A Sister Would Know. C.J. Carmichael
to wait it out? And what about Davin? Besides missing school, he’s going to have to face what the townspeople will say about your sister. And I’m warning you, a lot of it won’t be pretty.”
Amalie refused to listen. Grant was biased against Helena. Absentmindedly, she stirred the cocoa again, melancholy slowing her motions. She and her sister hadn’t been close in years, but it was so hard to think that she was gone now. Forever.
“Well, I can see I won’t change your mind.” Grant sounded disappointed.
“That’s what you really came here for, isn’t it?” Not to apologize but to ask her to leave. And she’d thought he’d been worried about her and Davin. Which had been foolish of her. His allegiance would remain with the people from this town. People like Denise Carter.
“Your leaving would help smooth things over.”
For Denise, it would. And maybe, in the short term, for her and Davin, too. But in the long run, the questions would surely drive them crazy. They’d never know how Helena had ended up in Rogers Pass, why she appeared to have been hooked on drugs and alcohol, how she’d come to the point where she’d been having an affair with a married man. There had to be explanations for these things; people didn’t just change for no reason.
“I owe it to Davin to find out the truth about his mother. About her life, as well as her death.”
“Why? He seems more interested in my work than in what happened to Helen. He didn’t even know her, right?”
Amalie bristled under the implied criticism. “They corresponded. Occasionally,” she had to confess.
“Corresponded?” Grant’s eyebrows rose in dark, arched lines. “Did she ever visit him?”
No, she never had. Not once in eleven years. It wasn’t something Amalie herself understood, but then, they’d never gone searching for Helena, either.
“Grant, she was his mother and my sister. We can’t just shrug and return to Toronto as if she never mattered.”
He understood. She saw the flash of sympathy in his eyes in the second before he turned away from her. In that instant she realized he wasn’t cold and unfeeling but a man torn by conflicting loyalties. Which made it easier for her to disregard his next statement.
“It isn’t going to be pleasant for you. You’re not going to like some of the things you find out.”
Amalie didn’t see how the situation could get much worse. “We’ll deal with that if it happens.”
Grant’s gaze was suddenly personal. “You’re very determined. Stubborn.”
There was grudging respect behind his assessment. And even a gleam of admiration in his eyes. She was unexpectedly driven to explain herself.
“I feel that I owe Helena. I’ve always had it easy. She’s the one who was dealt all the tough breaks.”
“What do you mean?”
“Growing up with my parents…they’re good people, but they were rigid in their expectations.” Partly due to their religion and partly because they’d never lost the fear that this new, free country might somehow corrupt their daughters.
“Oh?”
“Nothing Helena ever did could please my mother. While I—” she shrugged disparagingly “—I could seem to do no wrong. It wasn’t fair and it only got worse when Helena announced she was pregnant.”
“With Davin?”
She nodded. “My parents were furious. To them, pregnancy outside of marriage was a woman’s ultimate disgrace. Unforgivable. Besides being ostracized, Helena also had to cope with severe medical problems. Believe me, she suffered terribly.”
“She deserted her son once he was born.”
His stark judgment proved he didn’t understand. Amalie wasn’t surprised. He couldn’t realize that when their mother had told Helena she wasn’t capable of raising a child on her own, Helena had believed her.
Grant rubbed his face. He looked beat. Amalie remembered him telling Davin his day started at 4:30 in the morning. It was close to ten at night now. “It’s late. You must be exhausted.”
“No, I’m fine,” he said, but the physical evidence was to the contrary. As he fought back another yawn, she took their empty mugs to the sink.
He watched for a moment, then eventually he rose, too, looming large in Helena’s tiny kitchen. She dropped the dishrag, aware of his broad shoulders, barrel chest and powerful arms. Solid muscle, all of him. No wonder Denise had fallen against him for support. He was definitely up for it.
“You’re right. I’d better go.” His voice rasped in the quiet of the apartment.
Amalie turned, caught his gaze, and was surprised at what she saw in his eyes. Something tender she hadn’t noticed before. And intense. Almost as if…
But no, he couldn’t be attracted to her. True, they’d exchanged a few unsettling looks this evening. But they hadn’t meant anything….
“Amalie?” He took a step forward, not breaking eye contact.
She had to fight not to hold out her hands to him. When his gaze dropped to her mouth, she guessed he was wondering what it would be like to kiss her.
She turned away, knowing she was being foolish, that she had to be imagining his interest in her. He didn’t even like her—well, maybe he’d softened a little since their first meeting, but that hardly constituted—
“Are you serious about delving into your sister’s life?”
The question startled her, but her answer came quickly. “Yes, I am.”
“Tomorrow’s Friday. I could take you to the bar where she used to work. You could talk to some of the people there.”
“Helena worked in a bar?”
“Yeah. The Rock Slide Saloon.”
The name made her smile. “Yes, I’d like to go check it out.”
He moved a few inches closer. Maybe she hadn’t imagined that spark between them. For a moment it seemed he truly would kiss her. This time she resolved she wasn’t going to back away at the last minute.
But he surprised her by speaking, instead.
“I still think you should return to Toronto.”
The warning was mitigated by a new warmth in his smile.
“And I say I’m staying.”
“Then it’s a date? Tomorrow at the Rock Slide Saloon?”
“Yes.” A date with Grant Thorlow. She never would’ve guessed the evening would end like this.
DAVIN LISTENED TO THE SOUND of the door closing, then the scrape of metal as his aunt turned the dead bolt.
He rolled over in his sleeping bag, careful to stay on the foam pad underneath him.
So Grant was gone. Too bad he’d come so late. Davin had gotten up once for a drink of water, hoping his aunt would invite him to stay and visit, but they’d both been quiet until he went back to his room.
What had they talked about? He hadn’t heard their words, only the murmur of their voices.
But it was probably Helena. Everyone seemed to want to talk about her around here. And no one had much good to say.
Aunt Amalie kept telling him it was because folks didn’t know her. But Davin was beginning to think maybe everyone here did know Helena. It was his aunt who was wrong.
Helena had been a bad person. That’s what Grant thought. And so did the woman who’d been crying at the information center yesterday.
Davin agreed. Leaving