up your dream for someone else’s?”
“I was needed. Having loved ones who need you isn’t such a bad thing. Besides, I got a job here in town as the school nurse.”
“And how about Noelle? Did she ever have to give up her dreams and career and join the family business?”
He heard the censure in his own voice a fraction of a second before annoyance registered in Jill’s expression.
Suddenly, this was not boding well for a comfortable reunion. Maybe they did need to rehash ancient history. Or maybe that history wasn’t so ancient.
Jill felt the prickle of antagonism make a flying leap up her scalp. “You already apologized for being a jerk, Rex. Why do I get the feeling you didn’t really mean it?”
“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was going to say that.”
“You didn’t realize it? My little sister lost her mom before she was old enough to understand the meaning of death.”
“You lost your mother, too.”
“I was eight years older than Noelle. She got stuck with me—a bully of an older sister and a very poor substitute for a set of parents—because, in truth, our father pretty much abandoned us emotionally from that point on.”
“You never told me that.”
“I was ashamed to admit it even to myself at the time.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“No, you shouldn’t have, but you did.” She paused beneath a willow tree, arms crossed. “I’ve got a good rant going and I want to finish it for once. I realize you always resented Noelle because her need for love interfered in our relationship—”
“You’re right, and I was very wrong—”
“But in truth, for her sake, I should never have gone away.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t agree with that. You’re saying you should never have become a nurse?”
Jill hesitated. “I left home too soon. She wasn’t ready to be abandoned by the person she needed the most. I could have put nursing school on hold for a couple of more years.”
“And yet, you’d already put your life on hold for three years after graduating from high school, watching all your friends go away to college.”
“I went to college.” She could hear the defensiveness in her own voice.
“You drove to School of the Ozarks at Point Lookout for classes, then back home at night to be with Noelle.”
“I got the preliminaries out of the way.” He was still itching for a fight, was he? She could give him one. Strangely, though, she didn’t really want one. Not with him. “Not everyone has to leave home as soon as they graduate high school.”
“You’re trying to tell me you were the only person who could take care of Noelle? At that time you did have extended family.”
Jill wasn’t prepared to explain to him about the concern she’d had for Noelle’s safety at that time in their lives. Would Noelle still even be alive if I hadn’t been so obsessed for her welfare? That was a time when my OCD came in handy, hard as it’s always been.
“You made that sacrifice because of your unique ability to love,” Rex said, as if he’d read something of her thoughts in her expression—much as he used to do. “Few people I know have that ability.”
The sudden gentleness in his tone undercut her momentum. She paused and looked at him, and felt an unwanted pang of regret.
What if they hadn’t broken the engagement?
Chapter Ten
Fawn was halfway between the dock and the street when she saw a familiar head of blond hair poking up over the railing of the pastel-blue gazebo. The tiny structure was surrounded by a riot of red and yellow flowers held in place by a bricked flower bed. It was Fawn’s favorite gazebo.
She stepped to the small, round picnic shelter and paused. “Sheena?”
The woman raised her head and peered over the railing.
“How’re you doing?” Fawn asked. Sheena looked as if she hadn’t slept much. She had such a sensitive nature, and events like Edith’s death and the awful experience Saturday would have left her upset for days. Kind of like Blaze, Fawn guessed.
Sheena shook her head. “I couldn’t go, you know.”
“To the funeral? I know. I didn’t see you there. Your parents were there, though, and it was a packed house.”
Sheena nodded, her gaze returning to the surface of the lake, where a flock of wild geese came in for a noisy landing.
Fawn stepped up into the gazebo and sat down next to her friend on the wooden bench. “Hey, are you okay?”
Sheena hugged herself, still staring out across the lake, the water now momentarily gray under the shadow of a passing thunderhead. A fitting day for a funeral, Fawn thought.
“How’d you do it?” Sheena asked, still staring at the lake. “You seem to…I don’t know…handle things so well. I mean, I know what you went through.” She didn’t look at Fawn, but shuddered. “Your mom disowned you, and yet you’re happy.”
“Sure I am.” Fawn gestured around them. “Look at this great town we live in. And Karah Lee and Bertie practically smother me with love. Even Taylor treats me like a favorite niece.” Though she wondered how long that would last after the wedding. Sure, Taylor was a good guy and all that, but still…
“You’re not bitter.” Sheena did look at her then, lowering her voice, though no one could hear them. “I heard you were…that your stepfather…”
Fawn sighed. Even though she was making peace with her past, she still had trouble talking about it sometimes. “Raped me?”
“Yes. That’s just so horrible.”
“But it isn’t something that’s happening now. You can live with a lot of things when you can convince yourself it’s over. It isn’t like I’m going to crumble.”
“But your own stepfather,” Sheena said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“My mother could really pick ’em.”
“And then when you ran away to Las Vegas, you had to…you know…support yourself by…” Sheena’s face flushed.
“Man, oh, man, a girl can’t keep anything a secret around here,” Fawn said.
“You mean you really did that?”
“I was a hooker. Yeah.” Fawn ignored the shocked expression on her friend’s face. People freaked way too easily about
