Stranger in the Shadows
Stranger in the Shadows
Shirlee McCoy
Someone was watching Chloe Davidson She had the unsettling feeling the stalker was waiting to strike.But who could it be? After a heartbreaking tragedy, Chloe had relocated to sleepy, safe Lakeview, Virginia, where she'd spent idyllic summers as a child. Where handsome minister Ben Avery had welcomed her and helped her believe in more than she'd ever thought possible. Yet her fear had followed her.Chloe kept seeing a stranger lurking in the shadows. And her things were going missing. Was it just her fragile imagination? Or was a sinister somebody much closer than she ever expected?
Stranger in the Shadows
Shirlee McCoy
To Brenda Minton who makes me laugh when I
want to cry. Thanks for the brainstorming sessions
and the pep talks, but mostly thanks for being you.
And to Bob and Jan Porter and
Dick and Carolyn Livesey who are
true encouragers.
Thanks for always cheering me on!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EPILOGUE
ONE
It came in the night, whispering into her dreams. Silent stars, hazy moonlight, a winding road. Sudden, blinding light.
Impact.
Rolling, tumbling, terror. And then silence.
Smoke danced at the edges of memory as flames writhed serpentlike through cracked glass and crumbled metal, hissing and whirling in the timeless dance of death.
Adam! She reached for his hand, wanting to pull him from the car and from the dreamwhole and alive. Safe. But her questing hand met empty space and hot flame, her body flinching with the pain and the horror of it.
Sirens blared in the distance, their throbbing pulse a heartbeat ebbing and flowing with the growing flames. She turned toward the door, trying to push aside hot, bent metal, and saw a shadow beyond the shattered glass; a dark figure leaning toward the window, staring in. Dark eyes that seemed to glow in the growing flames.
Help me! She tried to scream the words, but they caught in her throat. And the shadow remained still and silent, watching as the car burned and she burned with it.
The shrill ring of an alarm clock sounded over the roar of flames, spearing into Chloe Davidsons consciousness and pulling her from the nightmare. For a moment there was nothing but the dream. No past. No present. No truth except hot flames and searing pain. But the flames werent real, the pain a fading memory. Reality waswhat?
Chloe scrambled to anchor herself in the present before she fell back into the foggy world of unknowns shed lived in during the weeks following the accident.
Saturday. Lakeview, Virginia. The Morran wedding. Flowers. Decorations. She listed each item as it came to mind, grabbing towels from the tiny closet beside the bathroom door, pulling clothes from her dresser. Black pants. Pink shirt. Blooming Baskets uniform. Her new job. Her new life. A normality she still didnt quite believe in.
The phone rang before she could get in the shower, the muted sound drawing her from the well-lit bedroom and into the dark living room beyond.
Hello? She pressed the receiver to her ear as she flicked on lamps and the overhead light, her heart still racing, her throbbing leg an insistent reminder of the nightmare shed survived.
Chloe. Opal, here.
At the sound of her friend and bosss voice, Chloe relaxed, leaning her hip against the sofa and forcing the dream and the memories to the back of her mind. Youve only been gone a day and youre already checking in?
Checking in? I wasnt planning to do that until tonight. This is business. Weve got a problem. Jennas gone into labor.
Opals only other full-time employee, Jenna Monroe, was eight months pregnant and glowing with it. At least she had been when Chloe had seen her the previous day. Shes not due for another four weeks.
Maybe not, but the baby has decided to make an appearance. Youre going to have to handle the setup for the Morran wedding on your own until I can get there.
Ill call Mary Alice
Mary Alice is going to have to stay at the store. We cant afford to close for the day and between the two of you, shes the better floral designer.
It doesnt take much to be better than me. Chloes dry comment fell on deaf ears, Opals voice continuing on, giving directions and listing jobs that needed to be done before the wedding guests arrived at the church.
So, thats it. Any questions?
No. But you do realize Ive only been working at Blooming Baskets for five days, right?
Are you saying you cant do this?
Im saying Ill try, but I cant guarantee the results.
No need to guarantee anything. Ive already left Baltimore. Ill be in Lakeview at least an hour before the wedding. Well finish the job together.
If I havent ruined everything by then.
Whats to ruin? Were talking flowers, ribbons and bows. Opal paused, and Chloe could imagine her raking a hand through salt and pepper curls, her strong face set in an impatient frown. Look, I have faith in your ability to handle this. Why dont you try to have some, too?
The phone clicked as Opal disconnected, and Chloe set the receiver down.
Faith? Maybe shed had it oncein herself and her abilities, in those she cared about. But that was before the accident, before Adams death. Before his betrayal. Before everything had changed.
Now she wasnt even sure she knew what the word meant.
It didnt take long to shower and change, to grab her keys and make her way out of her one-bedroom apartment and into the dark hallway of the aging Victorian she lived in.
Outside it was still dark, brisk fall air dancing through the grass and rustling the dying leaves of the bushes that flanked the front porch. Chloe scanned the shadowy yard, the trees that stretched spindly arms toward the heavens, the inky water of Smith Mountain Lake. There seemed a breathless quality to the morning, a watchful waiting that crawled along Chloes nerves and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A million eyes could be watching from the woods beside the house, a hundred men could be sliding silently toward the car and shed never know it, never see it until it was too late.
Cold sweat broke out on her brow, her hand shaking as she got in the car and shoved the keys into the ignition.
You are not going to have a panic attack about this. She hissed the words as she drove up the long driveway and turned onto the road, refusing to think about what she was doing, refusing to dwell on the darkness that pressed against the car windows. Soon dawn would come, burning away the night and her memories. For now, shed just have to deal with both.
Forty minutes later, Chloe arrived at Grace Christian Church, the pink Blooming Baskets van shed picked up at the shop loaded with decorations and floral arrangements. It was just before seven. The wedding was scheduled for noon. Guests would arrive a little before then. That meant she had four hours to get ready for what Opal and Jenna had called the biggest event to take place in Lakeview in a decade. And Chloe was the one setting up for it.
She would have laughed if she werent so sure she was about to fail. Miserably.
Cold crisp air stung her cheeks as she stepped to the back of the van and pulled open the double doors. The sickeningly sweet funeral-parlor stench nearly made her gag as she dragged the first box out.
Need a hand?
The voice was deep, masculine and so unexpected Chloe jumped, the box of wrought iron candelabras dropping from her hands. She whirled toward the sound, but could see nothing but the deep gray shadows of trees and foliage. Thank you, but Im fine.
You sure? Looks like youve got a full van there. A figure emerged from the trees, a deeper shadow among many others, but moving closer.
I can manage. As she spoke, she dug in her jacket pocket, her fist closing around the small canister of pepper spray she carried. She didnt know who this guy was, but if he got much closer he was going to get a face full of pain.
Im sure you can, but Opal wont be happy if I let you. She just ordered me out of bed and over here to help. So here I am. Ready to lend a hand. Or two. His voice was amiable, his stride unhurried. Chloe released her hold on the spray.
Opal shouldnt have bothered you, Mr?
Ben Avery. And it wasnt a bother.
She knew the name, had heard plenty about the handsome widower who pastored Grace Christian Church. Opals description of the mans single-and-available status had led Chloe to believe he was Opals contemporary. Late fifties or early sixties.
In the dim morning light, he looked closer to thirty and not like any pastor Chloe had ever seen, his hair just a little too long, his leather jacket more biker than preacher.
Bother or not, Im sure you have other things to do with your time, Pastor Avery.
I cant think of any offhand. And call me Ben. Everyone else does. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the scent of pine needles and soap drifting on the air as he leaned forward and grabbed the box shed dropped.
Chloe thought about arguing, but insisting she do the job herself would only waste time she didnt have. She shrugged. Then I guess Ill accept your help and say thanks.
You might want to hold off on the thanks until we see how many flower arrangements I manage to massacre.
Youre not the only one who may massacre a few. I know as much about flowers as the average person knows about nuclear physics.
He laughed, the sound shivering along Chloes nerves and bringing her senses to life. Opal did mention that youre a new hire.
Should I ask what else she mentioned?
You can, but that was about all she said. That and, Itll be on your head, Ben Avery, if Chloe decides to quit because of the pressure shes under today.
That sounds just like her. The rat.
She is, but shes a well-meaning rat.
Very true. Chloe pulled out another box. And I really could use the help. This is a big job.
Then I guess wed better get moving. Between the two of us we should be able to get most of the setup done before Opal arrives. Ben pushed open the church door, waiting as Chloe moved more slowly across the parking lot.
Ladies first. He gestured for her to step inside, but Chloe hesitated.
She hated the dark. Hated the thought of what might be lurking in it. The inside of the church was definitely dark, the inky blackness lit by one tiny pinpoint of light flashing from the ceiling. She knew it must be a smoke detector, but her mind spiraled into the darkness, carried her back to the accident, to the shadowy figure standing outside the window of the car, to the eyes that had seemed to glow red, searing into her soul and promising a slow, torturous death.
She swayed, her heart racing so fast she was sure she was going to pass out.
Hey, are you okay? Ben wrapped a hand around her arm, anchoring her in place, his warmth chasing away some of the fear that shivered through her.
Im fine. Of course she wasnt fine. Not by a long shot. But her terror was only a feeling, the danger imagined.
She took a deep breath, stepped into the room, the darkness enveloping her as the door clicked shut. Chloe forced herself to concentrate on the moment, on the soft pad of Bens shoes as he moved across the floor, the scent of pine needles and soap that drifted on the air around him.
Finally, overhead lights flicked on, illuminating a wide hallway. Hardwood floors, creamy walls, bulletin boards filled with announcements and pictures. The homey warmth of it drew her in and welcomed her.
Chloe turned, facing Ben, seeing him clearly for the first time, her heart leaping as she looked into the most vividly blue eyes shed ever seen. Deep sapphire, they burned into hers, glowing with life, with energy, with an interest that made Chloe step back, the box clutched close, a flimsy barrier between herself and the man whod done what no other had in the past yearmade her want to keep looking, made her want to know more, made her wish she were the woman shed been before Adams death.
His gaze touched her face, the scar on her neck, the mottled flesh of her hand, but he didnt comment or ask the questions so many people felt they had the right to. The sanctuary is through here. Lets bring these in. Then Ill make some coffee before we get the rest from the van.
Chloe followed silently, surprised by her response to Ben and not happy about it. Shed made too many mistakes with Adam, had too many regrets. There wasnt room for anything else. Or anyone.
Where do you want these? Bens question pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced around the large room. Rows of pews, their dark wood gleaming in the overhead light, flanked a middle aisle. A few stairs led to a pulpit and a choir loft, a small door to one side of them closed tight.
On the first pew will be fine. Ill start there and work my way back. She avoided looking in Bens direction as she spoke, preferring to tell herself shed imagined the bright blue of his eyes, the warm interest there. He was a pastor, after all, and she was a woman who had no interest in men.
Am I making you nervous?
Startled, Chloe glanced up, found herself pulled into his gaze again.
No. At least not much. Why do you ask?
Sometimes my job makes people uncomfortable. He smiled, his sandy hair and strong, handsome face giving him a boy-next-door appearance that seemed at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
Not me. Though Ben seemed to be having that effect on her.
Good to know. He smiled again, but his gaze speared into hers and she wondered what he was seeing as he looked so deeply into her eyes. And just so were clear. Florists dont make me uncomfortable.
Despite herself, Chloe smiled. Then I guess that means well both be nice and relaxed while we work.
Not until we have some coffee. I dont know about you, but Im not much good for anything until Ive had a cup.
His words were the perfect excuse to end the conversation and move away from Ben, and Chloe started back toward the sanctuary door, anxious to refocus her thinking, recenter her thoughts. Ill keep unloading while you make some.
Ben put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her before she could exit the room. If the rest of the boxes are as heavy as the last one, maybe you should make the coffee and I should unload.
Ill be fine.
You will be, but I wont if Opal finds out I let you carry in a bunch of heavy boxes while I made coffee.
Whos going to tell her?
Id feel obligated to. After all, shes bound to ask how things went and Im bound to tell the truth.
For the second time since shed met Ben, Chloe found herself smiling at his words. Not good. Not good at all. Men were bad news. At least all the men in Chloes life had been. The sooner she put distance between herself and Ben, the better shed feel. Since you put it that way, I guess I cant argue.
Glad to hear it, because arguing isnt getting me any closer to having that cup of coffee. Come on, Ill show you to the kitchen. He strode out of the sanctuary, moving with long, purposeful strides.
Chloe followed more slowly, not sure what it was about Ben that had sparked her interest and made her want to look closer. He was a man, just like any other man shed ever known, but there was something in his eyessecrets, depthsthat begged exploration.
Fortunately, shed learned her lesson about men the hard way and she had no intention of learning any more. Shed just get through the wedding preparations, get through the day, then go back to her apartment and forget Ben Avery and his compelling gaze.
TWO
The industrial-size kitchen had a modern feel with a touch of old-time charm, the stainless steel counters and appliances balanced by mellow gold paint, white cabinets and hardwood floor. Chloe hovered in the doorway, wary, unsure of herself in a way she hadnt been a year ago, watching as Ben plugged in a coffeemaker and pulled a can of coffee from a cupboard. He gestured her over and Chloe stepped into the room ignoring the erratic beat of her heart. This is a nice space.
Yeah, it is, but I cant take credit. We remodeled a couple of years ago. The church ladies decided on the setup and color scheme. Opal pretty much spearheaded the project.
That doesnt surprise me. Shes a take-charge kind of person. Its one of the things I admire about her.
Have you known her long? He leaned a hip against the counter, relaxed and at ease. Apparently not at all disturbed by the fact that hed been called out of bed before dawn on a cool November day to help a woman he didnt know set up flowers for a wedding he was probably officiating.
Strange.
Interesting.
Intriguing.
Enough!
Chloe rubbed the scarred flesh on her wrist, forcing her thoughts back to the conversation. Since I was a kid.
You grew up in Lakeview? His gaze was disconcerting, and Chloe resisted the urge to look away.
No, I visited in the summer. She didnt add more. The past was something she didnt share. Especially not with strangers.
Ben seemed to take the hint, turning away and pulling sugar packets from a cupboard. Its a good place to spend the summer. And the fall, winter and spring. He smiled. Theres cream in the fridge if you take it. Id better get moving on those boxes.
With that he strode from the room, his movements lithe and silent, almost catlike in their grace. He might be a pastor now, but Chloe had a feeling hed been something else before hed felt a call to ministry. Military. Police. Firefighter. Something that required control, discipline and strength.
Not that it mattered or was any of her business.
Chloe shook her head, reaching for a coffee filter and doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand. Obviously, the nightmare had thrown her off, destroying her focus and hard-won control. She needed to get both back and she needed to do it now. Opal was counting on her. There was no way she planned to disappoint the one person in her life who had never disappointed her.
She paced across the room, staring out the window above the sink, anxiety a cold, hard knot in her chest. New beginnings. Thats what she hoped for. Prayed for. But maybe she was too entrenched in the past to ever escape it. Maybe coming to Lakeview was nothing more than putting off the inevitable.
Outside, dawn bathed the churchyard in purple light and deep shadows, the effect sinister. Ominous. A thick stand of trees stood at the far end of the property, tall pines and heavy-branched oaks reaching toward the ever-brightening sky. As the coffee brewed, the rich, full scent of it filled the kitchen, bringing memories of hot summer days, lacy curtains, open windows, soft voices. Safety.
But safety and security never lasted. All Chloe could hope for was a measure of peace.
She started to turn away from the window, but something moved near the edge of the yard, a slight shifting in the darkness that caught her attention. Was that a person standing in the shadows of the trees? It was too far to see the details, the light too dim. But Chloe was sure there was a person there. Tall. Thin. Looking her way.
She took a step back, her pulse racing, her skin clammy and cold. This was the nightmare again. The stranger watching, waiting on the other side of the glass. Only this time Chloe wasnt trapped in a car and surrounded by flames. This time she was able to run. And thats just what she did, turning away from the window, rushing from the kitchen and slamming into a hard chest.
She flew back, her bad leg buckling, her hands searching for purchase. Her fingers sank into cool leather as strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her upright.
