Mateo looked down at his bootee-covered shoes for a long beat. Then he sighed and came back to Levi’s bedside. “Is that what kept you away? Guilt? You think any of my family blamed you for not marrying her when she wanted you to? We didn’t, Levi. What we blamed you for was leaving and not looking back. Like none of us ever meant a damn thing to you.”
Levi felt his throat tighten, and the ache was now in his heart, not his head. “You did mean something to me. You all did. You deserved better from me.”
“Damn straight,” Mateo said, voice not quite as cool as it’d been.
Levi took a deep breath and was grateful he didn’t throw up. “I need one more favor,” he said quietly.
“You’re racking them up.”
“Actually, two favors.”
Mateo just raised a brow.
“I want a do-over.”
They’d started the do-over thing in middle school. When one of them did something incredibly stupid—which happened a lot—the other could choose to give a do-over. Or not.
But they’d never not given each other a second chance.
Mateo took his sweet-ass time answering. “Okay,” he finally said. “You get a do-over. I’ll take it in the form of pizza and beer when you’re cleared to drink.”
Levi let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. That was more than he deserved. “Deal.”
“And the other favor?”
“I was brought in with a woman named Jane. Do you know if she’s okay?”
Again, Mateo looked at Levi for a long moment, eyes solemn, arms crossed over his chest. “I do.”
“And?”
“And she’s in far better shape than you.” With that, Mateo walked out, sliding the curtain shut behind him.
Levi blew out a breath, and to stave off all the memories piling onto memories inside his aching head, he opened his palm and looked down at the dainty gold locket in his hands. An old friend on the local search-and-rescue had shown up in his ER cubicle after they’d found it on the gondola. Levi had promised to get it back to the owner. He flicked it open now and found a smile. The tiny pic on the right was a little girl of around eight with wild dark red curls exploding around her head like a halo. Jane, dressed like a sugar plum fairy. The older woman in the opposite picture could be anyone, but he’d guess a grandmother. As for how he was going to get the locket back to her when he didn’t even know her last name . . . well, he’d figure that out when he was released.
A commotion sounded on the other side of the curtains, and then came a shrill, nervous woman’s voice. “Where is he, where’s my son?”
“They said the third room on the left, Shirl,” a man said. Levi’s dad. “One more room down.”
“I can count, Hank. Why are you walking so slow?”
Levi stared up at the ceiling, not ready for this. Not that it mattered, as ready or not, his mom, dad, sister, and niece all crowded into his room.
“Honey!” his mom cried, rushing to his side. She was dressed up, hair and makeup in place, no sight of her always present bright blue glasses, which meant she was wearing her contacts. Which she hated. This was all unusual enough to have him taking a second look at her.
Worry lines were etched into her face. “Mom, I’m okay.”
Not satisfied, she looked him over carefully. Levi was, and always had been, the odd man out in his family. His parents ran a sporting goods store, and if there wasn’t a ball or a kayak or a tent involved, they weren’t interested. Levi had grown up outdoors and loved it, but what he loved more was books, science: taking things apart and putting them back together in a better way; gathering data and then creating ways to manage that data.