HER CALLAHAN FAMILY MAN (19 page)
“Pete,” Elissa called from in front of her house. “Can you help me get the garage door up?”
With the power out, the garage door opener wasn’t going to do her any good. He closed the distance and stepped inside the dark interior of the garage. Elissa held a flashlight for him as he opened the door manually.
“You all be careful,” Verona said as Elissa and Pete got into Elissa’s SUV.
Elissa started the engine and backed out, steering toward the far edge of her driveway to avoid the back end of his upturned patrol car.
“I’ll send someone over here to get that out of your yard as soon as I can.”
“Don’t worry about that now,” she said. “It’s the least of our concerns.”
He deliberately didn’t look at what little was left of his home as she drove by. When she stopped at the end of the street, Elissa didn’t immediately turn right toward downtown. When he glanced at her, she was staring into the darkness to the left.
“I didn’t even think about the nursery until just now,” she said. “I need to go check if there’s any damage.”
“Wait until in the morning. More than likely the power is out there, too.”
For a moment, he thought she might actually turn that direction. But after a couple of beats, she turned right and drove him to the sheriff’s department. They must have the generator going because lights shone in the windows. Elissa waited until one of the electric co-op’s bucket trucks went by before she turned into the parking lot.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said as he opened the passenger-side door.
“Be careful if you have to go out, okay?”
He nodded, thankful at least that he had good friends if nothing else.
It wasn’t until he walked through the front door that it dawned on him that he was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and the old sneakers he kept in the storm shelter just in case something like tonight happened. His uniforms were probably scattered over half the county. It was doubtful his boots had ended up in the same place, and for all he knew his Stetson was impaled on some bull’s horn.
“Been trying to call you.” Sheriff Simon Teague gave Pete an odd look, probably because of what he was wearing. Or not wearing.
“Pretty sure my phone flew off with the rest of my house.”
“What?” asked Keri, Simon’s wife, who’d just hung up the phone.
“My house took a direct hit.”
“God, Pete, are you okay?” Keri stood, as if she might check him over head to foot for injuries.
“Yeah. I made it to the storm shelter, barely.” He’d almost not been able to pull the door closed, and as soon as he did he’d heard heavy debris hitting the outside as if trying its best to get inside.
“How bad is it?” Simon asked.
“There’s nothing left but the foundation and broken timber.” He ran his hand back through his hair, feeling half-naked without his hat. “And my patrol car is upside down in Elissa and Verona’s front yard.”
“Are they okay?”
Pete nodded. “Elissa gave me a ride over here. They’ve got a tree in their living room window, but that was the only thing I could see in the dark.” He glanced toward the 911 dispatch room. Anne Marie Wallace and Sierra Mitchell were answering calls as fast as they could. “How bad is everything else?”
Simon’s single curse word was enough to let him know they had a long night ahead of them. Which was good because he wasn’t quite ready to think about all he’d lost and where the hell he was going to live now.
Copyright © 2014 by Trish Milburn
ISBN-13: 9781460324486
HER CALLAHAN FAMILY MAN
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