Careful. Weve got a lot to do. Its probably best if we dont kill each other before we finish. Bens words tickled against her hair, his palms warm against her ribs. He felt solid and safe and much too comfortable.
Chloe stepped back, forcing herself to release her white-knuckled grip on his jacket. Sorry. I didnt mean to run you down.
You didnt even come close. His gaze swept over her, moving from her face, to her hands and back again. Is everything okay? You look pale.
I But what was she going to say? That shed seen someone standing outside the church? That she thought it might be the same person whod stood outside her burning car, watching while the flames grew? The same person whod been in jail for eleven months? Everything is fine. Im just anxious to get started in the sanctuary.
He stared hard, as if he could see beyond her answer to the truth that she was trying to hide, the paranoia and fear that had dogged her for months. Finally, he nodded. How about we grab the coffee and get started?
Go back into the kitchen? Back near the window that looked out onto the yard? Maybe catch another glimpse of whoever was standing near the trees. No thanks. You go ahead. Ill start unpacking boxes.
She hurried back toward the sanctuary, feeling the weight of Bens gaze as she stepped through the double wide doors. She didnt look back, not wanting him to see the anxiety and frustration in her face.
Shed been so sure that moving away from D.C., leaving behind her apartment, her job, starting a new life, would free her from the anxiety that had become way too much a part of who she was. Seven days into her new life and shed already sunk back into old patterns and thought processes.
Her hands trembled as she pulled chocolate-colored ribbon from a box and began decorating the first pew. Long-stemmed rosesdeep red, creamy white, rusty orangeneeded to be attached. She pulled a bouquet from a bucket Ben had brought in and wrestled it into place, a few petals falling near her feet as she tied a lopsided bow around the stems.
Better be careful. Opal wont like it if the roses are bald when she gets here. Ben moved toward her, a coffee cup in each hand, sandy hair falling over his forehead.
Hopefully, she wont notice a few missing petals.
A few? No. A handful? Maybe. He set both cups on a pew and scooped up several silky petals. I brought you coffee. Black. You didnt look like the sugar and cream type.
He was right, and Chloe wasnt sure she was happy about it. What gave it away?
Your eyes. He didnt elaborate and Chloe didnt ask, just lifted the closest cup, inhaling the rich, sharp scent of the coffee and doing her best to avoid Bens steady gaze.
Which annoyed her. Shed never been one to avoid trouble. Never been one to back away from a challenge. Never been. But the accident had changed her.
She took a sip of the coffee, pulled more ribbon from the box, forcing lightness to her movements and to her voice. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If youre seeing black coffee in mine, Im in big trouble.
Im seeing a lot more than black coffee in there. He grabbed a bouquet of roses, holding it while Chloe hooked it in place and tied a ribbon around the stems, feeling the heat of Bens body as he leaned in close to help, wondering what it was he thought he saw in her eyes.
Or maybe not wondering. Maybe she knew. Darkness. Sorrow. Guilt. Emotions shed tried to outrun, but that refused to be left behind.
She grabbed another ribbon, another bouquet, trying to lose herself in the rhythm of the job.
The flowers look good. Are they Opals design, or Jennas? The switch in subjects was a welcome distraction, and Chloe answered quickly.
Im not sure. They were designed months before I started working at Blooming Baskets.
Do you like it there?
Yes. She just wasnt sure how good she was at it. Digging into the bowels of a computer hard drive to find hidden files was one thing. Unraveling yards of tulle and ribbon and handling delicate flowers was another. But its a lot different than what I used to do.
What was that?
Computers. She kept the answer short. Giving a name to her job as a computer forensic specialist usually meant answering a million questions about her chosen career.
Former career.
Sounds interesting.
It was. It had also been dangerous. Much more dangerous than she ever could have imagined before Adams death. But that was something she didnt need to be thinking about when she had a few dozen pews and an entire reception hall left to decorate.
Chloe pulled out more ribbon, started on the next pew and wondered how long it was going to take to complete the decorations on the rest. Too long. Unless she started working a lot faster.
She moved forward, more ribbon in her hand. Ben moved with her, his sandy head bent close to hers as he helped hold the next bunch of roses in place, his presence much more of a distraction than it should have been. Maybe we should split up. You take the pews on the other side of the aisle. Ill finish the ones over here.
Trying to get rid of me?
Absolutely. I just think well get the job done more quickly that way.
Maybe, but we seem to be making pretty good headway together. Two sets of hands are definitely helpful in this kind of work.
He had a point. A good one. If she had to hold the flowers and tie the ribbons it would probably take double the time. And time was not something she had enough of. Youre probably right. Lets keep going the way we are.
Silently?
Chloe glanced up into Bens eyes, saw amusement there. I dont mind talking while we work.
As long as its not about the past?
Something like that.
I bet that limits conversation.
Chloe shrugged, tying the next bow, grabbing more ribbon. There are plenty of other things to talk about.
Like?
Like what Opals going to say if she gets here and were not done.
The deep rumble of Bens laughter filled the air. Point taken. Ill lay off the questions and move a little faster.
Four hours later, Chloe placed the last centerpiece on the last table in the reception hall; the low bowl with floating yellow, cream and burnt umber roses picked up the color in the standing floral arrangements that dotted the edges of the room. Roses. Lilies. A half a dozen other flowers whose names she didnt know.
You did it! And it looks almost presentable. Opal Winchesters voice broke the silence and Chloe turned to face the woman whod been surrogate mother to her during long-ago summers, watching as she moved across the room, her salt and pepper curls bouncing around a broad face, her sturdy figure encased in a dark suit and pink shirt.
I didnt do it alone.
I know. Where is that good-looking young pastor?
Home getting ready for the wedding. Which hes officiating after spending almost four hours helping with the floral decorations.
Did he complain?
No.
Then I dont expect you to, either. Opal slid an arm around Chloes waist and surveyed the room. Its beautiful, isnt it?
It is. You and Jenna did a great job.
So did you and Ben. Opal cast a sly look in Chloes direction, her dark eyes sparkling. So, what did you think of him?
Who?
Ben Avery. As if you didnt know.
Hes helpful.
And?
And hes helpful. Chloe brushed thick bangs out of her eyes and limped a few steps away from Opal, smoothing a wrinkle out of a tablecloth, determined not to give her friend any hint of how Ben had effected her. How was your drive?
Youre changing the subject, but Ill allow it seeing as how Im so proud of what youve accomplished this morning. The drive was slow. I thought Id never get here. Opal adjusted a centerpiece, straightened a bow on one of the chairs. But Im here and happy to announce that Jenna had a bouncing baby boy fifteen minutes ago.
Thats wonderful!
Isnt it? A wedding and a birth on the same day. You cant ask for much better than that. Im going to stop by the hospital after the reception is over. Maybe slip Jenna a piece of wedding cake if Miranda and Hawke dont mind me bringing her some. Speaking of which, She paused, spearing Chloe with a look that warned of trouble. Youre going to have to attend.
Attend?
The wedding.
No way. She had no intention of staying to witness the marriage of two people she didnt know, two people who, according to both Jenna and Opal, were meant to be together.
Meant to be.
As if such a thing were possible. As if meant to be didnt always turn into goodbye.
I understand your reluctance, Chloe, but its expected.
You know I never do whats expected.
I know you never did what was expected. Youre starting fresh here and in a small town like Lakeview, doing whats expected is important.
Opal
Dont make me use my mother voice. She glowered, straightening to her full five-foot-three height.
Im not ready for a big social event.
Well, then youd better get ready. The entire church was invited to the ceremony and the reception. Its a community event.
I dont attend this church.
But Jenna does. Youll be taking her place, offering support to the couple and representing Blooming Baskets.
Im sure
I wont listen to any more excuses. I dont like them. The words were harsh, but Opals expression softened, her dark eyes filled with sympathy. Its been a year, Chloe. Its time to move on. Thats why youre here. Thats what you want. And its what I want for you. So, ready or not, youre attending the wedding.
Much as Chloe wanted to argue, she couldnt deny the truth of Opals words. She did want to leave the past behind, to focus on the present and the future. To create the kind of life shed once thought boring and mundane but now longed for. Okay. Ill stay. For a while.
Good. Now, Im going to make sure everything is perfect in the sanctuary. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and put your leg up for a while.
Ill come with you.
Youll do exactly what I told you to do. Opal bustled away, leaving Chloe both amused and frustrated. Opal was a force to be reckoned with. In her absence, the room felt empty, the hollow aloneness of the moment a hard knot in Chloes chest, the beauty of the flowers, the tables, the bows and ribbons reminding her of the wedding shed almost had.
Almost.
All her plans, all her dreams had died well before the accident. Now her dreams were much simpler and much less romantic. She wanted to forget, wanted to move on, wanted to rebuild her life. Maybe with Gods help she could do that, though even here in His house, she felt He was too far away to see her troubles, too far away to care.
And that, more than the flowers and decorations and memories, made her feel truly alone.
THREE
Ben Averys attention should have been on the bride and groom, the wedding party, the guests who joked and laughed, ate and talked as the reception wound its way through hour three with no sign of slowing. Instead, his gaze was drawn again and again to Chloe Davidson. Straight black hair gleaming in the overhead light, slim figure encased in a fitted black pantsuit, she smiled and chatted as she moved through the throng, her limp barely noticeable. On the surface, she seemed at ease and relaxed, but there was a tension to her, a humming energy that hadnt ebbed since hed first seen her unloading the van.
He watched as she approached Opal Winchester, said a few words, then started toward the door that led outside. Maybe she needed some air, a few minutes away from the crowd, some time to herself. And maybe he should leave her to it. But hed seen sadness in her eyes and sensed a loneliness that he knew only too well.
And he was curious.
He admitted it to himself as he smiled and waved his way across the reception hall and out the door. Already the day was waning, the sky graying as the sun began its slow descent. The air felt crisp and clean, the quiet sounds of rural life a music that Ben never tired of hearing.
He glanced around the parking lot, saw Chloe leaning against Blooming Baskets pink van and strode toward her. It looks like the flowers were a big success.
Opal is pleased, anyway. Her eyes were emerald-green and striking against the kind of flawless skin that could have graced magazine covers. Only a deep scar on the side of her neck marred its perfection.
She should be. You worked hard. He leaned a shoulder against the van, studying Chloes face, wondering at the tension in her. Opal had told him almost nothing about the woman shed hired a week ago. Only that Chloe was recovering from surgery and working at Blooming Baskets. There was more to the story, of course. A lot more. But Ben doubted hed get answers from either woman.
So did you. Thanks again for all your help. She smiled, but the sadness in her eyes remained.
It was no problem. People in my congregation call me all the time for help. Though he had to admit hed been surprised by Opals early morning summons. Flowers? Definitely not his thing.
That may be true, but being woken up before dawn and asked to do a job youre not getting paid for goes way beyond the call of duty.
But not beyond the call of friendship.
If thats the case, Opal is lucky to have a friend like you.
In my experience, luck doesnt have a whole lot to do with how things work out.
Youre right about that. She straightened, brushing thick black bangs from her eyes. Opal came into my life just when I most needed someone. Ive always thought that was a God thing. Not a luck thing.
But?
She raised an eyebrow at his question, but answered it. Lately its been hard to see much of God in the things that have happened in my life.
Youve had a hard time. The scars on her neck and hand were testimony to that, the pain in her eyes echoing the physical evidence left by whatever had happened.
Chloes gaze was focused on some distant point. Maybe the trees. Maybe the last rays of the dying sun. Maybe some dream or hope that had been lost. Yes, but things are better now.
He was sure he heard a hint of doubt in her voice, but she didnt give him a chance to comment, just shrugged too-thin shoulders. Id better get back inside before Opal sends out a posse.
The words and her posture told Ben the conversation was closed. He didnt push to open it again. Much as he might be curious about Chloe, he had no right to press for answers. Im surprised she hasnt already. There must be at least five unmarried men she hasnt introduced you to yet.
Is that what was going on? I was wondering why almost every person she introduced me to was male. She laughed, light and easy, her body losing some of its tension, her lips curving into a full-out grin that lit her face, glowed in her eyes.
You should do that more often.
The laughter faded, but the smile remained. Do what?
Smile.
Ive been smiling all day.
Your lips might have been, but your heart wasnt in it.
She blinked, started to respond, but the door to the reception hall flew open, spilling light and sound out into the deepening twilight.
There you are! Opals voice carried over the rumble of wedding excitement as she hurried toward them. Things are winding down. It wont be long before Hawke and Miranda leave.
Are you hinting that we should get back inside?
You know me better than that, Ben. I never hint.
It was true. In the years Ben had been pastoring Grace Christian Church, Opal had never hesitated to give her opinion or state her mind. A widow whod lost her husband the same year Ben lost his wife, she was the one woman Ben knew whod never tried to set him up with a friend, relative or acquaintance.
She had, however, told him over and over again that a good pastor needed a good wife. Maybe she was right, but Ben wasnt looking for one. So, youre telling us we should get back inside?
Exactly. She smiled. So, lets go.
There was no sense arguing. Ben didnt want to anyway. Hed come outside to make sure Chloe was okay and to satisfy his curiosity. Hed accomplished the first. The second would take a little more time. Maybe a lot more time.
That was something Ben didnt have.
Much as he loved his job, being a pastor was more than a full-time commitment. Opals opinion about a pastor needing a wife aside, Ben had no room for anything more in his life. That was why he planned to put Chloe Davidson and her sad-eyed smile out of his mind.
Planned to.
But he knew enough about life, enough about God, to know that his plans might not be the best ones. That sometimes things he thought were too much effort, too much time, too much commitment, were exactly what God wanted. Only time would tell if Chloe was one of those things.
He pushed open the reception hall door, allowing Chloe and Opal to step in ahead of him. Light, music, laughter and chatter washed over him, the happy excitement of those in attendance wrapping around his heart and pulling him in.
Ben! Hawke Morran stepped toward him, dark hair pulled back from his face, his scar a pale line against tan skin.
Ben grabbed his hand and shook it. Things went well.
Of course they did. I was marrying Miranda. Thank you for doing the ceremony. And for everything else. Without your help we might not be here at all. The cadence to his words, the accent that tinged them, was a reminder of where hed grown up, of the life hed lived before hed come to the States to work for the DEA, before hed been set up and almost killed. Ben had met him while he was on the run, offered the help Hawke needed, and forged a friendship with him.
Theres no need to thank me. I was glad to help.
And Im glad to have made a friend during a very dark time. He smiled, his pale gaze focused on his wife.
Are you returning to Thailand for your honeymoon?
We are. I want Miranda to experience it when shes not running for her life.
Try to stay out of trouble this time.
I think my days of finding trouble are over. He paused, glanced at the hoard of women who had converged on his bride. Miranda is finally going to toss the flowers. Come on, lets get closer. My wife doesnt know it, yet, but as soon as she finishes, shes going to be kidnapped.
That sounded too good to miss and Ben followed along as Hawke moved toward the group. Miranda smiled at the women crowded in front of her, turned and tossed the bouquet. Squeals of excitement followed as the ladies jostled for position, the flowers flying over grasping hands and leaping bridesmaids before slapping into the chest of the only silent, motionless woman there.
Chloe.
Her hands grasped the flowers, pulled them in. Then, as if she realized what she was doing and didnt like it, she frowned, tossing the bouquet back into the fray. More squeals followed, more grasping and clawing for possession. Chloe remained apart from it all, watching, but not really seeming to see. Ben took a step toward her, hesitated, told himself he should let her be, then ignored his own advice and crossed the space between them.
FOUR
I think thats the first time Ive ever seen a woman catch the bouquet and throw it back. Ben Averys laughter rumbled close to Chloes ear, pulling her from thoughts she was better off not dwelling on. Hopes, dreams, promises. All shattered and broken.
She turned to face him, glad for the distraction, though she wasnt sure she should be. I didnt throw it. I tossed it.
Like it was a poisonous snake. The laughter was still in his voice and, despite the warning that shouted through her mind every time she was with Ben, Chloe smiled.
More like it was a bouquet I had no use for. She glanced away from his steady gaze, watching as a little flower girl emerged triumphant from the crowd of wannabe brides, the bouquet clutched in her fist. Besides, it seems to have gone to the right person.
