a few minutes of peeling and arranging, Shelby murmured, “This is nice. It makes me sort of miss my mom, though. She and I always cooked together.”
“My mother and I were a disaster together,” Amelia admitted. “She never thought I did anything right.”
“That’s too bad,” Shelby said sympathetically.
Amelia sighed. “She was right about some things. I married a handsome rodeo cowboy I’d known for all of two weeks, suffered two miserable years of marriage, then left him when he actually hit me once. In the meantime, my grandparents died within a few years of each other and I inherited this place. I was glad to tuck my tail between my legs and come here to live.”
“You’ve created a wonderful B and B,” Shelby said sincerely. “You make all your guests feel welcome.”
“It’s because I’m happy. I learned home is truly where the heart is, and this is mine.”
For a minute Shelby wanted desperately to bare her soul to Amelia and to tell her of her own past mistakes and her present quest. She hesitated, the phone rang and the moment was lost.
That was probably better anyway. She didn’t want the information about her search leaking. If her birth mother still lived here, she didn’t want to expose her to the embarrassment of her neighbors knowing about the child she’d given up twenty-nine years ago.
After having her own child and losing it, albeit to death, she didn’t want to cause pain to anyone else. Setting the finished tray in the fridge, Shelby waved to the other woman and went to her room.
She considered the old records in the attic at Beau’s office. They might tell her everything she needed to know without her having to search for a living person.
Tomorrow she would start work for Beau Dalton. She would ask him about going through the records for the Historical Society and volunteer to dispose of them. She considered this plan from all angles and decided it had no problems that she could see.
A picture of intense blue eyes flashed into her mind, eyes that seemed to see right inside her at times. She would have to compose her request beforehand so that she didn’t stumble over the words and arouse his suspicions.
She wondered if he believed her story of finding out about the position here over the Internet.
It was true…as far as it went.
But, of course, it wasn’t the whole story. She’d known exactly where she was going to look for a job.
The town was the only thing she knew about her birth mother. A copper bracelet had been forgotten and left at the birthing clinic. It had been made by a Nez Perce family and sold through a gift shop here in Lost Valley. The nurse had put it with her belongings when her adoptive parents had come to pick her up.
Shelby removed the bracelet from her small jewelry carrier, a velvet roll-up bag with several pockets her aunt, one of her father’s sisters, had given her at graduation years ago. The copper gleamed brightly in the afternoon light from the window. Its polished stones were engraved with intricate symbols, similar to Egyptian scarabs but using birds and plants for models.
She didn’t think her parents had been Native American, but that was a possibility. After considering wearing the bracelet, she reluctantly put it away. She had no idea whether anyone might recognize it, but she wasn’t ready to take that chance. Not yet.
With a rueful smile, she admitted she’d learned caution in her old age. Her birth mother must have learned it, too.
The lines from a poem studied long ago came to her.
I was young, as was my heart;
And I followed where it led—
Followed my heart and not my head,
Those days
When I was young, as was my heart.
Some wistful part of her longed to be that young, confident girl again, excited about life and all that it could hold.
A more cynical part of her scoffed at the idea.
She knew which part to believe.
Chapter Three
S helby didn’t like the way her insides got all in a knot when she parked at the far end of the paved area beside the Lost Valley Medical Clinic. The first day on a new job was always nerve-racking, but she’d worked with many doctors in many situations at the hospital in her hometown. Today was no different from any other.
Except that she would be working with Beau Dalton and her reasons weren’t purely medical.
Well, she couldn’t sit in the car all day. Still, she hesitated for another few seconds. Scolding herself for being a coward, she climbed out of her subcompact station wagon and went inside.
“Hi,” Beau greeted from the door to his office. “I was wondering if you were going to come inside or if you’d changed your mind already.”
The receptionist wasn’t in sight, so Shelby assumed they were alone. Perhaps this was an opportunity to mention the old files. She took a calming breath, then started. “I haven’t changed my mind. In fact, I’ve been sent on a mission here.”
He gestured toward his office. “We have a few minutes. Come in and tell me about it.”
She glanced over his bookcases and briefly studied the diplomas and plaques that doctors acquired during their years of training. He’d taken courses in both diagnostics and surgery procedures, making him well qualified for a general practice in a small town.
“Do you approve?” he asked in some amusement.
“Very much. Are you planning on doing surgery here?”
“Only for emergencies. I have arrangements with a surgeon in Boise to perform scheduled operations. You were going to tell me about your mission?”
“Oh, yes.” She explained about the Historical Society and its needs.
“The old records,” he murmured, his eyes on her. “The attic is full of ’em. You know, that’s a good idea. I’ll help you go through them so we don’t miss any of the founding fathers and mothers, then we’ll shred the files.”
She was sure he didn’t realize he was staring at her while he considered, but she was very aware of that deep blue gaze burning holes in her skin. Electricity zinged along every nerve, so much so that she hardly registered his decision to help her. Then it hit her.
“Oh,” she said. “Uh, you don’t have to help. I mean, all that dust to be stirred up. And it’ll probably take a lot of time.”
He merely nodded. “It’ll be interesting, checking the old records. I’m familiar with most of the original families, so that should speed things along.”
She realized to protest further would arouse suspicion. He was too quick on the uptake to deceive. Not that she was doing anything wrong. At least she didn’t think she was. So why did she feel sneaky and underhanded?
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