guilt, and then Callie felt her own guilt for even looking for it.

  Amy went stiff, then backed up a step. “You’re missing money.”

  “I’m not sure.” She shook her head. “No, I can’t be.” She forced a smile. “I’m just going senile. I misplaced it or something.” Before Amy could question that, Callie made up an excuse about needing to get outside, and made her escape.

  Eddie was coaxing a few of the cheerleaders into getting eggs from the hens. They were laughing and having a great time by the looks of it. Tucker had talked a few others into milking their two milk cows, which was also causing great amusement.

  Stone and Jake were painting the shed, Jake using his left hand, the two of them egged on by yet another set of cheerleaders. She was glad to see Stone smiling. She knew he’d stayed out all night, staggering in at dawn that morning looking quite hungover. He looked fine now, thankfully.

  So did Jake, in his jeans and T-shirt stretched taut across the muscles of his back as he worked. Callie had figured she’d come out here and tell him about the money missing from her wallet, but something held her back. A tall blonde something named Cici. She hated herself for the weakness of caring, for the stupid jealousy, but that didn’t change a thing.

  Callie didn’t have any hold on him, and she didn’t want one—or so she’d told herself a million times. They hadn’t spoken directly to each other in days, and she decided to keep it that way, especially since as of right now, men were the bane of her existence.

  By nightfall, they had a bonfire going despite a steady wind, and were all working on making their guests’ last night a smash hit. It was an organized chaos, with the cheerleaders wandering around, drinks in hand, flirting with the guys, and the guys each handling their responsibilities and enjoying themselves as well.

  Vicki finally realized she was beating a dead horse when it came to chasing Jake, and adjusted her mission to Eddie. She had her hands all over him, laughing in apology when she accidentally dumped the contents of his denim jacket pocket to the ground. Lighter, keys, and three folded twenties scattered at their feet.

  Three twenties, like the three twenties Callie was missing. Callie stared at him, but he laughed and scooped everything back up without one sign of distress or nerves, and she forced herself to relax. Eddie would never steal from her. None of them would. She hated that she’d even thought it.

  The wind cut through her and she moved closer to the fire for the warmth. She tried to enjoy herself, but she was tired and her heart felt heavy. She looked around the fire to make sure everyone was having a good time, and realized one thing they’d forgotten—the long fire pokers they used to toast the marshmallows for the s’mores. “I’ll be right back,” she told Stone, and headed in the dark toward the newly painted shed, where they kept the bonfire supplies.

  Pulling her pen-sized flashlight from her pocket, she turned it on and put it between her teeth, freeing her hands to open the door.

  She stepped inside and was immediately hit by the fumes. Her boot connected with a can and she looked down. Paint cans, paint brushes sitting in trays, rags, all the supplies they’d used had been hastily stored here. She remembered rushing Stone through his cleanup a couple of hours ago and sighed. “Damn it, Stone.”

  Suddenly the shed door shut behind her, and she jerked in surprise, dropping her flashlight. The wind. In the pitch black, she whirled around to open the door again, but it wouldn’t budge. “No!” Paint vapors invading her lungs, she bent to feel around for the flashlight, grateful when her fingers closed over it and the thing clicked on again. Standing up, she reached for the overhead light. As it clicked on, she weaved, dizzy now. The fumes were bad. She put her fist to the door, pounding as hard as she could. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

  It was useless and she knew it. She was a good hundred yards away from the bonfire, and with the wind kicking up, the sounds of the crackling fire and all the talking, no one could possibly hear her. She moved around the small space, looking for something to hit the door with, something to make a loud noise. She tried a broom, then the handle of a paintbrush. Nothing worked, and feeling sick, she sank to her knees. The wind whistled through a few cracks, but she also thought she heard something else. Footsteps? What if it hadn’t been the wind to shut her in here? Her heart kicked it up a notch. Was that someone outside right this minute, listening to her scream?

  Which begged the next question. How long she could stand here before her crew realized she was missing? Or before she suffocated? “They’ll come,” she told herself, and leaned back against the door. Any second now. She closed her eyes to wait…

  Only to gasp in surprise when the door jerked opened behind her, spilling her outside and into a pair of strong, warm arms. Jake’s. “Callie!”

  Other voices crowded close, too. “Let me see her—”

  “What’s the matter with her?”

  “—My God, the fumes—Is she breathing?”

  Callie’s head swam with both the fumes and the voices of all the people in her life. Tucker, Stone, Eddie, Lou and Marge. Michael, too. When had he come?

  “Let me take her.” That was him, full of fear.

  “I’ve got her.” This was Jake again, and his arms tightened on her. “Callie?”

  She opened her eyes, and found herself on the ground in his lap, cradled to his chest, the faces of the rest of her crew so close that she had to blink to put them in focus.

  “You rescued me again,” she whispered to Jake. Her throat hurt. “Damn it.”

  “What the hell were you doing in there?”

  “I think the wind slammed the door shut on me. I couldn’t breathe.”

  “Of course not,” Jake said fiercely. “Some idiot put all the paint supplies in there.”

  Everyone turned to look at Stone. He seemed horrified. “We were in a hurry, I didn’t think—”

  “Didn’t think? Or couldn’t?” Michael snapped. “Were you drinking?”

  “No.”

  “I saw you,” Tucker said quietly.

  “Yes, but that was after,” Stone said faintly. “We all had a beer…” He looked around at each of them. “I wasn’t drinking this afternoon when I put the stuff in there, I swear!”

  “We’re just lucky the shed didn’t burst into flames,” Jake said. “Callie, why didn’t you yell for us?”

  “I did! I was screaming my head off for all of you.”

  Jake’s hands tightened on her, his eyes never left her face. “We didn’t hear you, everything was so noisy.”

  She tried to get up but he was holding her with a gentle grip of steel and he wouldn’t let her go, even when she knew she had to be hurting him. “Jake—”

  “Another minute,” he murmured, hugging her. “Give yourself another minute.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Then give me another minute.”

  “Give us all one.” Eddie sat back on his heels, swiping at his forehead with his arm as he eyed his brother in concern. “My God.”

  Tucker touched Callie’s face. “She’s okay.”

  “We’re calling the sheriff,” Michael said. “No one touch that latch, we’re fingerprinting it.”

  “All of us have touched that latch,” Callie said. “And I don’t want to scare the guests.”

  “Stone and Eddie, maybe you should go check on the fire,” Jake said. “Tucker—”

  “Yeah.” Tucker surged to his feet, not arguing with him for once. “I’ll check the guests.” He touched Callie’s face again and th