Ben followed the direction of her gaze and nodded. You may be right about that, but tell me, since when do flowers have to be useful? Arent they simply meant to be enjoyed?
I suppose. But Im not into frivolous things. Or things that reminded her of what shed almost had. That was more to the point, but she wasnt going to say as much to Ben.
Interesting.
What?
Youre not into frivolous things but you work in a flower shop. His gaze was back on Chloe, his eyes seeming to see much more than she wanted.
To Chloes relief, a high-pitched shriek and excited laughter interrupted the conversation.
Look, Ben cupped her shoulder, urging her to turn. Hawke told me he was going to kidnap his bride. I wasnt sure hed go through with it.
But he had, the broad-shouldered, hard-faced groom, striding toward the exit with his bride in his arms, the love between the two palpable. Chloes chest tightened, her eyes burning. At least these two had found what they were seeking. At least one couple would have their happy ending.
For tonight anyway.
The cynical thought weaseled its way into Chloes mind, chasing away the softer emotions shed been feeling. She brushed back bangs that needed a trim and stepped away from Ben, ready to make her escape. Im going to start cleaning things up in the sanctuary.
You most certainly are not. Opal appeared at her side, a scowl pulling at the corners of her mouth. Youre going home. Ill take care of things here.
Im not going to leave you to do all this alone.
Who said Id be alone? As she spoke a white-haired gentleman stepped up beside Opal, his hand resting on her lower back. Opal glanced back and met his eyes, then turned to Chloe. This is Sam. He and I go back a few years.
A few decades, but she wont admit it. The older man smiled, his face creased into lines that reflected a happy, well-lived life. Sam Riley. And youre, Chloe. Ive heard a good bit about you.
Hopefully only good things. Sam Riley? It was a name she hadnt heard before. That, more than anything, made her wonder just what kind of relationship he had with Opal.
Mostly good things. He winked, his tan, lined face filled with humor. But I promise not to share any of the not-so-good things I heard if youll convince Opal to go for a walk with me after this shindig.
Sam Riley! Thats blackmail. Opals voice mixed with Bens laughter, her scowl matched by his smile.
Whatever works, doll.
How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? But it was obvious she didnt really mind; obvious there was something between the two. A past. Maybe even a future.
And no one deserved that more than Opal. If you agree to go for a walk with Sam, Ill agree to go home without an argument.
Opal speared her with a look that would have wilted her when she was a scared ten-year-old spending the night with her grandmothers neighbor. And thats blackmail, too. I thought Id taught youd better than that, young lady.
You tried.
Opal looked like she was going to argue more, then her gaze shifted from Chloe to Ben and back again. She smiled, a speculative look in her dark eyes. Of course, Ill need the van and youll need a ride back to the shop. Ben, you dont mind giving Chloe a ride to Blooming Baskets, do you?
Of course not.
I appreciate that, Ben, but weve put you out enough. It was a desperate bid to gain control of the situation. One Chloe knew was destined to fail.
Youre not putting me out at all.
Good. Opal smiled triumphantly. Its all settled. Wed better get started, Sam. Its getting colder every minute and I dont plan on freezing just so you and I can go for a walk. She grabbed Sams arm and pulled him away.
I guess weve got our orders. Bens hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark slacks, his profile all clean lines and chiseled angles. He would have fit just fine on the cover of GQ, his sandy hair rumpled, his strong features and easy smile enough to make any womans heart jump.
Any woman except for Chloe.
Her heart-jumping, pulse-pounding days of infatuation were over. Adams betrayal had ensured that. Still, if shed had her camera in hand, she might have been tempted to shoot a picture, capture Bens rugged good looks on film.
Trying to think of a way out of this? Bens words drew her from her thoughts. She shook her head, her cheeks heating.
Just wishing Opal hadnt asked you to give me a ride. Like I said, youve already done enough.
Why dont you let me be the judge of that? His hand closed around her elbow, the warmth of his palm sinking through the heavy fabric of her jacket as he smiled down into her eyes.
And her traitorous, hadnt-learned-its-lesson heart skipped a beat.
She wanted to pull away, but knew that would only call attention to her discomfort, so she allowed herself to be led out into the cool fall night and across the parking lot toward the trees that edged the property. Evergreens, oaks and shadows shifted and changed as Chloe and Ben moved closer. Was there someone watching? Maybe the same someone shed seen that morning.
Chloe tensed, the blackness of the evening pressing in around her and stealing her breath. Wheres your car?
Its at my place. Just through these trees.
Just through the trees.
As if walking through the woods at night was nothing. As if there werent a million hiding places in the dense foliage, a hundred dangers that could be concealed there. Chloe tried to pick up the pace, but her throbbing leg protested, her feet tangling in thick undergrowth. She tripped, stumbling forward.
Ben tightened his hold on her elbow, pulling her back and holding her steady as she regained her balance, his warmth, his strength seeping into her and easing the terror that clawed at her throat. Careful. There are a lot of roots and tree stumps through here.
Its hard to be careful when I cant see a thing.
Dont worry. I can see well enough for both of us. His voice was confident, his hand firm on her arm as he strode through the darkness, and for a moment Chloe allowed herself to believe she was safe, that the nightmare shed lived was really over.
Seconds later, they were out of the woods, crossing a wide yard and heading toward a small ranch-style house. Here we are. Home sweet home.
Its cute.
Thats what people keep telling me.
You dont think so?
Cute isnt my forte, but my wife, Theresa, probably would have enjoyed hearing the word over and over again. Unfortunately, she passed away a year before I finished seminary and never got a chance to see the place.
Im sorry.
Me, too.
You must miss her.
I do. She had cystic fibrosis and was really sick at the end. I knew I had to let her go, but it was still the hardest thing Ive ever done.
Chloe understood that. Despite anger and bitterness over Adams unfaithfulness, she still mourned his loss, and desperately wished she could have saved him. She imagined that years from now shed feel the same, grieving his death and all that might have been. I understand.
Youve lost someone close to you? He pulled the car door open, and gestured for her to get in, his gaze probing hers.
My fianc. Ex-fianc, but Chloe didnt say as much. He died eleven months ago.
Then I guess you do know. He waited until she slid into the car, then shut the door and walked around to the drivers side. Had you known each other long?
Three years. We were supposed to be married this past June. But things had gone horribly wrong even before the accident and theyd cancelled the wedding a month before Adams death.
Then todays wedding must have been tough.
Chloe shrugged, not wanting to acknowledge even to herself just how tough it had been. Dreams. Hopes. Promises. The day had been built on the fairy tale of happily-ever-after and watching it unfold had made Chloe long for what she knew was only an illusion. Not as hard as it would have been a few months ago.
Thats the thing about time. It doesnt heal the wounds, but it does make them easier to bear. He smiled into her eyes before he started the cars engine, the curve of his lips, the electricity in his gaze, doing exactly what Chloe didnt want it tomaking her heart jump and her pulse leap, whispering that if she wasnt careful shed end up being hurt again.
FIVE
It was close to seven when Chloe pulled her Mustang up to the Victorian that housed her apartment. Built on a hill, it offered a view of water and mountains, sky and grassland, the wide front porch and tall, gabled windows perfect for taking in the scenery. When Opal had brought her to look at the place the previous week, Chloe had been intrigued by the exterior. Walking through the cheery one-bedroom apartment Opals friend had been renting out, seeing its hardwood floors and Victorian trim, modern kitchen and old-fashioned claw-foot tub, had sealed the deal. She knew she wanted to live there.
Unlike so many other places shed lived in, this one felt like home.
Tonight though, it looked sinister. The windows dark, the lonely glow of the porch light doing nothing to chase away the blackness. Her car was the only one in the long driveway and Chloes gaze traveled the length of the house, the edges of the yard, the stands of trees and clumps of bushes, searching for signs of danger. There were none, but that didnt make her feel better. She knew just how quickly quiet could turn to chaos, safety to danger.
She also knew she couldnt stay in the car waiting for one of the other tenants to return home or for daylight to come.
She stepped out of the car, jogging toward the house, her pulse racing as something slithered in the darkness to her right. A squirrel searching for fall harvest? A deer hoping for still-green foliage?
Or something worse?
Her heart slammed against her ribs as she took the porch steps two at a time. The front door was unlocked, left that way by one of the other tenants, and Chloe shoved it open, stumbling across the threshold and into the foyer, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, her nerves screaming a warning.
Shut the door. Turn the lock. Get in the apartment.
The lock turned under her trembling fingers, her bad leg nearly buckling as she ran up the stairs to her apartment. She shoved the key into the lock, swung the door open. Slammed it shut again.
Safe.
Her heart slowed. Her gasping terror-filled breaths eased. Everything was fine. There was nothing outside that she needed to fear. Even if there was, she was locked in the house, locked in her apartment.
A loud bang sounded from somewhere below, and Chloe jumped, her fear back and clawing up her throat.
The back door.
The realization hit as the step at the bottom of the stairs creaked, the telltale sound sending Chloe across the room. She grabbed the phone, dialed 911, her heart racing so fast it felt as though it would burst from her chest.
Blackness threatened, panic stealing her breath and her oxygen, but Chloe refused to let it have her, forcing herself to breath deeply. To take action.
She grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen, her gaze on the door, her eyes widening with horror as the old-fashioned glass knob began to turn.
Chloe clutched the phone in one hand and the knife in the other, praying the lock would hold and wondering if passing out might be better than facing whatever was on the other side of the door.
Ben Avery bounced a redheaded toddler on his knee, and smiled at his friend, Sheriff Jake Reed, who was cradling a dark-haired infant. Im thinking we may be able to go fishing again in twenty-one years.
Youre going next weekend. Tiffany Reed strode into the room, her red hair falling around her shoulders in wild waves. Three weeks after having her second child, she looked as vivacious and lovely as ever. Jake needs a break.
From what? Jake stood, laid the baby in a bassinet and wrapped his arms around his wife. This is where I want to be.
I know that, but Bens made two weeks worth of meals for us. Its time for you to take him out to thank him.
Ben stood, the little girl in his arms giggling as he tickled her belly. I made the meals because I wanted to. I dont need any thanks.
Of course you dont, but you and Jake are still going fishing next weekend. Right, honey?
Jake met Bens eyes, shrugged and smiled. I guess we are. What time?
Before Ben could reply, Jakes cell phone rang. He glanced at the number. Work. Id better take it.
Tiffany pulled her daughter from Bens arms, shushing the still-giggling child and carrying her from the room.
Ben made himself comfortable, settling back onto the sofa and waiting while Jake answered the phone. Whatever was happening couldnt be good if Jake was being called in.
Reed here. Right. Give me the address. He jotted something down on a piece of paper. Davidson?
At the name, Ben straightened, an image of straight black hair and emerald eyes flashing through his mind.
Okay. Keep her on the phone. Ill be there in ten. Jake hung up, grabbed a jacket from the closet.
You said Davidson?
Yeah. Lady living out on the lake in the Richards place is reporting an intruder in the house. My men are tied up at an accident outside of town, so Im going to take the call.
Did you get a first name?
Chloe.
Im coming with you.
Jake raised an eyebrow. Sorry, thats not the way it works.
It is this time. Ill stay in the squad car until you clear things, but Im coming.
Since I dont have time to argue or ask questions, well do it your way.
It took only seconds for Jake to say goodbye to his family, but those seconds seemed like a lifetime to Ben, every one of them another opportunity for whoever was in the house with Chloe to harm her. As they climbed into the cruiser and sped toward the lake, Ben could only pray that shed be safe until he and Jake arrived.
Sirens sounded in the distance and Chloe backed toward the window that overlooked the front door, her gaze still fixed on the glass knob. It hadnt turned again, but she was expecting it to and wondering what shed do if or when the door crashed open.
Chloe? Are you still there? The woman on the other end of the line sounded as scared as Chloe felt.
Yes. She glanced out the window, saw a police cruiser pull up to the house, lights flashing, sirens blaring. The police are here. Im going to hang up.
Dont
But Chloe was already disconnecting, tossing the phone and knife onto the couch and hurrying toward the door. The stairs creaked, footsteps pounded on wooden steps and a fist slammed against the door. Ms. Davidson? Sheriff Jake Reed. Are you okay?
Fine. She pulled the door open, stepping back as a tall, hard-faced man strode in, a gun in his hand.
Good. Im going to escort you to my car. I want you to stay there until Im finished in here.
Finished?
Making sure whoever was here isnt still hanging around.
Still hanging around?
Chloe didnt like the sound of that and hurried down the stairs and outside, the crisp fall air making her shiver. Or maybe it was fear that had her shaking.
I wont be long. Stay in the car until I come back out. I dont want to mistake you for the intruder.
And I dont want to be out here alone. She might not like the idea of someone being in the house, but she liked the idea of staying outside by herself even less.
Then its good you dont have to be. As he spoke a figure stepped out of the cruiser. Tall, broad-shouldered and moving with lithe and silent grace.
Chloe knew who it was immediately, her visceral response announcing his name, her betraying heart leaping in acknowledgement. Ben, what are you doing here?
How about we discuss it in the cruiser? He wrapped an arm around her waist and hurried her down the steps. Strong, solid, dependable in a way Adam had never been. The comparison didnt sit well with Chloe. Noticing how different Ben was from the man shed once loved was something she shouldnt be doing.
Climb in. He held the cruiser door open for her, then slid in himself, his knee nudging her leg, his arm brushing hers.
She scooted back against the door, doing her best to ignore the scent of pine needles and soap that drifted on the air, but he leaned in close, his jaw tight, his face much harder than it had seemed earlier. Are you okay?
Just scared.
Jake said someone was inside the house with you. Did he make it into your apartment?
No, but it looked like he was trying to get in. She shuddered, watching as the lights in the attic area of the Victorian flicked on.
Did you see the person?
I saw something before I went in the house, but if it was a person, I couldnt tell. There was no way I was going to open the apartment door to take a look.
Im glad you didnt. That would have been a bad idea. The porch light flicked off, then on again, and Ben pushed open the car door. Thats Jakes all clear. Ready to go back inside?
Of course. But she wasnt really. Sitting in the car with Ben seemed a lot safer than stepping back into the darkness.
He rounded the car, pulled open her door and offered a hand. Itll be okay, Chloe. Whoever it was is long gone.
Chloe nodded, not trusting herself to speak, afraid anything she said would be filled with the panic and paranoia that had chased her from D.C. Nightmares. Terror. The feeling of being watched, of being stalked. Shed been plagued with all of them since being released from the hospital nine months ago. Post-traumatic stress. Thats what the doctors said. Thats what the police said. Given enough time, Ben and Jake would probably say the same.
She braced herself as she stepped back into the house, sure that Jake would tell her hed found nothing, that her mind had been playing tricks on her, that nothing had happened. She was only partially right.
Jake seemed convinced that something had happened, but his list of evidence was sliman unlocked back door, a smudge of dirt on the back deck that might have been a footprint, fingerprints that might have belonged to the intruder, but more likely belonged to someone who lived in the house.
Well get prints of the other tenants. See if Ive picked up anything that doesnt belong to one of you. Can you come to the station Monday?
Ive got to work, but Im sure Opal will give me the time off.
Good. In the meantime, keep the doors locked and dont take unnecessary risks. Im thinking this is probably a kid playing a prank or hoping to find some quick cash, but you never know.
No, you dont. Chloe shifted her weight, trying to ease the ache in her leg, trying to convince herself that the sheriff was right and that what had just happened had nothing to do with her former life.
Tried, but wasnt successful.
He must have sensed her misgivings. His gaze sharpened, going from warm blue to ice. Is there something youre not telling me? If so its best to get it out in the open now.
Im just not sure what happened tonight was random. There. It was out. For better or worse. If it made her look crazy, so be it.
And you have a reason for thinking that? His tone was calm, but there was an edge to his words, a hardness to his face that hadnt been there before.
This isnt the first time Ive been followed into a building. Its not the first time Ive felt like I was in danger.
It sounds like theres a lot more to the story than what happened tonight. Maybe we should finish this discussion in your apartment. He started up the stairs, giving Chloe no choice but to follow.
Which was fine.
It was better to get everything out on the table now rather than later. And Chloe was pretty sure there would be a later. As much as shed hoped things would be different here, she hadnt been convinced she could leave all her troubles behind. Apparently, shed been right.
