Kate was dazed but she was smaller than Jack and not hindered by a cast. She slipped in front of him to reach Sara’s door first.
But her aunt was already out—and she looked as angry as Jack did.
“You were going to leave me out of all of it,” she yelled at him.
He backed out of the bushes but his face was still like the person Kate had never seen before. “You’re damn right I was! Flynn wants us to stay out of this. You—”
“If you say I’m too old for this, I’ll hit you. I’ll—” She gritted her teeth; her fists were clenched. “You wereleavingme!”
The agony in her voice went right through Kate. She put her arm around her aunt’s shoulders and began pulling her toward the road. As they passed Jack, she looked at him. “If you act like Roy Wyatt, we’re going to treat you like him. Get it together!”
She escorted Sara across the road to a little clearing and helped her sit down.
The truck was nearby, turned around, and headed in the opposite direction they’d been going. There were skid marks on the pavement and a headlight was broken. The big palm was jammed against the side of the old truck. Another inch and they would have hit it hard.
Kate got three bottles of water out of the back, handed one to Sara and kept the other two. Sara was shaking so badly Kate had to open the bottle for her.
It was minutes later before Jack appeared with his single crutch. Pausing, he looked both ways before crossing the road, then dropped to the ground beside Sara.
Kate, still standing, opened a bottle of water and handed it to him. He drained half of it. As she stood there, looking down at both of them, waiting for them to start making amends, she realized she was furious. How close it had come to all of them being killed! It didn’t take words to know that they were all thinking of Evan’s recent death.
“You don’t need me,” Sara whispered.
Jack reached out an arm and pulled her to him so her head was on his shoulder. “Not true. We can’t do without you.”
Kate sat down on the other side of Sara and kept her mouth shut. This was Jack’s bad and he needed to fix it.
“I saw what Flynn did with the purse,” Sara said. “And you two went to the grocery to talk. I knew what was going on. You think I’m too old and fragile for this. But then, people think that old equals senile. I get asked if I’m ‘afraid’ to sit up without help. If I forget where I put something, I’m told I’m probably in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. It’s as though my age is all that’s left of me. Nothing I’ve learned in my life counts. Justage.”
“It was all my fault,” Jack said. “I didn’t see the stop sign, and I’m the one who didn’t want you to go with us. But to be fair, I wanted to leave Red out, too. I thought I could do everything alone.”
Kate kept looking ahead, saying nothing.
“Okay,” Jack said. “New rules. We’re in this together. We’re stronger as a threesome.”
He was still holding Sara against him, his face hidden from hers.
Turning, Kate looked at him. His voice sounded strong, but she saw how pale he was, and his eyes were full of fear of what had almost happened.
She stood up. As always, she wanted to lighten the misery. “I’m going to get the MINI out of the bushes before an alligator crawls inside and eats the seats.”
Jack nodded thanks and put both his arms around Sara. Neither of them had recovered.
It took Kate a while to get the car back onto the road. A side mirror was broken and there was some paint damage, but the car was drivable. She pulled it off to the side, fairly well concealed, and safe from traffic.
She locked the car, then went across the road to Jack’s truck. He and Sara were still there, clinging to each other, but they looked better.
She needed to move the truck to the side. When Kate got behind the wheel, her hands were shaking. She put her head down on the steering wheel. She’d never been in a car accident before and the terror she’d felt had drained her of energy.
“Out,” Jack said softly. He was standing in the open door, looking at her. Kate sat upright.
“I need to move the truck. I should...” Tears were starting. Jack opened his arms to her and she fell into them.
“I was really, really, really scared.”
“I know.” He stroked her hair. “It was all my fault. I’m sorry I got so mad.”
“You were ugly-mad.” She hiccupped.
