“I’ll be back soon.”
“Come right away if you see smoke rising in the sky.”
“Promise.”
He went downstairs. As he entered the living room, he heard laughter. Amy sat next to Claire, watching intently as Nicole’s sister carefully signed the story in the picture book on her lap. Her movements were studied, but she got all the words right. When his daughter signed the word good, Claire laughed again.
“You’re a good teacher,” she said slowly.
Amy signed, “Good student.”
Claire reached out and hugged her.
Amy went easily into her arms.
Wyatt was unimpressed. Claire might be able to fool a child, but he knew better. She wasn’t going to be able to suck him in so easily.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE FOLLOWING MORNING Claire waited until she was sure Wyatt wasn’t going to show up, then made breakfast herself and carried it upstairs. She found her sister awake, which was a surprise. Every time she’d checked on Nicole the previous day, she’d been asleep, or pretending to sleep.
“You’re still here, I see,” Nicole said by way of greeting.
“Are you always this crabby in the morning, or is it me bringing out the worst in you?”
“You get all the credit.”
“Lucky me.”
She set the tray on the nightstand. Nicole looked over the simple meal.
“Thank you,” she said through obviously gritted teeth.
Claire was so proud, she could have floated. “The oatmeal is really good. I made it myself.”
“Two ingredients, including water. Very impressive.”
Claire refused to let her sister’s sarcasm spoil her happy mood. This was her first real breakfast and it had turned out with only one try. Yay, her. Today oatmeal, tomorrow, a sandwich!
Nicole reached for the bowl. “I thought maybe you were leaving.”
“No, sorry. I’m here until you’re back on your feet.” She thought about Jesse’s unexplained absence. “Unless you want me to call Jesse and ask her to come.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
Nicole’s gaze turned icy. “Jesse is not welcome here.”
Okay, so there was a problem. Claire had already guessed as much. “When did you two stop speaking?”
“I’m not discussing this with you.”
“What did she do?”
“What part of my previous statement didn’t you understand? She’s a born liar and a cheat. She lied to you about me wanting you here and she—” Nicole dropped her spoon back into the bowl. “Just go.”
Claire assumed she meant from the bedroom rather than the house. Either way she stayed in place. “She’s just a kid.”
“She’s twenty-two and you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Claire wanted to understand the problem, but she had a feeling that pushing wasn’t going to help. “You need to eat something. You’ll get better faster if you do.”
“Motivation. That’s good.” She took a small taste of the oatmeal. “Brown sugar?”
“Uh-huh.”
Nicole ate a little more while Claire hovered in the doorway. She wanted to go sit down, but that felt too intrusive.
The whole situation was crazy, she told herself. Why did things have to be so awkward? Although she knew the answer, she wanted it to be different. She wanted them to be different.
“Why aren’t you on tour?” Nicole asked as she reached for her coffee. “Is that what you do with your day? Play piano for people? Won’t your adoring fans miss you?”
Claire stiffened. Without wanting to, she remembered her last performance. The heat of the lights, the pressure in her ears, the murmur of the crowd and most of all, the tightness in her chest.
She’d been unable to catch her breath, and had walked out on stage, feeling as if she was going to have a heart attack and die. She’d been unable to focus on her playing. There had only been the thundering of her heart and the knowledge that she would collapse at any second.
She’d played badly because of it, she thought, recalling the humiliation. While she might play the same music over and over again, she always remembered that for her audience, this was a special event. They’d taken time from their busy lives, bought a ticket and come to see her. She owed them her best. That night she’d failed. Then she’d collapsed and had to be helped off the stage.
Shame filled her. She’d failed publicly. She’d let the panic win. Worse, she didn’t know how to keep it from winning.
“I didn’t mean for the question to be so hard,” Nicole said.
“I’m taking a break,” she murmured.
Nicole’s cell phone rang. She reached for it. “Hey, Sid. What’s up?” She paused, then groaned. “You have to be kidding. No, no. I understand.” Her gaze settled on Claire. “No way. Are you serious? But do you remember—Fine. It’s your call. I’ll tell her.”
Nicole hung up, then looked at Claire. “We have a problem at the bakery.”
Claire thought about the tumbling bag of salt and wondered what other damage it had done. “Which is?”
“Our two morning clerks called in sick. There’s no one to work the front counter. Normally I would fill in or ask Jesse, but neither of those are possible. You’re going to have to do it.”
“What? What do you mean?”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “What was unclear? Work the counter. Take money for goods. Don’t panic. There’s no actual math involved. The cash register does that for you. Just take their money and give them change. Even you can do that.”
Claire didn’t want to. She really didn’t want to.
The potential to screw up seemed huge. But Nicole needed her.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.”
“Fine. Stay away from the back.”
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Claire had changed and was heading to her car. She walked outside only to find Jesse leaning against her rental.
“Hey,
