Lucky Streak (Lucky 2)

“Don’t ask,” Mike muttered.

Amber was right about Edward needing help. This kind of behavior couldn’t continue.

For now, though, he was worried about his cousin. “What are you doing here back in the States? Aren’t you supposed to be overseas training or qualifying or something?” His cousin was a United States snowboarding champion, headed to the next Olympics and destined for gold.

“I take it you haven’t heard the news?” Jason asked.

“Apparently not. What’s going on?”

Jason groaned and ran a hand through his long hair. “I tested positive for steroids at the World Championships. I probably won’t even be eligible to qualify for next year’s Olympics.”

Mike stared at his cousin, certain he’d heard wrong. “You don’t do drugs. How did this happen?”

“Thank you!” He swung his arm in the air in victory. “If only everyone else had trusted me the same way, we wouldn’t be having this conversation here.” He pointed to the dirt floor.

“What’s going on in there?” Edward called, interrupting.

“Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a second,” Mike yelled back and turned to Jason again. “Go on.”

“I got suckered by a woman I thought I could trust. I was set up.” His voice held all the exasperation he must be feeling.

“You fell in love, didn’t you?” Edward leaped in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere. “Didn’t you learn nothing from me? Your father? Your uncle? No, you let the curse get the best of you, too.” He asked and answered his own question in the voice of a raving man.

“You’re still sneaking up on people, I see. Hello, Uncle Edward. Where’s your pet skunk?” Jason asked, ignoring the subject of the curse like all good Corwin men.

“Outside with that crazy woman,” Edward said.

“What crazy woman?” Jason asked.

Mike inhaled, the musty scent of his surroundings suddenly becoming more than he could take. “Let’s move this outside.”

“Can we go into the house?” Jason asked. “I’ve got the press stalking me. My father’s home is the first place they’ll look. So I thought I’d stay with Uncle Edward. Nobody would think to look for me here.”

Apparently Jason had come up with the same solution Mike had for Amber, which in Mike’s opinion, made this place a less appealing hideout for both of them.

“I’ve got more company than I know what to do with. All uninvited, I might add,” Edward piped in. Mike didn’t need to see his father’s face to know he scowled as he spoke.

Jason cleared his throat, an unspoken request for an explanation.

“It’s a long story,” Mike told his cousin. “And when you walk out the door you’re going to meet those visitors. But don’t worry. We’ll keep your presence under wraps.”

Mike’s cell phone vibrated in his back pocket. A quick check told him it was a Texas number.

The P.I.

The man’s timing sucked, Mike thought. He let the message go to voice mail, planning to deal with it as soon as possible.

As they stepped into the sunlight, a scene of chaos unfolded. Clara held the skunk and chided Edward, while Amber and Gabrielle surrounded Mike and Jason, demanding answers and introductions. Derek, arms folded across his chest, could only watch in horrified fascination.

“Quiet!” Mike finally yelled, silencing everyone.

All eyes locked on him.

“We need to take this inside. Now.” His voice was a command and everyone followed him up the grass, through the back door.

But there was no escaping the fact that something needed to change. His father’s once-quiet house had turned into a refuge for people running from their troubles. Edward couldn’t handle it and since Mike had helped cause the problems, it was up to him to find to find a way out of this mess. God help him.

AS AMBER WATCHED Mike handle his family, she learned more about her husband. Like her, he was a people person. He knew what made each person tick and how to give them what they needed to calm them down.