did Rory tell you he’d bought the place next door to us?” Kate asked when she stood to leave.
“No. What place?”
“The Mulholland land.”
The land had belonged to Kate’s mother-in-law. Kate’s first husband had grown up there. Kris had been several years older than she, a Vietnam vet suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. One minute he would be fine; the next, he would change into an angry, suspicious man lost in the jungles of his mind, sure the enemy was near and searching for him and his family. It had been eerie. The marriage had ended in Kris’s suicide. Kate deserved all the happiness she now had.
“Will Rory live in the house?” Shannon asked, curious since she’d recently had the ancient foreman’s cabin on the Windraven Ranch, across the creek from the Mulholland house, remodeled, and had planned to move in over Christmas.
Oh. She was supposed to be out of her apartment in town by the first of the year. “My apartment,” she began.
“Megan and I finished moving the last of your things and cleaned it. It’s all been taken care of. Your SUV is stored in the garage at the new place, too. Sorry. I should have told you earlier so you wouldn’t worry.”
“I’d forgotten until this moment.” Shannon lifted a hand to her temple.
Kate touched her shoulder, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Your mind is fine. Quit worrying.”
“It isn’t my mind I’m worried about, not really.”
“Oh, honey.” Kate hugged her fiercely, her protective, nurturing nature familiar and comforting. “We can only wait and see how things turn out. It’s hard, I know. You’ve been terribly brave.”
“Hardly. I wanted to ask, has anyone else come to visit that you know of?”
“Like a certain young attorney who’s new in town?” Kate teased. Her voice became serious. “Not that I know, but Jess said the sheriff had ordered no visitors other than immediate family. He had a deputy outside your door twenty-four hours a day during the week you were in a coma. He’s been pretty worried about you.”
“I guess he thought the robber would sneak in and smother me or something,” she scoffed, trying not to recall that Rory had somehow gotten in to see her.
Couldn’t Brad have found a way?
Maybe. If he’d loved her.
There were a lot of ifs in her life just now. She would have to take each day as it came. But she would be okay. She was sure of it.
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