Do you want me to wait outside? Ben spoke quietly as he followed her up the stairs and Chloe knew what her answer should be. Yes, wait outside. Yes, keep your distance.
Unfortunately, knowing what she should say didnt make her say it. No. Youre fine. Im going to get some coffee started. Then well talk.
She stepped into the living room, limped to the kitchen, and pulled coffee and a package of cookies from the cupboard. If she had to talk about the past, she might as well have sugar in her while she did it.
Cookie, anyone?
The sheriff shook his head, a hint of impatience in his eyes. You were going to tell me why you dont think tonight was a prank.
Chloe nodded, forcing her muscles to relax and her tone to remain calm. Sounding hysterical was a surefire way to make herself seem unbalanced. Eleven months ago someone tried to kill me. He failed.
The words had an immediate effect. Both men straightened, leaned toward her. Intent. Focused. Concerned.
Now if theyd just stay that way through the entire story, Chloe might believe that things really were going to be different.
Who? Jake pulled a small notebook from his pocket, started scribbling notes in it.
A man named Matthew Jackson.
Do you know where he is now?
Federal prison serving a life sentence for murder.
Murder? Ben reached over and took the cookies from her hand, pulled two out of the package and handed her one.
My fianc was killed in the accident Jackson caused.
Jake glanced up from the notepad. And you think that has something to do with what happened tonight?
I dont know. I just know that ever since the accident, things have been happening.
Things?
Was there a tinge of doubt in Jakes voice, a look of disbelief on his face? Or was Chloe just imagining what shed seen so many times on the faces of so many other police officers. Like I said, Ive had the feeling that I was being followed. A couple of times I was sure someone had been in my apartment.
There was something else, too. Something that she didnt dare bring up.
You contacted the police?
Yes. They investigated.
And?
At first they thought I was being stalked by some of Jacksons friends. He was part of a cult that Id helped close down a few months earlier.
The Strangers? Ben took another cookie from the pack.
Surprised, Chloe met his gaze, saw the interest and concern there. Yes.
I remember hearing about it in the news. A computer forensics specialist was investigating a cult members death and found evidence that implicated the leader. He went to jail for money laundering, but they couldnt prove that hed killed his follower.
The deceaseds name was Ana Benedict. She started working as an accountant for the cults leader and was dead a few months later. Her death was ruled a suicide, but her parents didnt believe it.
You seem to know an awful lot about it. Jake was still writing, a frown creasing his forehead.
I worked freelance for the private investigator Anas parents hired. They had her laptop, but there wasnt much on it. I was hired to search for deleted files and I found plenty. Ana had documented everything. The Strangers were involved in the drug trade and were laundering money through their organization. I brought the information to the FBI.
And Jackson blamed you when the cult dispersed.
Yes.
You said that after the attempt on your life, you felt like you were being followed and that someone had been in your apartment. The police suspected other cult members?
For a while.
And then?
Chloe grabbed mugs and poured coffee into them. Anything to keep from facing the two men who were watching her so intently. They decided it was all in my head.
I see. Jake spoke quietly, but Chloe knew he didnt see at all.
She turned back around, handing a cup to each man. Look, Sheriff Reed
Call me Jake.
Jake, there may not be evidence proving Im being stalked, but that doesnt mean its not happening.
I dont think I said it wasnt. He sipped his coffee, exchanging a glance with Ben, one that excluded Chloe and conveyed a message she couldnt even begin to figure out.
No, you didnt, but Ive been told it enough times to imagine thats what youre thinking.
What Im thinking is that I dont know what happened in D.C. Whatever it was, its not going to happen here. He placed his coffee cup on the counter. Id better head out. If you think of anything else that might be helpful, give me a call.
I will. Chloe followed him to the door, holding it open as he stepped out and started down the stairs.
Ben held back, the concern in his eyes obvious. Will you be okay here alone?
Ive been living alone since I was eighteen.
That doesnt mean youll be okay.
Of course Ill be okay. What other choice do I have? She tried to smile, but knew she failed miserably.
You could stay with Opal.
And bring whatever danger was following her into her friends life? Chloe didnt think so. No, I really will be fine.
Ben watched her for a moment, his gaze so intense Chloe fidgeted. Then he nodded. All right. Keep the doors locked and be safe.
He stepped out into the hall and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Chloe in the silent apartment.
Be safe?
She didnt even know what the word meant anymore. She sighed, grabbed a cookie from the package and collapsed onto the easy chair. Maybe shed figure it out again. Maybe. Somehow she doubted that would be the case.
SIX
Sounds like your friend has a big problem. Jakes comment echoed what Ben had been thinking since hed walked out of Chloes apartment.
Really big.
Unless the police in D.C. are right and the stalker is all in her head.
She seems pretty sure about whats been going on.
Being sure of something only means weve convinced ourselves that its true. I dont put much stock in it. Despite the gruff words, Jake sounded pensive and Ben knew he was leaning toward Chloes version of things.
You seemed to believe someone was at her apartment.
I do. Im just not convinced it has anything to do with what happened in D.C. It could just as easily have been a kid, or someone out to steal a few bucks.
It could have been.
But you dont think so?
I think theres more to the story than Chloe is telling. I think that until we have all the information, itll be hard to know exactly whats going on.
Agreed. Im going call some friends that are still on the D.C. police force and see what they have to say. He paused as he pulled into the driveway of his house. Regardless of what they say, Im treating this like any other investigation until I can prove its not one.
I didnt expect anything less.
And I didnt expect to be as curious about you and Chloe as I am. Jake grinned, pushed open his door. So, are you going to tell me whats going on between you two, or am I going to have to speculate?
I met her at the wedding today.
And?
And I would have introduced the two of you if youd been there.
Im almost sorry I missed it.
Almost?
Tiffany isnt ready to take the baby out or leave him with a sitter yet. Im not ready to spend my Saturday away from her.
Whod have thought marriage would make you into such a romantic? Ben grinned and got out of the car. Id better head home. Ive got to work tomorrow.
Good avoidance technique, but I still want to know about you and Chloe.
Youve been living small-town life for too long. Youre getting nosy.
Only when it comes to my friends.
Sorry to disappoint, but you know as much about Chloe as I do.
Im not interested in what you know about her. Im wondering what you think of her.
Right now? I think shes a nice lady whos been hurt a lot.
Look, Ben, if you were anyone else, Id keep my nose out of it, but youre not, so Im going to say whats on my mind.
Go ahead.
Chloe does seem like a nice lady, but I know trouble when I see it. I see it when I look at her.
And?
And be careful. I dont want that trouble coming after you.
Thanks for the worry, but Im pretty good at taking care of myself. Ill be fine.
Jake nodded, but his jaw was tight, his expression grim. Ive got a bad feeling about this. Really bad. Watch your back.
With that he walked away, stepping into his well-lit house, into the warmth of family and home, and leaving Ben to himself and his thoughts.
Thoughts that were similar to Jakes.
Trouble did seem to be closing in on Chloe. If Ben were smart, hed keep his distance from it and from her. Unfortunately, he didnt think that was going to be possible. Something told him that Chloe was about to become a big part of his life. He might not want the complication, might not like it, but that seemed to be where God was leading him. If that were the case, Ben would just have to hold on tight and pray the ride wasnt nearly as bumpy as he thought it was going to be.
Apparently, Chloes intruder was big news in Lakeview, and at least half a dozen customers converged on the flower shop minutes after it opened Monday morning. Opal seemed happy about all the business, but by noon Chloe was tired of the sometimes blatant, sometimes subtle questions. How many times and how many ways could a person say I dont know before she went absolutely insane?
Not many more than Chloe had already said.
She pulled a dozen red carnations from the refrigerated display case, grabbed some filler and headed back to the shops front counter, doing her best to tamp down irritation as she listened to two elderly women discuss the incident in loud whispers.
Here they are, Opal. She spoke a little more forcefully than necessary, hoping to interrupt the womens conversation.
It only seemed to make them think she wanted to be part of it.
The taller of the two smiled at Chloe. Those are absolutely lovely, dear. Im impressed that you could focus on picking the perfect flowers after such a harrowing experience.
Thank you. What else could she say? I try to keep my mind on the job.
But arent you terrified? The shorter, more rotund woman shuddered, her owl-eyed gaze filled with both fear and anticipation, as if she were hoping for a juicy tidbit of information to pass along.
Not really. At least no more than shed been before shed come to Lakeview. The sheriff assured me hed do everything he could to find the person responsible.
Though Chloe wondered if hed be saying the same after he talked to the police in D.C. She wasnt looking forward to the conversation they were going to have when he found out about her recent hospitalization and its supposed cause.
She refused to worry about it and tried to focus on her job instead, shoving the carnations into a vase and scowling when two stems broke.
Keep it up and Ill be out of business in no time. Opal took the flowers and vase from her hands, smiling at the women who were watching wide-eyed and interested. Ill finish this up. Arent you supposed to go to the police station today?
Yes, but it can wait.
You know how I feel about procrastination. It only makes more work for everyone. Go punch out and head over there. Since we dont know how long its going to take, I think you should just take the rest of the day off.
Weve had a lot of business so far, Opal. Are you sure you want to handle the rest of the afternoon alone?
I handled it alone for two years before I hired help. Besides, Ive hired a kid from church to come in after school until Jenna gets back. Lauras her name. Shes a senior trying to save money for college. It should work out well for all of us. Now, go ahead and do what needs doing. Then go have some fun.
Fun? Fun was puppies and kittens, laughter and friendship. Relaxation. Fun was something Chloe wasnt even sure she knew how to do anymore.
Yes, fun. Go shopping. Get your nails done. Better yet, go to Beckys Diner and have a slice of warm apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on it. Thats fun.
It does sound good. But being at home sounded better. Safe behind closed doors and locked in tight.
But you wont do it.
I might.
Hmph. Well see, I guess. Now, get out of here. Ive got work to do and youre distracting me.
Destroying flowers and distracting you. I dont know why you keep me on.
Because you bring in so much business. Now, shoo.
Chloe laughed as she stepped through the doorway that led to the back of the shop.
It didnt take long to punch out and gather her jacket and purse. Outside, the day was misty and cold, the thick clouds and steely sky ominous. Several cars were parked in the employee parking lot behind the building, but Chloe was the only person there. In the watery afternoon light, the stillness seemed unnatural, the quiet, sinister, and she was sure she felt the weight of someones stare as she hurried toward her car.
She shivered, fumbling for her keys, the feeling that she was being watched so real, so powerful, that she was sure shed be attacked at any moment. Finally, the key slid into the lock, the door opened and she scrambled in, slamming the door shut, locking it.
Against nothing. The parking lot was still empty of life. The day still and silent.
Youre being silly and paranoid. She muttered the words as she put the car into gear. Being afraid because an intruder is in the house is one thing. Being afraid to cross a parking lot in the middle of the day is ridiculous.
But she was afraid.
No amount of self-talk, no amount of rationalization could change that.
She sighed, steering her vintage Mustang toward the parking lot exit. Opal was right. She needed to do something fun, something to get her mind off the tension and anxiety shed been feeling since Saturday night, but she hadnt had time to make friends since shed come to Lakeview and she had no intention of going anywhere or doing anything by herself. The fact was, despite what the D.C. police had told her, despite what her friends, doctors and psychologist had said, she couldnt shake the feeling that danger was following her. That the accident hadnt been the end of the violence against her. That eventually the past would catch up to her. And when it did, she just might not survive.
No, she definitely didnt want to go anywhere by herself, but she didnt want to go with someone, either. Look what had happened to Adam because he was with her when a murderer struck.
Hot tears stung her eyes, but she forced them away. Tears wouldnt help. Only answers could do that and Chloe didnt have any. Shed been living her life, doing what she thought was right, trying her best to be the person God wanted her to be. Then the rug had been pulled out from under her, the stability shed worked so hard for destroyed. All her childhood fears had come to passdeath, heartache, pain, faceless monsters stalking her through the darkness. Now, it seemed that God was far away, that her life had taken a taken a path that He wasnt on and that no matter how hard she tried to get back on course, she couldnt. As much as she wanted to believe differently, as much as she knew that God would never abandon His children, abandoned was exactly how she felt.
Abandoned and alone, her mind filled with nightmare images and dark shadows that reflected the hollow ache of her soul.
SEVEN
By the time she finished at the police station and returned home, it had started to rain. First a quick patter of drops, then a torrential downpour that pinged against the houses tin roof and seemed to echo Chloes mood. Outside, the clouds had turned charcoal, bubbling up from the horizon with barely contained violence.
Chloe put her mail on the kitchen table, grabbed a glass of water and opened sliding glass doors that led to the balcony off her living room. From there she could see the stark beauty of the lake as it reflected gray clouds and bare trees. Winter would arrive soon, bringing with it colder air and a starker landscape. It would be good to capture those changes on film, to hang a few new photos on the wall. The thought brightened her mood.
It had been a long time since shed photographed anything. In the aftermath of the accident, she hadnt had the time or the inclination. Now, with surgeries and physical therapy behind her, she did. She just hadnt had any desire to.
Except once.
An image flashed through her mindsandy hair, vivid blue eyes, a half smile designed to melt hearts.
Enough! She grabbed her digital camera from the top drawer of her dresser, refusing to think about Ben and determined to do what she should have months agoregain her life. Get back into her routines. Enjoy the hobbies shed found so much pleasure in before the accident. Maybe she couldnt go rock climbing anymore, but she could shoot pictures. And she would.
A soft tap sounded at the front door and Chloe jumped, her heart racing. She wasnt expecting company. Anyone could be out there, waiting to finish what was started almost a year ago.
She sidled along the wall, imagining bullets piercing the door and knowing just how ridiculous she was being. Whos there?
Ben Avery.
Ben? Surprised, relieved, Chloe pulled open the door and stepped aside so he could walk in. What are you doing here?
Carrying out my orders. He smiled, rain glistening in his sandy hair and beaded on his leather jacket, the scent of fall drifting into the room with him. Fall and something else. Something masculine and strong.
Chloe took a step back. Orders?
Opal and I ran into each other at the diner. She asked me to bring you this. He held out a brown paper bag, and Chloe took it, catching a whiff of apples and cinnamon.
Apple pie?
And ice cream. She had Doris put that in a separate container.
Fun in a bag?
I guess you could call it that.
Those are Opals words. Not mine. She said I should have a little fun today. I guess she wanted to make sure I did. Chloe smiled, touched by her friends thoughtfulness, though she wasnt sure she was happy with her methods. Thanks for bringing this over. Im sure you had better things to do with your time.
It seems like we had this conversation before. And Im going to tell you the same thing now that I did thenI cant think of any. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, his vivid blue gaze steady. Of course, bringing it here was only part of my job.
What was the other part?
Im supposed to make sure you eat it.
Tell me youre kidding.
Im afraid not. She said that if you faded away to nothing she wouldnt have any reliable help at the shop.
Shes conveniently forgetting Mary Alice and the new girl she hired.
Laura. She mentioned that shed left her to watch the store for a few minutes and had to hurry back.
You and Opal must have had a long conversation.
Not too long. He didnt seem inclined to say more, and Chloe decided not to press for details. Knowing Opal, shed said more than she should have. Eventually, she and Chloe would have to talk about that. For now, the pie smelled too good to ignore.
Since youve been ordered to make sure I eat this, maybe we can share. She moved into the small kitchen and set her camera down, grabbing two plates from the cupboard.
I was hoping youd say that. I brought enough for both of us. Ben moved toward her, an easy grin curving his lips and deepening the lines near his eyes. Was he thirty? Thirty-five? Older?
She shouldnt be wondering, but was.
And that didnt make her happy.
You knew I was going to invite you?
No, but I was hoping. He pulled a large plastic container from the bag, opened it up to reveal two slices of apple pie. Its my day off. Apple pie, ice cream and interesting company seemed like a good way to spend part of it.
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Shirlee McCoy
Someone was watching Chloe Davidson She had the unsettling feeling the stalker was waiting to strike.But who could it be? After a heartbreaking tragedy, Chloe had relocated to sleepy, safe Lakeview, Virginia, where she'd spent idyllic summers as a child. Where handsome minister Ben Avery had welcomed her and helped her believe in more than she'd ever thought possible. Yet her fear had followed her.Chloe kept seeing a stranger lurking in the shadows. And her things were going missing. Was it just her fragile imagination? Or was a sinister somebody much closer than she ever expected?
