he could afford. “I usually work as a librarian. I’m on sabbatical, and my father needed a hand.”
“Really?” Interest lit Mrs. Fisher’s eyes. “And how long do you plan to stay on the island?”
“Depends.” India’s breath grew short. “We don’t know how much business we’ll find for my father.”
“Maybe you’d like to help me out if you have some free time in the evenings. We have a volunteer program.” Mrs. Fisher lifted a stack of books onto the counter. “I just don’t have a volunteer to man it at the moment.”
“Volunteer?”
“Yes. Unless you’re too tired in the evenings?”
“No.” Drawn to the work she loved best, India leaped at the chance for more contact with the people who lived in this community with Colleen. “I’d love to help. My father might be able to spare me for a couple of hours some days, too.”
“Good. Drop by the library tomorrow—” Mrs. Fisher broke off as a gleaming car braked at the curb next to the stall.
Hard to miss that car, or the girl who climbed out to stand, impossibly tall, unexpectedly uncertain. She’d washed that purple right out of her hair. With the palest brown cap of silky strands hugging her chin, she looked exactly like pictures of India’s mother at fifteen.
India gripped the pole supporting the library booth. She should run for all their lives. This slender child, teetering on the razor blade of adolescence was definitely the daughter she’d given up.
Warmth, as big and bright as the sun, and twice as powerful, exploded in India’s chest. She wrapped her arms around herself as if she could contain the astounding happiness that burst and blossomed to life inside her. She felt the same compulsion she’d had the day Colleen was born, to count all her fingers and toes, to make sure she was all right. And just as she hadn’t then, she couldn’t now. India moved her head from side to side. How could this happen?
“Hi.” The girl twined her fingers in front of her. “My name is Colleen Stephens.”
India managed a stunned nod. “I figured.” She cleared roughness from her throat. Her heart pounded a drum solo. “I met your father.”
“He told me.” With an apparent eye for reinforcements, Colleen looked back at the car.
Her reminder of the boy who waited behind the steering wheel dragged India back to reality in a heartbeat. “You came with him?” she asked before she knew she was going to.
Colleen blushed. “Chris isn’t always like he was that night at the festival.” She swallowed hard and stared at Mrs. Fisher until the older woman moved to the back of her booth. Colleen thrust out her hand, offering to shake. “I just wanted to thank you.”
India spiked a swift glance over Colleen’s shoulder. Did Jack know she was out with Chris? She took her daughter’s hand. It felt small and warm and totally vulnerable.
Her heart contracted. Chris could hurt this child so easily, and she didn’t even recognize the danger. Protective instincts rose in India, as strong as if she’d raised Colleen from day one. Instincts she had to check.
“Colleen!” A tall white-haired man’s sharp voice made the girl jump.
“Grandpa,” she said, turning around.
“I take it you’re with him?” The man tilted a contemptuous chin at Chris, and India swallowed a cheer.
“You’re embarrassing me.” Colleen looked stealthy. “He’s not a bad guy.”
Her grandpa shared India’s doubts, but he broadcast them, not caring Colleen had left the car door open. “Has that boy had anything to drink today?”
“No.” A quick blush reddened her skin. “We had a Coke after school. He’s not like that.”
“All the same, I’ll take you home.” The man looked at India. “You must be Miss Stuart.”
“My grandfather, Hayden Mason.” Colleen rammed her hands into her pockets. “I’m not coming home with you, Grandpa. I’m old enough to take a ride from a friend without you calling the angst police.”
“I have no idea who the angst police might be, young woman, but I’m taking you home. Say goodbye to Miss Stuart.”
“India.”
He looked startled, and India realized he welcomed her contribution to the conversation no more than his grand-daughter’s. “India, then. Colleen, I’m busy this afternoon. Come now.”
Colleen twisted her mouth in a frown India recognized. It usually came just before her mother put her foot down so hard the house rumbled. But Colleen gathered her wits with a wary look at Mrs. Fisher. “Goodbye, Chris,” she called, a hint of panic edging her voice.
Without another word, he yanked her door shut and squealed away on smoking tires. India planted her feet firmly on the ground, instead of comforting Colleen, who broke her heart with a forlorn expression.
Colleen followed her stern grandparent as he turned, but she looked back at India. Defiance and a puzzled awareness struggled in her eyes. India dragged herself to her full height. If she couldn’t stay out of Colleen’s life without looking like a cyclone victim, she needed to leave. Colleen offered a halfhearted smile and lifted one hand that quickly flopped back to her side as her grandfather reached for her other sleeve.
India waved back, but Colleen looked away so fast, India wasn’t even sure she saw. Realizing her daughter had truly come and gone, India shivered, finally feeling the cold air that snaked into her heavy sweater. She stopped waving and wrapped her arms around her waist.
“Great. I’ve turned into Granny Clampett.”
Mrs. Fisher leaned across the booth’s counter. “I didn’t know anyone your age ever saw that program.”
“JUST TALK TO HIM, DAD,” Colleen whispered through the small opening in her doorway. “I’ll never be able to show my face in front of my friends.”
“What friends? Even you said Mrs. Fisher and India Stuart were the only ones close enough to hear.
“And Chris.”
“Chris is out-of-bounds to you. He’s too old, and he tried to hurt you.”
“No one understands him except me.”
“I understand him, and that’s why I’ve told you to stay away. I need to be able to trust you, Colleen.”
“Trust me? If you did, you wouldn’t set Grandpa on me. Did you have him follow me after school?”
Jack almost laughed, but her frustration made him empathetic. Mary had told him how strict Hayden could be. “No, but he can’t walk away when he sees you doing something dangerous.”
“I don’t want him here if he’s going to embarrass me like that. He was worse than you.”
Jack really had to hold back a grin. Maybe he owed Hayden some gratitude.
