Riptide

a thing to say that wouldn't make everything
    worse. She hadn't meant to hurt him, to keep him in the
    dark, to make him feel unimportant to her, but--

"Get over it,Tyler," Adam said. "This isn't fun and games. It's serious
    business. You're not trained to do this sort of thing. We are.
    Besides, you've got Sam. He's got to be your first priority."
    "You bastard," Tyler said, his hands fisted at his sides. "You're not
    gay, are you?"
    "No, not any more than you are."
    "You want to seduce her, to take advantage of her. She's scared
    and you just want her to depend only on you. You're afraid to have
    me here."
    "Look, McBride--"
    But Adam didn't have time to calm the man down. Tyler leapt at
    him, knocking him over on his back in the entryway. Adam landed
    on his hurt arm, grunted, then bounded back up. He wasn't seeing
    red this time, he was seeing a very sharp and clear target--right in
    the middle of Tyler's kidney. Hellfire, no, he couldn't. It wouldn't
    be fair. He could seriously hurt the guy. Well, damn.
    Tyler, breathing hard, out of control, was about to jump at him
    again when Sherlock calmly tapped him lightly on the shoulder,
    and when he turned, distracted, she clipped his jaw. His head flew
    back and he stumbled. He regained his balance and stood there,
    feeling his jaw. He looked at her, stupefied, as Sherlock said, "I'm sorry, Mr. McBride, but that's enough. Listen to me. Becca's life is
    what's important, not your wounded feelings. Adam didn't even
    know Becca until a couple of days ago. He's here to protect her.
    Now, get a grip on yourself or I'll flip you over my shoulder and lay
    you out."
    Tyler looked like he didn't doubt her for an instant. He turned
    slowly to face Becca. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hit him, well, I did, but it's just that I'm so scared for you, and this guy shows UP pretending to be your cousin and I knew he wasn't. I didn't
    know what to do. I'm worried about you, Becca, real worried--"

Becca walked to Tyler and slowly stepped against him, clasping
    her arms loosely around his back. "I know, Tyler, I know. I really
    appreciate you being here for me, but these folk are all pros. They
    know what they're doing and there are even more people coming
    now. We've got to catch this maniac. Now that he's here I can't
    pick up and run. We've got to get him. He found me, how, I don't
    know, but don't you see? If I run, he'll just find me again. I've got
    people here to help me now. Please, Tyler, tell me you understand
    why I kept quiet about Adam."
    He was pressing his cheek against her hair, squeezing her so
    tightly Adam thought he'd crush her damned ribs. Adam wanted to
    pull him off and give him one good shot in the jaw.
    Becca slowly pulled away. He was afraid for her, she knew that,
    and she didn't want to hurt him. Her voice was very gentle when
    she said, "You do understand, don't you,Tyler?"
    "Yeah, I do, but I just want to help." Then he lightly traced his
    fingertips over her cheek. "I've known you for a long time, Becca.
    I want to help. This is a real creepy business."
    "You're telling me." She managed something of a laugh, which
    was closer to a cry, really.
    Tyler said when Savich came back to the entryway, "Thank you
    for taking care of Sam." He lifted Sam into his arms and squeezed
    him nearly as hard as he'd squeezed Becca. "Sam, I'm sorry I lost my
    temper with Adam. I didn't mean to frighten you. You okay?"
    Sam nodded. "I heard you yelling."
    "I know," Tyler said, kissing Sam's temple. ''You're not used to
    that, are you? Everyone loses his temper sometimes. I'm sorry I did
    it and sorry you were close by. Now, you and I need to go over to
    Goose's Hardware and get some washers for the bathroom faucet.
    Would you like to do that?"

Sam nodded. He looked relieved. Tyler hugged him again.
    "What's the name of the street Goose's Hardware is on?" Savich
    asked as he looked at his wife rubbing her knuckles, an eyebrow
    arched.
    "West Hemlock,"Tyler said. "It's the main street."
    When Tyler McBride finally left, Adam turned to see Sherlock
    and Savich speaking quietly. Adam said, "Are you guys going to
    stay here?"
    "That's probably best," Savich said. "First thing, we're going to
    put a tap on this phone. Sherlock said we should bring our goodies.
    She's right a lot of the time." Savich picked up what looked like
    a very small aluminum suitcase. "This is a dual redundant tape.
    We're going to set it right beside the phone recorder. Now, I'm going
    to patch