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Rex raised his eyebrows at them. You think?
Karah Lee spread her hands. “If we’re going to be working together for the next few weeks, we’d better make sure we’ll all get along.”
“There will be no trouble between Jill and me,” Rex assured them. How could he have forgotten that special character that had always been such a vital part of Hideaway—the…inquisitiveness?
“It sure didn’t look that way to me a while ago,” Karah Lee said. “Jill wouldn’t even talk to you.”
“She was upset about Edith. Both of us know how to behave in a professional manner.”
“Does this mean you’re not going to tell us what happened to your engagement?” Karah Lee asked, patently disappointed.
He glanced at Cheyenne to see if she would use her authority to curb this vein of inquisitiveness. But she appeared just as curious as Karah Lee.
Obviously, they had been well nourished in the soil of small-town know-thy-neighbor’s-business. “We parted under less than ideal circumstances,” he said.
Karah Lee leaned forward, as if settling in for a story.
Fawn followed Austin onto the porch, still intrigued by this man and his so-called mission. “So, did you suddenly get religion or something?”
He gave her another irritably amused glance over his broad-but-bony left shoulder. “How did you guess?”
She frowned at him. She couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic. “Well, I mean, I guess I don’t know much, but I’ve never heard of someone going out of his way to return to his hometown and start making apologies to everybody.”
“A fella does if he’s smart. Especially if he wants to stay awhile.”
“So you are moving back here?” As she asked the question, she caught sight of Jill Cooper and Noelle Trask standing at the edge of the greenway that bordered the municipal boat dock. They were staring in this direction.
Fawn glanced at Austin, and found him staring back at the sisters.
“Uh-oh,” she said softly. “It must be time for another apology.”
He ignored her and stepped toward the two women.
Rex decided to give his colleagues what they wanted. In fact, if he knew for sure he could trust them, he might even be willing to enlist their assistance in paving the way for a better relationship with Jill—at least a working relationship—but that was taking it too far.
“We discovered quickly that we worked well together,” he said. “Jill wanted to be an intensive-care nurse. When we did shifts together, she seemed to read my mind.”
“She does that with me,” Cheyenne said. “She seems able to tune in to what I’m doing.”
Rex shrugged. “And all this time I was under the impression there was this special bond between the two of us.”
“So you got engaged?” Karah Lee asked, obviously impatient with the slow pace of the narrative.
“We were friends first. We enjoyed each other’s company, often shared a meal together in the cafeteria when our shifts coincided. We found many things in common, and the relationship grew.”
“That’s the way it works best,” Cheyenne said.
“Then we got engaged.”
“And then what?” Karah Lee asked.
“Life intruded. I discovered I wasn’t as patient with her as I had been when we were just friends.” He had become jealous and selfish, something that continued to shame him. “Jill was forced into the role of surrogate mother at far too young an age, and she had trouble balancing her time between me and her little sister.” And he’d been no help at all. Why had he been such a pig?
“No doubt about it,” Karah Lee said, “Noelle was a handful growing up. She still gets reminded of that.”
“I wasn’t mature enough to handle it amid the rigors of internship and early residency. I said some things to Jill that didn’t go over well. The engagement ended six months after it began.”
“Ouch!” Karah Lee exclaimed.
The front door opened, and Cheyenne rose. “That’s probably the hearse for Edith.”
Jill watched Austin walk down the path to the circle drive in front of the bed and breakfast. He paused beside a silver Jeep Grand Cherokee as if he might get in and drive away. But, of course, she wouldn’t be so lucky. Not today. She half expected to look up into the sky and see it splitting apart and Jesus calling His own home to be with Him. And she, of course, would be left behind.
That wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen, of course. She’d walked the aisle years ago, given her heart to Jesus. But the way her life had worked out—and especially the way it seemed to be working today—she could probably expect to discover a glitch in that plan, as well.
Yes, she knew better, but OCD could make a person doubt her salvation as much as it made her doubt everything else in her life.
Austin came toward her, his cowboy boots crunching loudly on the gravel.
“You know,” Noelle said softly, “we could just leave right now. You don’t need this. Nobody needs this. Let’s just turn around and walk away, give him time to leave.”
