Across town at Herbs, Deputy Rodney Hopper was stewing1 over his cup of coffee, wondering where on earth Lexie and that . . . city boy had gone off to.
He’d wanted to surprise Lexie at the library and take her out to lunch so City Boy would know exactly where things stood. Maybe she would have even let him escort her to the car while City Boy watched with envy.
Oh, he knew exactly what City Boy saw in Lexie. And he had to be seeing it. Hell, it was impossible not to notice, Rodney thought. She was the prettiest woman in the county, probably the state. Maybe even the whole wide world, for that matter.
Usually, he wouldn’t have worried about any guy doing research at the library, and he wasn’t worried when he first heard about it. But then he started hearing all those folks whispering about the new stranger in town, so he’d wanted to check it out. And they were right: all it took was one look at City Boy to figure out that he had that city look about him. People who researched at the library were supposed to be older and look like absentminded professors, complete with reading glasses, poor posture2, and coffee breath. But not this guy; no, this guy looked like he’d just strolled out of Della’s Beauty Parlor3. But even that wouldn’t have bothered him so much except for the fact that right now they were off galli
vanting around town, just the two of them.
Not at Herbs. And not at Pike’s Diner, either. No, he’d scanned their parking lots and come up empty. He supposed he could have gone in and asked around, but word would probably have spread, and he wasn’t sure that would have been such a good idea. All his buddies5 teased him about Lexie as it was, especially whenever he mentioned that they were going out on a date again. They’d tell him to get over her, that she was just spending time with him to be nice, but he knew better. She always said yes when he asked, didn’t she? He thought about it. Well, most of the time, anyway. She never kissed him afterward6, but that was beside the point. He was patient and the time was coming. Every time they went out, they edged a little closer to something more serious. He knew it. He could feel it. His buddies, he knew, were just jealous.
He’d hoped that Doris would have some insight, but it just so happened that she wasn’t around, either. Off at the accountant’s, they said, but she’d be back in a little while. Which, of course, didn’t help him at all, since his lunch break was almost over, and he couldn’t exactly wait around for her. And besides, she’d probably deny knowing anything about it. He’d heard she actually liked City Boy, and well . . . wasn’t that special?
“Scuse me, darlin’?” Rachel said. “You okay?”
“Nothing, Rachel,” he said. “Just one of those days.”
“Bad guys getting you down again?”
Rodney nodded. “You could say that.”
She smiled, looking pretty, though Rodney didn’t seem to notice. He’d long since come to view her as something of a sister.
He nodded. “You’re probably right.”
Her lips went together. Sometimes she worried about Rodney.
“Are you sure you can’t squeeze in a quick bite to eat? I know you’re in a hurry and I can tell ’em to make it quick.”
“No. I’m not all that hungry. And I’ve got some protein powder in the car for later. I’ll be fine.” He extended his cup. “A refill might be nice, though.”
“You got it,” she said, pouring.
“Hey, would you happen to have noticed whether Lexie came through here? Maybe for a to-go order?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t seen her all day. Have you checked at the library? I can call over there if it’s important.”
“No, it’s not that important.”
She hovered9 over the table, as if debating what to say next. “I saw you sitting with Jeremy Marsh10 this morning.”
“Who?” Rodney asked, trying to appear innocent.
“The journalist from New York. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I just thought I should introduce myself.”
“He’s a handsome fella, isn’t he?”
“Well, he is. I could look at him all day. I mean, that hair. Just makes me want to run my fingers through it. Everyone’s talking about him.”
“He invited me to New York,” she boasted.
“Well, sort of, anyway. He said I should visit, and even though he didn’t put it in so many words, I think he kind of wanted me to visit him.”
“Really?” he asked. “That’s great, Rachel.”
“What did you think of him?”
Rodney shifted in his seat. “We didn’t really talk that much.”
“Oh, you should. He’s really interesting and very smart. And that hair. Did I mention his hair?”
“Yes,” Rodney said. He took another gulp14 of his coffee, trying to stall until he figured things out. Did he really invite Rachel to New York? Or did Rachel invite herself? He wasn’t quite sure. He could see how City Boy might find her attractive, and he was definitely the type who’d make his move on a woman, but . . . but . . . Rachel tended to exaggerate and Lexie and City Boy were out and about and nowhere to be found. Something here didn’t quite add up, did it?
He began sliding from the booth. “Well, listen, if you see Lexie, tell her I stopped by, okay?”
“Sure thing. You want me to put your coffee in a Styrofoam cup to go?”
“No, thanks. My stomach’s feeling a little green already.”
“Oh, you poor thing. I think we have some Pepto-Bismol in the back. Do you want me to get some for you?”
“To be honest, Rach,” he said, puffing his chest out and trying to look official again, “I don’t think it’s going to help.”
