Wyne and Song (15 page)

Keiffer.

The way he slammed the trunk and stood staring at the resort, shoulders hunched, gaze wistful and haunted, sent chills skittering down her spine.

W
hy didn’t Jill mention he was leaving today?

Phoebe watched as the youngest Wyne brother pulled out his phone as if to text, his fingers hovering over the screen, and that’s when she knew. He hadn’t told a soul. He was cutting out.

In all her twenty-nine and a half years, Phoebe had never interfered in someone’s life. She’d learned long ago everyone had their crosses to bear, and if you laid your problems on the curb and had the choice to take anyone else’s trouble, you’d grab your own back.

But she was interfering now.

She had no intentions of stopping the guy, Lord knew he had his own demons to face in his own way, but she’d be damned if she stood by and let him sneak away without telling his father and brothers goodbye to their faces. Especially, Ethan.

It was bad enough he was leaving without seeing Tyler. She couldn’t help that, but she could do something about his other loved ones.

Changing direction, she strode straight for the Charger and squared her shoulders. “Keiffer.”

He stiffened, then slowly turned to face her. “Hi, Phoebe. Ethan’s on a hike around the lake. He won’t be done for another hour yet.”

“Then you should probably go inside and wait for him,” she said calmer than she felt, her heart hammering out a desperate tune.

His brown gaze narrowed and chin lifted slightly. “It’s better this way.”

“For whom? You, yes. And no, don’t worry, I’m not going to try to stop you.” She held up her hands and shook her head. “Your leaving is going to hurt your family. They love you. Don’t make it worse by leaving without saying goodbye. They deserve better.”

“They’ll try to make me stay, and I can’t, Phoebe. I won’t.” He shook his head. In fact, his whole body was shaking.

She wanted to put a reassuring hand on him, but knew better than to touch him. He was borderline unstable. “You Wynes are a lot of things. Stubborn, handsome, great dancers, but above all, you’re supportive. Sure your family will try to talk you out of leaving, but they would never make you stay.”

After a moment, he gave a slight nod.

“Leave your belongings where they are.” She patted his trunk. “And go sit inside and wait for Ethan. He deserves a goodbye. They all do. When is Mason due in?”

“Around the same time.”

She held his gaze. “Ben is back in town.”

He nodded.

“You did a great thing, giving your brother a happy wedding.”

He shrugged, and her heart cracked open, knowing he was hurting, that there were things he felt and things he didn’t feel. And God, she wanted to hug him, make it better.

She’d never felt so helpless.

“I couldn’t do it while Tyler was here.”

He surprised her with the admission, and she swallowed past her hot throat. “He’s not going to take this well, Keiffer. He’s young. He won’t understand. Will probably even think it was his fault.”

“No! God, no. Of course it’s not.”

“Oh, hun, I know that. But he won’t.” She stepped close. “I know this is hard, but he needs to know. You need to tell Tyler, to reassure him that this has nothing to do with him.”

“I tried to call him, but I couldn’t. It’s not going to happen.”

“There’s pen and paper inside. Write him a quick letter and leave it here for him when he gets back. Just a few lines, please, Keiffer.” A lone tear slid down her face, her heart aching for them both. “He’s just a little boy. Tell him it’s not his fault and that you love him. Please. You can do that while you wait for your brothers.”

He blew out a breath and nodded. “Okay.”

She wanted to weep from relief, and sadness, and the grief she knew he and his family were about to endure. But she kept it together. For him. She straightened from the car, still fighting her urge to hug him.

“Phoebe?” His voice was low.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come wait with me? I can’t guarantee I’d stay, otherwise.”

Touched beyond words, she nodded, and taking a chance, she reached for his hand and squeezed.

He squeezed back.

And that single show of emotion fortified her resolve to help him see this through.

T
oday was the day.

The instant Ethan stepped inside the sliding doors, he knew. Before he saw his family sitting in the kitchen. Before he saw the sadness and anger and confusion on everyone’s faces. He knew.

Today was the day Keiffer was leaving.

Ben was pissed, Mason was confused, Lea and Jill were upset, silent tears rolling down their faces, Dad was hurting, and Keiffer was resolute.

So, he forced air in and out of his tight chest as he walked through the silent crowd to stand in front of his troubled brother.

“Leaving?”

Keiffer nodded. “Don’t try to s—”

He held up his hand and shook his head. “I’m not. You’ve had your mind made up awhile now.”

Again his brother nodded.

“I think it’s a good idea.”

Ben cursed and stepped close. “How the hell could you say that, Ethan? He’s our brother. He should stay with family.”

He could feel Keiffer stiffen up. Feel fury emanating ready to burst like a solar flare. So he turned to Ben, placing himself between the two. “Don’t you see? We’re half the problem. It’s because we’re family. He stayed this long because of us, but this place is killing him. The memories,” as he spoke, he realized the truth in his words.

“I’ve got to get away from it, Ben,” Keiffer spoke up. “I can’t walk in here, or down the street, or in the armory, the woods, the fucking post office. All of it. He’s everywhere, and everywhere he is…so is the image of his dead body. I’ve got to leave it behind, man. I’ve got to leave it behind…”

Ben stepped around him to pull Keiffer in for a hug. “Okay. Okay. I get it. You have to do what’s best for you. Not worry about us. But, you’re my brother and I love you.”

“I love you, too, and you of all people shouldn’t worry about me leaving. If I’m in trouble, hell, you’ll know before me with that hoodoo thing you have.” Keiffer actually smiled as he pulled back. “That’s what brought you here today, remember?”

“It was?” Ethan asked, bouncing his gaze between the two. He’d just assumed Keiffer had called a family meeting.

Their youngest brother nodded. “Yeah, he must’ve had a vision of me leaving or something because he showed up while I was talking to Phoebe in the parking lot.”

