The Westmoreland Legacy

“That’s understandable,” Viper said.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Calm down, Mac,” Bane warned.

Now they were the ones telling him to calm down. “I am calm. I haven’t hit anything yet.”

“And you won’t. Listen to what Teri has to say. She must have had a good reason for taking off and leaving the kids with your folks,” Coop was saying.

“Yes, and try to be understanding, no matter the reason,” Viper suggested.

“And another thing,” Flipper, the most recently married one of the team, spoke up to say, but Mac stopped him.

“Hold up. I don’t need you guys giving me marital advice. I’ve been married a lot longer than any of you.”

“That might be true, but you have a tendency to act like an ass at times, like you know everything,” Coop said. “We’ve been gone awhile. Eight months, twelve days and fifteen hours to be exact. Show your woman how much you miss her, love her and appreciate her.”

Mac shook his head. “Like I said, guys, I don’t need your advice. I know how to handle my business.”

“Your way of handling things doesn’t work all the time, Mac,” Viper said. “That’s all we’re saying.”

Mac rubbed the back of his neck and felt a tension headache coming on. He never got headaches. “Duly noted. Now, goodbye.”

“Hey, call us later to let us know things are okay,” Bane said.

Mac rolled his eyes. “I’ll think about it.” He then clicked off the phone.

* * *

Teri had returned to the cabin after her morning ride and was about to go into the kitchen to prepare something to eat for breakfast when she noticed the blinking light on the cabin’s telephone. She thought about ignoring it, thinking it was probably the resort manager giving her a rundown of that day’s activities. However, she felt compelled to answer it anyway. Her cell phone was out of range and wasn’t working. What if it was her in-laws trying to reach her?

Moving quickly to the phone, she picked it up to retrieve the message. “Ms. McRoy, this is Harold at the front desk. Please call me as soon as you get this message.”

Teri pressed the number seven and Harold picked up immediately. “Harold, you called. Is something wrong?”

“No, ma’am. There’s a man here who says he’s your husband and has asked for a key to your cabin. Company policy restricts us from doing that. Said his name is Thurston McRoy.”

Teri’s heart suddenly began pounding hard in her chest. Mac was here? She drew in a deep breath. He must have returned and found she’d left and her in-laws had told him where she was? Had they also told him why she’d taken off? Did he know—

“Ms. McRoy? Is it okay to give him a key with directions on how to get to your cabin?”

She swallowed. “Is he there? If so, please let me talk with him.”

“No, he’s not here inside. He stepped outside.”

Probably to cool off, she thought. Coming home and finding her gone had probably pissed him off. Coming after her would have made him angrier. Then being denied access to her cabin would have made the situation even worse.

“I can go outside and get him if you need to talk to him.”

She drew in a deep breath. Knowing Mac, she figured that would agitate him even more. “No, that’s not necessary. Please give him a key and directions on how to get here.”

“Okay, I will.”

When Teri hung up the phone, she drew in a deep breath.

She wouldn’t have those additional three days alone here after all.

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