What did surprise Chace was that he was popular regardless of his intellect, his continued voracious reading, the fact that he was quiet, not shy, not introverted, but an observer, soft spoken and he didn’t speak unless what he had to say meant something.

“Had a chat with Ezra,” Chace told him.

“I know,” Miah replied.

“Ezra said you’re ready.”

“That’s because I am.”

Chace pressed his lips together because he was uncertain he agreed and he looked back at the creek.

“Chace, I talked about it to the counselors a long time ago. To granddad. To you that time you and Faye were up here last year. I’m cool with it,” Miah assured him and Chace sucked in breath.

He looked back at him. “Yesterday was your graduation and your party. In a few months you’re off to Columbia. Don’t wanna bring up bad shit when all you got is good happening and the same to look forward to.”

“I want to do it,” Miah stated.

“Miah –”

“Chace,” he straightened but kept Chace’s eyes, “I want to do it. Show me.”

Chace sucked in another breath then turned to the folder sitting on the table beside him, flipped it open, pulled out the mug shot and handed it to Miah. Miah bent his head and studied it.

It was the mug shot of the man they suspected murdered Misty and Darren Newcomb.

“He screwed up,” Chace told him. “Got him in Oregon. He took an assignment, took to the woods again and some hunters, both ex-military, were up there. Heard them comin’, they were experienced, got quiet, watched, didn’t like the look of things and hunkered down. Saw it start to go down and they moved in. Incapacitated him. Saved his target. He’s free-lance, not connected to any organization and there’s the possibility that he’s responsible for at least a dozen hits in eight states including two in Carnal.”

“That’s him,” Miah said firmly and handed the mug shot back to Chace.

Chace’s gut got tight.

Shit, this was it. This was finally fucking it.

“You’re sure?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Miah answered.

“Was a long time ago, bud,” Chace reminded him, turning to return the photo to the folder and when he turned back, Miah again locked eyes with him.

“You don’t forget that kind of thing. You know it. I told you about it. All of it. That’s him and I’ll testify.”

Years ago, Miah’s grandparents had been informed that Miah was holding onto this knowledge and thus they’d informed his counselors. So years ago, his therapists helped him deal with what he saw which was not only Misty’s face getting raped but her subsequent murder. Jeremiah had seen the whole thing.

“I’ll testify,” Miah repeated when Chace didn’t speak.

“That’ll be tough,” Chace replied. “You were young, in a serious situation, if he’s extradited to Colorado to stand trial, the defense attorney will go hard.”

“A kid, no matter what he’s going through, can’t make that stuff up,” Miah returned.

“This is true,” Chace muttered. “But I don’t like that for you, that bein’ part of your future, the possibility of testifying.”

“A wrong has been done,” Miah whispered, his gaze unwavering on Chace. “When that happens you set about making it right. You taught me that.”

Chace closed his eyes and dropped his head.

“I can do it.” Miah was still whispering. “I want to do it.”

Chace opened his eyes and looked at the creek. “I hate this for you.”

“I don’t,” Miah replied. “She was your wife. If I can do that, make him pay, then I can do something for you. So I want to do it.”

Serious as shit, this kid was a good fucking kid.

Chace lifted his hand, wrapped it around the back of Miah’s neck and gave him a squeeze while finding his eyes.

“You’re a good kid,” he whispered and Miah grinned.

“Not a kid anymore.”

Chace shook his head and gave his neck another squeeze while rocking him gently before letting him go. “Nope, you’re still a kid.”

“Amelia and I did it last night.”

Chace blinked and his throat sounded clogged when he asked, “What?”

Miah grinned again. “Went all the way.”

Holy fuck.

“Jeremiah –”

“We used… you know and we’re both eighteen. We’ve been seeing each other since we were sophomores and we’d always planned for graduation being the, um… main event.”

Jesus Christ. Where did he go with this?

Miah looked at the creek, still grinning and now muttering, “It was good.”

“Was it good for her?”

Miah looked back at him and his grin faded. “Well…” he trailed off and Chace shook his head.

“Gotta make it good for her, bud,” he said gently.

