Headed for Trouble (The McKay Family #1)

Headed for Trouble (The McKay Family #1) by Shiloh Walker

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fault. Too often, Neve had done her best to not fit in. If she didn’t fit in, then she stood out. If she stood out … well, they paid more attention.
    “Moira.”
    Ella Sue’s soft voice drifted through the air and Moira looked up.
    Her gaze connected with Neve’s.
    For a second, just a second, something bright and vivid lit Moira’s dark blue eyes. But then it was gone and her expression smoothed over. A calm, easy smile settled into place as she put down the tools she’d been using on the box.
    “Neve.” Moira cocked her head. “I was hoping we’d see you today. I heard you got back last night.”
    There might have been the faintest bit of censure. Self-conscious, Neve shrugged. “I got in pretty late. I was tired. Stopped in town, ended up running into Gideon and I just crashed at his place.”
    Moira’s features froze.
    Completely froze.
    Well, what do we have here … Neve wondered. Then she smiled, a little more naturally this time. “He’s got a great place. The guest bedroom faces right out over the river. He must have shocked the hell out of some people when they pinned a badge on him.”
    Moira looked away, but not before Neve caught the way her shoulders sagged. “Oh, did he ever.” She laughed softly. “Sometimes I still have a hard time believing it myself. Gideon Marshall, reformed bad boy … now the chief of police.”
    Moira’s gaze came back to her, roaming over her, and Neve fought the urge to squirm as the concern in her sister’s eyes grew.
    A sigh ghosted from Moira and she turned to look at the man who’d been helping her wrestle with the box. “Max, can you give us a while? Take an early lunch if you want.”
    He nodded and smiled over at them before heading out of the room.
    “I … you look busy. We can talk later,” Neve said, resisting the urge to back away.
    “Don’t be silly.” Moira frowned as she moved closer. Neve stood seven inches taller, but she lacked the confidence, the ease with her own body that Moira had always had. “Neve, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hell. I…”
    She stopped and blew out a breath, and then, with a tiny shake of her head, pinned a hard look on Neve. “Have you been sick? Are you sick?”
    Ten years ago, that would have pissed her off—the demand, the flat tone. Now, though, she heard the concern and it soothed something inside her, the hurt she hadn’t been able to hide. “I’m not sick,” Neve said quietly. She shrugged restlessly as she turned away to study the room around her. “I’ve had a rough few months. Okay, the past few years have kind of … sucked.”
    Now she turned and looked back at her sister. The ugliness of that final night lingered like a raw, gaping wound, but she shoved those memories aside for now. Swallowing, she said roughly, “I … I needed to come home.”
    “Honey.”
    A second later, she was wrapped in Moira’s arms and it caught her off guard. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    “Hush.” It was a command. Not a request, but a command. “Of course you came home—this is where you belong.”
    *   *   *
    Brannon probably wouldn’t be considered the most sensitive of souls, a fact he was well aware of.
    He was, however, observant.
    Observant enough to know when somebody was walking on eggshells. Particularly when that somebody was six feet five and had a predisposition toward the bold and brash, not the quiet and tentative.
    After the seventh or eighth sidelong look from Ian, he thumped the plans he’d been working on down and demanded, “Out with it.”
    Ian looked up from the schedule he’d been dealing with. “Out with what?”
    “Don’t give me that shit, Campbell. Something’s chewing on your ass so just lay it on me and get it over with.”
    “My arse is fine, but thanks for the concern,” Ian said. Then he straightened, hands braced on the bar. After a moment, he hooked a hand over his neck and rubbed at it. “There’s this thing,

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