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“Do I know you?”
“My name is Raven. I live up the hill at the Freedman cottage.”
“Raven. A blackbird. Common. You’re more the exotic type, I’d think, with that wild hair and flowing dress.”
Raven laughed in agreement. “I’ve been fighting my name my entire life. You’re the first to notice.”
“Am I? Then I guess I’m not as far gone as I’d thought.” Despite the brave words, the tears behind Abby’s eyes were obvious, the slight trembling of her jaw giving away her emotions.
Raven let her have the moment, watched as she took a deep shuddering breath and glanced down at her bathing suit.
“I suppose it could be worse. At least I wore clothes this time. Now, tell me, where are we headed?”
“To the cottage for tea.”
“Let’s go, then.”
“Here, slip my shoes on first.”
“Oh, I couldn’t. What about you?”
“I’ve got tough skin.” Raven slid her feet out of open-heeled sneakers and knelt to help Abby put them on. “They’re a bit big, but we’ll have your own for you in no time at all.”
They made their way up the steep incline, Raven’s hand steady against Abby’s arm. It hurt to know that the woman beside her was being consumed by a disease that would steal her vitality and leave nothing behind but an empty shell. Why? It was a question she asked often in her job as a geriatric nurse. There was no answer. At least none that she could find, no matter how hard she prayed for understanding.
“Sometimes it just doesn’t happen the way we want.”
“What?” Startled, Raven glanced at Abby.
“Life. It doesn’t always work out the way we want it to. Sad, really. Don’t you think?”
Yes. Yes, she did think it was sad—her own life a sorry testament to the way things could go wrong. Raven wouldn’t say as much. Not to Abby with her stiff spine and desperate eyes. Not to anyone. “It can be, yes. But usually good comes from our struggles.”
“And just what good will come of me losing my marbles, I’d like to know?”
“We’ve met each other. That’s one good thing.”
“That’s true. I’ve got to admit I’m getting tired of not having another woman around the house.”
“Do you live alone?”
“No, I forget things, you know. I live with…I can’t seem to remember who’s staying with me.”
“It’s all right. The name will come to you.”
Of course, it wasn’t all right, was never all right when someone’s memory had gaping holes in it. But Abby seemed disinclined to discuss it further. Instead she gestured to the cottage that was coming into view.
“There it is. I haven’t been inside in ages. Have you lived here long?”
“I moved in this morning.”
“You remind me of the woman who used to live here.”
“Do I?”
“Thea. Such a lovely person. It’s sad. So sad.” The vague look was back in Abby’s eyes. Raven saw it as she helped her up the steps to the back door. Was someone out searching for the woman? Raven hoped so, as she had no idea where Abby lived. Nora probably knew. She’d call her after she got her guest settled.
She led Abby through the laundry room and kitchen, into the living room. “Is there anyone I should call? Someone who might be worried?”
Abby didn’t respond, just sat on the couch, lost in a world Raven wasn’t part of.
“Let’s take care of your feet, then I’ll make tea.” She cleaned and dressed the cuts, then helped Abby lie down. “Rest for a while. I won’t be long.”
Abby blinked up at her, then smiled. “You’re very kind and have a nurse’s touch.”
“I am a nurse.”
But Abby had already closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
“What do you mean, she’s gone? You’re being paid to take care of her. Not lose her.”
“She was watching TV, just as lucid as could be. Asked me to run out and get her some chocolate ice cream. I thought she’d be fine for a few minutes.”
“Martha.” Shane Montgomery stopped, raked a hand through his hair and took a calming breath. “We talked about this when I hired you. Aunt Abby cannot be left alone.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Martha’s quiet sniffles turned to deep sobs. “I thought she’d be fine. I never imagined…What if she’s gone to the lake? What if she drowns? It’ll be on me. On my head. Lord, forgive me.”
Shane bit back impatience. He didn’t deal well with hysterics and that was where Martha was heading, her round face red and wet with tears. “Let’s not panic yet. Aunt Abby has gone off before. She always comes home. There’s no reason to believe she won’t do the same this time.”
Except that Abby had gotten worse in the past months. So much worse that Shane was beginning to wonder if home was the best place for her. Unfortunately there wasn’t another option. He’d made a promise to her. He’d keep it. “Let’s call the police. Get them started on the search. Then we’ll—”
The phone rang, adding fuel to Martha’s fear. “What if it’s the police? What if she’s dead? It’ll be my fault. My fault.”
“Calm down, Martha. I won’t be able to hear above your crying.” Shane grabbed the phone on the third ring. “Hello.”
“Is this Shane Montgomery?” The voice was soft and pleasant.
“Yes.”
“My name is Raven Stevenson. I’m renting the Freedman property. Nora said you have an aunt. Abigail Montgomery.”
“That’s right.”
“She’s here at the cottage with me. I’m afraid she got a bit confused and—”
“I’ll be right there.”
Shane knew he was being rude, knew he should have given the woman a chance to speak, but his relief at knowing his aunt was safe overwhelmed his social skills. Not that he had many to begin with.
“Is she—?” Martha’s voice trembled, her wide brown eyes still overflowing with tears.
“She’s all right. I’m going to get her. Do me a favor and brew some of that tea she likes. What’s it called?”
“Chamomile?”
