shrugged, telling him the short version of the story. The version that didn’t include Dylan. “I think Bill realized it was time to let the horse go.”
Rachel moved next to her husband. “And the memories.”
“Yes, the memories.” Harmony smiled.
“We wanted to check on you and make sure everything is okay out here. If you need anything at all, let us know.” Wyatt made the same offer he’d made days ago when she first arrived in Dawson.
“I know where to find you,” Harmony repeated her line from that conversation. “And church starts at eleven.”
Rachel smiled at that. “I think she’s got it, Wyatt.”
“I know she does.” Wyatt shrugged and looked a little sheepish. “But you’re here alone and your dad...”
A guilty flush tinted his cheeks.
“My dad wants to make sure I’m okay. I know.”
Wyatt didn’t smile this time. “We’re all family here, Harmony. I think we all want to know that you’re okay.”
“I appreciate that, Wyatt, I really do. And I promise I’ll call if I need anything.”
He slipped an arm around his wife. Harmony felt the tiniest twinge of envy at the easy gesture. She wondered how it would feel to be part of a couple, part of a team. But she wouldn’t know because she wouldn’t allow herself a relationship, not a real one, not for a very long time. Not until she was positive she could do this life thing without letting anyone else down.
Rachel stepped away from Wyatt and gave her a quick hug. “I’m just about a mile down the road if you ever want coffee.”
“That’s an invitation I won’t turn down. Thank you.” She heard the quick laughter from across the field, Dylan and the children again. She pretended not to notice and smiled at the couple standing in front of her. “And Dylan came by earlier. He offered to help out if I need anything. It just made sense, because we live so close.”
Wyatt gave her a steady, questioning look and she wanted to look away. Of course Wyatt, long a resident of Dawson, remembered her adversarial relationship with Dylan Cooper. She smiled and hoped he wouldn’t ask questions.
“That’s good of Dylan. He’s had a lot on his shoulders and I’m sure he could use the help, too.”
“He seems to be handling parenthood.” The easy words slipped out, because it was the truth. “But I’m here if he needs anything.”
Wyatt’s face wavered between curious and concerned, but he shrugged and then offered an easy smile. “There’s another reason I stopped by today.”
“Okay.”
“I want to start a recovery program.”
Harmony bit down on her lip and nodded, unsure what to say. She was involved in a program that offered anonymity. She craved it because for a long time it seemed as if everyone knew that Harmony Cross was addicted to prescription drugs. Did they know how easy it was to get those drugs? A toothache, headache, stomach pain, the list was endless. No one really asked questions. No one delved deeper. And when the prescriptions ran out, an addict knew how to find the person with pills to sell.
“Harmony, I know this is tough.” Wyatt had shifted his arm from his wife’s waist and now held her hand but his direct gaze focused on Harmony’s face. “I know that you came here to shed the focus people were putting on your life, the attention and probably some suffocation by people who mean well.”
She smiled at that. “You have talked to my parents.”
“I understand how much you want to hide and how much you want people to stop asking if they can help or if you’re okay.”
“Bingo.” She hoped that didn’t sound too harsh. She knew Wyatt’s first wife had committed suicide, leaving him to raise two little girls alone and deal with the loss of a woman he loved.
“It isn’t easy to get back to life.” Wyatt looked down at Rachel. “Sometimes we need a person who leads us back into the light.”
“I’m not looking for a person.” The answer came easily. “I’m not ready for relationships. I’m not ready to step in front of a group of well-meaning church people and tell them I’m an addict.”
“I think you’ll find this group of people pretty supportive and ready to help each other through some tough times.”
“I know,” she said. “But I need time. I’ve had all of the sermons thrown at me. God allowed this to happen to get me back in church. Or if I hadn’t walked away from God, this wouldn’t have happened.” The one that hurt the most was that God had a reason for taking her best friend. Not her. “I believe, Wyatt, I’ve just had a pretty big crisis in faith. I was hoping if I came back here...”
Wyatt filled in the rest. “That God would be waiting?”
“Something like that. I thought I’d find the old Harmony, the person I used to be.”
“I think you will. I remember her as a girl who never backed down.”
She hoped she’d be that person again. “The one question I really need answered is, why Amy? Why not me?”
She hadn’t planned to say the words out loud. She shook her head, blinking away the quick sting of tears. Wyatt started toward her but she backed away because one touch and she’d lose it, the way she’d been close to losing it for days. Amy, her best friend, had been one of the kindest, most decent people Harmony had known.
“No one on this earth has that answer, Harmony, and I’m not going to try to guess the reason. But I do know that God has a plan for your life, and that plan isn’t for you to give up.”
“Thank you.” She wiped at her eyes and managed a weak smile. “I’m not sure if I can say I’m glad you stopped by.”
“I don’t blame you. And I’ll let you know when we start this group. In case you change your mind.”
And then they left, waving goodbye as they climbed in the truck.
She waved back and headed for the house. She made it to the front porch and sat down on one of the old rocking chairs that had been recently painted a pretty poppy color. Her mother loved bright colors.
The chairs matched the brightly colored geraniums and gerbera daisies blooming in the flower beds. Everything looked cheerful. It looked the way it had years ago when she’d spent happy summers here.
She rocked, enjoying the soft, late summer breeze that blew across the porch, cooling the air. There were no more sounds of laughter from across the field.
Only silence.
For a moment it felt like peace. And in the midst of that peace she remembered that she had just aligned herself with Dylan Cooper. She guessed eventually she’d have to tell him that she was accepting his offer.
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Dylan
