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Past, Present And A Future
Janice Carter
He was her first loveAt Twin Falls High School, Gil Harper and Clare Morgan were inseparable–until the murder of a classmate tore their world, and their relationship, apart.Gil was a prime suspect in the murder, and although he was quickly cleared of all charges, Clare was never sure why Gil hadn't told her the whole story of his relationship with Rina Thomas. Their trust was shattered, and their plans for the future were buried along with the truth about Rina's murder.Now, years later, Clare returns to her hometown, where she is troubled by thoughts of what might have been. Could she and Gil have lived "happily ever after," like her friends Laura and Dave? Clare is finally getting a chance to find out….
“Let’s go to your place and take it from there.”
Gil looked at Clare a few more seconds, trying to decipher the expression in her eyes, but he couldn’t. At least she’d made the right choice. They had to finish what they’d begun.
Once inside, he helped her off with her coat. He froze when he brushed against her neck, mesmerized by the memory of the first time he’d touched it. He wanted desperately to stroke her skin and press his lips against her hair.
“Something wrong?”
Clare’s words brought him back to life. He whisked her coat off her shoulders and took it to the hall closet. Her footsteps echoed behind him.
“Didn’t we try to do this the other day?” she quipped as she came into the room.
He realized what she meant when he saw her nod toward the writing supplies on the table. “Maybe we’ll have better luck the second time around.”
Dear Reader,
Most of us, at one time or another, have attended a high school or college reunion and have learned that seeing old friends can sometimes be hurtful as well as exhilarating. Going back isn’t always easy to do. In fact, it can be downright risky—as Clare Morgan discovers in Past, Present and a Future.
Returning to Twin Falls, Connecticut, for the first time in seventeen years is much more than a trip down memory lane for Clare. What started out as a visit to attend the christening of her best friend’s new baby becomes a confrontation with Clare’s worst memories of her senior year in high school. Betrayal. Distrust. Murder.
And a key player in her memories—Clare’s former boyfriend, her first love, Gil Harper—has returned for the christening, as well.
Going back offers Clare an opportunity to put things right—to lay to rest for once and for all the painful memories of her seventeenth summer. Only then, Clare realizes, can a future with Gil Harper be possible.
Enjoy!
Janice Carter
Past, Present and a Future
Janice Carter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Susan Hess, valued friend, great sister-in-law and terrific brainstormer.
Not to mention the best aunt in the world.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER ONE
GOOD NEWS and bad news. Funny how the two often came together. Clare read the e-mail a second time. Her best friend since elementary school was the proud mother of a baby girl named Emma. Clare felt a rush of emotion that was a mix of joy and envy.
The bad news was that Laura wanted her to be the child’s godmother, which meant going back home to Twin Falls, Connecticut. And home—somewhere she hadn’t visited in the last seventeen years—was the last place on earth Clare Morgan wanted to set foot.
She quickly sent a return congratulatory message, expressing delight at the request but avoiding a definite reply by saying she’d telephone on the weekend. That would give her two days to come up with a plausible excuse to politely decline. She was flattered that Laura had thought of her, but she couldn’t see herself in the role of a godmother.
Such as? Clare leaned back in her chair. There was no way she could refuse. Laura Kingsway, nee Dundas, had been her best friend since they’d started school together at Mountview Elementary in Miss Goodfellow’s kindergarten class. Their friendship had weathered upheavals such as the divorce of Clare’s parents when she was nine, along with boyfriend troubles during their high school years. Though their separation due to college and careers had altered the nature of their relationship to one of phone and e-mail—in fact, the last time Clare had seen Laura was at her marriage to Dave Kingsway two years ago—they were still close.
Twin Falls. Clare had difficulty uttering her hometown’s name even in her head. She still couldn’t believe that Laura and Dave had chosen to move back there. But then, Laura hadn’t been affected by the whole sordid mess seventeen years ago in quite the same way that Clare had.
Clare shut down the computer. She was having lunch with her editor to discuss changes to her upcoming book tour to promote her second novel. It was an important meeting and one that Clare had been anticipating for several days. The book had—to Clare’s astonishment—recently made the New York Times bestseller list a mere three weeks after its launch. She just hoped today’s news wouldn’t diminish her enjoyment of the celebratory luncheon.
“SALUT!” Alix Bennett clinked her champagne flute delicately against Clare’s.
Clare took her first taste of Cristal, savoring its crisp fruitiness and thinking she could get used to the trappings of success.
“So when can we expect the next proposal?” Alix asked.
“Maybe a couple of weeks?”
Alix nodded. “Try to get it in as soon as possible. It’d be nice to be able to mention it during some of your appearances.”
“You haven’t even offered me a contract yet.”
“After the success of Growing up in Paradise I’m sure that won’t be a problem. Not after what you’ve already told me about this new one.”
“Tina really likes it,” Clare said, referring to her agent.
“Too bad she couldn’t make it for lunch today.”
“She’s unbelievably busy but promised to make the next one.”
“You mean the signing celebration for the new one?” Alix smiled.