“Phoebe was here?” His mind was too numb to know what to do with that information.

Keiffer dropped his head and stared at his boots. “Yeah, she caught me trying to sneak off, made me promise to say my goodbyes to all of you in person. She was going to stay with me until someone came home.”

The bands around Ethan’s chest squeezed so tight he coughed. Keiffer had been ready to cut and run?

If it hadn’t been for Phoebe…

“Here.” Keiffer handed him an envelope with Tyler’s name on it. “Give this to him when he gets back. I tried to call but…” He paused to clear his throat. “But I couldn’t. Phoebe insisted I write him a note so he didn’t think I left because of him. She’s a good woman, Ethan.”

He nodded, taking the note to place it on top of the fridge. He couldn’t think about her right now. Hell, he was barely holding it together. Trying to get through this, get them all through this.

Turning around, he pulled his brother in for a hug, his heart breaking. Life was never going to be the same again. Once Keiffer left, he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. If ever. Ethan knew this with utter certainty. It had taken Ben thirteen years to be able to step foot in New York City since the towers fell. He didn’t see Keiffer returning for years.

When he released him, Mason was waiting, and soon everyone took turns saying goodbye. Ethan opened the fridge, grabbed a six-pack and a bottle of water, set them on the table, then opened a beer.

His dad was last to hug Keiffer, and he appeared to age in front of Ethan’s eyes. That about killed Ethan.

He cleared his throat. “Let’s raise our bottles,” he said, holding up his drink, waiting while everyone did the same and the youngest brother took the bottle of water. “To Keiffer. May you find peace.” They clinked bottles and drank.

His dad held up his bottle. “To Keiffer. Not all Wynes need to stay close to the vine. Good luck starting your own vineyard.”

Throat’s cleared, bottles clanked, and beer was swallowed. Several more toasts were made, and the mood lightened a little.

“Only Ethan would toast a Wyne with a beer,” his dad said, and they all laughed.

“Ben would,” Lea said.

Her husband laughed. “True.”

“Any idea where you’re heading?” Mason asked.

Keiffer shook his head. “No. Just out of the northeast. Away from woods and mountains.”

For the next half-hour, they reminisced, shared laughter, shed a few tears. Made the best of the impromptu going away party. Ethan didn’t kid himself, his brother had a long road ahead of him, and many challenges to face and overcome. It sucked that he couldn’t be there for him, couldn’t have his back as he had since his brother’s birth.

But he now understood. The best way for Keiffer to begin healing was to leave. It wasn’t running away. It was running to life.

Ethan questioned his own philosophy. By shielding his son from pain, was he using that as an excuse to run from life?

F
or the first time in her career, Phoebe left the theater right after her second performance, only stopping long enough to slip into her halter sundress. She didn’t remove makeup, or pins from her hair, or stop to sign autographs. All afternoon and evening, her mind had been on Ethan. Even when she’d given the two young girls a backstage tour after the first show. She wished she could’ve used the understudy today, because if ever there was a day she needed to take off, it was today.

But there was only one understudy for the two female leads, and the sweet woman was already filling in the other role because the actress’s daughter was in labor. So, she hadn’t.
The show must go on.
But today, that sucked. Ethan needed her. She knew it. She could feel it to her very soul. And there hadn’t been a damn thing she could do.

So, she said her lines, sang her songs, danced her dances, while her heart had been with Ethan, willing him to get through the day. By the time she pulled up in front of the resort, the sun had set an hour ago.

She got out of her car, and walking past the spot where Keiffer’s Charger had sat earlier, her body experienced a chill despite the humidity clinging to her skin. With her mind on Ethan, and hoping he’d let her in…and not just his front door, she headed straight for that door texting Jill that she had arrived, having already planned ahead.

All day, her friends had kept Phoebe informed of what transpired with Keiffer. Bless him, he’d stayed to tell his family goodbye, and hadn’t gotten into a fist fight with Ben, although it had been close. She’d hesitated leaving him when Ben and Lea had arrived, both men had their backs up, their fists clenched, but Lea had assured her they’d be okay.

Her heart was hammering by the time she knocked on the family’s door. It immediately swung open and Jill and Mason greeted her.

“Come in.” Her friend stepped back to allow her to enter the common area. “How were the shows?”

“Long. Too damn long today,” she replied, glancing from face to face. “How is he?”

Mason lifted a shoulder. “You know Ethan, tries to put up a front, keep everyone from falling apart. He appears fine, but he’s hurting like the rest of us.”

That’s what she expected. “The rock.”

“Yep.” He nodded, leading them down the hall to the quiet living room. “After Keiffer left, Ethan disappeared on the mountain for a few hours. When he came home, he lit the fire pit and made a batch of s’mores.”

Jill wrapped her arm around Mason and he pulled her in close to his side. “We joined him, until he called it a night a half-hour ago.”

Phoebe stepped forward to give them a group hug. “How are you both doing?”

“We’ll get through it,” Mason replied, enough conviction in his tone to make her believe him. “We know this is best for Keiffer. It’s what he needs. Just like you’re what’s best for Ethan. You’re what he needs.”

She had no idea how to reply to that so she didn’t.

“The door to his townhouse is up the stairs and to the right,” he informed, nodding to the staircase behind her.

Jill grabbed her hand and squeezed. “Good luck.”

She squeezed back, then released her friend to start climbing the stairs, her insides jittery, her mind filled with doubt.

What if he didn’t answer? What if he told her to go?

Reaching the top, she glanced down, noting Jill’s thumbs up and Mason’s nod. She nodded back, then pivoted around, observing photos lining the walls before she turned to the right and strode to the lone door.

Steeling courage, she knocked three times, her heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear the sound of her knuckles wrapping on his door.