Lucky Harbor: At Last Part 31

What the h.e.l.l? Were all the females in his life crazy? "No," he said with a calm he didn't feel. "Why would I arrest you?"

"I don't know. Why would you command me to the parking lot?"

He rubbed the ache between his eyes with a finger. "Just come out to the d.a.m.n lot." He paused. "Please."

"That still needs work," she said, "but I'll be right there."

Amy walked out to the lot, not at all sure what to expect. It sure as h.e.l.l wasn't to find Riley in Matt's pa.s.senger seat. Amy had been sick with worry, but now a very bad feeling settled inside her to go with it. "You okay?" she asked the teen.

Riley nodded.

Matt had gotten out of the truck and gestured Amy to the back, where presumably he could speak without Riley overhearing. Amy knew whatever it was, she wasn't going to like it.

"Problem," Matt said.

Before Amy could respond, the pa.s.senger door opened, and Riley joined them, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in her front pockets. "It's me," she said, staring at her shoes. "I'm the problem."

Amy looked at Matt, then back at Riley, her heart pounding dully in her ears. "Tell me."

"He didn't already do that?" Riley asked. "Text you on the way over here and let you know what happened?"

"No," Amy said carefully. "Why would he do that?"

"Because you two are a thing."

"No, we're not," Amy said, not looking at Matt. "Tell me what's going on, Riley."

Riley blinked. "Wait-What do you mean you're not? You were." She divided a confused look between them, and when neither of them responded to her, she seemed to deflate even more. "Because of me?"

"No," Amy said, heart tight and heavy. "Now talk to me."

"I did it," Riley whispered. "I took the money."

Amy felt the words lance right through her. She made a low, involuntary sound of shock and denial, and Riley spoke quickly. "I was going to pay it back, I swear!"

Amy reached out and grabbed the side of the truck. "You took the money."

A big, silent presence at Amy's side, Matt opened the truck bed and gestured for her to sit on the tailgate, which she did, staring at Riley.

Riley sat next to her and focused straight ahead. "I only did it because I had to pay Troy back, or he wasn't ever going to leave me alone."

"Troy," Amy said quietly. "Your stepbrother?"

"Yes. Last year I had to change foster homes again. Troy was there. He said he'd be my brother."

"Being in the same foster home doesn't make him your brother in any sense of the word."

"I know," Riley said. "But he wanted to be related to someone. He called us brother and sister and said he'd take care of me. But then he..." She looked away. "He wanted payment. And not with money or anything."

Amy felt sick. She knew this story and knew the ending. "Oh, Riley." She hugged the girl, looking over her head to Matt.

He had his cop face on. No help there, which she could admit wasn't a surprise. She'd led him to believe she trusted him, and then she'd held back. Riley had held back. He had good reason to be quite over them both.

"What happened next?" Amy asked Riley.

"I turned eighteen and was released from the system." Her voice was m.u.f.fled since she had her face down, pressed into Amy's shoulder. "I left the house, but I needed money. Troy loaned me some. He said I had to pay it back, but I couldn't get a job. No one was hiring. So I had to borrow some more from him."

"Where was he getting his money?" Matt asked.

Riley lifted her head. "I don't know. Finally I got work at a fast food place, but it didn't pay enough for me to live and pay him back. He kept showing up and..." She closed her eyes. "The manager told him to leave me alone, and they fought. Troy broke the manager's nose, and the next day I got fired."

"Is that when you came to Lucky Harbor?" Matt asked.

She nodded. "I camped out, hoping Troy would forget about me. But he didn't. He found me, and he wanted money."

"So you stole it to give it to him," Matt said. "Instead of coming to me or Amy and telling us the problem."

Riley stared at him as if he'd grown a third eye. "You wouldn't have believed me." A tear slipped down her cheek, and she angrily swiped it away. "You don't even like me."

