RaeAnne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Volume One: Blackberry Summer\Woodrose Mountain\Sweet Laurel Falls (42 page)

“Sure. If I'm not here to help you, Claire should be or one of our other resident beaders. You think about what kind of earrings your mom likes and we'll look through the books and come up with some killer designs.”

“Something easy, though, right?”

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks. That's really nice of you.” Hannah's sweet smile transformed her rather plain, round features into someone young and bright and pretty. “I don't have much money, though. I can probably only make one pair.”

“We'll figure something out. We've probably got some overstock we can swing a good deal on.” If Claire objected—though Evie knew she wouldn't—Evie had samples from her own huge inventory of beads she would be willing to donate to the cause.

“I'll see you later, okay?”

The girl smiled again, looking much happier than she'd been earlier. “Great. Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

She headed for the door and reached to pull the handle just as it was pushed in from the other side and Katherine Thorne walked into the store.

Evie's stomach plummeted, all her angst of the long, sleepless night returning in spades.

While Katherine always looked elegant and put-together, from her streaky ash-blond hair, cut in a chin-length bob, to her strappy sandals and blush-painted toenails, the last three months since her granddaughter's accident had definitely taken a toll. She was thinner than ever, her sixty-year-old skin showing a few more wrinkles.

The little happy buzz Evie had been enjoying at the prospect of helping a very needy young girl make a birthday present to lift her mother's spirits fizzled away. Saying no to Brodie Thorne had been as easy as adding beads to a basic earring headpin, something she could do in her sleep. Katherine's inevitable disappointment was a different matter altogether.

Hannah brushed by her with a flash of that hesitant smile, and Katherine closed the door behind her while Evie tried to come up with some excuse to avoid her dear friend. She could always use the other customers as a reason but with Hannah gone, that left only the two young mothers who, unfortunately, seemed perfectly at ease poring over magazines while their children giggled in the play space.

Evie was stuck. With as much grace as she could muster, she greeted Katherine with their customary warm embrace, sweet with the scent of blooming fresh-cut flowers from the Estée Lauder Beautiful fragrance Katherine used. The other woman felt fragile somehow, her bones sharp and defined. She wasn't eating like she should, Evie fretted. How much more of a burden would Katherine take on after her granddaughter returned to Hope's Crossing for rehab?

“How was your trip, my dear?” Katherine asked.

She pulled away. “Great. They had big crowds this year and people were actually willing to spend money again.”

“I did that show once or twice and always loved it.”

She didn't seem angry. No yelling or asking how Evie could disappoint her like that. Maybe she didn't know what Brodie had asked of her—or that Evie had refused.

No. She couldn't believe that. Katherine had a purposeful look in her eyes and Evie wasn't naive enough to think she was only here to look at beads.

They traded pleasantries for a few more moments until Evie could barely wade through the murky currents of subtext between them.

Finally she sighed. “All right. Have pity on me, Kat. You might as well come out with it. Brodie knows exactly what he's doing, doesn't he, sending you in as his reinforcement?”

Katherine sniffed. “I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Ha.” Evie straightened some of the inventory hanging on the wall, just to keep her hands busy and for an outlet to the tension in her shoulders. This was what had kept her restless and uneasy through the night, this terrible fear that she would be forced to choose between her self-preservation or losing a dear, dear friend.

In a way, Katherine had become a surrogate mother to her. After Cassie's death, their email correspondence had provided a spark of life, of hope. When Katherine encouraged Evie to come to Colorado for a few weeks as her guest, she had jumped at the chance and instantly fallen in love with the town and the people here.

Most of them, anyway.

“You want me to believe Brodie didn't send you.”

“No. In fact, he told me not to come.”

“Yet here you are.”

“Only because we're desperate, my dear. Brodie and I both want the absolute best care available for Taryn. Surely you can understand that.”

Oh, she hated this. “Any parent would want the same.”

