With a sigh, I poured a cup of coffee. The agent disconnected his call, sat me down, and asked more questions about Bria’s and my relationship. I bit back my irritation and called forth what little patience I had left and went through everything with them for the tenth time since two nights ago. No, I didn’t know where she was. No, I wasn’t in contact with her. No, I didn’t have an affair with her, just a one-night stand when I didn’t know who she was.

I reminded myself they were just doing their jobs, and any information I gave them might lead us one step closer to finding Teagan.

Even though I wasn’t hungry, Eunice insisted Jock and I sit at the counter and eat the hearty breakfast she cooked of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes. She also fed the agents currently hovering around the house.

I forced myself to eat to set a good example. “It’s great, Eunice, thanks so much.”

She nodded, her eyes filled with concern for Jock, as her gaze flicked to him and back again. He hunched over his plate with shoulders hunched and barely spoke. Instead, he moved the food around on his plate and took a bite here and there.

“They’ll find her. Bria isn’t that crazy. She won’t hurt her,” I said, hoping to lighten his mood.

He grunted and continued to stare at his plate.

Geneva shuffled in, not looking any better than the rest of us, yet to me she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She sat down on the barstool next to me. I gave her a quick kiss, while Eunice immediately placed a plate of food in front of her. Eunice was in a cooking frenzy. I’m sure that was her way of coping while helping others. Esme was upstairs keeping the kids out of everyone’s hair. They’d already interviewed the poor twins multiple times. While they were being careful and kind, the girls were getting more upset every time.

“This is my fault,” Jock mumbled.

“No, it’s ours. Esme and I shouldn’t have left the kids with Teagan. If we’d been here—”

“You can’t say that. None of you. It’s no one’s fault. Eunice, Esme, and you were doing what you always do. Jock, you’re a great father. You do everything you can for those kids. None of us predicted Bria would do this.”

“I’m responsible for this family’s well-being,” Jock said miserably.

“It’s no one’s fault.” I stood and put my hand on Jock’s and Geneva’s shoulders and smiled encouragingly at Eunice currently wringing the life out of a kitchen towel. “It’s not doing anyone any good to blame themselves or others. We need to stand strong and stay together. We need to protect our family and hope for the best.” No one seemed to notice my slip. I’d said “our” family before I’d realized it. Not even Jock blinked or berated me for including myself as part of his family.