Stranger in the Shadows
Shirlee McCoy
To Brenda Minton who makes me laugh when I
want to cry. Thanks for the brainstorming sessions
and the pep talks, but mostly thanks for being you.
And to Bob and Jan Porter and
Dick and Carolyn Livesey who are
true encouragers.
Thanks for always cheering me on!
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EPILOGUE
ONE
It came in the night, whispering into her dreams. Silent stars, hazy moonlight, a winding road. Sudden, blinding light.
Impact.
Rolling, tumbling, terror. And then silence.
Smoke danced at the edges of memory as flames writhed serpentlike through cracked glass and crumbled metal, hissing and whirling in the timeless dance of death.
Adam! She reached for his hand, wanting to pull him from the car and from the dreamwhole and alive. Safe. But her questing hand met empty space and hot flame, her body flinching with the pain and the horror of it.
Sirens blared in the distance, their throbbing pulse a heartbeat ebbing and flowing with the growing flames. She turned toward the door, trying to push aside hot, bent metal, and saw a shadow beyond the shattered glass; a dark figure leaning toward the window, staring in. Dark eyes that seemed to glow in the growing flames.
Help me! She tried to scream the words, but they caught in her throat. And the shadow remained still and silent, watching as the car burned and she burned with it.
The shrill ring of an alarm clock sounded over the roar of flames, spearing into Chloe Davidsons consciousness and pulling her from the nightmare. For a moment there was nothing but the dream. No past. No present. No truth except hot flames and searing pain. But the flames werent real, the pain a fading memory. Reality waswhat?
Chloe scrambled to anchor herself in the present before she fell back into the foggy world of unknowns shed lived in during the weeks following the accident.
Saturday. Lakeview, Virginia. The Morran wedding. Flowers. Decorations. She listed each item as it came to mind, grabbing towels from the tiny closet beside the bathroom door, pulling clothes from her dresser. Black pants. Pink shirt. Blooming Baskets uniform. Her new job. Her new life. A normality she still didnt quite believe in.
The phone rang before she could get in the shower, the muted sound drawing her from the well-lit bedroom and into the dark living room beyond.
Hello? She pressed the receiver to her ear as she flicked on lamps and the overhead light, her heart still racing, her throbbing leg an insistent reminder of the nightmare shed survived.
Chloe. Opal, here.
At the sound of her friend and bosss voice, Chloe relaxed, leaning her hip against the sofa and forcing the dream and the memories to the back of her mind. Youve only been gone a day and youre already checking in?
Checking in? I wasnt planning to do that until tonight. This is business. Weve got a problem. Jennas gone into labor.
Opals only other full-time employee, Jenna Monroe, was eight months pregnant and glowing with it. At least she had been when Chloe had seen her the previous day. Shes not due for another four weeks.
Maybe not, but the baby has decided to make an appearance. Youre going to have to handle the setup for the Morran wedding on your own until I can get there.
Ill call Mary Alice
Mary Alice is going to have to stay at the store. We cant afford to close for the day and between the two of you, shes the better floral designer.
It doesnt take much to be better than me. Chloes dry comment fell on deaf ears, Opals voice continuing on, giving directions and listing jobs that needed to be done before the wedding guests arrived at the church.
So, thats it. Any questions?
No. But you do realize Ive only been working at Blooming Baskets for five days, right?
Are you saying you cant do this?
Im saying Ill try, but I cant guarantee the results.
No need to guarantee anything. Ive already left Baltimore. Ill be in Lakeview at least an hour before the wedding. Well finish the job together.
If I havent ruined everything by then.
Whats to ruin? Were talking flowers, ribbons and bows. Opal paused, and Chloe could imagine her raking a hand through salt and pepper curls, her strong face set in an impatient frown. Look, I have faith in your ability to handle this. Why dont you try to have some, too?
The phone clicked as Opal disconnected, and Chloe set the receiver down.
Faith? Maybe shed had it oncein herself and her abilities, in those she cared about. But that was before the accident, before Adams death. Before his betrayal. Before everything had changed.
Now she wasnt even sure she knew what the word meant.
It didnt take long to shower and change, to grab her keys and make her way out of her one-bedroom apartment and into the dark hallway of the aging Victorian she lived in.
Outside it was still dark, brisk fall air dancing through the grass and rustling the dying leaves of the bushes that flanked the front porch. Chloe scanned the shadowy yard, the trees that stretched spindly arms toward the heavens, the inky water of Smith Mountain Lake. There seemed a breathless quality to the morning, a watchful waiting that crawled along Chloes nerves and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A million eyes could be watching from the woods beside the house, a hundred men could be sliding silently toward the car and shed never know it, never see it until it was too late.
Cold sweat broke out on her brow, her hand shaking as she got in the car and shoved the keys into the ignition.
You are not going to have a panic attack about this. She hissed the words as she drove up the long driveway and turned onto the road, refusing to think about what she was doing, refusing to dwell on the darkness that pressed against the car windows. Soon dawn would come, burning away the night and her memories. For now, shed just have to deal with both.
Forty minutes later, Chloe arrived at Grace Christian Church, the pink Blooming Baskets van shed picked up at the shop loaded with decorations and floral arrangements. It was just before seven. The wedding was scheduled for noon. Guests would arrive a little before then. That meant she had four hours to get ready for what Opal and Jenna had called the biggest event to take place in Lakeview in a decade. And Chloe was the one setting up for it.
She would have laughed if she werent so sure she was about to fail. Miserably.
Cold crisp air stung her cheeks as she stepped to the back of the van and pulled open the double doors. The sickeningly sweet funeral-parlor stench nearly made her gag as she dragged the first box out.
Need a hand?
The voice was deep, masculine and so unexpected Chloe jumped, the box of wrought iron candelabras dropping from her hands. She whirled toward the sound, but could see nothing but the deep gray shadows of trees and foliage. Thank you, but Im fine.
You sure? Looks like youve got a full van there. A figure emerged from the trees, a deeper shadow among many others, but moving closer.
I can manage. As she spoke, she dug in her jacket pocket, her fist closing around the small canister of pepper spray she carried. She didnt know who this guy was, but if he got much closer he was going to get a face full of pain.
Im sure you can, but Opal wont be happy if I let you. She just ordered me out of bed and over here to help. So here I am. Ready to lend a hand. Or two. His voice was amiable, his stride unhurried. Chloe released her hold on the spray.
Opal shouldnt have bothered you, Mr?
Ben Avery. And it wasnt a bother.
She knew the name, had heard plenty about the handsome widower who pastored Grace Christian Church. Opals description of the mans single-and-available status had led Chloe to believe he was Opals contemporary. Late fifties or early sixties.
In the dim morning light, he looked closer to thirty and not like any pastor Chloe had ever seen, his hair just a little too long, his leather jacket more biker than preacher.
Bother or not, Im sure you have other things to do with your time, Pastor Avery.
I cant think of any offhand. And call me Ben. Everyone else does. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the scent of pine needles and soap drifting on the air as he leaned forward and grabbed the box shed dropped.
Chloe thought about arguing, but insisting she do the job herself would only waste time she didnt have. She shrugged. Then I guess Ill accept your help and say thanks.
You might want to hold off on the thanks until we see how many flower arrangements I manage to massacre.
Youre not the only one who may massacre a few. I know as much about flowers as the average person knows about nuclear physics.
He laughed, the sound shivering along Chloes nerves and bringing her senses to life. Opal did mention that youre a new hire.
Should I ask what else she mentioned?
You can, but that was about all she said. That and, Itll be on your head, Ben Avery, if Chloe decides to quit because of the pressure shes under today.
That sounds just like her. The rat.
She is, but shes a well-meaning rat.
Very true. Chloe pulled out another box. And I really could use the help. This is a big job.
Then I guess wed better get moving. Between the two of us we should be able to get most of the setup done before Opal arrives. Ben pushed open the church door, waiting as Chloe moved more slowly across the parking lot.
Ladies first. He gestured for her to step inside, but Chloe hesitated.
She hated the dark. Hated the thought of what might be lurking in it. The inside of the church was definitely dark, the inky blackness lit by one tiny pinpoint of light flashing from the ceiling. She knew it must be a smoke detector, but her mind spiraled into the darkness, carried her back to the accident, to the shadowy figure standing outside the window of the car, to the eyes that had seemed to glow red, searing into her soul and promising a slow, torturous death.
She swayed, her heart racing so fast she was sure she was going to pass out.
Hey, are you okay? Ben wrapped a hand around her arm, anchoring her in place, his warmth chasing away some of the fear that shivered through her.
Im fine. Of course she wasnt fine. Not by a long shot. But her terror was only a feeling, the danger imagined.
She took a deep breath, stepped into the room, the darkness enveloping her as the door clicked shut. Chloe forced herself to concentrate on the moment, on the soft pad of Bens shoes as he moved across the floor, the scent of pine needles and soap that drifted on the air around him.
Finally, overhead lights flicked on, illuminating a wide hallway. Hardwood floors, creamy walls, bulletin boards filled with announcements and pictures. The homey warmth of it drew her in and welcomed her.
Chloe turned, facing Ben, seeing him clearly for the first time, her heart leaping as she looked into the most vividly blue eyes shed ever seen. Deep sapphire, they burned into hers, glowing with life, with energy, with an interest that made Chloe step back, the box clutched close, a flimsy barrier between herself and the man whod done what no other had in the past yearmade her want to keep looking, made her want to know more, made her wish she were the woman shed been before Adams death.
His gaze touched her face, the scar on her neck, the mottled flesh of her hand, but he didnt comment or ask the questions so many people felt they had the right to. The sanctuary is through here. Lets bring these in. Then Ill make some coffee before we get the rest from the van.
Chloe followed silently, surprised by her response to Ben and not happy about it. Shed made too many mistakes with Adam, had too many regrets. There wasnt room for anything else. Or anyone.
Where do you want these? Bens question pulled her from her thoughts and she glanced around the large room. Rows of pews, their dark wood gleaming in the overhead light, flanked a middle aisle. A few stairs led to a pulpit and a choir loft, a small door to one side of them closed tight.
On the first pew will be fine. Ill start there and work my way back. She avoided looking in Bens direction as she spoke, preferring to tell herself shed imagined the bright blue of his eyes, the warm interest there. He was a pastor, after all, and she was a woman who had no interest in men.
Am I making you nervous?
Startled, Chloe glanced up, found herself pulled into his gaze again.
No. At least not much. Why do you ask?
Sometimes my job makes people uncomfortable. He smiled, his sandy hair and strong, handsome face giving him a boy-next-door appearance that seemed at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
Not me. Though Ben seemed to be having that effect on her.
Good to know. He smiled again, but his gaze speared into hers and she wondered what he was seeing as he looked so deeply into her eyes. And just so were clear. Florists dont make me uncomfortable.
Despite herself, Chloe smiled. Then I guess that means well both be nice and relaxed while we work.
Not until we have some coffee. I dont know about you, but Im not much good for anything until Ive had a cup.
His words were the perfect excuse to end the conversation and move away from Ben, and Chloe started back toward the sanctuary door, anxious to refocus her thinking, recenter her thoughts. Ill keep unloading while you make some.
Ben put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her before she could exit the room. If the rest of the boxes are as heavy as the last one, maybe you should make the coffee and I should unload.
Ill be fine.
You will be, but I wont if Opal finds out I let you carry in a bunch of heavy boxes while I made coffee.
Whos going to tell her?
Id feel obligated to. After all, shes bound to ask how things went and Im bound to tell the truth.
For the second time since shed met Ben, Chloe found herself smiling at his words. Not good. Not good at all. Men were bad news. At least all the men in Chloes life had been. The sooner she put distance between herself and Ben, the better shed feel. Since you put it that way, I guess I cant argue.
Glad to hear it, because arguing isnt getting me any closer to having that cup of coffee. Come on, Ill show you to the kitchen. He strode out of the sanctuary, moving with long, purposeful strides.
Chloe followed more slowly, not sure what it was about Ben that had sparked her interest and made her want to look closer. He was a man, just like any other man shed ever known, but there was something in his eyessecrets, depthsthat begged exploration.
Fortunately, shed learned her lesson about men the hard way and she had no intention of learning any more. Shed just get through the wedding preparations, get through the day, then go back to her apartment and forget Ben Avery and his compelling gaze.
TWO
The industrial-size kitchen had a modern feel with a touch of old-time charm, the stainless steel counters and appliances balanced by mellow gold paint, white cabinets and hardwood floor. Chloe hovered in the doorway, wary, unsure of herself in a way she hadnt been a year ago, watching as Ben plugged in a coffeemaker and pulled a can of coffee from a cupboard. He gestured her over and Chloe stepped into the room ignoring the erratic beat of her heart. This is a nice space.
Yeah, it is, but I cant take credit. We remodeled a couple of years ago. The church ladies decided on the setup and color scheme. Opal pretty much spearheaded the project.
That doesnt surprise me. Shes a take-charge kind of person. Its one of the things I admire about her.
Have you known her long? He leaned a hip against the counter, relaxed and at ease. Apparently not at all disturbed by the fact that hed been called out of bed before dawn on a cool November day to help a woman he didnt know set up flowers for a wedding he was probably officiating.
Strange.
Interesting.
Intriguing.
Enough!
Chloe rubbed the scarred flesh on her wrist, forcing her thoughts back to the conversation. Since I was a kid.
You grew up in Lakeview? His gaze was disconcerting, and Chloe resisted the urge to look away.
No, I visited in the summer. She didnt add more. The past was something she didnt share. Especially not with strangers.
Ben seemed to take the hint, turning away and pulling sugar packets from a cupboard. Its a good place to spend the summer. And the fall, winter and spring. He smiled. Theres cream in the fridge if you take it. Id better get moving on those boxes.
With that he strode from the room, his movements lithe and silent, almost catlike in their grace. He might be a pastor now, but Chloe had a feeling hed been something else before hed felt a call to ministry. Military. Police. Firefighter. Something that required control, discipline and strength.
Not that it mattered or was any of her business.
Chloe shook her head, reaching for a coffee filter and doing her best to concentrate on the task at hand. Obviously, the nightmare had thrown her off, destroying her focus and hard-won control. She needed to get both back and she needed to do it now. Opal was counting on her. There was no way she planned to disappoint the one person in her life who had never disappointed her.
She paced across the room, staring out the window above the sink, anxiety a cold, hard knot in her chest. New beginnings. Thats what she hoped for. Prayed for. But maybe she was too entrenched in the past to ever escape it. Maybe coming to Lakeview was nothing more than putting off the inevitable.
Outside, dawn bathed the churchyard in purple light and deep shadows, the effect sinister. Ominous. A thick stand of trees stood at the far end of the property, tall pines and heavy-branched oaks reaching toward the ever-brightening sky. As the coffee brewed, the rich, full scent of it filled the kitchen, bringing memories of hot summer days, lacy curtains, open windows, soft voices. Safety.
But safety and security never lasted. All Chloe could hope for was a measure of peace.
She started to turn away from the window, but something moved near the edge of the yard, a slight shifting in the darkness that caught her attention. Was that a person standing in the shadows of the trees? It was too far to see the details, the light too dim. But Chloe was sure there was a person there. Tall. Thin. Looking her way.
She took a step back, her pulse racing, her skin clammy and cold. This was the nightmare again. The stranger watching, waiting on the other side of the glass. Only this time Chloe wasnt trapped in a car and surrounded by flames. This time she was able to run. And thats just what she did, turning away from the window, rushing from the kitchen and slamming into a hard chest.
She flew back, her bad leg buckling, her hands searching for purchase. Her fingers sank into cool leather as strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her upright.
Careful. Weve got a lot to do. Its probably best if we dont kill each other before we finish. Bens words tickled against her hair, his palms warm against her ribs. He felt solid and safe and much too comfortable.
Chloe stepped back, forcing herself to release her white-knuckled grip on his jacket. Sorry. I didnt mean to run you down.
