Serenity Harbor. RaeAnne Thayne
smile felt tight and forced. She genuinely liked Filene Harding, but their encounters were always a bit awkward. Katrina had dated Filene’s son a few times in high school, and Filene always acted as if they had a much closer bond than Katrina thought.
“Hi, Filene. How are you?”
“Good. Good. How are you, hon? I heard you’ve been in Mexico or some crazy thing like that.”
“Colombia, actually. A little village about an hour from Barranquilla.”
Filene didn’t seem to care about the details. “You know, it’s the funniest thing that you came in today. I was just looking at a picture of you at the prom with my Bryan the other day. You two were so cute together! I always thought so. I’ll have to tell him you’re back in town.”
Bryan Harding had been renowned for his octopus hands in high school. Once she figured that out after the second date, she tried her best to avoid the guy. “How is Bryan these days?” she asked to be polite, then could have kicked herself for encouraging the woman.
“Good. Good. He’s working construction with his brother. He was living with a gal, but they broke up a few weeks ago. She kicked him out, if you want the truth. I don’t know why, because they seemed so happy together. So now he’s back living in my basement.”
“Didn’t he have a little boy a few years back with some girl in Boise?” Sam asked.
The red-painted corners of Filene’s mouth turned up as she scanned their groceries. “He’s got two. Different mamas, of course. Six months apart. They’re the cutest little things. Spittin’ image of their daddy. You should see them.”
She doubted that would happen, since she and Bryan Harding didn’t run in the same social circles. They never really had, she supposed.
When she was about thirteen, Bryan had been one of the first guys who noticed she was finally starting to grow into her features and had begun to develop some curves. They had flirted a little, just in fun, and she sneaked out of the house to go to the movies with him a few times, until she figured out he only wanted to see how lucky he could get with StupidKat.
She supposed Bryan was the first in a long line of dumb decisions she had made when it came to the male of the species. No more. She was done wasting her time and energy on the players of the world.
“I’ll be sure to tell Bryan I ran into you,” Filene said as she rang up the last of their groceries. “You staying at your mom’s place while you’re in town?”
“For now,” she hedged as she swiped her debit card, ever mindful of the depleting balance in her account. “Thank you. See you.”
She scooped up one bag while Samantha grabbed the other and hurried out of the store.
She didn’t want Bryan to find her. Or any other guy, for that matter.
In a few months, she would have everything she never knew she wanted. Everything else seemed unimportant.
“THANKS SO MUCH for offering to host the party here, Jules.”
Julia Winston smiled, though it didn’t quite push away that subtle air of sadness that encircled her. “My pleasure, really. Especially since McKenzie is doing all the work. This house needs more parties.”
Julia lived in one of a handful of gorgeous Victorian mansions about a block off the water that had been built by early mining and business magnates, in the days when the area around Lake Haven had been an exclusive retreat renowned for the healing nature of the hot springs in abundance around the area.
Katrina had always loved this neighborhood. Steeped in history and beauty, it always felt graceful and elegant to her, even when she was a girl.
“How are you doing?” her mother, Charlene, asked Julia with a concerned expression. “How’s your mom?”
The town librarian gave a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She had lived here with her elderly mother until Mariah Winston had a stroke a few months earlier. Mariah was now in a rehab center in Shelter Springs, the same one where Katrina’s father had spent the last few years of his life.
“Fine. Every day she seems to be showing a little improvement. Or at least I would like to think so. It’s hard to be sure.”
Oh, Katrina remembered those difficult days after her father had suffered a debilitating brain injury after being shot on the job. How many hours had she sat by his bedside, watching for a blink or a facial tic or anything that might indicate the man she adored was still inside the shell lying on that hospital bed?
She squeezed Julia’s hand. “I’m sorry. Hosting a bridal shower is probably the last thing you felt like doing.”
“Not at all. I wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t wanted to do it. I needed the distraction, if you want the truth. The house seems too quiet sometimes.”
“It’s such a lovely home. Every time I come here, I feel like I’m stepping back into another era,” Kat said.
Julia made a face. “Your great-grandma’s era, maybe.”
“I love it,” Sam declared. “You’ve got that classy, retro vibe going on. That’s really in right now.”
“There’s nothing wrong with old-fashioned,” Charlene assured Julia.
“I agree,” Kat said. “I wish I had been able to see Haven Point in its heyday.”
“Totally,” Sam said. “All those rich dudes coming here to soak in the hot springs. I’d be all over that.”
Before Julia could answer, Eliza Caine walked into the room. She looked around them as if wondering if someone else was hiding behind the grandfather clock in the entryway. “You don’t happen to have brought the guest of honor with you, did you? She’s fifteen minutes late, and that’s totally not like our Wynona.”
“She’ll be here,” Katrina assured her. “She called us before we left the house and said she had to help Cade with something.”
Samantha gave an inelegant snort with a distinctively naughty edge.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, young lady,” her mother, Linda, said, glaring at her only daughter.
“What? I didn’t even say anything,” Sam protested.
“Something at the police station,” Charlene said quickly. “I think one of the cases she investigated last summer when she still worked for the police department is going to trial, and he had some questions for her. She’ll be here soon. She said she was on her way.”
As if on cue, an old-fashioned doorbell chimed through the graceful entryway.
Kat was closest to it. She opened the door and was the first to hug her sister.
“Sorry I’m late,” Wynona said. “I didn’t mean to keep everyone waiting.”
“You didn’t,” Katrina assured her. “We just arrived ourselves.”
“Everyone’s in the back, if you’d like to follow me.”
Julia led the way through the house, filled with antiques and collectibles. It really was like a museum. How did Julia walk down for a midnight snack without worrying about breaking some sort of priceless family heirloom? she wondered.
This neighborhood was set on a hill some distance from downtown, but the huge screened sunroom Julia led them to offered spectacular views of the lake and the Redemption Mountains.
“Oh, look what you’ve done to this place,” Charlene exclaimed. “It’s absolutely stunning, Kenzie.”
McKenzie Kilpatrick, the Haven Point mayor and floral shop owner who