"Actually, I do like you," Matt said. "I like you a lot. You've got grit and determination. You were picking yourself up, dusting yourself off, and trying to make a go out of the cards you were dealt. I liked that a whole h.e.l.l of a lot, too. And for the record? I'd have believed you, Riley. Remember that for next time."

"But now... now you don't trust me."

"You've lied. And you're right, like you or not, I don't trust liars."

Amy flinched. Lost in her own misery, Riley crumpled. "I'm sorry," she said in a small, breathlessly rushed voice. "I thought I could do this and be free." She stared down at her shoes, but her words were directed at Amy. "I didn't mean to hurt you. You were the first person to ever believe in me, and if I could have, I'd have stayed forever. I'm really sorry."

"I know," Amy told her. "It's okay. I-"

"No, it's not okay." Riley swiped at her nose with her arm. "Because now I made you and Matt break up. I messed everything up. I always do."

"You are not responsible for me and Matt," Amy said fiercely, throat burning. "You're not taking the blame for that." That was all on her...

"But the money..." Riley whispered.

"That," Matt said, "you are going to take the blame for."

For Amy, it was a terrible, gut-wrenching dej vu. She'd always been the one to mess up. She was supposedly an adult now, but at the moment, watching Riley suffer through her own mistakes was bringing back those awful memories. Hardly able to breathe, she glanced at Matt.

Sympathy was the last thing she expected to see, but that's what was on his face. He let out a breath, the kind a very frustrated man lets out when he's been put in a bad situation by a female he cares about. And Amy's heart hurt even worse.

Riley pulled her knees up and dropped her head to them, hunched into herself on the tailgate next to Amy, her face covered by her hair. "Why couldn't you just let me go? I could have kept running. I could have-"

"No." Matt crouched at her side, waiting until she lifted her tear-stained face and looked at him. "Listen to me," he said. "You can get through this. You can get through anything and still make your life something. You hear me? All you have to do is want it bad enough. I believe in you, Riley. I believe you can do this, make this all okay."

Amy's heart rolled over and exposed its tender underbelly. She'd never seen anything quite so fierce and amazing as Matt telling Riley, a girl who'd done nothing but give him trouble, that he believed in her.

It gave her a terrible ache and miraculous hope at the same time.

Riley stared up at Matt, solemn, red eyed. And slowly nodded.

He gave her a nod right back, then rose to his full height and turned to Amy. "We need to go see Sawyer. It'll be up to Mallory and Jan if they want to press charges. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it."

Amy nodded and again hugged a trembling Riley, then watched her get back into Matt's truck like she was going to the guillotine. She got one last unreadable look from Matt, and then they were gone.

Amy swiped her nose and stood there in the lot and called Mallory. "I'm sorry, Mal. I have no right, but I'm going to ask you for a favor."

"Yes," Mallory said.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask."

"The answer's still yes."

Amy's throat burned. "That's like a blank check. Didn't anyone ever tell you to keep your guard up when someone's going to ask something of you?"

"That's the thing," Mallory said. "You're not supposed to have a guard with good friends."

Her heart swelled, feeling too big for her chest. "Dammit, Mallory."

"Part of the pact. Are you learning nothing from those good girl lessons?"

In spite of herself, Amy's eyes filled, and she sniffed. s.h.i.+t.

"Are you crying?" Mallory asked.

"No, I have something in my eye."

Mallory laughed. "You're such a cute sap. Who knew? What's the favor? Like I said, anything. Well, unless you want Ty. I'm afraid I can't share him. Not even for you, babe. He's all mine."

Amy choked out a laugh. "Keep him, you deserve him."

"I do." Mallory let out a dreamy sigh, then got to business. "Okay, so spit it out. I have to get to the clinic. I'm running a thing tonight."

"Riley stole your money," Amy said.

"I know."

"What? How do you know?"

"I might have been born here in Lucky Harbor," Mallory said, "but I wasn't born yesterday. What can I do to help Little Sticky Fingers? I'm thinking she had a d.a.m.n good reason for that level of desperation."

