"He"s divorced now and-"
"He wants you back."
Bethanne gaped at him. "How"d you know?"
"Makes sense. Are you going to take him back?"
That was the million-dollar question. "I don"t know...I just don"t know." Bethanne wasn"t an indecisive woman; she"d learned not to be in the six years since Grant had walked out. This question, however, left her stomach in knots and her mind in a state of confusion. Fortunately, an answer wasn"t immediately required. She had time.
Before she could say more, the tow truck rounded the corner. "Max?" she whispered. "Listen, I might not get a chance later but I wanted to thank you."
He lifted one shoulder. "You"re welcome."
Unable to stop herself, she briefly, gently, touched his hand. Despite their physical contact on the bike, this was different. More intentional, more...personal. She felt the urge to at least try try to comfort him, to show him how sorry she was about his wife"s death. to comfort him, to show him how sorry she was about his wife"s death.
From the look on his face she could see that her gesture had jolted him. He stared down at her and frowned.
Then, just as she removed her hand from his, Max stepped toward her.
Tentatively, he circled her waist with his arms and she returned his embrace. His pulse thundered in her ear. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hold tightened. She felt him inhale deeply and closed her eyes at his touch. She wanted to weep; she didn"t understand why.
Max"s hands moved over her back, caressing her.
"It gets easier," she whispered. "I promise you it does."
Max brushed his lips against her hair, then dropped his arms and stepped back.
"Thank you," she said, feeling foolish and sentimental.
The tow truck driver climbed out of his rig and walked toward them but before she left, Bethanne had one last thing to say. She couldn"t meet Max"s eyes. "Your Kate must have been very special," she said softly.
Max reached for his helmet. He didn"t speak for a long time and then murmured, "She was."
Ten.
"I don"t like this. I don"t like this one bit," Ruth told her granddaughter as Bethanne left riding behind that biker. For all they knew, Max could be some kind of...hoodlum. She"d read about motorcycle gangs, and while she doubted that these four belonged to any organized group, she was sure they couldn"t be trusted. don"t like this. I don"t like this one bit," Ruth told her granddaughter as Bethanne left riding behind that biker. For all they knew, Max could be some kind of...hoodlum. She"d read about motorcycle gangs, and while she doubted that these four belonged to any organized group, she was sure they couldn"t be trusted.
"What alternative do we have?" Annie asked.
Ruth feared they"d been far too quick to let Bethanne leave with Max. They knew absolutely nothing about these men, other than the fact that they weren"t capable of fixing a carburetor. "We should"ve done what we originally planned-waited until dusk and then walked to the highway." In retrospect, Ruth regretted not insisting they do exactly that.
"And take our chances. .h.i.tchhiking into Wells?" Annie shook her head. "I doubt that people who pick up hitchhikers can be trusted, either, Grandma. At least we"ve seen these men before."
Annie could be right. Hitchhiking into town didn"t sound too appealing and it could make them even more vulnerable. She tapped her fingers nervously on the car"s hood while she worried about Bethanne alone with that biker.
"Why didn"t I listen to Robin?" Ruth muttered. She"d a.s.sumed Robin was being overprotective. Because of her experience in court, dealing with criminals day in and day out, Robin had a polluted view of humanity. She trusted no one and seemed to look for the bad in people, to expect it. All with good reason; Ruth understood that, but it saddened her.
Ruth"s job now, she felt, was to protect Annie in case these men decided to take advantage of her granddaughter. She drew Annie away from them to stand beneath the shade of the only tree, which happened to be several feet off.
"We should make contingency plans," she whispered, although there was little chance the men could overhear their conversation.
"How?"
"In case..." Ruth didn"t want to say it. "You know."
Annie gave her an odd look. "You mean we should dismantle their motorcycles so they couldn"t come after us if we ran away?"
Ruth hadn"t thought of that, but it was an excellent idea. "Good plan," she said approvingly.
Annie rolled her eyes. "Grandma, I was only joking!"
"That would be our insurance."
Annie frowned. "I don"t think-"
"It"s what Robin would suggest."
"Yes, but Aunt Robin-"
Ruth already knew what her granddaughter was about to say. She agreed, but they didn"t have time to discuss Robin. If they were going to act, they had to do it now. "I"ll distract the men and then you do whatever one does to make motorcycles refuse to start."
"Do you know what that is?" Annie asked.
"No. Don"t you?"
"Nope."
"Oh, dear." So much for that. Ruth bit her lip as she searched for another idea. "There"s got to be a way to protect ourselves." Her gaze fell to the ground as she began pacing. "And your mother-"
"I think Mom"s safe."
"I certainly hope so," Ruth said, her mind whirling. "What would we tell the police? These bikers don"t even have real names! Who ever heard of men named Rooster and Skunk? If something did did happen, G.o.d forbid, how could we tell the police we let your mother drive off with someone named Rooster?" happen, G.o.d forbid, how could we tell the police we let your mother drive off with someone named Rooster?"
"She"s with Max, not Rooster. Nothing"s going to happen, Grandma. You"re getting yourself worked up for no reason."
"Forget the police," Ruth continued. "What am I going to tell your father? father?"
"Grandma, repeat after me. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to happen."
Ruth ignored that. "Grant will be so upset with me," she went on. "He"ll say it"s all my fault and I can"t blame him. I"m responsible for this mess. I should"ve insisted I be the one to go. I"ve lived my life. You and your mother are young."
