His day went from promising to crap in seconds flat. He opened his car door anyway, intending to appear rushed and annoyed. Which he was, as his parents climbed out of their car.
"Hello, Mom. Dad." He propped his arm on the window and waited for them to come to him. He'd been dodging their calls and expecting this visit since the vandalism at the lodge hit the local news.
"Hello, Brandon." Estelle stepped forward Vaughn's father at her side, and an awkward silent followed.
"How'd you find me here?" Vaughn finally asked.
"According to most everyone in town, if you aren't home and you aren't at the lodge, you're on the field coaching misfits," Theodore said.
"I doubt those were anyone's words but yours. Vaughn muttered. "But the point is the same. Everyone in town knows where your son is except you."
"Brandon, Theodore, please, don't do this," Estelle said, interjecting between them. "We came have a pleasant conversation."
"Which we tried to do on the phone except you've been ignoring our calls," his father added.
Vaughn pinched his forehead between his fingers "I've been busy."
"Trying to get that godforsaken lodge up and running. We know." Theodore waved a hand dismissively. "Why coach here for nothing when you could have a prestigious job at the college?" his father asked.
Surprisingly his mother shot Theodore an annoyed look. Standing up for Vaughn? Doubtful.
"Brandon, the publicity surrounding this venture is all negative." His mother shook her head. "Your father and I only want what's best for us all. Take the coaching job and let this pie-in-the-sky dream go."
She reached out to touch his arm, but he stepped out of reach, the back of his legs hitting the inside of the car. "The lodge is my dream," he said through clenched teeth. "Just like pro football was my dream. But my dreams don't mean anything to either one of you. Only Dad's dreams do." He shook his head in frustration. "I'm not taking the damn coaching job and Dad can just tell the board that I said to shove it. You're both just going to have to deal with that."
"I told you this trip would be a waste of our time," Theodore said to Estelle.
She shot him a pleading glance and for the first time he saw a glimpse of a caring woman. Too bad the caring was all about them. And they excluded their only son.
He watched them walk back to their car and drive away.
Settled in his vehicle, he slammed a hand against the steering wheel, his parents disapproving faces in front of him. They never gave their support, he knew they never would and yet he wished for it anyway. Like a kid in a candy store, they reduced him to a needy state and he frigging hated how it made him feel.
He shifted in his seat and got stabbed in the gut.
He couldn't help but grin as he pulled Annabelle forgotten note out of his pants. He shook his head laughing, his mood immediately lightening. Leave| to Annabelle to come up with such a unique method of delivery.
He unfolded the paper and read her hastily written words. "Peace, quiet and space. Meet me at the lodge for all three and more. A.
Her timing was impeccable, he thought. She seemed to know what he needed even before he did. And tonight he needed her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
VAUGHN DIDN'T KNOW what Annabelle had planned for tonight but his adrenaline was pumping big-time anyway. He'd returned home, showered and now he was heading for the lodge. He walked out of his bedroom and found Yank waiting for him, suitcase in hand.
"You're leaving?" Vaughn asked, surprised.
The older man nodded. "I'm not getting any work done here and I can't keep avoiding Lola forever."
Vaughn chuckled. "If you want to try, you're welcome to stay here."
Yank's expression softened suddenly. "You're a good man and I've missed you," he said, taking Vaughn by surprise.
"I missed you, too, Pops."
Without warning, Yank pulled Vaughn into a bear hug, squeezing him tight. The gesture meant even more because, like Vaughn, the other man wasn't big on expressing emotion or his feelings.
"At least we've started making up for lost time," Vaughn said, stepping back. He eyed Yank careful wondering how far to push, then decided to go all the way. "You can't really get back time that's long gone Yank. Go home to Lola and make things right."