Sanctuary

  “When have I ever?” she said with a sigh. “Sam, I don’t know what to do for you, for any of you. I hate seeing the people I love hurt this way and not knowing how to give them ease.”

  “I can’t mourn for her the way I should, Kate. Twenty years is a long stretch. I’m not the same as I was when I lost her.”

  “You loved her.”

  “I always loved her, even when I thought the worst of her, I loved her. You remember how she was, Kate, so bright.”

  “I always envied her the way she would light up everything and everyone around her.”

  “A soft light’s got its own appeal.” He stared down at their joined hands and missed the shock that bolted into her eyes. “You always kept that light steady,” he said carefully. “She’d have been grateful for the way you mothered the children, looked after things. I should have told you before that I’m grateful.”

  “I started out doing it for her, and stayed for myself. And Sam, I don’t think Belle would have wanted you to grieve all over again. I never knew her to nurse a hurt or cling to a grudge. She wouldn’t have blamed a ten-year-old boy for what his father was.”

  “I’m cut in two on this, Kate. I’m remembering that when Belle went missing, David Delaney joined in the search for her.” He had to close his eyes as the rage rose up black again. “The son of a bitch walked this island with me. And all the while he’d done that to her. His wife came and got the children, took them back with her to mind all that day. I was grateful to him, God forgive me for that. I was grateful to him.”

  “He deceived you,” she said quietly. “He deceived his own family.”

  “He never missed a step. I can’t go back to that day, knowing what I know now, and make him pay for it.”

  “Will you make the son pay instead?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Sam, what if they’re right? What if someone wants to do to Jo what was done to Annabelle? We need to protect what we have left, to use whatever we have to protect what we have left. If I’m any judge, Nathan Delaney would step in front of a moving train to keep her safe.”

  “I can see to my own this time. I’m prepared this time.”

  THE edge of the woods on a moonless night was an excellent vantage point. But he hadn’t been able to resist creeping a little closer, using the dark to conceal his movements.

  It was so exciting to be this close to the house, to hear the old man’s words so clearly. It was all out now, and that was just another arousal. They thought they knew it all, understood it all. They probably believed they’d be safe in that foreknowledge.

  And they couldn’t be more wrong.

  He tapped the gun he’d tucked, combat-style, in his boot. He could use it now if he wanted, take both of them out. Like shooting ducks in a barrel. That would leave the two women alone in the house, since Brian had driven off in a stone-spitting fit of temper.

  He could have both of Annabelle’s daughters, one after the other, both at once. A delicious ménage à trois.

  Still, that would be a detour from the master plan. And the plan was serving him so well. Sticking to it would prove his discipline, his ability to conceive and execute. And if he wanted to duplicate the Annabelle experience, he would have to be patient just a little longer.

  But that didn’t mean he couldn’t stir things up a bit in the meantime. Scared rabbits, he mused, were so much easier to trap.

  He melted back into the trees and spent a pleasant hour contemplating the light in Jo’s window.

  TWENTY-NINE

  KIRBY jogged along the beach, hugging her solitude. The sky to the east was wildly red, gloriously, violently vivid with sunrise. She supposed that if the old adage were true, sailors better take warning, but she could only think how beautiful the morning was with its furious sky and high, wild winds.

  Maybe they were in for a backslap from Carla after all, she thought, as her feet pounded the hard-packed sand. It might be exciting, and it would take Brian’s mind off his troubles for a little while.

  She wished she knew what to say to him, how to help him. All she’d been able to do when he’d roared into her cottage the night before was listen, as she had listened to Jo. But when she’d tried to comfort him, as she had comforted Jo, it hadn’t been the soft, soothing words she’d offered that he wanted. So she’d given him the heat instead and had held on for dear life as he pounded out his misery in sex.

  She hadn’t been able to convince him to stay and sleep past dawn. He was up and gone before the sun peeked over the horizon. But at least he gathered her close, at least he pulled her to him. And she knew she’d steadied him for the return to Sanctuary.

  Now she wanted to clear her head. If the man she loved was in trouble, if he was in distress, then so was she. She would gear herself up to stand by him, to see him through this, and she hoped, to guide him toward some peace.

  Then she saw Nathan standing near where the booming breakers hammered the shoreline. Loyalty warred against reason as she slowed her pace. But in the end her need to help, to heal, overrode everything else. She simply couldn’t turn her back on pain.

  “Some morning.” She had to lift her voice over the thunder of surf and wind. Puffing only a little, she stopped beside him. “So, is your vacation living up to your expectations?”

  He laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Oh, yeah. It’s the trip of a lifetime.”

  “You need coffee. As a doctor, I’m supposed to tell you that caffeine isn’t good for you, but I happen to know it often does the trick.”

  “You offering?”

  “I am.”