Across town, just outside the accountant’s office, Mayor Gherkin
“Just the woman I wanted to see,” he called out.
Doris turned to watch the mayor approach; in his red jacket and checkered16 pants, she couldn’t help but wonder whether the man was color-blind. More often than not, he looked ridiculous.
“What can I do for you, Tom?”
“Well, as you may or may not have heard, we’re arranging a special evening for our guest, Jeremy Marsh,” he said. “He’s writing a big story, you know, and . . .”
Doris mentally finished the story, mouthing the words along with him.
“. . . you know how important this could be for the town.”
“I’ve heard,” she said. “And it’s especially good for your businesses.”
“I’m thinking of the whole community here,” he said, ignoring her comment. “I’ve spent all morning trying to set things up so it’ll be just right. But I was hoping you’d be willing to help us out
with something to eat.”
“Not for charity, mind you. The town would be happy to reimburse18 you for expenses. We’re planning to hold it at the old Lawson Plantation19 just outside town. I’ve already talked to the folks there, and they said that they’d be happy to let us use the premises20. I figure we’d have a little get-together21, and we could sort of use it as a kickoff to the Historic Homes Tour. I’ve already talked to the newspaper, and a reporter plans to swing by—”
“When are you planning to have this little get-together?” she asked, cutting him off.
He looked momentarily baffled by the interruption. “Well, tonight, of course . . . but like I was saying—”
“Tonight?” she interrupted again. “You want me to prepare for one of your little get-togethers tonight?”
“It’s for a good cause, Doris. I know it’s inconsiderate of me to drop this on you like this, but big things might be happening, and we have to move fast to take advantage of it. You and I both know you’re the only one who could handle something like this. Nothing fancy, of course. I was thinking that maybe you could do your special chicken pesto but without the sandwiches . . .”
“Does Jeremy Marsh even know about this?”
“Of course, he does. Why, I spoke22 to him about it this morning, and he seemed genuinely excited by the possibility.”
“Really?” she asked, leaning back, doubting it.
“And I was hoping that Lexie might come as well. You know how important she is to folks in this town.”
“I doubt if she would. She hates doing these types of things any more than absolutely necessary. And this doesn’t strike me as absolutely necessary.”
“You might be right. But anyway, like I was saying, I’d like to use this evening to help us kick off the weekend.”
“Aren’t you forgetting that I’m against the whole idea of using the cemetery23 as a tourist attraction?”
“Not at all,” he said. “I remember what you told me exactly. But you do want your voice heard, don’t you? If you don’t show up, there’s going to be no one there to represent your side of things.”
Doris stared at Mayor Gherkin for a long moment. The man certainly knew what buttons to press. And besides, he had a point. If she didn’t go, she could imagine what Jeremy would end up writing if all he had to go on was the mayor and the town council. Tom was right: she was the only one who could handle something like this on such short notice. They both knew she’d been preparing for the tour this weekend and had plenty of food on hand in the kitchen already.
“All right,” she capitulated, “I’ll take care of it. But don’t think for a second I’m going to serve all those people. It’ll be a buffet24, and I’m going to sit at the tables like the rest of you.”
Mayor Gherkin smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doris.”
Deputy Rodney Hopper was sitting in his car across the street from the library, wondering whether or not to go inside and talk to Lexie. He could see City Boy’s car parked in the lot, which meant that they’d returned from wherever they’d gone, and he could see lights from Lexie’s office glowing through the window.
He could imagine Lexie sitting at her desk reading, her legs propped25 up on the chair with knees bent26, twirling those strands27 of hair as she thumbed through the pages of a book. He wanted to talk to her, but the thing was, he knew he didn’t have a good reason. He never dropped by the library just to chat because, honestly, he wasn’t all that sure that she wanted him to. She had never casually28 suggested that he stop by to see her, and whenever he veered29 the conversation in that direction, she would change the subject. On one level, it made sense, since she was supposed to be working, but at the same time, he knew that encouraging him to visit would have been another small step in the progress of their relationship.
He saw a figure pass by the window, and he wondered if City Boy was in the office with her.
He scowled. That would take the cake, wouldn’t it? First a lunch date—something he and Lexie had never done—and now a friendly visit at work. He scowled just thinking about it. In less than a day, City Boy had moved right in, hadn’t he? Well, maybe he’d just have to have another little talk with him about the situation. Spell things out for him, so that City Boy would understand exactly where things stood.
Of course, that would mean that things with Lexie stood somewhere, and right now he wasn’t exactly sure they did. Yesterday he’d been content with the status of the relationship. Well, okay, maybe not completely content. He would have preferred things to be moving just a little faster, but that was beside the point. The point was, yesterday he knew there was no competition, but today the two of them were sitting up there, probably laughing and joking, having a grand old time. And here he was, sitting in an idling car, staring at them from the outside.