You didnt even come close. His gaze swept over her, moving from her face, to her hands and back again. Is everything okay? You look pale.
I But what was she going to say? That shed seen someone standing outside the church? That she thought it might be the same person whod stood outside her burning car, watching while the flames grew? The same person whod been in jail for eleven months? Everything is fine. Im just anxious to get started in the sanctuary.
He stared hard, as if he could see beyond her answer to the truth that she was trying to hide, the paranoia and fear that had dogged her for months. Finally, he nodded. How about we grab the coffee and get started?
Go back into the kitchen? Back near the window that looked out onto the yard? Maybe catch another glimpse of whoever was standing near the trees. No thanks. You go ahead. Ill start unpacking boxes.
She hurried back toward the sanctuary, feeling the weight of Bens gaze as she stepped through the double wide doors. She didnt look back, not wanting him to see the anxiety and frustration in her face.
Shed been so sure that moving away from D.C., leaving behind her apartment, her job, starting a new life, would free her from the anxiety that had become way too much a part of who she was. Seven days into her new life and shed already sunk back into old patterns and thought processes.
Her hands trembled as she pulled chocolate-colored ribbon from a box and began decorating the first pew. Long-stemmed rosesdeep red, creamy white, rusty orangeneeded to be attached. She pulled a bouquet from a bucket Ben had brought in and wrestled it into place, a few petals falling near her feet as she tied a lopsided bow around the stems.
Better be careful. Opal wont like it if the roses are bald when she gets here. Ben moved toward her, a coffee cup in each hand, sandy hair falling over his forehead.
Hopefully, she wont notice a few missing petals.
A few? No. A handful? Maybe. He set both cups on a pew and scooped up several silky petals. I brought you coffee. Black. You didnt look like the sugar and cream type.
He was right, and Chloe wasnt sure she was happy about it. What gave it away?
Your eyes. He didnt elaborate and Chloe didnt ask, just lifted the closest cup, inhaling the rich, sharp scent of the coffee and doing her best to avoid Bens steady gaze.
Which annoyed her. Shed never been one to avoid trouble. Never been one to back away from a challenge. Never been. But the accident had changed her.
She took a sip of the coffee, pulled more ribbon from the box, forcing lightness to her movements and to her voice. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If youre seeing black coffee in mine, Im in big trouble.
Im seeing a lot more than black coffee in there. He grabbed a bouquet of roses, holding it while Chloe hooked it in place and tied a ribbon around the stems, feeling the heat of Bens body as he leaned in close to help, wondering what it was he thought he saw in her eyes.
Or maybe not wondering. Maybe she knew. Darkness. Sorrow. Guilt. Emotions shed tried to outrun, but that refused to be left behind.
She grabbed another ribbon, another bouquet, trying to lose herself in the rhythm of the job.
The flowers look good. Are they Opals design, or Jennas? The switch in subjects was a welcome distraction, and Chloe answered quickly.
Im not sure. They were designed months before I started working at Blooming Baskets.
Do you like it there?
Yes. She just wasnt sure how good she was at it. Digging into the bowels of a computer hard drive to find hidden files was one thing. Unraveling yards of tulle and ribbon and handling delicate flowers was another. But its a lot different than what I used to do.
What was that?
Computers. She kept the answer short. Giving a name to her job as a computer forensic specialist usually meant answering a million questions about her chosen career.
Former career.
Sounds interesting.
It was. It had also been dangerous. Much more dangerous than she ever could have imagined before Adams death. But that was something she didnt need to be thinking about when she had a few dozen pews and an entire reception hall left to decorate.
Chloe pulled out more ribbon, started on the next pew and wondered how long it was going to take to complete the decorations on the rest. Too long. Unless she started working a lot faster.
She moved forward, more ribbon in her hand. Ben moved with her, his sandy head bent close to hers as he helped hold the next bunch of roses in place, his presence much more of a distraction than it should have been. Maybe we should split up. You take the pews on the other side of the aisle. Ill finish the ones over here.
Trying to get rid of me?
Absolutely. I just think well get the job done more quickly that way.
Maybe, but we seem to be making pretty good headway together. Two sets of hands are definitely helpful in this kind of work.
He had a point. A good one. If she had to hold the flowers and tie the ribbons it would probably take double the time. And time was not something she had enough of. Youre probably right. Lets keep going the way we are.
Silently?
Chloe glanced up into Bens eyes, saw amusement there. I dont mind talking while we work.
As long as its not about the past?
Something like that.
I bet that limits conversation.
Chloe shrugged, tying the next bow, grabbing more ribbon. There are plenty of other things to talk about.
Like?
Like what Opals going to say if she gets here and were not done.
The deep rumble of Bens laughter filled the air. Point taken. Ill lay off the questions and move a little faster.
Four hours later, Chloe placed the last centerpiece on the last table in the reception hall; the low bowl with floating yellow, cream and burnt umber roses picked up the color in the standing floral arrangements that dotted the edges of the room. Roses. Lilies. A half a dozen other flowers whose names she didnt know.
You did it! And it looks almost presentable. Opal Winchesters voice broke the silence and Chloe turned to face the woman whod been surrogate mother to her during long-ago summers, watching as she moved across the room, her salt and pepper curls bouncing around a broad face, her sturdy figure encased in a dark suit and pink shirt.
I didnt do it alone.
I know. Where is that good-looking young pastor?
Home getting ready for the wedding. Which hes officiating after spending almost four hours helping with the floral decorations.
Did he complain?
No.
Then I dont expect you to, either. Opal slid an arm around Chloes waist and surveyed the room. Its beautiful, isnt it?
It is. You and Jenna did a great job.
So did you and Ben. Opal cast a sly look in Chloes direction, her dark eyes sparkling. So, what did you think of him?
Who?
Ben Avery. As if you didnt know.
Hes helpful.
And?
And hes helpful. Chloe brushed thick bangs out of her eyes and limped a few steps away from Opal, smoothing a wrinkle out of a tablecloth, determined not to give her friend any hint of how Ben had effected her. How was your drive?
Youre changing the subject, but Ill allow it seeing as how Im so proud of what youve accomplished this morning. The drive was slow. I thought Id never get here. Opal adjusted a centerpiece, straightened a bow on one of the chairs. But Im here and happy to announce that Jenna had a bouncing baby boy fifteen minutes ago.
Thats wonderful!
Isnt it? A wedding and a birth on the same day. You cant ask for much better than that. Im going to stop by the hospital after the reception is over. Maybe slip Jenna a piece of wedding cake if Miranda and Hawke dont mind me bringing her some. Speaking of which, She paused, spearing Chloe with a look that warned of trouble. Youre going to have to attend.
Attend?
The wedding.
No way. She had no intention of staying to witness the marriage of two people she didnt know, two people who, according to both Jenna and Opal, were meant to be together.
Meant to be.
As if such a thing were possible. As if meant to be didnt always turn into goodbye.
I understand your reluctance, Chloe, but its expected.
You know I never do whats expected.
I know you never did what was expected. Youre starting fresh here and in a small town like Lakeview, doing whats expected is important.
Opal
Dont make me use my mother voice. She glowered, straightening to her full five-foot-three height.
Im not ready for a big social event.
Well, then youd better get ready. The entire church was invited to the ceremony and the reception. Its a community event.
I dont attend this church.
But Jenna does. Youll be taking her place, offering support to the couple and representing Blooming Baskets.
Im sure
I wont listen to any more excuses. I dont like them. The words were harsh, but Opals expression softened, her dark eyes filled with sympathy. Its been a year, Chloe. Its time to move on. Thats why youre here. Thats what you want. And its what I want for you. So, ready or not, youre attending the wedding.
Much as Chloe wanted to argue, she couldnt deny the truth of Opals words. She did want to leave the past behind, to focus on the present and the future. To create the kind of life shed once thought boring and mundane but now longed for. Okay. Ill stay. For a while.
Good. Now, Im going to make sure everything is perfect in the sanctuary. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and put your leg up for a while.
Ill come with you.
Youll do exactly what I told you to do. Opal bustled away, leaving Chloe both amused and frustrated. Opal was a force to be reckoned with. In her absence, the room felt empty, the hollow aloneness of the moment a hard knot in Chloes chest, the beauty of the flowers, the tables, the bows and ribbons reminding her of the wedding shed almost had.
Almost.
All her plans, all her dreams had died well before the accident. Now her dreams were much simpler and much less romantic. She wanted to forget, wanted to move on, wanted to rebuild her life. Maybe with Gods help she could do that, though even here in His house, she felt He was too far away to see her troubles, too far away to care.
And that, more than the flowers and decorations and memories, made her feel truly alone.
THREE
Ben Averys attention should have been on the bride and groom, the wedding party, the guests who joked and laughed, ate and talked as the reception wound its way through hour three with no sign of slowing. Instead, his gaze was drawn again and again to Chloe Davidson. Straight black hair gleaming in the overhead light, slim figure encased in a fitted black pantsuit, she smiled and chatted as she moved through the throng, her limp barely noticeable. On the surface, she seemed at ease and relaxed, but there was a tension to her, a humming energy that hadnt ebbed since hed first seen her unloading the van.
He watched as she approached Opal Winchester, said a few words, then started toward the door that led outside. Maybe she needed some air, a few minutes away from the crowd, some time to herself. And maybe he should leave her to it. But hed seen sadness in her eyes and sensed a loneliness that he knew only too well.
And he was curious.
He admitted it to himself as he smiled and waved his way across the reception hall and out the door. Already the day was waning, the sky graying as the sun began its slow descent. The air felt crisp and clean, the quiet sounds of rural life a music that Ben never tired of hearing.
He glanced around the parking lot, saw Chloe leaning against Blooming Baskets pink van and strode toward her. It looks like the flowers were a big success.
Opal is pleased, anyway. Her eyes were emerald-green and striking against the kind of flawless skin that could have graced magazine covers. Only a deep scar on the side of her neck marred its perfection.
She should be. You worked hard. He leaned a shoulder against the van, studying Chloes face, wondering at the tension in her. Opal had told him almost nothing about the woman shed hired a week ago. Only that Chloe was recovering from surgery and working at Blooming Baskets. There was more to the story, of course. A lot more. But Ben doubted hed get answers from either woman.
So did you. Thanks again for all your help. She smiled, but the sadness in her eyes remained.
It was no problem. People in my congregation call me all the time for help. Though he had to admit hed been surprised by Opals early morning summons. Flowers? Definitely not his thing.
That may be true, but being woken up before dawn and asked to do a job youre not getting paid for goes way beyond the call of duty.
But not beyond the call of friendship.
If thats the case, Opal is lucky to have a friend like you.
In my experience, luck doesnt have a whole lot to do with how things work out.
Youre right about that. She straightened, brushing thick black bangs from her eyes. Opal came into my life just when I most needed someone. Ive always thought that was a God thing. Not a luck thing.
But?
She raised an eyebrow at his question, but answered it. Lately its been hard to see much of God in the things that have happened in my life.
Youve had a hard time. The scars on her neck and hand were testimony to that, the pain in her eyes echoing the physical evidence left by whatever had happened.
Chloes gaze was focused on some distant point. Maybe the trees. Maybe the last rays of the dying sun. Maybe some dream or hope that had been lost. Yes, but things are better now.
He was sure he heard a hint of doubt in her voice, but she didnt give him a chance to comment, just shrugged too-thin shoulders. Id better get back inside before Opal sends out a posse.
The words and her posture told Ben the conversation was closed. He didnt push to open it again. Much as he might be curious about Chloe, he had no right to press for answers. Im surprised she hasnt already. There must be at least five unmarried men she hasnt introduced you to yet.
Is that what was going on? I was wondering why almost every person she introduced me to was male. She laughed, light and easy, her body losing some of its tension, her lips curving into a full-out grin that lit her face, glowed in her eyes.
You should do that more often.
The laughter faded, but the smile remained. Do what?
Smile.
Ive been smiling all day.
Your lips might have been, but your heart wasnt in it.
She blinked, started to respond, but the door to the reception hall flew open, spilling light and sound out into the deepening twilight.
There you are! Opals voice carried over the rumble of wedding excitement as she hurried toward them. Things are winding down. It wont be long before Hawke and Miranda leave.
Are you hinting that we should get back inside?
You know me better than that, Ben. I never hint.
It was true. In the years Ben had been pastoring Grace Christian Church, Opal had never hesitated to give her opinion or state her mind. A widow whod lost her husband the same year Ben lost his wife, she was the one woman Ben knew whod never tried to set him up with a friend, relative or acquaintance.
She had, however, told him over and over again that a good pastor needed a good wife. Maybe she was right, but Ben wasnt looking for one. So, youre telling us we should get back inside?
Exactly. She smiled. So, lets go.
There was no sense arguing. Ben didnt want to anyway. Hed come outside to make sure Chloe was okay and to satisfy his curiosity. Hed accomplished the first. The second would take a little more time. Maybe a lot more time.
That was something Ben didnt have.
Much as he loved his job, being a pastor was more than a full-time commitment. Opals opinion about a pastor needing a wife aside, Ben had no room for anything more in his life. That was why he planned to put Chloe Davidson and her sad-eyed smile out of his mind.
Planned to.
But he knew enough about life, enough about God, to know that his plans might not be the best ones. That sometimes things he thought were too much effort, too much time, too much commitment, were exactly what God wanted. Only time would tell if Chloe was one of those things.
He pushed open the reception hall door, allowing Chloe and Opal to step in ahead of him. Light, music, laughter and chatter washed over him, the happy excitement of those in attendance wrapping around his heart and pulling him in.
Ben! Hawke Morran stepped toward him, dark hair pulled back from his face, his scar a pale line against tan skin.
Ben grabbed his hand and shook it. Things went well.
Of course they did. I was marrying Miranda. Thank you for doing the ceremony. And for everything else. Without your help we might not be here at all. The cadence to his words, the accent that tinged them, was a reminder of where hed grown up, of the life hed lived before hed come to the States to work for the DEA, before hed been set up and almost killed. Ben had met him while he was on the run, offered the help Hawke needed, and forged a friendship with him.
Theres no need to thank me. I was glad to help.
And Im glad to have made a friend during a very dark time. He smiled, his pale gaze focused on his wife.
Are you returning to Thailand for your honeymoon?
We are. I want Miranda to experience it when shes not running for her life.
Try to stay out of trouble this time.
I think my days of finding trouble are over. He paused, glanced at the hoard of women who had converged on his bride. Miranda is finally going to toss the flowers. Come on, lets get closer. My wife doesnt know it, yet, but as soon as she finishes, shes going to be kidnapped.
That sounded too good to miss and Ben followed along as Hawke moved toward the group. Miranda smiled at the women crowded in front of her, turned and tossed the bouquet. Squeals of excitement followed as the ladies jostled for position, the flowers flying over grasping hands and leaping bridesmaids before slapping into the chest of the only silent, motionless woman there.
Chloe.
Her hands grasped the flowers, pulled them in. Then, as if she realized what she was doing and didnt like it, she frowned, tossing the bouquet back into the fray. More squeals followed, more grasping and clawing for possession. Chloe remained apart from it all, watching, but not really seeming to see. Ben took a step toward her, hesitated, told himself he should let her be, then ignored his own advice and crossed the space between them.
FOUR
I think thats the first time Ive ever seen a woman catch the bouquet and throw it back. Ben Averys laughter rumbled close to Chloes ear, pulling her from thoughts she was better off not dwelling on. Hopes, dreams, promises. All shattered and broken.
She turned to face him, glad for the distraction, though she wasnt sure she should be. I didnt throw it. I tossed it.
Like it was a poisonous snake. The laughter was still in his voice and, despite the warning that shouted through her mind every time she was with Ben, Chloe smiled.
More like it was a bouquet I had no use for. She glanced away from his steady gaze, watching as a little flower girl emerged triumphant from the crowd of wannabe brides, the bouquet clutched in her fist. Besides, it seems to have gone to the right person.
Ben followed the direction of her gaze and nodded. You may be right about that, but tell me, since when do flowers have to be useful? Arent they simply meant to be enjoyed?
I suppose. But Im not into frivolous things. Or things that reminded her of what shed almost had. That was more to the point, but she wasnt going to say as much to Ben.
Interesting.
What?
