wiggled her fingers and toes. Nothing broken.
Recollection flooded over her. The fire, her cries for help, strong hands that pulled her from the burning building.
Death had almost found her in Sterling, Georgia. Not a good way to start her stay.
Rising in the bed, she grimaced when the muscles in her back protested; she stretched, hoping to ease out the kinks. Once on her feet, she parted the curtain and spied her car parked outside.
Last night seemed a blur. The doctor had given her something to help her relax. Evidently, it had taken effect before she’d arrived at the cabin.
No other motel or hotel in town. Luckily, no one had been hurt in the fire. And the man who had saved her?
She remembered the determination in his voice before they’d jumped. About the only thing she was able to clearly recall.
Brain still as fuzzy as cotton batting, she spied her purse on the nightstand and her overnight bag on the floor.
Slowly the events of the night before unfolded. Once she’d found her room at the B and B, she’d been too tired to retrieve her suitcase from the car. Instead she had dozed on the bed and awakened later, smelling smoke.
Gratitude filled her again.
Luke and his aunt—
What was her name? Bett Garrison. That was it. They’d been so kind to offer lodging.
Allison hadn’t expected their generosity or the sense of relief that washed over her now. She could have died in the fire.
A déjà vu of Drew.
She shook off the thought. This wasn’t the time or place to revisit the past.
Better to deal with the issue at hand.
Closing the curtain, Allison turned from the window and opened her suitcase. She needed to find the Garrisons to thank them for their hospitality before she headed to town to talk to the men she’d tried to contact by phone yesterday. She’d left two messages on voice mail and had arranged an interview with the only person she could reach at home.
One in three. Not good odds.
Once dressed, Allison stepped outside into the overcast morning and shuffled toward the two-story frame farmhouse, her body refusing to move at any pace but slow. A barn sat in the distance near a rolling pasture where a few head of cattle grazed.
The house had a tin roof, black shutters and a wraparound porch neatly arranged with a rattan love seat, chair and dual rockers. The surrounding hardwood trees—sweet gums, maples and oaks—wore their fall colors, from bright reds to burnt umber. The breeze fluttered through the trees, sending a shower of leaves that piled like giant confetti on the ground below.
The screen door opened and Bett welcomed her with a wide smile. Her red hair was pulled into a clip at the base of her neck. She wore jeans and a pullover sweater and looked rested and fresh.
“I was wondering how late you’d sleep. Breakfast is ready. ’Spect you’re hungry after that ordeal last night. I’ve got eggs, sausage, grits and corn bread waiting on the stove.”
“You’ve been so kind. Thank you, Bett.”
“Nice to have company to look after. Gets kind of lonely around here sometimes.” She watched as Allison crept up the porch steps. “How’s the back?”
“Much better.”
Inside, a leather couch and love seat sat in front of a floor-to-ceiling stacked stone fireplace. Hunting magazines lay neatly arranged on the coffee table, and a mounted deer head hung over the mantel. Definitely a man’s room.
A second door led to an area off the kitchen where a round oak pedestal table, covered with a linen cloth, was set for four.
“Sit there, dear.” Bett pointed to a chair and reached for the coffeepot.
“Luke will be downstairs in a minute. We home-school Shelly, and he’s helping her with today’s lesson.”
“So it’s just the three of you?”
“That’s right. My brother—Luke’s dad—passed away about ten years ago. And Luke’s mother died shortly after Shelly was born.”
Seems Bett didn’t have a problem discussing their deaths. “I’m sorry.”
“The Lord knows what He’s doing even when we don’t understand.”
Allison wished she could be half as positive when it came to anything to do with God.
Bett poured coffee into a mug and handed it to Allison. The rich aroma of the fresh brew, mixed with the smell of corn bread and sausage, was making her mouth water. She blew into the hot liquid and took a sip, feeling at ease in the comfortable kitchen.
A door opened behind her. Allison turned, and just that quickly, her sense of serenity vanished, replaced with a nervous tingle that warmed her from the inside out.
Luke stood in the doorway. Lean and lanky with broad shoulders that filled out the plaid shirt tucked into well-worn jeans.
“Come on now, Shelly,” he called. “The lady won’t hurt you.”
Glancing into the kitchen, he flashed a smile at Allison that caused her cheeks to burn.
“Shelly’s shy around strangers,” he explained.
Which was exactly the way Allison was feeling at the moment.
“How’s your back?” he asked.
“Probably better than your arm,” she said, returning his smile.
“Then we’re both in good shape.” Even from across the room, she could see the twinkle in his eyes.
As they spoke, a girl shyly peeked at Allison from the hallway beyond the open door. Slender like her aunt with the same red hair. At first glance, Shelly appeared to be about sixteen, but as she stepped forward, Allison noted her innocent facial expressions and the faraway look in her eyes. Undoubtedly, she was a special child with a mental age much younger than her actual years.
“Go on, now,” Luke encouraged, his hand nudging her into the room.
With a reassuring nod from her brother, Shelly shuffled toward the table. She favored her left leg, causing a lateral swing to her gait.
Once she was seated, Luke grabbed her napkin from the table, shook it open and placed it over her lap. “Remember your manners, darlin’, and eat like the little lady you are.”
Shelly’s eyes crinkled, but her mouth refused to smile.
Luke’s gaze was warm, and Allison could see the deep affection he had for his sister.
Standing at the stove, Bett fixed a plate and placed it in front of Shelly.
“How ’bout you, Allison? Two links or three?” Bett held the spatula poised
