"He"ll kill me," Shea said.
Better him than a fifty-foot fall from a water tower, Hutch thought, but what he actually said was, "If I were you, I"d worry about that later."
He was almost at the top now, and there was a certain dizzy triumph in that, but he still couldn"t bring himself to look anywhere but at Shea, the closest thing he had to a niece.
"Now what?" Shea asked.
A reasonable question, Hutch reflected. "Come on out onto the ladder," he said. "I"m right here with you."
As if he could catch her if she fell.
The things Slade had said to him, way back when he was in Shea"s predicament and scared half out of his wits, shouldered their way into his head and tumbled right out over his tongue.
"You can do this," he said quietly. "It"s just one step, and then another, and before you know it, we"ll both be off this thing."
Shea hesitated, then swung a blue-jeaned leg out over the edge, found a rung with her foot, pushed on it a little to make sure it was sound.
"Easy," Hutch said. "Slow and easy."
Shea was on the ladder, but she clung there for a moment, looking as though she might not move again. "I"m so scared," she whimpered.
"That"s okay," Hutch reasoned. "Just take another step. One more, Shea."
He moved down a few rungs to give her room.
One of them split when he stepped on it, and he almost fell, felt slivers digging into the palms of his hands and the undersides of his fingers as he held on, found his footing.
"Don"t put your weight on any one rung until you"re sure it will hold," he told her calmly, even though he felt like a lone sock tumbling round and round in a clothes dryer. Tentatively, she took another step.
Sweat ran down over Hutch"s forehead and stung like acid in his eyes. "That"s it," he said evenly. "You"re doing fine."
The descent was a long one-several more rungs broke along the way, under Shea"s feet as well as Hutch"s-but they finally made it.
Hutch swayed, feeling an uncanny urge to kiss the ground.
Shea threw her arms around him. "What if you hadn"t been here?" she whispered.
He hugged her once, then stepped back to look into her tear-stained, bloodless face, taking an avuncular hold on her shoulders. "You"d have made it down on your own eventually," he said, though he wasn"t sure that was true. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, hugging herself now, even though the evening was warm. "Thanks," she murmured. "Thanks for showing up when you did, and for helping me."
"Let"s get you home," Hutch said. Since he hadn"t seen a car around, he knew the girl must have come on foot.
"Dad and Joslyn are over at Grands" house with the baby," she explained. "For Sunday supper."
"We"ll head for Callie"s, then," Hutch told her.
"Do I still have to tell them what I did?"
"Yep," Hutch answered, opening the pa.s.senger door of the truck so she could scramble inside.
"Why?"
"Because you do," Hutch replied when he was behind the wheel with the engine started. "Otherwise, it"s a secret and I can"t be part of that, Shea. Your dad and I have our differences of opinion now and again, but he is my brother, he loves you, and he has a right to know what you"re up to." He made a wide turn and they b.u.mped back out onto the dirt road that led to the water tower. "What were you thinking, anyhow, climbing up there?"
It was a rhetorical question, a conversation-starter, really. There was no good reason for pulling a stunt like that, but kids did it, year after year, decade after decade, generation after generation.
"I did it because I didn"t want to be afraid of it anymore," Shea said.
"I hope that doesn"t mean you plan on a repeat performance," Hutch answered, biting back a grin. d.a.m.ned if the kid didn"t have a point-he wasn"t scared of it anymore, either.
"That," Shea said with a tremulous smile, "would be overkill. Once was enough."
"More than enough," Hutch confirmed.
A few minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot in front of Callie Barlow"s Curly Burly Hair Salon. Slade immediately appeared in the doorway of the add-on where Callie lived.
"Tell him," Hutch reiterated as Slade walked toward them, looking puzzled.
Shea sighed dramatically, opened her door and hopped to the ground. Hutch got out, too.
"I climbed the water tower," Shea confessed in a breathless rush, "and then I got scared and I froze and Hutch came up to get me. Am I grounded?"
"You are so grounded," Slade told her, c.o.c.king a thumb over his shoulder to indicate that she ought to go into the house. All the while, though, Slade was watching Hutch.