"She does," Amy said grimly. "Matt has the jar with the cash. He has Riley, too. They're heading to see Sawyer now."

"Oh, boy. Poor kid."

"I know..." Amy knew both Mallory and Jan had the right to press charges against Riley. Amy wouldn't interfere there, but she could try to soften Riley's way. "Do you think that if charges are pressed, you'd be willing to let her make rest.i.tution?"

"Absolutely," Mallory said. "And if you want it to be painful, I just opened a Parents' Night Out at the clinic. Starts tonight, in fact. Parents get to drop off their kids for a free night of babysitting. I'm short babysitters. Can't think of a more fitting punishment for a teenager to face than babysitting little kids, can you?"

Amy found a laugh in the day after all. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I do know it," Mallory said. "But I'll be sure to put out a press release."

Amy barely made it through the rest of her s.h.i.+ft. She played phone tag with both Matt and Sawyer, but didn't connect with either, until just as she was getting off work, Sawyer came by.

"Mallory didn't press charges," he told her. "Jan might have, but Matt managed to convince her that the girl would be paying rest.i.tution and making it right. I guess he called Mallory, who suggested Riley be forced to volunteer weekends at the health services clinic for the next three months."

Not for the first time that day, Amy felt swamped with love for Mallory. Rest.i.tution, and Riley would stay in Lucky Harbor for a while longer. "So where is Riley now?"

"Working her first s.h.i.+ft," he said. "I dropped her off with Mallory." He laughed ruefully. "I don't know who I feel more sorry for, Riley or the kids."

When he'd left, Amy looked down at her phone. No message from Matt. She supposed she hadn't expected one.

But she'd wanted one.

She drove to the HSC. Mallory met her in the foyer of the building, holding a Nerf bow-and-arrow set. "I'd hoped you'd show up-" She broke off to whirl around and shoot a soft Nerf at a boy tiptoeing up behind her. He had his own Nerf bow-and-arrow set slung over his shoulder, but Mallory was faster, and her arrow nailed him in the chest.

With a wide grin, he spun in dramatic, action-adventure fas.h.i.+on before throwing himself to the ground. He spasmed once, twice, and then a third time, drawing out his "death scene" by finally plopping back and lying still.

"Nice," Mallory told him. She looked at Amy. "You look like you need a brownie, bad."

"Or a hammer upside the head."

Mallory's eyes filled with sympathy. "Aw, look at you, showing all your feelings. No more good girl lessons for you. You've graduated. I'm so proud."

Grace popped her head out of one of the rooms. "The babies," she declared with exhaustion, "are asleep. They all zonked out like a charm."

"Maybe you should get a job as a nanny," Mallory suggested, loading another arrow as she eyed the hallway with a narrowed eye.

But the boy who'd come around the corner was already locked and loaded and got her in the arm. She sighed. "Hit," she said, and lay down on the floor.

"You're supposed to fall," the boy complained, looking greatly disappointed.

Grace continued the conversation through this chaos as if Mallory weren't p.r.o.ne on the floor. "There's not enough money in the world for me to take a nanny job. Are you kidding? Me and kids do not mix." She grabbed Mallory's bow and arrows and shot a second kid busily sneaking into the foyer. "Hey, Amy," she said as three more boys appeared. "You going to pitch in or what?"

"She came to check on Riley," Mallory said, sitting up.

"Hey," the first boy said. "You're supposed to stay dead."

"If I stay dead, who'll hand out snacks?"

The boy thought about this for a moment and nodded. "Plus, now I can shoot you again."

"Not if I shoot you first," Mallory said, making him laugh and run off. She stood and brushed herself off. "Riley's doing okay," she said to Amy. "She's quiet, reflective I think, but okay."

Relief filled Amy. "I'm so sorry about the money."

"We did this already. You didn't take it."