  “I appreciate it, Kirby, but we both know I’m persona non grata. Brian wouldn’t appreciate you sharing a morning cup with me. I can’t blame him for it.”

  “I do my own thinking, form my own impressions. That’s why he’s crazy about me.” She laid a hand on his arm. No, she couldn’t turn her back on pain. Even the air around Nathan was hurting. “Come on up to the house. Think of me as your kindly island doctor. Bare your soul.” She smiled at him. “I’ll even bill you for an office visit if you want.”

  “Such a deal.” He took a long breath. “Christ, I could use a cup of coffee. I could use the ear too.”

  “And I’ve got both. Come on.” She tucked her arm in his and walked away from the shore. “So, the Hathaways gave you a rough time.”

  “Oh, I don’t know, they were fairly gracious all in all. That southern hospitality. My father raped and murdered your mother, I tell them. Hell, nobody even tried to lynch me.”

  “Nathan.” She paused at the base of her steps. “It’s a hell of a mess, and a terrible tragedy all around. But none of them will blame you once they’re able to think it through.”

  “Jo doesn’t. Of all of them, she’s the most vulnerable because of it, but she doesn’t.”

  “She loves you.”

  “She may yet get over that. Lexy didn’t,” he murmured. “She looked me straight in the eye, her cheeks still wet from crying, and told me none of it was my responsibility.”

  “Lexy uses pretenses and masks and foolishness and uses them expertly. So she can see through them and cut to the bone faster than most.” She opened her door, turned back to him. “And Nathan, none of it is, or was, your responsibility.”

  “I know that intellectually, and I’d almost convinced myself of it emotionally—I wanted to because I wanted Jo. But it’s not over, Kirby. It’s not finished. At least one other woman is dead now, so it’s not over.”

  She nodded and held the door open for him. “We’ll talk about that too.”

  CARLA teased the southeast coast of Florida, giving Key Biscayne a quick and violent kiss before shimmying north. In her capricious way, she did a tango with Fort Lauderdale, scattered trailers and tourists and took a few lives. But she didn’t seem inclined to stay.

  Her eye was cold and wide, her breath fast and eager. She’d grown stronger, wilder since her birth in the warm waters of the West Indies.

  L
ike a vengeful whore, she spun back out to sea, stomping her sharp heels over the narrow barrier islands in her path.

  LEXY hurried into the guest room where Jo was just smoothing the spread on the walnut sleigh bed. The sun beamed hot and brilliant through the open balcony doors, highlighting the shadows under Jo’s eyes that spoke of a restless night.

  “Carla just hit St. Simons,” Lexy said, a little breathless from her rush up two flights of stairs.

  “St. Simons? I thought she was tracking west.”

  “She changed her mind. She’s heading north, Jo. The last report said if she keeps to course and velocity, her leading edge will hit here before nightfall.”

  “How bad is she?”

  “She’s clawed her way up to category three.”

  “Winds of over a hundred miles an hour. We’ll need to batten down.”

  “We’re going to evacuate the tourists before the seas get too rough for ferry crossings. Kate wants you to help down at checkout. I’m going out with Giff. We’ll start boarding up.”

  “All right, I’ll be down. Let’s hope she heads out to sea and gives us a pass.”

  “Daddy’s on the radio getting updates. Brian went down to see that the boat’s fueled and supplied in case we have to leave.”

  “Daddy won’t leave. He’ll ride it out if he has to tie himself to a tree.”

  “But you will.” Lexy stepped closer. “I went by your room earlier, saw your suitcases open and nearly packed.”

  “There’s more reason for me to go than to stay.”

  “You’re wrong, Jo. There’s more for staying, at least until we find the way to settle this for everyone. And we need to bury Mama.”

  “Oh, God, Lexy.” Jo covered her face, then stood there with her fingers pressed to her eyes.

  “Not her body. But we need to put a marker up in the cemetery, and we need to say good-bye. She loved us. All my life I thought she didn’t, and that maybe it was because of me.”

  When Lexy’s voice broke, Jo dropped her hands. “Why would you think something like that?”

  “I was the youngest. I thought she hadn’t wanted another child, hadn’t wanted me. So I spent most of my life trying so hard to make people love me, people want me. I’d be whatever I thought they’d like best. I’d be stupid or I’d be smart. I’d be helpless or I’d be clever. And I’d always make sure I left first.”

  She walked over, carefully shut the balcony doors. “I’ve done a lot of hateful things,” she continued. “And it’s likely I’ll do plenty more. But knowing the truth’s changed something inside me. I have to say good-bye to her. We all do.”

  “I’m ashamed I didn’t think of it,” Jo murmured. “If I go before it can all be arranged, I’ll come back. I promise.” She bent down to gather up the linens she’d stripped from the bed. “Despite everything, I’m glad I came back this time. I’m glad things have changed between us.”

