matter, but he moved closer and tipped her chin up, a move she remembered well. “It was rude. I can admit I had preconceived notions about all this.” He waved his free hand around the gracious old house. “You’ve set me straight. I promise to keep an open mind. Generally.”
She growled.
He grinned and released her hand, and she was pretty sure a fairly good piece of her heart. But she’d learned the hard way that men were not always what they seemed.
Was that true with Cam?
Probably not, but Meredith wasn’t in a position to take chances. She’d lost her job, and probably a good share of her credibility by believing the wrong guy. She’d smartened up, but couldn’t afford more mistakes.
She’d been fooled once.
Her fault for being naive.
Letting herself get fooled twice?
Not about to happen, and definitely not in her hometown where private moments were a backyard conversation away from being common knowledge.
She led the way to the porch and helped lug Cam’s tools into the kitchen. She’d do whatever it took to guard Cam’s stuff.
She’d do even more to protect her heart.
Chapter Five
You can do this.
Eyeing the short walkway linking her car and Heather’s entry, Meredith wasn’t so sure.
She approached the door of the somewhat worn Federal-style building in Wellsville, noted the Closed Mondays sign, and hesitated.
A part of her wanted to run.
Another fraction longed to turn back the hands of time and fix things, an impossible task made harder by a guilt span of fourteen years. She raised her hand to knock, but a voice hailed her from above. “It’s open, Mere.”
She stepped out from under the overhang and looked up. “Hey, Heather.”
Heather Madigan jerked a thumb. “Come on in. Coffee’s fresh.”
Her voice and easy acceptance made Meredith feel more like a jerk, deservedly. As she let herself in, the door emitted an old, familiar squeak, a welcome whine that reminded customers of where they were.
“Same door,” she noted as Heather hurried into the room. Heather had gained weight, something she’d struggled with all through high school, but the look of cautious question in her face, her eyes, said Mere’s visit was only a little surprising.
Heather waved a hand toward the door and motioned left toward the kitchen. “I could change it, but it was always that way when Mom was running the shop. It reminds me of her.”
“Your mother was a good woman,” Meredith said softly. She faltered, then frowned in apology. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back for her service. Her funeral. It was rude.”
“Everybody gets busy, Mere.” Heather poured two mugs of coffee, grabbed out milk and sugar, then turned. “It’s understandable.”
“It wasn’t that.” Meredith figured if she was going to wipe the slate clean, best to do it now. “I just couldn’t face coming home then. Seeing people. Having them talk.”
Heather settled a look on her that mixed common sense and compassion. “You always cared too much about that. You worried Mama something fierce because she said you’d fall head over heels for the first guy with a good line that came your way because you wanted desperately to be loved.”
The truth in Sandy Madigan’s words must have shown in Meredith’s face because Heather stepped forward. “And that’s what happened, right?”
Meredith hadn’t come here to spill secrets, but Heather’s look of sympathy touched old feelings, rusty from disuse. “Let’s just say your mother’s common sense held true. Like always.” Meredith walked back to the doorway separating the salon room from the small kitchen. “It looks the same.”
Heather frowned. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”
“It is.” Meredith turned her way and inhaled. “The same scents, too. Coffee, shampoo, neutralizer.”
Heather laughed. “Brady hated that smell. He complained loud and long about how he smelled it in his shirts. In his food. How he couldn’t even go upstairs to get away from it.”
“So he left.” Meredith set the words out gently. To her surprise, Heather didn’t look all that disturbed.
“He never meant to stay, Mere. I was the one pushing, always. For a ring, then a wedding, then a family. He didn’t want any of it, but I was too young and naive to see that. Or admit it to myself.”
“How’s Rory?”
Heather’s smile broadened. “Amazing. So sweet. So smart. She’ll do more than this someday.” She spread her arms wide, indicating her attached-to-the-salon home. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Meredith pondered that comment, then pulled out a chair. “Can we talk?”
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?” Heather supposed, but she pulled out the seat opposite and sat.
Meredith leaned forward and steepled her hands. “I’m starting a business.”
Heather nodded.
“A spa.”
A shadow darkened Heather’s features as realization set in. A spa would go toe to toe with her business. “Where?”
“The Senator’s Mansion.”
“That’s like three minutes from here.”
“Yes.” Meredith nodded, then slipped a proposal out of her bag. She extended it across the table to her old high school friend. “Here’s the layout. The basic plan. Cam’s doing the work for me.” That news didn’t shock Heather, because word spread fast in small towns. Maybe the following question would be a bigger surprise. A good one, Meredith hoped. Prayed. “And I was hoping you’d go into business with me. Be my partner.”
Heather’s eyes shot up. “What?”
Meredith hesitated, with good reason. She’d stomped the dust from her hometown off her feet fourteen years past and hadn’t looked back, not even as much as a Christmas card to her old friend.
Talk about cold. Stupid and unfeeling.
Now she had a chance to right old wrongs. Isn’t that what Matt had intimated? That she needed to make amends where needed? And wasn’t that what Christ instructed the throngs that gathered to hear him speak? To forgive, go forth and sin no more.
Heather was the perfect starting point. “I’ve got a great head for business, for spa procedures, for running a large-scale shop. What I don’t have is customers.”
Her admission softened Heather’s