Youre not into frivolous things but you work in a flower shop. His gaze was back on Chloe, his eyes seeming to see much more than she wanted.
To Chloes relief, a high-pitched shriek and excited laughter interrupted the conversation.
Look, Ben cupped her shoulder, urging her to turn. Hawke told me he was going to kidnap his bride. I wasnt sure hed go through with it.
But he had, the broad-shouldered, hard-faced groom, striding toward the exit with his bride in his arms, the love between the two palpable. Chloes chest tightened, her eyes burning. At least these two had found what they were seeking. At least one couple would have their happy ending.
For tonight anyway.
The cynical thought weaseled its way into Chloes mind, chasing away the softer emotions shed been feeling. She brushed back bangs that needed a trim and stepped away from Ben, ready to make her escape. Im going to start cleaning things up in the sanctuary.
You most certainly are not. Opal appeared at her side, a scowl pulling at the corners of her mouth. Youre going home. Ill take care of things here.
Im not going to leave you to do all this alone.
Who said Id be alone? As she spoke a white-haired gentleman stepped up beside Opal, his hand resting on her lower back. Opal glanced back and met his eyes, then turned to Chloe. This is Sam. He and I go back a few years.
A few decades, but she wont admit it. The older man smiled, his face creased into lines that reflected a happy, well-lived life. Sam Riley. And youre, Chloe. Ive heard a good bit about you.
Hopefully only good things. Sam Riley? It was a name she hadnt heard before. That, more than anything, made her wonder just what kind of relationship he had with Opal.
Mostly good things. He winked, his tan, lined face filled with humor. But I promise not to share any of the not-so-good things I heard if youll convince Opal to go for a walk with me after this shindig.
Sam Riley! Thats blackmail. Opals voice mixed with Bens laughter, her scowl matched by his smile.
Whatever works, doll.
How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? But it was obvious she didnt really mind; obvious there was something between the two. A past. Maybe even a future.
And no one deserved that more than Opal. If you agree to go for a walk with Sam, Ill agree to go home without an argument.
Opal speared her with a look that would have wilted her when she was a scared ten-year-old spending the night with her grandmothers neighbor. And thats blackmail, too. I thought Id taught youd better than that, young lady.
You tried.
Opal looked like she was going to argue more, then her gaze shifted from Chloe to Ben and back again. She smiled, a speculative look in her dark eyes. Of course, Ill need the van and youll need a ride back to the shop. Ben, you dont mind giving Chloe a ride to Blooming Baskets, do you?
Of course not.
I appreciate that, Ben, but weve put you out enough. It was a desperate bid to gain control of the situation. One Chloe knew was destined to fail.
Youre not putting me out at all.
Good. Opal smiled triumphantly. Its all settled. Wed better get started, Sam. Its getting colder every minute and I dont plan on freezing just so you and I can go for a walk. She grabbed Sams arm and pulled him away.
I guess weve got our orders. Bens hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark slacks, his profile all clean lines and chiseled angles. He would have fit just fine on the cover of GQ, his sandy hair rumpled, his strong features and easy smile enough to make any womans heart jump.
Any woman except for Chloe.
Her heart-jumping, pulse-pounding days of infatuation were over. Adams betrayal had ensured that. Still, if shed had her camera in hand, she might have been tempted to shoot a picture, capture Bens rugged good looks on film.
Trying to think of a way out of this? Bens words drew her from her thoughts. She shook her head, her cheeks heating.
Just wishing Opal hadnt asked you to give me a ride. Like I said, youve already done enough.
Why dont you let me be the judge of that? His hand closed around her elbow, the warmth of his palm sinking through the heavy fabric of her jacket as he smiled down into her eyes.
And her traitorous, hadnt-learned-its-lesson heart skipped a beat.
She wanted to pull away, but knew that would only call attention to her discomfort, so she allowed herself to be led out into the cool fall night and across the parking lot toward the trees that edged the property. Evergreens, oaks and shadows shifted and changed as Chloe and Ben moved closer. Was there someone watching? Maybe the same someone shed seen that morning.
Chloe tensed, the blackness of the evening pressing in around her and stealing her breath. Wheres your car?
Its at my place. Just through these trees.
Just through the trees.
As if walking through the woods at night was nothing. As if there werent a million hiding places in the dense foliage, a hundred dangers that could be concealed there. Chloe tried to pick up the pace, but her throbbing leg protested, her feet tangling in thick undergrowth. She tripped, stumbling forward.
Ben tightened his hold on her elbow, pulling her back and holding her steady as she regained her balance, his warmth, his strength seeping into her and easing the terror that clawed at her throat. Careful. There are a lot of roots and tree stumps through here.
Its hard to be careful when I cant see a thing.
Dont worry. I can see well enough for both of us. His voice was confident, his hand firm on her arm as he strode through the darkness, and for a moment Chloe allowed herself to believe she was safe, that the nightmare shed lived was really over.
Seconds later, they were out of the woods, crossing a wide yard and heading toward a small ranch-style house. Here we are. Home sweet home.
Its cute.
Thats what people keep telling me.
You dont think so?
Cute isnt my forte, but my wife, Theresa, probably would have enjoyed hearing the word over and over again. Unfortunately, she passed away a year before I finished seminary and never got a chance to see the place.
Im sorry.
Me, too.
You must miss her.
I do. She had cystic fibrosis and was really sick at the end. I knew I had to let her go, but it was still the hardest thing Ive ever done.
Chloe understood that. Despite anger and bitterness over Adams unfaithfulness, she still mourned his loss, and desperately wished she could have saved him. She imagined that years from now shed feel the same, grieving his death and all that might have been. I understand.
Youve lost someone close to you? He pulled the car door open, and gestured for her to get in, his gaze probing hers.
My fianc. Ex-fianc, but Chloe didnt say as much. He died eleven months ago.
Then I guess you do know. He waited until she slid into the car, then shut the door and walked around to the drivers side. Had you known each other long?
Three years. We were supposed to be married this past June. But things had gone horribly wrong even before the accident and theyd cancelled the wedding a month before Adams death.
Then todays wedding must have been tough.
Chloe shrugged, not wanting to acknowledge even to herself just how tough it had been. Dreams. Hopes. Promises. The day had been built on the fairy tale of happily-ever-after and watching it unfold had made Chloe long for what she knew was only an illusion. Not as hard as it would have been a few months ago.
Thats the thing about time. It doesnt heal the wounds, but it does make them easier to bear. He smiled into her eyes before he started the cars engine, the curve of his lips, the electricity in his gaze, doing exactly what Chloe didnt want it tomaking her heart jump and her pulse leap, whispering that if she wasnt careful shed end up being hurt again.
FIVE
It was close to seven when Chloe pulled her Mustang up to the Victorian that housed her apartment. Built on a hill, it offered a view of water and mountains, sky and grassland, the wide front porch and tall, gabled windows perfect for taking in the scenery. When Opal had brought her to look at the place the previous week, Chloe had been intrigued by the exterior. Walking through the cheery one-bedroom apartment Opals friend had been renting out, seeing its hardwood floors and Victorian trim, modern kitchen and old-fashioned claw-foot tub, had sealed the deal. She knew she wanted to live there.
Unlike so many other places shed lived in, this one felt like home.
Tonight though, it looked sinister. The windows dark, the lonely glow of the porch light doing nothing to chase away the blackness. Her car was the only one in the long driveway and Chloes gaze traveled the length of the house, the edges of the yard, the stands of trees and clumps of bushes, searching for signs of danger. There were none, but that didnt make her feel better. She knew just how quickly quiet could turn to chaos, safety to danger.
She also knew she couldnt stay in the car waiting for one of the other tenants to return home or for daylight to come.
She stepped out of the car, jogging toward the house, her pulse racing as something slithered in the darkness to her right. A squirrel searching for fall harvest? A deer hoping for still-green foliage?
Or something worse?
Her heart slammed against her ribs as she took the porch steps two at a time. The front door was unlocked, left that way by one of the other tenants, and Chloe shoved it open, stumbling across the threshold and into the foyer, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end, her nerves screaming a warning.
Shut the door. Turn the lock. Get in the apartment.
The lock turned under her trembling fingers, her bad leg nearly buckling as she ran up the stairs to her apartment. She shoved the key into the lock, swung the door open. Slammed it shut again.
Safe.
Her heart slowed. Her gasping terror-filled breaths eased. Everything was fine. There was nothing outside that she needed to fear. Even if there was, she was locked in the house, locked in her apartment.
A loud bang sounded from somewhere below, and Chloe jumped, her fear back and clawing up her throat.
The back door.
The realization hit as the step at the bottom of the stairs creaked, the telltale sound sending Chloe across the room. She grabbed the phone, dialed 911, her heart racing so fast it felt as though it would burst from her chest.
Blackness threatened, panic stealing her breath and her oxygen, but Chloe refused to let it have her, forcing herself to breath deeply. To take action.
She grabbed a butcher knife from the kitchen, her gaze on the door, her eyes widening with horror as the old-fashioned glass knob began to turn.
Chloe clutched the phone in one hand and the knife in the other, praying the lock would hold and wondering if passing out might be better than facing whatever was on the other side of the door.
Ben Avery bounced a redheaded toddler on his knee, and smiled at his friend, Sheriff Jake Reed, who was cradling a dark-haired infant. Im thinking we may be able to go fishing again in twenty-one years.
Youre going next weekend. Tiffany Reed strode into the room, her red hair falling around her shoulders in wild waves. Three weeks after having her second child, she looked as vivacious and lovely as ever. Jake needs a break.
From what? Jake stood, laid the baby in a bassinet and wrapped his arms around his wife. This is where I want to be.
I know that, but Bens made two weeks worth of meals for us. Its time for you to take him out to thank him.
Ben stood, the little girl in his arms giggling as he tickled her belly. I made the meals because I wanted to. I dont need any thanks.
Of course you dont, but you and Jake are still going fishing next weekend. Right, honey?
Jake met Bens eyes, shrugged and smiled. I guess we are. What time?
Before Ben could reply, Jakes cell phone rang. He glanced at the number. Work. Id better take it.
Tiffany pulled her daughter from Bens arms, shushing the still-giggling child and carrying her from the room.
Ben made himself comfortable, settling back onto the sofa and waiting while Jake answered the phone. Whatever was happening couldnt be good if Jake was being called in.
Reed here. Right. Give me the address. He jotted something down on a piece of paper. Davidson?
At the name, Ben straightened, an image of straight black hair and emerald eyes flashing through his mind.
Okay. Keep her on the phone. Ill be there in ten. Jake hung up, grabbed a jacket from the closet.
You said Davidson?
Yeah. Lady living out on the lake in the Richards place is reporting an intruder in the house. My men are tied up at an accident outside of town, so Im going to take the call.
Did you get a first name?
Chloe.
Im coming with you.
Jake raised an eyebrow. Sorry, thats not the way it works.
It is this time. Ill stay in the squad car until you clear things, but Im coming.
Since I dont have time to argue or ask questions, well do it your way.
It took only seconds for Jake to say goodbye to his family, but those seconds seemed like a lifetime to Ben, every one of them another opportunity for whoever was in the house with Chloe to harm her. As they climbed into the cruiser and sped toward the lake, Ben could only pray that shed be safe until he and Jake arrived.
Sirens sounded in the distance and Chloe backed toward the window that overlooked the front door, her gaze still fixed on the glass knob. It hadnt turned again, but she was expecting it to and wondering what shed do if or when the door crashed open.
Chloe? Are you still there? The woman on the other end of the line sounded as scared as Chloe felt.
Yes. She glanced out the window, saw a police cruiser pull up to the house, lights flashing, sirens blaring. The police are here. Im going to hang up.
Dont
But Chloe was already disconnecting, tossing the phone and knife onto the couch and hurrying toward the door. The stairs creaked, footsteps pounded on wooden steps and a fist slammed against the door. Ms. Davidson? Sheriff Jake Reed. Are you okay?
Fine. She pulled the door open, stepping back as a tall, hard-faced man strode in, a gun in his hand.
Good. Im going to escort you to my car. I want you to stay there until Im finished in here.
Finished?
Making sure whoever was here isnt still hanging around.
Still hanging around?
Chloe didnt like the sound of that and hurried down the stairs and outside, the crisp fall air making her shiver. Or maybe it was fear that had her shaking.
I wont be long. Stay in the car until I come back out. I dont want to mistake you for the intruder.
And I dont want to be out here alone. She might not like the idea of someone being in the house, but she liked the idea of staying outside by herself even less.
Then its good you dont have to be. As he spoke a figure stepped out of the cruiser. Tall, broad-shouldered and moving with lithe and silent grace.
Chloe knew who it was immediately, her visceral response announcing his name, her betraying heart leaping in acknowledgement. Ben, what are you doing here?
How about we discuss it in the cruiser? He wrapped an arm around her waist and hurried her down the steps. Strong, solid, dependable in a way Adam had never been. The comparison didnt sit well with Chloe. Noticing how different Ben was from the man shed once loved was something she shouldnt be doing.
Climb in. He held the cruiser door open for her, then slid in himself, his knee nudging her leg, his arm brushing hers.
She scooted back against the door, doing her best to ignore the scent of pine needles and soap that drifted on the air, but he leaned in close, his jaw tight, his face much harder than it had seemed earlier. Are you okay?
Just scared.
Jake said someone was inside the house with you. Did he make it into your apartment?
No, but it looked like he was trying to get in. She shuddered, watching as the lights in the attic area of the Victorian flicked on.
Did you see the person?
I saw something before I went in the house, but if it was a person, I couldnt tell. There was no way I was going to open the apartment door to take a look.
Im glad you didnt. That would have been a bad idea. The porch light flicked off, then on again, and Ben pushed open the car door. Thats Jakes all clear. Ready to go back inside?
Of course. But she wasnt really. Sitting in the car with Ben seemed a lot safer than stepping back into the darkness.
He rounded the car, pulled open her door and offered a hand. Itll be okay, Chloe. Whoever it was is long gone.
Chloe nodded, not trusting herself to speak, afraid anything she said would be filled with the panic and paranoia that had chased her from D.C. Nightmares. Terror. The feeling of being watched, of being stalked. Shed been plagued with all of them since being released from the hospital nine months ago. Post-traumatic stress. Thats what the doctors said. Thats what the police said. Given enough time, Ben and Jake would probably say the same.
She braced herself as she stepped back into the house, sure that Jake would tell her hed found nothing, that her mind had been playing tricks on her, that nothing had happened. She was only partially right.
Jake seemed convinced that something had happened, but his list of evidence was sliman unlocked back door, a smudge of dirt on the back deck that might have been a footprint, fingerprints that might have belonged to the intruder, but more likely belonged to someone who lived in the house.
Well get prints of the other tenants. See if Ive picked up anything that doesnt belong to one of you. Can you come to the station Monday?
Ive got to work, but Im sure Opal will give me the time off.
Good. In the meantime, keep the doors locked and dont take unnecessary risks. Im thinking this is probably a kid playing a prank or hoping to find some quick cash, but you never know.
No, you dont. Chloe shifted her weight, trying to ease the ache in her leg, trying to convince herself that the sheriff was right and that what had just happened had nothing to do with her former life.
Tried, but wasnt successful.
He must have sensed her misgivings. His gaze sharpened, going from warm blue to ice. Is there something youre not telling me? If so its best to get it out in the open now.
Im just not sure what happened tonight was random. There. It was out. For better or worse. If it made her look crazy, so be it.
And you have a reason for thinking that? His tone was calm, but there was an edge to his words, a hardness to his face that hadnt been there before.
This isnt the first time Ive been followed into a building. Its not the first time Ive felt like I was in danger.
It sounds like theres a lot more to the story than what happened tonight. Maybe we should finish this discussion in your apartment. He started up the stairs, giving Chloe no choice but to follow.
Which was fine.
It was better to get everything out on the table now rather than later. And Chloe was pretty sure there would be a later. As much as shed hoped things would be different here, she hadnt been convinced she could leave all her troubles behind. Apparently, shed been right.
Do you want me to wait outside? Ben spoke quietly as he followed her up the stairs and Chloe knew what her answer should be. Yes, wait outside. Yes, keep your distance.