“I have with the stuff we’ve done, uh… before but last night it kinda went,” his face flushed and he finished on a whisper, “fast.”

Chace fought back a grin and held his eyes as he advised, “You get that but you only get it once. You two carry on with this shit you do two things, you use protection, always and you see to her first, always. With her and, should things end with her and you find someone else, with them too. That protection is for her but it’s also for you. Don’t mess up your or her future by bein’ stupid and don’t take a woman, ever, without takin’ care of her.”

Miah pressed his lips together, leaned forward, elbows to his knees and looked to the creek.

Chace’s eyes followed his, he leaned forward on his elbows too and kept talking.

“I get where you are, your age, you two bein’ together for a while, you think this is a natural progression. I know you and Amelia are tight. But I wish you’d talked to me before you went ahead with this. I’ll just say, I know you feel like a man, I know you’re lookin’ forward to independence but I’ll tell you you’re still young. You should be young and this shit is adult shit, Miah. The seal is broken and maybe there’s no goin’ back. But you’re a smart guy, always have been, I’m just sayin’ you should keep bein’ smart, think about this before you do it again with Amelia or any girl. It feels good, I know that. You’ll want it, I know that too. It’s probably pretty much all you’re thinkin’ about, I know that too. But it isn’t ever just about doing it and it is never just you doin’ it. Two people are involved. Always let her know where you’re at. It’s a connection, a closeness, an intimacy you two share and feelings can get caught up in that. You’re not feelin’ it outside of doin’ it, you let her know where you’re at so she doesn’t get lost in you. You with me?”

“Yeah,” Miah whispered.

Chace wasn’t done.

“Amelia is going to the University of Wyoming, buddy. In a few months, you two will be separated. That could stay strong while you two are in different states or you or she might find someone else. Have a mind to that this summer with her and where you guys went last night. You leave, you find someone else in New York, she’s lost in you, you could hurt her. Think about how you feel about her right now, what that might do to her and handle her with care. You still with me?”

“Yeah,” Miah repeated on a whisper.

Chace fell silent and Miah didn’t speak.

Then Miah spoke.

“How did you know it was Faye?”

Chace felt his lips tip up as his eyes watched the waters run. “Just knew.”

“How?”

He turned his head to Miah to see Miah’s eyes on him. “You see her, bud, the one that’s meant for you, you’ll know too.”

Miah held his eyes. Then he nodded and looked back at the creek.

Chace did too and they again lapsed into silence until Chace broke it this time.

“Been years, Miah, lookin’ for that man. Wantin’ to put Misty to rest in my mind. Now she is. Thank you.”

He heard Miah take in a breath before he said softly, “You’re welcome, Aslan.”

Fuck, that socked him in the gut. Every time.

Without taking his gaze from the creek he again lifted his hand, curled it around the back of Miah’s neck and gave it a squeeze. Once he was done, he removed his hand, returned his elbow to his knee and sat silently with his boy, no, his boy who was becoming a man and watched the waters flow.

* * *

One week later

Chace stood outside the bedroom door, ass and back to the wall, feet out in front of him, ankles crossed, a grin playing on his lips.

He did this listening to his wife reading to her sons, Jake and Silas.

It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

As usual, listening to her melodic voice adding nuance and drama to the story, he enjoyed it for a good long while.

Then he moved away from the wall to check on his sleeping baby girl, Twyla.

* * *

Three hours later

Faye underneath him, his cock still hard inside her, Chace ran his tongue along her lower lip.

The instant he was done, she ran hers along his.

When she was done, he lifted his lips, kissed her nose then dipped his chin and caught her eyes.

“You gonna read, baby?” he asked but he knew her answer.

Still, she gave it to him.

“Yeah.”

He grinned, bent his neck, kissed the indent in her collarbone and slid out.

She slid out of bed and he watched her silk nightie fall over her heart-shaped ass as she walked to the bathroom to clean up.

Chace rolled to his side of the bed, turned out his light and settled in. Then he watched his wife walk back into the room and climb into their bed.

He threw the covers over her.

She grabbed her book.

Chace closed his eyes and fell asleep.