When they were alone in that dusty parking lot, Slade nodded to him. "Obliged," he said. He, of all people, knew what climbing that d.a.m.ned ladder had meant for Hutch. He"d have ridden the devil"s own bull first, if that would have gotten him out of it.
They shook hands, and Hutch was reminded of the splinters he"d have to remove when he got home.
"See you," he said, turning to get back in the truck.
"Hold on a second," Slade said. "I"ve got something to ask you."
Hutch turned his head. Waited.
"Joslyn and I-well-we"d like you to be Trace"s G.o.dfather, if you"re willing. The ceremony"s next Sunday, after church."
Hutch was moved by the request, but he didn"t want it to show. "I"m willing," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual. "But you know how it is with me and churches. Lightning might strike or the roof could fall in."
Slade chuckled. "I"ll chance it if you will," he said.
"I"ll be there," Hutch told his half brother. "Just let me know what time-and promise me I won"t have to rent another tux."
"Just dress the way you normally would," Slade said, his grin lingering. "And Hutch?"
Hutch had the driver"s door open and he was already on the running board. "Yeah?"
"Thanks," Slade told him. "For helping Shea out, I mean."
Hutch wasn"t wearing a hat, but he tugged at the imaginary brim just the same. "Somebody did the same for me once," he said and got into the truck.
He headed for home, feeling like a different man from the one who"d left it.
BY TUESDAY MORNING, Kendra had largely recovered her equilibrium. Discussing the Hutch situation with Joslyn the day before, here at the office, had helped a lot.
Now the storefront s.p.a.ce buzzed with antic.i.p.atory vibes-even Daisy, who had come to work with Kendra as usual, seemed to sense it.
Sure enough, promptly at ten twenty-five, a powder-blue sports car nosed into a parking s.p.a.ce out front and a small woman, wearing jeans, an oversize T-shirt, a baseball cap and sungla.s.ses got out and stood waiting on the sidewalk while Walker parked his truck a few slots over.
Reaching her side, he kissed Casey lightly on the cheek, the way he might have kissed his sister, Brylee, and then held the office door open for her.
Tendrils of Casey"s legendary head of red hair were escaping from beneath the cap as she stepped inside, and an impish little smile played on her famous mouth.
She enjoyed being in disguise, that was obvious, so Kendra didn"t blurt out the first thought that popped into her head, which was, I"d have recognized you anywhere.
Walker, as if guessing Kendra"s thoughts, winked at her over the top of Casey"s head.
Recalling what he"d told her-that Casey"s two children were his, as well-Kendra"s curiosity ratcheted up a notch, but of course asking about that was out of the question. Whatever had gone on between Walker and Casey was their own business, not hers.
But she still wondered.
A lot.
She smiled and extended a hand to Casey. "h.e.l.lo," she said. "I"m Kendra."
"Casey," the other woman replied, shaking Kendra"s hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong for such a small person. "Glad to meet you," came out sounding more like, Gladta meet ya, since Casey had a Southern accent.
"She thinks she"s fooling everybody," Walker told Kendra, grinning. "This is the Casey version of low-key."
Casey removed her sungla.s.ses, revealing her striking green eyes and long lashes, and made a face at Walker. "Let a person have a little fun, why don"t you?" she retorted lightly. Then she spotted Daisy and went straight over to her, patting the dog"s head and talking to her as she would any friend.
Daisy was instantly besotted with Casey, as she had been when she first met Walker. Kendra took this as a good sign, since she believed dogs and other domesticated animals were excellent judges of character.
"I sure am ready to have a look at that house," Casey announced. "I"ve been excited ever since Walker sent me the pictures."
"We"ll take my car," Kendra said, picking up her keys. She"d vacuumed the interior thoroughly that morning before taking Madison to preschool, and covered the backseat with an old blanket for the trip over, removing it after she"d unloaded the dog, all to prevent messing it up again.
"That"s fine," Casey said agreeably, and they all left by the back way, since Kendra"s car was parked behind the building, and besides, she wanted to draw as little attention as possible.