“You're the best,” Katherine said simply. “Can you blame us for wanting your help?”

“Whatever I might have once been is a long road away. That's not me anymore, Katherine. I'm a beader. I make jewelry.”

“I thought you might make an exception in this case, if not for Brodie than maybe for me and especially for Taryn.”

The tension in Evie's shoulders tightened to a fine and exquisite pain. No wonder Katherine made such a good Hope's Crossing Town Council member. She knew exactly which buttons to push.

“Not fair,” she murmured.

“I know.” Katherine looked unapologetic. “My son is not the only ruthless one in the Thorne family.”

Evie was trapped in an unwinnable dilemma. Refuse and hurt a dear friend. Accept and hurt herself.

Claire's approach was a welcome reprieve. “Katherine! I didn't hear you come in. Hello, darling! How's Taryn?” she asked instantly.

Katherine aimed a quick look at Evie and then turned back to Claire. Evie's tension tightened a few more screws.

“She's coming home at the end of the week.”

Claire's mouth sagged open and a fierce joy lit up her lovely, serene features. “You're kidding! I never heard a word. This is fabulous! We need to celebrate! Fireworks, confetti. Throw a parade or something!”

Katherine shook her head slightly, squeezing Claire's fingers. “I'm afraid we're not breaking out the champagne yet. The doctors and therapists in Denver are basically kicking her out of the rehab center, saying they've done all they can with her. She's become what the experts call a recalcitrant patient.”

A little of Claire's ebullience faded but she was enough of a natural optimist that Evie could tell she wouldn't let that minor setback completely dim her happiness. “Well, it will be wonderful to have her back in Hope's Crossing anyway, right? What can we do? Do you have any idea yet what Brodie's going to need help with at first?”

Claire's instant willingness to step forward, no matter the cost, left Evie feeling small and ashamed. That was always her friend's way, always thinking about what she could do to help someone else. As much as she loved Claire, sometimes she privately thought her friend carried that whole give-of-yourself thing a little too far.

Katherine hugged the other woman again. “We don't know yet. We have so many details to figure out. We've been looking ahead to this day for some time. Over the last month or so, Brodie has been having Paul Harris do some work on the house, knock out a couple walls to put in a roll-in shower, install a couple of ramps, a lift system, that sort of thing.”

Katherine's gaze slanted quickly toward Evie. That tension gripped her and she drew in a ragged breath.
Here we go.

“Actually, we're trying to persuade Evie to help us set up a home-based rehab program.”

Claire gasped, her eyes bright. “Oh, brilliant!”

“That's exactly what Brodie and I think. I'm afraid Evie isn't as convinced.”

Claire's gaze zinged from one of them to the other and Evie knew precisely the moment she picked up the undercurrents of tension seething between them.

“Is it the store?” she asked. “If that's the case, don't you worry about us for a moment, Evie. I know I said you're a beading rock star and all that but we can get along here at the store without you if we have to, especially when it's for such a good cause. I've got a couple of teenage girls who've been in a half dozen times since the beginning of the summer with their résumés, looking for part-time work. I can use them until school starts in a few weeks and then figure something else out. You take as long as you need with Taryn.”

“Actually, that's one of the reasons I stopped in,” Katherine said smoothly. “I don't want you to think we're trying to steal Evie away from String Fever during the rest of the busy summer tourist weeks before the shoulder season. I wanted to offer a trade.”

When Evie was a girl, their nanny used to take her and her younger sister to the park near their home in Santa Barbara. Lizzie would beg her to come with her on the merry-go-round and Evie would always eventually relent, though she always hated that out-of-control feeling, that whirling, churning, wind-tossed disorder. This conversation felt very much as if she was clinging tightly to the bars, trying to keep from being flung into chaos.

Claire smiled at Katherine. “Tell me more.”

“I want to apply for a temporary job as Evie's substitute here at the store,” Katherine said. “I can even take over some of her classes. That would free her schedule so she can work with my granddaughter.”