  “So am I.” Lexy aimed a sidelong smile. “So, now maybe you’ll fancy up some of the pictures you took that I’m in, and take a few more. I could use them for my portfolio. Casting directors ought to be pretty impressed with glossies taken by one of the top photographers in the country.”

  “If we shake loose of Carla, you and I will have a photo shoot that’ll knock every casting director in New York on his ass.”

  “Really? Great.” She scowled out at the sky. “Goddamn hurricane. Something’s always coming along to postpone the good stuff. Maybe we can do it in Savannah. You know, rent a real studio for a couple of days, and—”

  “Lexy.”

  “Oh, all right.” Lexy waved her hands. “But thinking about that’s a lot more fun than thinking about nailing up sheets of plywood. Of course, maybe Giff’ll think I’m plain useless at it, and I can whisk back inside and check through my wardrobe for the right outfits. I want sexy shots, sexy and moody. We could get us a little wind machine for—”

  “Lexy,” Jo said again on an exasperated laugh.

  “I’m going, I’m going. I’ve got this terrific evening gown I got wholesale in the garment district.” She started toward the door. “Now, if I can just talk Kate into letting me borrow Grandma Pendleton’s pearls.”

  Jo laughed again as Lexy’s voice carried down the hallway. Things shouldn’t change too quickly, she decided, or too much. Bundling the linens more securely, she carted them out to the laundry chute. Through an open door she could see the couple who had come in for the week from Toronto packing, and making quick work of it. She imagined most of the other guests were doing the same.

  Checkout, usually a breezy and relaxed process, was going to be frantic.

  The minute she came downstairs, she saw she hadn’t exaggerated. Luggage was already piled by the front door. In the parlor, half a dozen guests were milling around or standing by the windows staring at the sky as if they expected it to crack open at any moment.

  Kate was at the desk, surrounded by a sea of paperwork and urgent demands. Her hospitable smile was frayed around the edges when she looked up and spotted Jo.

  “Now don’t you worry. We’ll get everyone safely to the ferry. We have two running all day, and one leaves for the mainland every hour.” At the flood of voices, questions, demands, she lifted her hand. “I’m going to take the first group down right now. My niece will take over checkout.”

  She sent Jo an apologetic, slightly desperate look. “Mr. and Mrs. Littleton, if you and your family would go out to the shuttle. Mr. and Mrs. Parker. Miss Houston. I’ll be right there. Now if the rest of you will be patient, my niece will be right with you.”

  Having no choice, she waded through the bodies and voices and gripped Jo’s arm. “Out here for a minute. I swear, you’d think we were about to be under nuclear attack.”

  “Most of them probably haven’t dealt with a hurricane before.”

  “Which is why I’m glad to help them on their way. For heaven’s sake, this island and everything on it have stood up to hurricanes before, and will again.”

  Since privacy was needed, Kate took it where she could get it, in the powder room off the foyer. With a little grunt of satisfaction, she flipped the lock. “There. That ought to hold for two damn minutes. I’m sorry to leave you surrounded this way.”

  “It’s okay. I can run the next group down in the Jeep.”

  “No.” Kate spoke sharply, then blowing out a breath, she turned to the sink to splash cold water on her face. “You’re not to leave this house, Jo Ellen, unless one of us is with you. I don’t need another thing to worry about.”

  “For heaven’s sake. I can lock the doors to the Jeep.”

  “No, and I won’t stand here and argue about it. I just don’t have the luxury of time for it. You’ll help most right here, keeping these people calm. I have to swing around and pick up some of the cottage people. Brian was going by the campground. We’ll have another flood of them in shortly.”

  “All right, Kate. Whatever you want.”

  “Your father brought the radio down to the kitchen.” She took Jo by the arms. “He’s well within hailing distance. You take no chances, you understand me?”

  “I don’t intend to. I need to call Nathan.”

  “I’ve already done that. He didn’t answer. I’ll go by before I bring the next group. I’d feel better if he was here, too.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t thank me, honey pie. I’m about to leave you with the world’s biggest headache.” Kate sucked in a breath, braced her shoulders, and opened the door.

  Jo winced at the din of voices from the parlor. “Hurry back,” she said and mustered a weak smile as she walked straight into the line of fire.

  OUTSIDE, Giff muscled a sheet of plywood over the first panel of the wide dining room bay. Lexy crouched at his feet, hammered a nail quickly and with easy skill into the lower corner. She was chattering away, but Giff heard only about every third word. The wind had died, and the light was beginning to take on a brutish yellow hue.

  It was comi
ng, he thought, and faster than they’d anticipated. His family had their home secure and would likely ride it out there. He’d delegated one of his cousins and two friends to begin