Daisy wasn"t happy about being left behind and whined pitifully, trying to squeeze through the crack when Kendra went to close the door.
"Oh, let her come along with us," Casey urged.
"She sheds," Kendra said.
"I don"t mind," Casey replied.
Kendra nodded and brought Daisy along, already liking Casey Elder for her down-to-earth att.i.tude. She"d fit in well here in Parable-if she decided to stay.
Casey rode in back with Daisy, crammed into the middle because of Madison"s car seat, while Walker took the front pa.s.senger side. Kendra followed side streets to Rodeo Road, but people peered at them curiously as they pa.s.sed just the same from yards and sidewalks.
Any stranger would have attracted their attention, but they might well recognize this one-even in disguise, it seemed to Kendra, Casey Elder radiated a sort of down-home confidence that marked her as somebody special.
They reached the mansion without incident and, since the work was done, there were no cleaning or painting crews around.
"Holy smokes," Casey said in her trademark drawl, standing at the front gate and looking up. "That is some house."
Kendra was already unlocking the front door, Daisy at her side. "You be good," she whispered to the dog.
Inside the ma.s.sive entryway, Kendra went over the house"s best features, but she sensed that Walker and Casey wanted to explore the place on their own, so she left them to it, saying she and Daisy would be on the screened-in porch in back, or in the yard.
Casey smiled and nodded, and then she and Walker set out on their self-guided tour.
Kendra went on through the middle of the sprawling house and out the back door, taking Daisy with her. She let Daisy sniff her way around the yard while she checked the flower beds-the gardeners she"d hired were doing a good job of weeding and watering-and unlocked the door to the guest cottage, so Casey could look it over when she was ready.
She picked a bouquet of zinnias in the garden, planning to put them in the center of her kitchen table over at the rental house later on, and then just stood there, looking around, waiting to feel the sadness of letting go. After all, this had been her dream house once; she"d loved it, lived in it with pride. There were a lot of happy memories, from before and after the break-up with Jeffrey-she"d played here as a child, of course, taken refuge here, and much later, Joslyn had lived in the cottage, when she"d first come back to Parable and found herself falling hard for Slade Barlow-the last man on earth Joss would have chosen. Later still, Kendra had thrown a huge party right there in the backyard, with dancing and caterers and the whole works, to welcome Tara when she"d bought the chicken farm the year before.
No sadness came over her, though.
She knew, standing there with a colorful bouquet of summer flowers in her hands, that Casey would buy this house and make it a home. She would raise her children here.
And that was all well and good.
This house had been Jeffrey"s, really-he"d been the one to pay for it, to furnish and maintain it, even after they were divorced. Now it was going to change hands, and the money from the sale would go into a trust fund for Madison, Jeffrey"s child, as it should.
Kendra felt a lot of peace in those moments, thinking about all the changes that had taken place in her life since she"d first seen this house, as a lost little girl, hungry to belong somewhere, to be wanted and welcome.
And she had been welcome here, with Opal and Joslyn and Joslyn"s laughing, generous mother.
But she wasn"t that unwanted child anymore. She was a grown woman, whole and strong, with a daughter of her own to love and bring up to the best of her ability. She liked her life, liked who she"d become, knew for sure and at long last that she"d be happy from now on, with or without Hutch Carmody, because she"d decided to be.
It was time to leave her fears and doubts behind and go forward, expecting good things to happen, knowing she could cope with the bad ones.
After half an hour or so, Casey and Walker joined her in the yard.
Casey was beaming. "It"s perfect," she told Kendra, bending to stroke Daisy"s gleaming golden head when the dog approached, wagging her tail. "Where do I sign?"
Kendra glanced at Walker, then looked at Casey again. "Don"t you want to think about it for a while?" she asked. As many houses as she"d sold over the course of her career, she"d never had an instant offer like this one.
"Heck, no," Casey replied exuberantly. "It"s just what I want. Why wait?"
That was it.
There was no haggling, no having the place inspected, no anything.
Casey signed a contract when they got back to the office, wrote an enormous deposit check to show good faith and announced that the sooner the deal closed, the better, because she wanted to get her children settled in Parable before school started.