Evie fought the urge to close her eyes. She was well and truly trapped now. Claire looked delighted at the offer. Why wouldn't she be? Katherine was the founder and original owner of String Fever. She'd sold the store to Claire a few years ago after Claire's divorce. Nobody in town—least of all Evie—knew more about beads than Katherine.

“Again, brilliant, Kat. You're a genius.”

“I was going to say, positively Machiavellian,” Evie muttered.

Claire looked startled but Katherine only gave a smug sort of smile. “When I have to be, my dear.”

“You
don't
have to be in this case. I'm a beader now, not a physical therapist,” she repeated for what felt like the umpteenth time. “I have no experience here in Colorado.”

“But you are licensed, right?”

“Katherine. You know why I quit.”

For the first time, she saw a glimmer of sympathy in the older woman's eyes but it quickly hardened into more of that steely determination. How could Evie blame her? She understood Katherine's perspective. Her granddaughter was facing months—possibly years—of painful, difficult rehabilitation with no guarantee of a rosy recovery.

Evie could empathize. She would have done anything to help those she loved, would have traded on every possible friendship to help Liz after the fire that had severely burned her and their mother.

And Cassie. In the two years she had with her daughter, she had fought fiercely to provide the best possible care but in the end none of her efforts had worked.

“I know. I'm sorry. You know that. But we need you, Evie.”

Claire looked from one of them to the other, her expression confused. “I don't understand,” she said. How could she? Evie had never shared all her reasons for leaving her practice in L.A. As far as Claire knew, she had dropped out of her practice and moved to Colorado only because she needed a change.

Katherine knew, however. She had been there to comfort and lift Evie through a very dark and ugly time. Evie heartily wished she could do the same now for her friend.

“I understand your reluctance, my dear,” Katherine went on. “This is a big commitment with a great deal of pressure attached to it.”

“You know that's not it. If I could help you, I would.”

Katherine nodded and to Evie's dismay, her friend pulled her into another hug. “I do understand,” she murmured. “I'm sorry I've put you in a difficult position.”

“You're the only one I would consider coming out of retirement—or whatever you want to call it—to help. You know that, don't you?”

Katherine eased away. “I do. And I'm going to presume on our friendship terribly to ask you one more favor.”

Evie braced herself.

“Will you at least consider helping us for a week or two, just while we find our feet and start a treatment plan for Taryn?” Katherine asked. “With your knowledge and experience, you can make sure Brodie has retrofitted the house with everything we might need for her care. A few weeks would give us a little breathing room so we can take our time looking for the best possible person for the job.”

The request was reasonable and certainly made sense. Refusing to give up a few weeks of her life for her dear friend would make her sound churlish. Immature, even.

“When is Taryn being transferred from Birch Glen?” she asked, doing her best to keep the weary resignation from her voice.

To Katherine's credit, not so much as a trace of victory flashed in her expression, even though she must have known Evie couldn't say no. “Friday.”

“I suppose I could give you a week or two, as long as you can help Claire with my responsibilities here.”

Claire squeezed her arm. “Of course. Take as long as necessary. Whatever Taryn needs.”

“Just a few weeks. No more than that. I'll help you hire another therapy coordinator and set up the treatment plan, but that's all.”

She could handle anything for a few weeks, couldn't she?

“That should be plenty of time to point us in the right direction.” Katherine pressed her cheek to Evie's, filling her senses with flowers and guilt. “Thank you so much. I know it's difficult for you and I'm very sorry, but believe me, we're so grateful. I don't know how we'll ever repay you for this.”

“You don't owe me anything, Katherine,” she answered, taking a subtle step back. “Tell Brodie to donate whatever fee he would have paid someone else for those few weeks to the scholarship fund.”

At least something good should come of this, she thought, as Katherine and Claire began discussing another fundraising event the high school student body officers wanted to sponsor for the Layla memorial fund.