Unfortunately, knowing what she should say didnt make her say it. No. Youre fine. Im going to get some coffee started. Then well talk.
She stepped into the living room, limped to the kitchen, and pulled coffee and a package of cookies from the cupboard. If she had to talk about the past, she might as well have sugar in her while she did it.
Cookie, anyone?
The sheriff shook his head, a hint of impatience in his eyes. You were going to tell me why you dont think tonight was a prank.
Chloe nodded, forcing her muscles to relax and her tone to remain calm. Sounding hysterical was a surefire way to make herself seem unbalanced. Eleven months ago someone tried to kill me. He failed.
The words had an immediate effect. Both men straightened, leaned toward her. Intent. Focused. Concerned.
Now if theyd just stay that way through the entire story, Chloe might believe that things really were going to be different.
Who? Jake pulled a small notebook from his pocket, started scribbling notes in it.
A man named Matthew Jackson.
Do you know where he is now?
Federal prison serving a life sentence for murder.
Murder? Ben reached over and took the cookies from her hand, pulled two out of the package and handed her one.
My fianc was killed in the accident Jackson caused.
Jake glanced up from the notepad. And you think that has something to do with what happened tonight?
I dont know. I just know that ever since the accident, things have been happening.
Things?
Was there a tinge of doubt in Jakes voice, a look of disbelief on his face? Or was Chloe just imagining what shed seen so many times on the faces of so many other police officers. Like I said, Ive had the feeling that I was being followed. A couple of times I was sure someone had been in my apartment.
There was something else, too. Something that she didnt dare bring up.
You contacted the police?
Yes. They investigated.
And?
At first they thought I was being stalked by some of Jacksons friends. He was part of a cult that Id helped close down a few months earlier.
The Strangers? Ben took another cookie from the pack.
Surprised, Chloe met his gaze, saw the interest and concern there. Yes.
I remember hearing about it in the news. A computer forensics specialist was investigating a cult members death and found evidence that implicated the leader. He went to jail for money laundering, but they couldnt prove that hed killed his follower.
The deceaseds name was Ana Benedict. She started working as an accountant for the cults leader and was dead a few months later. Her death was ruled a suicide, but her parents didnt believe it.
You seem to know an awful lot about it. Jake was still writing, a frown creasing his forehead.
I worked freelance for the private investigator Anas parents hired. They had her laptop, but there wasnt much on it. I was hired to search for deleted files and I found plenty. Ana had documented everything. The Strangers were involved in the drug trade and were laundering money through their organization. I brought the information to the FBI.
And Jackson blamed you when the cult dispersed.
Yes.
You said that after the attempt on your life, you felt like you were being followed and that someone had been in your apartment. The police suspected other cult members?
For a while.
And then?
Chloe grabbed mugs and poured coffee into them. Anything to keep from facing the two men who were watching her so intently. They decided it was all in my head.
I see. Jake spoke quietly, but Chloe knew he didnt see at all.
She turned back around, handing a cup to each man. Look, Sheriff Reed
Call me Jake.
Jake, there may not be evidence proving Im being stalked, but that doesnt mean its not happening.
I dont think I said it wasnt. He sipped his coffee, exchanging a glance with Ben, one that excluded Chloe and conveyed a message she couldnt even begin to figure out.
No, you didnt, but Ive been told it enough times to imagine thats what youre thinking.
What Im thinking is that I dont know what happened in D.C. Whatever it was, its not going to happen here. He placed his coffee cup on the counter. Id better head out. If you think of anything else that might be helpful, give me a call.
I will. Chloe followed him to the door, holding it open as he stepped out and started down the stairs.
Ben held back, the concern in his eyes obvious. Will you be okay here alone?
Ive been living alone since I was eighteen.
That doesnt mean youll be okay.
Of course Ill be okay. What other choice do I have? She tried to smile, but knew she failed miserably.
You could stay with Opal.
And bring whatever danger was following her into her friends life? Chloe didnt think so. No, I really will be fine.
Ben watched her for a moment, his gaze so intense Chloe fidgeted. Then he nodded. All right. Keep the doors locked and be safe.
He stepped out into the hall and pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Chloe in the silent apartment.
Be safe?
She didnt even know what the word meant anymore. She sighed, grabbed a cookie from the package and collapsed onto the easy chair. Maybe shed figure it out again. Maybe. Somehow she doubted that would be the case.
SIX
Sounds like your friend has a big problem. Jakes comment echoed what Ben had been thinking since hed walked out of Chloes apartment.
Really big.
Unless the police in D.C. are right and the stalker is all in her head.
She seems pretty sure about whats been going on.
Being sure of something only means weve convinced ourselves that its true. I dont put much stock in it. Despite the gruff words, Jake sounded pensive and Ben knew he was leaning toward Chloes version of things.
You seemed to believe someone was at her apartment.
I do. Im just not convinced it has anything to do with what happened in D.C. It could just as easily have been a kid, or someone out to steal a few bucks.
It could have been.
But you dont think so?
I think theres more to the story than Chloe is telling. I think that until we have all the information, itll be hard to know exactly whats going on.
Agreed. Im going call some friends that are still on the D.C. police force and see what they have to say. He paused as he pulled into the driveway of his house. Regardless of what they say, Im treating this like any other investigation until I can prove its not one.
I didnt expect anything less.
And I didnt expect to be as curious about you and Chloe as I am. Jake grinned, pushed open his door. So, are you going to tell me whats going on between you two, or am I going to have to speculate?
I met her at the wedding today.
And?
And I would have introduced the two of you if youd been there.
Im almost sorry I missed it.
Almost?
Tiffany isnt ready to take the baby out or leave him with a sitter yet. Im not ready to spend my Saturday away from her.
Whod have thought marriage would make you into such a romantic? Ben grinned and got out of the car. Id better head home. Ive got to work tomorrow.
Good avoidance technique, but I still want to know about you and Chloe.
Youve been living small-town life for too long. Youre getting nosy.
Only when it comes to my friends.
Sorry to disappoint, but you know as much about Chloe as I do.
Im not interested in what you know about her. Im wondering what you think of her.
Right now? I think shes a nice lady whos been hurt a lot.
Look, Ben, if you were anyone else, Id keep my nose out of it, but youre not, so Im going to say whats on my mind.
Go ahead.
Chloe does seem like a nice lady, but I know trouble when I see it. I see it when I look at her.
And?
And be careful. I dont want that trouble coming after you.
Thanks for the worry, but Im pretty good at taking care of myself. Ill be fine.
Jake nodded, but his jaw was tight, his expression grim. Ive got a bad feeling about this. Really bad. Watch your back.
With that he walked away, stepping into his well-lit house, into the warmth of family and home, and leaving Ben to himself and his thoughts.
Thoughts that were similar to Jakes.
Trouble did seem to be closing in on Chloe. If Ben were smart, hed keep his distance from it and from her. Unfortunately, he didnt think that was going to be possible. Something told him that Chloe was about to become a big part of his life. He might not want the complication, might not like it, but that seemed to be where God was leading him. If that were the case, Ben would just have to hold on tight and pray the ride wasnt nearly as bumpy as he thought it was going to be.
Apparently, Chloes intruder was big news in Lakeview, and at least half a dozen customers converged on the flower shop minutes after it opened Monday morning. Opal seemed happy about all the business, but by noon Chloe was tired of the sometimes blatant, sometimes subtle questions. How many times and how many ways could a person say I dont know before she went absolutely insane?
Not many more than Chloe had already said.
She pulled a dozen red carnations from the refrigerated display case, grabbed some filler and headed back to the shops front counter, doing her best to tamp down irritation as she listened to two elderly women discuss the incident in loud whispers.
Here they are, Opal. She spoke a little more forcefully than necessary, hoping to interrupt the womens conversation.
It only seemed to make them think she wanted to be part of it.
The taller of the two smiled at Chloe. Those are absolutely lovely, dear. Im impressed that you could focus on picking the perfect flowers after such a harrowing experience.
Thank you. What else could she say? I try to keep my mind on the job.
But arent you terrified? The shorter, more rotund woman shuddered, her owl-eyed gaze filled with both fear and anticipation, as if she were hoping for a juicy tidbit of information to pass along.
Not really. At least no more than shed been before shed come to Lakeview. The sheriff assured me hed do everything he could to find the person responsible.
Though Chloe wondered if hed be saying the same after he talked to the police in D.C. She wasnt looking forward to the conversation they were going to have when he found out about her recent hospitalization and its supposed cause.
She refused to worry about it and tried to focus on her job instead, shoving the carnations into a vase and scowling when two stems broke.
Keep it up and Ill be out of business in no time. Opal took the flowers and vase from her hands, smiling at the women who were watching wide-eyed and interested. Ill finish this up. Arent you supposed to go to the police station today?
Yes, but it can wait.
You know how I feel about procrastination. It only makes more work for everyone. Go punch out and head over there. Since we dont know how long its going to take, I think you should just take the rest of the day off.
Weve had a lot of business so far, Opal. Are you sure you want to handle the rest of the afternoon alone?
I handled it alone for two years before I hired help. Besides, Ive hired a kid from church to come in after school until Jenna gets back. Lauras her name. Shes a senior trying to save money for college. It should work out well for all of us. Now, go ahead and do what needs doing. Then go have some fun.
Fun? Fun was puppies and kittens, laughter and friendship. Relaxation. Fun was something Chloe wasnt even sure she knew how to do anymore.
Yes, fun. Go shopping. Get your nails done. Better yet, go to Beckys Diner and have a slice of warm apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on it. Thats fun.
It does sound good. But being at home sounded better. Safe behind closed doors and locked in tight.
But you wont do it.
I might.
Hmph. Well see, I guess. Now, get out of here. Ive got work to do and youre distracting me.
Destroying flowers and distracting you. I dont know why you keep me on.
Because you bring in so much business. Now, shoo.
Chloe laughed as she stepped through the doorway that led to the back of the shop.
It didnt take long to punch out and gather her jacket and purse. Outside, the day was misty and cold, the thick clouds and steely sky ominous. Several cars were parked in the employee parking lot behind the building, but Chloe was the only person there. In the watery afternoon light, the stillness seemed unnatural, the quiet, sinister, and she was sure she felt the weight of someones stare as she hurried toward her car.
She shivered, fumbling for her keys, the feeling that she was being watched so real, so powerful, that she was sure shed be attacked at any moment. Finally, the key slid into the lock, the door opened and she scrambled in, slamming the door shut, locking it.
Against nothing. The parking lot was still empty of life. The day still and silent.
Youre being silly and paranoid. She muttered the words as she put the car into gear. Being afraid because an intruder is in the house is one thing. Being afraid to cross a parking lot in the middle of the day is ridiculous.
But she was afraid.
No amount of self-talk, no amount of rationalization could change that.
She sighed, steering her vintage Mustang toward the parking lot exit. Opal was right. She needed to do something fun, something to get her mind off the tension and anxiety shed been feeling since Saturday night, but she hadnt had time to make friends since shed come to Lakeview and she had no intention of going anywhere or doing anything by herself. The fact was, despite what the D.C. police had told her, despite what her friends, doctors and psychologist had said, she couldnt shake the feeling that danger was following her. That the accident hadnt been the end of the violence against her. That eventually the past would catch up to her. And when it did, she just might not survive.
No, she definitely didnt want to go anywhere by herself, but she didnt want to go with someone, either. Look what had happened to Adam because he was with her when a murderer struck.
Hot tears stung her eyes, but she forced them away. Tears wouldnt help. Only answers could do that and Chloe didnt have any. Shed been living her life, doing what she thought was right, trying her best to be the person God wanted her to be. Then the rug had been pulled out from under her, the stability shed worked so hard for destroyed. All her childhood fears had come to passdeath, heartache, pain, faceless monsters stalking her through the darkness. Now, it seemed that God was far away, that her life had taken a taken a path that He wasnt on and that no matter how hard she tried to get back on course, she couldnt. As much as she wanted to believe differently, as much as she knew that God would never abandon His children, abandoned was exactly how she felt.
Abandoned and alone, her mind filled with nightmare images and dark shadows that reflected the hollow ache of her soul.
SEVEN
By the time she finished at the police station and returned home, it had started to rain. First a quick patter of drops, then a torrential downpour that pinged against the houses tin roof and seemed to echo Chloes mood. Outside, the clouds had turned charcoal, bubbling up from the horizon with barely contained violence.
Chloe put her mail on the kitchen table, grabbed a glass of water and opened sliding glass doors that led to the balcony off her living room. From there she could see the stark beauty of the lake as it reflected gray clouds and bare trees. Winter would arrive soon, bringing with it colder air and a starker landscape. It would be good to capture those changes on film, to hang a few new photos on the wall. The thought brightened her mood.
It had been a long time since shed photographed anything. In the aftermath of the accident, she hadnt had the time or the inclination. Now, with surgeries and physical therapy behind her, she did. She just hadnt had any desire to.
Except once.
An image flashed through her mindsandy hair, vivid blue eyes, a half smile designed to melt hearts.
Enough! She grabbed her digital camera from the top drawer of her dresser, refusing to think about Ben and determined to do what she should have months agoregain her life. Get back into her routines. Enjoy the hobbies shed found so much pleasure in before the accident. Maybe she couldnt go rock climbing anymore, but she could shoot pictures. And she would.
A soft tap sounded at the front door and Chloe jumped, her heart racing. She wasnt expecting company. Anyone could be out there, waiting to finish what was started almost a year ago.
She sidled along the wall, imagining bullets piercing the door and knowing just how ridiculous she was being. Whos there?
Ben Avery.
Ben? Surprised, relieved, Chloe pulled open the door and stepped aside so he could walk in. What are you doing here?
Carrying out my orders. He smiled, rain glistening in his sandy hair and beaded on his leather jacket, the scent of fall drifting into the room with him. Fall and something else. Something masculine and strong.
Chloe took a step back. Orders?
Opal and I ran into each other at the diner. She asked me to bring you this. He held out a brown paper bag, and Chloe took it, catching a whiff of apples and cinnamon.
Apple pie?
And ice cream. She had Doris put that in a separate container.
Fun in a bag?
I guess you could call it that.
Those are Opals words. Not mine. She said I should have a little fun today. I guess she wanted to make sure I did. Chloe smiled, touched by her friends thoughtfulness, though she wasnt sure she was happy with her methods. Thanks for bringing this over. Im sure you had better things to do with your time.
It seems like we had this conversation before. And Im going to tell you the same thing now that I did thenI cant think of any. He leaned his shoulder against the wall, his vivid blue gaze steady. Of course, bringing it here was only part of my job.
What was the other part?
Im supposed to make sure you eat it.
Tell me youre kidding.
Im afraid not. She said that if you faded away to nothing she wouldnt have any reliable help at the shop.
Shes conveniently forgetting Mary Alice and the new girl she hired.
Laura. She mentioned that shed left her to watch the store for a few minutes and had to hurry back.
You and Opal must have had a long conversation.
Not too long. He didnt seem inclined to say more, and Chloe decided not to press for details. Knowing Opal, shed said more than she should have. Eventually, she and Chloe would have to talk about that. For now, the pie smelled too good to ignore.
Since youve been ordered to make sure I eat this, maybe we can share. She moved into the small kitchen and set her camera down, grabbing two plates from the cupboard.
I was hoping youd say that. I brought enough for both of us. Ben moved toward her, an easy grin curving his lips and deepening the lines near his eyes. Was he thirty? Thirty-five? Older?
She shouldnt be wondering, but was.
And that didnt make her happy.
You knew I was going to invite you?
No, but I was hoping. He pulled a large plastic container from the bag, opened it up to reveal two slices of apple pie. Its my day off. Apple pie, ice cream and interesting company seemed like a good way to spend part of it.
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О книге: Someone was watching Chloe Davidson She had the unsettling feeling the stalker was waiting to strike.But who could it be? After a heartbreaking tragedy, Chloe had relocated to sleepy, safe Lakeview, Virginia, where she′d spent idyllic summers as a child. Where handsome minister Ben Avery had welcomed her and helped her believe in more than she′d ever thought possible. Yet her fear had followed her.Chloe kept seeing a stranger lurking in the shadows. And her things were going missing. Was it just her fragile imagination? Or was a sinister somebody much closer than she ever expected?