“Austin’s harmless, Noelle.” Jill stepped toward him. She was no longer attracted to the man, of course. A lifetime had passed since they went together in high school. Apparently God had decided to try her in a test in which her whole past was coming back to haunt her in one day. She might as well deal with it.
“I don’t get it,” Noelle said, falling, obviously unwilling, into step beside her. “You blew off Rex Fairfield back at the spa, so why are you going out of your way to greet Austin Barlow?”
“Because I’m not a little kid. I’m ashamed of my behavior with Rex, and I’ll have to apologize as soon as I see him again.” If she saw him. “I was preoccupied with Edith. Do you have any clue why Rex and Austin would both show up in this town on this day when I’m already losing my mind?”
Noelle looked at her. “None. But I do know there is some kind of reason for it.”
“Yeah, right, God has a plan.”
“He always does. You just have to wait and see it from hindsight.”
“I don’t like to wait for hindsight.” She’d lived in this town for a lot of years, as had Austin. When he was mayor, she was school nurse. After Austin’s wife died, when Ramsay was a child, there had even been talk about a resurrection of that long-ago romance between Austin and Jill.
It hadn’t worked out.
In fact, the way she’d heard it through the Hideaway grapevine, Austin had developed a schoolboy crush on Cheyenne when she came to town. He apparently hadn’t taken it well when Dane Gideon made the more lasting impression on her. That change in circumstances had nearly cost Cheyenne her life when Austin’s son decided to act on his father’s displeasure.
High-school memories seemed so much more innocent than adult ones. So much more distant, they paled in comparison to the tragedies of more recent years—though there had been tragedies even in high school.
She recalled the tragedy that had been the catalyst that ended her relationship with Austin. Another classmate, Chet Palmer, had died, and some fingers had been pointed toward Austin and his buddies.
Now, she held her hands out to Austin as graciously as Edith would have done had she encountered him on the street.
“Why, Austin Barlow, what are you doing back in town? Everything okay with Ramsay?”
The gratified relief that etched his expression made her feel sorry for him.
“Hello, Jill.” His hands grasped hers with a warmth she hadn’t expected. “Ramsay is still in rehabilitation. How are you doing?”
She hesitated, staring up at him quizzically. How much did he know? How much could he know? News about the discovery of the murder of her father and grandparents eleven years ago had made the rounds last autumn and winter. He could have heard of them from just about anyone who was still speaking to him.
Amazingly, she found strength in the touch of his hands and the concern in his voice. He sounded sincere.
She wondered again about the odds of two former boyfriends converging on Hideaway the same day Edith died.
Astronomical. Ridiculous. Was it possible she had made a break with reality?
No. She had a neurosis, not a psychosis. She needed to trust Noelle’s faith that God was in control of this situation.
She mentally shook herself and gazed up into Austin’s eyes. Familiarity and comfort seemed to lie beneath the surface of that questing gaze. How she needed comfort right now.
“We’ve just had a horrible shock, Austin,” she said, surprised at herself for speaking about it. “Edith Potts just died. Noelle and I are on our way to tell Bertie.”
Her shock seemed to transfer to him. His hands tightened on hers. His eyes widened. “What happened?”
“Cheyenne thinks it was her heart,” she said, gently disengaging from his grip. Cheyenne was seldom wrong. But this time…
He released her immediately. “Cheyenne?”
She heard the sudden, lingering interest in that one spoken name. So, the rumors were true. Poor Austin must have fallen hard. “She tried everything to bring Edith back. Nothing worked.” Jill knew it was the truth. She felt badly about her behavior at the spa. “You knew she was the director of the clinic, didn’t you?”
“I’ve heard a few things, but I haven’t kept up with everyone now that Mom is no longer in town. Is Cheyenne sure about the cause of death?”
“I don’t know at this point.”
“So she will investigate further to make sure?”
Jill hesitated and frowned at him. “Austin, is there some reason you feel it should be—”
“No, of course not. I’m sorry.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “I know you were good friends with Edith. Will you be okay?”
She nodded, thanked him, turned toward the bed and breakfast with Noelle at her side.
Amazing that she was able to behave so rationally—and politely—when her brain struggled to contain all the thoughts that tumbled through it—telling her she had killed Edith.