“That’s the one. I shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”
He knew the cottage. Had been there as a child and had no trouble finding it now. The driveway was still dirt and gravel, the house still pale yellow. Shane pulled up close to the porch and hopped out of his Mustang convertible.
The front door opened before he had a chance to take a step, and a woman walked out. Flower child. That was Shane’s first impression. Curly, untamed hair, flowy confection of a dress, and bare feet scraped and covered with dirt. He figured her to be flighty, naive, maybe a little scattered. Then he met her gaze and was surprised at the calm intelligence he saw there.
“You must be Shane.” Her voice still sounded pleasant, though decidedly cooler than it had on the phone.
“And you’re Raven.”
“Yes. Come in.” She stepped aside, allowing him to pass.
He caught a whiff of something flowery and light, heard the rustle of her dress as he brushed by, and thought of summer nights and fancy parties. Then he saw Abby and froze. She looked frail. Old.
“What am I going to do with you, Aunt Abby?”
Raven heard the pain in those words and her judgment shifted. She’d thought the man careless, unconcerned, but realized now she’d been wrong. She moved beside him, placed a hand on his arm and was surprised by a jolt of feeling. She’d thought herself immune to men, hoped herself immune.
Apparently she’d been wrong. She dropped her hand, but couldn’t resist the urge to comfort. “She’s all right. No harm was done.”
“No? I disagree. Look at her. Sleeping like a baby. How will she feel when she wakes up, not knowing where she is? Maybe not even knowing who she is?”
She sensed his frustration. He wanted to fix things, couldn’t, and was angry at his own inability. Raven could understand that. She was ready to say as much, when Abby surged off the couch, screeching, screaming, arms flailing as she lunged across the room.
“Dead! Thea’s dead!”
Chapter Two
Raven sidestepped, not quite avoiding the clawed fingers aimed at her face. Heart hammering, she moved behind the older woman, brushing against Shane who’d leaned in to help, and slipping an arm around Abby’s waist. “It’s okay, Abby. You’re dreaming. Wake up now. Your nephew is here.”
As she spoke she led Abby back to the couch and settled her onto the cushions.
“I need to go home.”
“Shane’s come to take you there.”
“Shane? Such a fine boy. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, you know.”
“Well, you’re in luck today. He’s here.” Raven wished the man would take his cue and step forward instead of watching with such concentration.
“Really?”
“Yes. Right there.”
She gestured in his direction and Shane finally got the hint, hurrying forward and placing a kiss on his aunt’s cheek.
“Aunt Abby. I’ve been worried about you.”
“Then you should have come to visit. I’ve missed you.”
“And I you. Come on, let’s go home.” He held out a hand and helped his aunt up, the look on his face more gentle than Raven would have believed possible from such a big, hard-looking man.
“Let me get some slippers for Abby’s feet.”
“I’m fine, dear. Don’t bother yourself.”
“Bare feet again, Aunt Abby? We’re going to have to do something about that. Can’t have you walking around town with your toes hanging out.” Shane smiled down at his aunt, kindly, smoothly taking the decision out of her hands.
Still, it stung. Raven could see it in the sudden coolness of Abby’s eyes. Her memory might be going, but pride still lived in the woman’s soul.
“I think I have just the thing.” Raven grabbed some sandals from the closet and held them out. “Perfect for a sunny day.”
“Lovely. Thank you, dear.”
Raven helped Abby slide her feet into the shoes, conscious of Shane’s gaze. When she straightened, she met his eyes and was surprised by the intensity she saw there. “She’s all set.”
“Thanks. I’ll return the sandals to you this evening.”
“Don’t worry about it. I won’t miss them.”
“I’ll return them.” He put a hand under Abby’s elbow and led her outside.
Raven closed the door and released the breath she’d been holding. There was something about Shane Montgomery that threw her off balance, made her jittery and tense. She didn’t like the feeling. She didn’t like it at all.
A harsh knock sounded at the door. Raven pulled it open, then stepped back. Silhouetted in the doorway Shane seemed even larger than he had before.
“I forgot to thank you. I do appreciate what you’ve done. Aunt Abby is…” His voice trailed off.
“She’s your aunt. A wonderful, strong, funny woman.”
“Yes. She is. It’s just harder to see that sometimes. Sorry about your cheek.”
His finger skimmed across her stinging flesh. Gentle, tender. Just as his touch had been with Abby.
But Raven was caregiver, not invalid, and she shifted away, uncomfortable with the gesture. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something and I’m sorry it happened. Now, I’d better get her home.”
This time Raven waited at the door until the car disappeared from sight, wondering about the man who drove it. Shane seemed both gruff and caring. Devoted to his aunt, yet already burdened by her care. Would he be the kind to turn his back when the already rocky road got rockier? Would he stick it out until Abby didn’t know him anymore? Until she didn’t know herself? Or would he be one of the few that stayed until the last breath?
Raven wouldn’t even try to guess. Shane and Abby were family, and family was something she had little experience with, something she’d come to Lakeview, Virginia, to learn about. If she dared.
Her hands trembling just a little, she walked to the phone and picked up the phone book that sat beside it. She didn’t need to read the circled number. She’d memorized it earlier, had fought with herself about whether to call. Was still fighting with herself.
