Fucking fine.
As he walked, he couldn’t help but remember how he’d found Amy up here not that long ago, and let out a reluctant smile. She’d been so out of her element.
And now he was out of his.
Ten minutes later, he found Riley at her illegal camp spot. She was packing, shoving things into the backpack that Amy had bought her. When he stepped closer, she spun around and jumped up, something glinting in her hand.
A knife.
The minute she registered him, the knife vanished, tossed behind her. She shoved her hands into her ratty pockets, shoulders hunched.
“Expecting someone else?” he asked.
“No.”
“Where you going?”
She shrugged and didn’t meet his eyes. “Nowhere.”
“You’re packing.”
“Well, you told me I couldn’t stay here.”
“I told you that two weeks ago,” he said. “And you’ve been staying out here anyway.”
Nothing.
He blew out a breath and walked up to her backpack.
“That’s mine,” Riley said, but before she could snatch it, he pointed at her.
“Stay,” he said, and crouched at the bag.
“Hey, you can’t just look in there-” She broke off when he reached inside.
And pulled out the charity jar.
“Damn, Riley.” She hadn’t even tried to hide the thing. The money was still in it. Furious, sick, he sat back on his heels and regarded her.
She was studying something fascinating on her battered sneakers.
“You have any idea what this is going to do to her?” he asked.
At that, Riley’s head snapped up. She’d paled to a pasty white. “You can’t tell her!”
Matt stood. “No?”
“No!” Riley’s cry was fierce. She nearly deflated with it, her entire body sagging as if the only thing holding her up had been Amy’s belief in her. “Please don’t.”
“Okay.”
Riley sagged in relief.
“I’m not going to tell her,” Matt said quietly. “Because you are.”
She went from pale to flushed in an instant, her eyes shimmering brilliantly. “I can’t do that.”
“If you can steal it, you sure as hell can give it back.”
Riley’s lip quivered, but she bucked up and shook her head. “No.”
So she was going to be difficult. Shock. “Let’s go.”
“You going to arrest me?” she asked.
Matt would rather be just about anywhere other than here, facing this. Give him Afghanistan. Give him a crack house to bust. Anything other than this. But that’s not how his day was going so far. “Your knife.”
“Huh?”
“Give me your goddamn knife.”
She bent and picked up the knife she’d tossed behind her and handed it over.
He took it and then held out his hand. “And the other one.”
Riley stared at him.
He stared back, steadily.
She let out the sigh of a martyr and bent, pulling a Swiss Army Knife from her sock.
“What else do you have on you?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
He picked up the backpack and shouldered it. “Get your other stuff.”
She grabbed an ancient looking folded-up tent and sleeping bag. He had no idea where she’d gotten them and didn’t want to ask, afraid he’d have to add to the list of things she’d stolen.
“I didn’t take them,” Riley said. “If that’s what you’re thinking. Some old guy out here gave them to me.”
Great. “You got anything else?” he asked.
“You see anything else?”
He ignored the belligerent tone because he recognized false bravado when he saw it. For the moment, he was willing to let her have that. It beat the shit out of tears any day of the week.
But it killed him that those two things, along with the backpack on his shoulder, were her entire worldly possessions. “My truck’s down the road.”
“So?”
“So you’re going to walk there with me and get in it.”
“Why, so you can arrest me?”
“Just get moving, Riley.”
“I want to hold my backpack.”
“I’ve got it,” he said, patience wearing thin.
“I want-”
“Now, Riley.”
She hesitated, just long enough to make him wonder if he was going to have to force her. Finally she started walking-practically dragging her feet-but she was moving.
At his parking spot, she stared at his truck. “There’s no backseat for prisoners.”
“You’re not a prisoner.”
They tossed her tent and sleeping bag into the truck bed, and her gaze locked in on her backpack.
“No,” he said, and put it behind his seat.
“I didn’t ask anything.”
“Just making a blanket statement. Get in. Buckle up.”
“Where’s the handcuffs?”
Jesus. “Just get in the damn truck, Riley.”
Matt drove the sullen girl and her evidence back into town. Instead of heading to the sheriff’s station, however, he drove to the diner. He parked, pulled out his cell phone, and called Amy.
“You find her?” she asked breathlessly, as if she’d been waiting on tenterhooks for his call.
His gut twisted again. He didn’t want to give a shit. Not even a little bit.
But he did.
He was still angry, but he knew damn well how hard this was going to hit her. “Come out to the lot.”
There was a very loaded pause. “Are you going to arrest me for something?” she finally asked.
What the hell? Were all the females in his life crazy? “No,” he said with a calm he didn’t feel. “Why would I arrest you?”
“I don’t know. Why would you command me to the parking lot?”
He rubbed the ache between his eyes with a finger. “Just come out to the damn lot.” He paused. “Please.”
“That still needs work,” she said, “but I’ll be right there.”
Amy walked out to the lot, not at all sure what to expect. It sure as hell wasn’t to find Riley in Matt’s passenger seat. Amy had been sick with worry, but now a very bad feeling settled inside her to go with it. “You okay?” she asked the teen.
Riley nodded.
Matt had gotten out of the truck and gestured Amy to the back, where presumably he could speak without Riley overhearing. Amy knew whatever it was, she wasn’t going to like it.
“Problem,” Matt said.
Before Amy could respond, the passenger door opened, and Riley joined them, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in her front pockets. “It’s me,” she said, staring at her shoes. “I’m the problem.”
Amy looked at Matt, then back at Riley, her heart pounding dully in her ears. “Tell me.”
“He didn’t already do that?” Riley asked. “Text you on the way over here and let you know what happened?”
“No,” Amy said carefully. “Why would he do that?”
“Because you two are a thing.”
“No, we’re not,” Amy said, not looking at Matt. “Tell me what’s going on, Riley.”
Riley blinked. “Wait-What do you mean you’re not? You were.” She divided a confused look between them, and when neither of them responded to her, she seemed to deflate even more. “Because of me?”
“No,” Amy said, heart tight and heavy. “Now talk to me.”
“I did it,” Riley whispered. “I took the money.”
Amy felt the words lance right through her. She made a low, involuntary sound of shock and denial, and Riley spoke quickly. “I was going to pay it back, I swear!”
Amy reached out and grabbed the side of the truck. “You took the money.”
A big, silent presence at Amy’s side, Matt opened the truck bed and gestured for her to sit on the tailgate, which she did, staring at Riley.
Riley sat next to her and focused straight ahead. “I only did it because I had to pay Troy back, or he wasn’t ever going to leave me alone.”