Noelle had been right, this was the wrong time to try to cut the meds. I’ll start back on the full dosage tonight.
She and Noelle found Bertie in the dining room, scrambling to keep the buffet table filled with enough black walnut waffles to satisfy the Saturday-afternoon brunch crowd.
One glance, however, brought Bertie to her side, dish towel in hand.
“Jill Cooper, you look like you could use a good, filling meal. Was that massage at the spa too much for you?” She gestured for Jill to follow her into the dining room.
“I…um…Bertie.” She froze. She couldn’t do this.
Bertie, diminutive, white-haired, already looked too fragile. She had suffered so many losses in her life. Her only child had died young, decades ago. Her husband, Red, had died two years ago. And now this? Her business partner and best friend?
“Uh-oh,” Bertie said. “I can tell by that look on your face you saw our visitor. Wasn’t Austin your old high-school sweetheart?”
“Yes, Bertie, he was, but—” She looked at Noelle.
With a nod, Noelle gently took Bertie by the arm and led her out of the dining room. “We need to tell you something.”
“Well, for goodness’ sake, what is it?” She looked at Jill, and her warm, friendly eyes darkened with distress. “Jill, didn’t you and Edith go to the spa this…oh, no. Did that ticker of hers pitch a fit again? I keep tellin’ her to remember her medicine, but half the time she goes off without it. Someday it’s gonna—”
“Bertie,” Jill said, “this time she didn’t make it.”
There was a startled pause as the words registered, then the news pressed Bertie’s slender shoulders down with their weight.
“I’m sorry,” Jill said, once again feeling the loss like a knife in her heart. “I’m so sorry.”
Chapter Seven
Hours before the funeral service at the Methodist church on Wednesday morning, Jill stepped tentatively through the front door of Noelle’s Naturals and Spa.
When Jill was a horseback-riding youth, she’d been taught early to get back on the horse quickly after being tossed so she wouldn’t develop an unnatural fear of horses. The concept had worked then. Would it work for her in this situation?
Of course, she’d never been a fan of spas, whereas she had always loved horses, dirty and dangerous as they could be. They still weren’t as dangerous as humans.
As a nurse, she was in close contact with people every day, but she was the one giving the care. She was in control. In a spa, she felt vulnerable. The memory of Edith’s death continued to weigh heavily on her.
Soothing music emanated from hidden speakers, and an abundance of plants thrived in this roomy waiting room.
Imitating what Dane Gideon had done with his general store years earlier, Noelle had purchased two empty store buildings with a shared wall within the town square complex. She had knocked out a portion of the connecting wall and combined the space so she could easily oversee the natural herb and food shop while managing the spa. She had also dipped deeply into savings to develop a Web site and an all-out marketing campaign that reached the entire southwest area of Missouri.
“Hi, Jill. Back for another massage?”
Jill turned to find Sheena Marshall stepping out of one of the massage rooms. Her blond hair was tied back, and her pretty blue eyes had circles beneath them. She looked as if she had lost weight since Saturday. Gone was that characteristic perky smile.
“Not today, thanks.”
“Didn’t think so.” Sheena went into Noelle’s office and sat at her desk. She pulled open the top drawer and took out a pad of sticky note paper.
“Are you with a client right now?” Jill asked.
“Nope. It’s been slow, so I’m making a supply list.” She closed the drawer and stood up. “I guess no one wants to come to a place where a nice old lady died. Like maybe she was contagious or something.” Sheena shook her head sadly. “You know how superstitious people can be.”
Jill nodded as she glanced toward the broad entryway to the herb and food shop. “I’m sure it’ll pick back up. It’s just a time of mourning.”
“You’re looking for your sister, I guess.” Sheena stepped back out into the hallway with a pen and the notepad.
Actually, Noelle wasn’t who Jill was looking for. They’d had another long talk last night.
“She’s gone to Springfield to pick up some supplies,” Sheena explained. “Nathan decided to go with her. Those two are so sweet to each other, Mom says sometimes she just wants to gag.” Sheena smiled, and it was a sad smile. Ordinarily, she was the giggling type, but since Edith’s death, the young woman had lost her usual effervescence.
Jill hesitated, feeling intrusive. “Since you mentioned the day Edith died, do you remember much about that morning?”