Giddiness swept through Clare. She still had difficulty believing that all this heady success was indeed happening to her. “Assuming you buy it,” she repeated.
“Given the initial sales of Growing up in Paradise, it’s a done deal. But don’t quote me on that,” Alix said with a mischievous grin. She paused while the waiter set down their appetizers. After he left, she asked, “So, what’s new in your life these days? Aside from the dizziness of fame?”
Clare smiled. Her editor loved to tease and had a penchant for hyperbole—certainly a plus when it came to pitching a book to the honchos who made the final decisions. “My best friend just had a baby girl. She wants me to be godmother.”
“Ahh, that’s nice. And a compliment.”
“Yes. Laura and I haven’t seen each other for a couple of years. Her family lived just down the street from mine in Twin Falls. We met in kindergarten.”
“Wow! Not many people can lay claim to that kind of long friendship.”
“She married a guy from Twin Falls, too. Dave. They dated briefly in high school, then split up and got back together again in college.”
“No kidding? When I think of the guys I dated in high school, no way would I want to end up with any one of them.”
Thinking of just such a guy, Clare averted her gaze from Alix to the table. She waited for the usual uneasiness that accompanied thoughts of Gil Harper to surface but when nothing happened, she raised her head with an almost audible sigh of relief.
“You okay? Thought I’d lost you there for a sec.”
“Must be the champagne,” Clare said. “I’m not used to drinking at lunch.”
“Hey, you’d better get used to it. I see lots of celebrations ahead in your future.”
“Book sales will be good enough for me, believe me. All of this,” she gestured toward the plush interior of the Plaza, “is wonderful but not really my thing.”
“Not really mine either, frankly.” Alix put a chunk of artichoke into her mouth. “So we should enjoy while the boss is paying.”
Clare followed suit, though her appetite had waned at the unbidden memory of Gil Harper. She tried to concentrate on Alix’s patter of conversation, but her mind kept going back to the man responsible for her self-imposed exile from Twin Falls. Giving up, Clare pushed her half-eaten salad aside.
“I just had a brilliant idea,” Alix piped up as the waiter began to remove their plates.
“What?”
“The book tour’s supposed to start in a couple of weeks, right?”
Clare nodded.
“And you said this friend who wants you to be godmother still lives in your hometown?”
Another nod, accompanied by a rising dread.
“So how about an appearance right in Twin Falls? I mean, the symbolism’s perfect. A coming-of-age book based on your life in Twin Falls—”
“Loosely based,” Clare emphasized.
Alix shrugged. “Whatever. But I bet you’re not fooling anyone back home with name changes and a bit of reconstruction.”
Clare fiddled with the cutlery in front of her. “Perhaps not, but I didn’t intend to market the book as a memoir. It’s a novel. Fiction,” she added, reinforcing her argument.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s the whole human interest angle I like. Small town girl—okay, woman—makes it big writing a novel based loosely on her life in said small town. Having a book signing and interviews with local media from say, the town’s quaint bookstore—”
“There is no bookstore in Twin Falls. At least, there wasn’t one seventeen years ago.”
“Hey, things change. If no bookstore, they’ve got to have a public library. Right?”
“I’m not—” Clare hesitated. She and Alix had a friendly relationship, but they were not friends and definitely not confidantes. How could she adequately explain her reluctance to go along with such an unthinkable scheme without spilling her guts about the event that had wreaked havoc with so many lives so long ago?
“What?”
“Hmm?”
“You started to say something. Sorry, you know me. I get carried away.”
“It’s just that, I’m not sure if I’m going to take Laura up on her offer of being godmother. It’s…it’s a big commitment.” The excuse, lame to her own ears, left Alix’s mouth slightly agape.
“Seriously? But isn’t she one of your best friends?”
The arrival of the waiter with their main courses gave Clare a few seconds to put together an explanation that would save her from appearing too coldhearted. When he left, she said, “I guess I’m anxious about confronting some people. You know—people who might be offended by certain parts of the book.”
“But as you said, it’s fiction, right?”
Clare didn’t know which bothered her more: Alix’s annoying habit of using the word right constantly or her pushiness. But she did know she wanted the lunch to end as pleasantly—and as quickly—as possible. “I’ll give it some thought,” she demurred and fixed her attention on her pasta.
After a slight pause, Alix picked up her own fork. “I have to pass it through marketing anyway, but think about it.”
TWO WEEKS LATER, Clare’s fears were realized. Driving out of New York City in her rental car, she couldn’t help but wonder what quirk of fate had plunked her on this inextricable path to her past.
First there had been the tense phone call with Laura, who saw through Clare’s reservations about being godmother immediately. “Don’t pretend you’re too far away to take on the responsibilities of being a godmother to Emma when you and I both know what this is all about,” she’d said.
And when Clare had protested otherwise, Laura merely suggested it was time Clare put the past behind her. “All the clichés apply, Clare baby. Face up to it and get over it. Everyone here’s talking about your book. It’s only for a few days and it’d be so great to see you again.”
