A Lot Like Perfect

“It’s more of an escape,” he admitted without really figuring out why he’d told her that much. But Serenity might be the closest thing to a mom that he’d ever have in his life. If he couldn’t be real with her, then who could he talk to?

“You need an escape?” she prodded gently, which turned to ice in his stomach as he scrambled to explain.

“Not from you! Or the hotel. It’s wonderful, very nice. I appreciate that you’ve taken us all in, which you didn’t have to do—”

“Isaiah West, you settle down now,” she interrupted but the smile in her voice was wide enough for him to easily hear despite not facing her. “I know you boys have had a time of it. That’s the only reason I didn’t send you on your way when you showed up here out of the blue, looking to get in the middle of my spat with Havana.”

Serenity was Aria and Havana’s aunt, having taken in the girls when they were young, after their parents died. They had a third sister, Ember, who had just recently dropped back into town after an extended absence, or at least that was how Isaiah had pieced it all together without prying. The little boy Ember had in tow might be a part of the puzzle, but the kid was quiet and kept his head down on the rare occasions when he crossed paths with Isaiah. It wasn’t a stretch to assume that the five male strangers in his great-aunt’s hotel weren’t the sort a seven-year-old knew how to speak to.

“I figure it must have been a pretty big surprise to have five SEALs dropped on you,” he said wryly. “We could have called first.”

Except, if they’d called Serenity, she might have told them not to come and Isaiah would have been last guy to risk that. He’d needed somewhere to go after being discharged, naturally. Leaving California had seemed like the obvious choice.

“Your hearts were in the right place, sweetie. It’s my fault for pouring out my troubles about this town into my letters. But look what happened as a result. Caleb and Havana got the development company to give us six months to turn the town around,” she said with a mix of awe and no small amount of gratitude.

Caleb and Havana had started out on opposite sides of the deal, but soon started making goofy eyes at each other until they were so tightly involved the only solution seemed to be combining forces. They were a formidable team, working tirelessly to get infrastructure in place so the town could become a tourist destination. If they didn’t, the development company would start offering residents huge piles of cash to relocate and folks who loved the town, like Serenity, would be forced out.

“The schoolhouse is coming along. Cassidy is really excited about her plans to form a charter school once it’s done,” he commented. She never stopped talking about it, which he assumed equaled excitement.

“The first of many great additions to our town.” Serenity’s voice glowed with so much pride that he didn’t have the heart to correct her. It was her town, sure. But not his. “I’m so thrilled you boys showed up. You were meant to come here. Didn’t I predict that?”

Isaiah traced the little dipper with his eyes as a stall tactic before responding because he wasn’t entirely sure he believed in all that jazz. So he’d kind of dismissed the concept when Serenity had doled out some hokey prophecy in a letter a few months back. But he knew she believed in her predictions. And her connection with the universe wasn’t something he could easily reject while in her presence, not unless he wanted to be disrespectful.

“I don’t remember it that way,” he said instead. “I thought the prediction was about how I’m going to meet the future Mrs. West, not about coming to Superstition Springs.”

Future Mrs. West. It felt wrong on his tongue, too weighty and just…not something he could believe in. Now, he’d seen some pretty crazy stuff in Syria—idols and revered goats and such. But mysticism had never really resonated with him anyway and finding love was literally the last thing on his mind, then or now.

A guy with one foot constantly out the door didn’t lead a woman to believe that commitment was anywhere in his vocabulary.

She shook her head with a little tsk and repeated the words she’d penned to him. “You must slow down a bit to find love. Seek a romantic retreat to heal and nurture your soul while connecting spiritually with a like-minded soul that shares your need for depth. What is that but a perfect description of this town? Here you are, stargazing. Slowing down. Connecting. All of these things will help you heal.”

He didn’t bother to pretend she was wrong about his need to get better, though the fact that it was becoming common knowledge made him a little squicky. Clearly she’d sensed that on her own but it was a little easier to take from her rather than from Marchande earlier. Not that he believed either of them had done much more than witness for themselves that he was broken. Didn’t take a genius to sniff that one out when he’d failed to get anyone on board with Hardy’s quest to start filling official town positions.

It shouldn’t hav

e been that hard to talk Marchande into a role with the yet to be formed fire department. The guy’s middle name might as well be fire. Yet…here they were with no one on the roster.

But there was no reason to be dismissive toward her belief in the supernatural. He could still spell diplomacy. “Maybe the prediction is talking about connecting with my teammates. We’re tight, after all. That’s just as likely to be what you’re sensing as a female being involved.”

The look she gave him was priceless. “Well, if you’re saying you’re gay, I’ll love you just the same. That’s not what you’re saying, though. Is it?”

“Um, no.” Wow, that had been an unforeseen deviation. “What I meant was, the guys are my family. We depend on each other. They’re the ones who’ve had my back since day one and that’s not going to stop.”

The lump in his throat grew too big to swallow. The guys had depended on him and he’d failed them. They all had scars from Syria, mostly inside. Except for Caleb’s brother, Rowe, who’d had months of physical therapy after half a building fell on him and still had trouble hearing out of his left ear. Isaiah hadn’t helped any of them get back up after falling down.

The ticking clock got louder in his head. After the barn was finished, he should go.

“Sweetie…” Serenity took his hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s great to have friends. Especially the kind that you share such a bond with. But if they were the ones who were meant to help you heal, wouldn’t they be sitting out here in the dark watching the stars with you?”

Oh, man. His lungs froze as her insight hit him hard. He’d come up here on this roof to be alone and never once had he considered cluing in the guys about its existence. Because Isaiah was the one pulling away. On purpose.

“Maybe you’re my soul mate,” he said with a forced laugh and was only half kidding. If he spent a lot of time with Serenity, then he didn’t have to worry about any of that mumbo-jumbo. Especially the slowing down part.

Slowing down wasn’t on his radar. That was not how he’d get his breathing right, no matter what Serenity thought she saw beyond the veil. Only leaving worked. Or rather, he didn’t have a lot of hope that he’d ever find a place that would fix what was broken, but the longer he stayed here, the more disappointed everyone would be that he couldn’t be Elmer anymore.

He was glue that couldn’t figure out how to stick. The irony was killing him.

“My predictions aren’t that specific,” she said in all seriousness. “But I do sense that you’ve met the one already. Though I’m pretty sure it’s not me.”