Grave Risk. Hannah Alexander

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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

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