"You want to see your high school friends again, don"t you?"
"Of course." Ruth sighed. She desperately wanted to see Royce, too. Just once, so she could tell him how sorry she was, how deeply she regretted having hurt him. But if she had to give up her life in order to save her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, Ruth wouldn"t think twice. A small part of her wondered if she was overreacting, but she decided she simply couldn"t take the risk.
"Do you have any ideas?" she asked her granddaughter. Annie was smart and sensible like Bethanne. The girl would come up with something.
"In my opinion, we should just wait this out. If Mom isn"t back in, say, another hour-"
"Another hour? hour?" Ruth interrupted. That seemed far too long.
"Grandma," Annie said, "it"ll take time to get into Wells and then more time to arrange for a tow truck. We should wait a minimum of ninety minutes."
"Then what?"
"Then we...I don"t know, regroup, I guess."
"Okay." However, Ruth didn"t like it. She checked her watch so she"d know exactly when those ninety minutes were up and prepared to wait.
To distract themselves they discussed Las Vegas and what they"d do when they got there.
After ten interminable minutes, Ruth chanced a look at the bikers and to her shock saw the three of them swimming. Their clothes, all of them, were piled along the sh.o.r.eline and...oh, my goodness, they"d gone in the water nude. She felt herself flush. While she"d been talking to Annie, those men had stripped naked.
"We don"t have a thing to worry about," she told Annie. Ruth had the perfect plan. "I"ve got everything under control."
"What do you mean?"
"You"ll see." As casually as possible, Ruth strolled toward the lake.
"Grandma," Annie called after her. "What are you going to do?"
She whirled around and pressed her finger to her lips, shushing Annie.
"Grandma," her granddaughter called again, this time in a harsh whisper. "Don"t do anything...silly."
Ruth waved off her concern. As fast as she could, she gathered up the men"s clothes. Clasping them to her chest, she ran toward Annie.
"What are you doing?" Rooster shouted.
Facing them, Ruth said loudly, "I"m taking your clothes and I"m not giving them back until Bethanne is returned safe and sound." She clutched the clothes even tighter, unwilling to surrender a single item.
All three men laughed as though they thought her hilarious.
Without another word, Rooster started walking to sh.o.r.e and the other two followed. Soon vital body parts were fully exposed. Ruth gasped and backed away. Clearly the threat of not having their clothes meant nothing to them.
"That scares us, Grandma. That really scares us."
Ruth dropped the clothes and, feeling more than a little ridiculous, hurried over to Annie.
They heard the roar of a motorcycle in the distance.
"Mom"s back!" Annie cried.
The weight of worry and responsibility instantly lifted from Ruth"s shoulders-until Max rode into view.
He was alone.
Ruth grabbed Annie"s arm. "Your mother isn"t with him," she hissed.
"She"s probably with the tow truck driver," Annie said, not revealing the slightest alarm. "And where is is the tow truck?" she asked. A chill went down her spine. Hands on her hips, Ruth marched up to Max and waited until he"d turned off that blasted ear-splitting engine. "What have you done with my daughter-in-law?" she demanded. the tow truck?" she asked. A chill went down her spine. Hands on her hips, Ruth marched up to Max and waited until he"d turned off that blasted ear-splitting engine. "What have you done with my daughter-in-law?" she demanded.
Max slowly removed his helmet.
"I want to know right this minute where Bethanne is," she yelled.
"Grandma, Grandma," Annie hollered. "The tow truck is here."
Ruth wagged her finger under Max"s nose. "You"re fortunate Bethanne is safe. Otherwise...otherwise, you would"ve been sorry."
"Ooh, he"s shaking in his boots," Rooster said, then practically collapsed with laughter.
Ruth was pleased to know she was such a source of amus.e.m.e.nt. The tow truck parked, the pa.s.senger door opened and Bethanne climbed down. Ruth ran over to her.
"I was so worried," she blurted as she pulled Bethanne into her arms and hugged her hard.
"I"m fine, Ruth, just fine."
Bethanne stretched out one arm to Annie and they held hands. "I talked to a mechanic who"s going to fix the car. We"ll need to spend the night in Wells, but we should be able to leave sometime tomorrow."
Annie nodded. "As soon as we"re somewhere with cell coverage, I"ll find us a hotel room and cancel our reservations in Ely."
"Now I"m thinking we shouldn"t go to Vegas," Ruth said. "We went off course and look what happened."
"Not go to Vegas?" Annie wailed. "Oh, Grandma, we can"t change our plans now."
"Why can"t we?"
"I-" Annie turned to Bethanne. "Mom..."
"I was looking forward to seeing Vegas and so was Annie," Bethanne said. "I"m sure everything will be fine now. We"ll pick up a new rental car while we"re there and continue on our trip."
Ruth seemed unconvinced. "I don"t know...."
"Please, Grandma," Annie begged. "Vegas will be fun, and after today that"s what we need."
"Oh, all right." She felt she"d succ.u.mbed far too easily, but it wasn"t in her to disappoint Annie or Bethanne.
"Good." Bethanne returned to the tow truck and removed a large white bag.
"What"s that?" Annie asked.
"I got the driver to take me to a fast food place so I could pick up burger-and-fry combos for the guys," she said. "I can hardly imagine what we would"ve done if they hadn"t stopped by the lake when they did."