Then again, maybe Lexie and City Boy weren’t in the office together. Maybe Lexie was doing . . . well, librarian stuff while City Boy was hunched30 in the corner, reading some moldy31 book. Maybe Lexie was just being friendly, since the guy was a visitor in town. He wondered about it, before deciding it made sense. Hell, everybody was going out of their way to make the guy feel welcome, right? And the mayor was leading the charge. This morning, when he had City Boy right where he wanted him, just when he was going to set the boundaries, the mayor (the mayor!) helped the guy slink away to safety. And bam! City Boy and Lexie are picking flowers and watching rainbows together.
Then again, maybe not.
He hated not knowing what was going on, and just as he was getting ready to head inside, his thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on the glass. It took an instant for the face to come into focus.
The mayor. Mr. Interrupt at the Wrong Moment. Twice now.
Rodney rolled down his window and the chill swept into the car. Mayor Gherkin leaned over, using his hands as support.
“Just the man I was looking for,” Mayor Gherkin said. “I happened to be driving by, and when I saw you, I was struck by the thought that we’re going to need a representative from law enforcement this evening.”
“What for?”
“The little get-together, of course. For Jeremy Marsh, our distinguished32 visitor. Tonight at the Lawson Plantation.”
Rodney blinked. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, not at all. In fact, I’ve got Gary making him up a key to the city right now.”
“A key to the city,” Rodney repeated.
“Of course, don’t tell anyone about that. It’s supposed to be a surprise. But since this is becoming more official, I sure would appreciate your presence tonight. It would make the evening seem a bit more . . . ceremonious. I was hoping that you’d stand by my side as I presented the key to him.”
Rodney puffed33 his chest out just a bit, flattered. Still, there wasn’t a chance he’d even consider doing something like that. “I think that’s more my boss’s duty, don’t you?”
“Well, sure. But you and I both know he’s hunting in the mountains right now. And since you’re in charge while he’s gone, it’s one of those things that falls in your lap.”
“I don’t know, Tom. I’d have to call someone in to cover for me. It’s a shame, but I really don’t think I’m going to be able to make it.”
“That is a shame. But I understand. Duty is duty.”
Rodney breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”
“I’m sure Lexie would love to have seen you, though.”
“Lexie?”
“Well, of course. She runs the library, so that makes her one of the dignitaries that will attend. Why, I was just coming by to tell her about it. But I’m sure she’ll enjoy visiting with our guest, even if you’re not there.” The mayor straightened up. “But all right, like I said, I understand.”
“Wait!” Rodney said, his mind moving quickly, trying to recover. “You said it’s tonight, right?”
The mayor nodded.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, but I think Bruce is already scheduled, so I just might be able to work something out.”
The mayor smiled. “Glad to hear it,” he said. “Now, let me head inside so I can talk to Ms. Darnell. You weren’t planning to head inside and talk to her yourself, were you? I mean, I’d be happy to wait.”
“No,” Rodney said. “Just tell her I’ll see her later.”
“Will do, Deputy.”
After retrieving34 some additional information for Jeremy and making a quick stop in her office, Lexie found herself surrounded by twenty children, some nestled in their mothers’ laps. Lexie was sitting on the floor, reading her third book. The room was boisterous35, as it always was. On a low table off to the side, cookies and punch had been set out; in the far corner, a few of the less engaged children were playing with some of the many toys she kept on the shelves. Still others were finger-painting on a makeshift table she’d designed. The room was decorated in bright colors— the shelves were like crayons, with no apparent theme other than vividness. Despite the protests of some of the senior volunteers and employees—who wanted children to sit quietly as they were being read to, as had always been done—Lexie wanted children to have fun in the library. She wanted them to be excited about coming, even if that required toys, games, and a room that was less than quiet. Over the years, she could remember dozens of kids who played for a year or more before discovering the joy of stories, but that was fine by her. As long as they kept coming in.
But today, as she was reading, she felt her mind wandering back to the lunch she’d shared with Jeremy. Though it couldn’t be described as a date, it almost had that feeling, which made it a little disconcerting. Thinking back on it, she realized that she’d revealed far more about herself than she’d intended, and she kept trying to remember how that had happened. It wasn’t as if he’d pried36. Instead, it had just happened. But why on earth was she still dwelling37 on it?
She didn’t like to think of herself as neurotic38, but this endless analysis wasn’t like her. And besides, she told herself, it hadn’t even been a date as much as a guided tour. But no matter how much she tried to stop it, Jeremy’s image kept popping up unexpectedly: the slightly crooked39 smile, his expression of amusement at things she said. She couldn’t help wondering what he had thought about her life here, not to mention what he’d thought about her. She’d even blushed when he said he’d found her charming. What was that all about? Maybe, she thought, it was because I spilled my guts40 about my past and left myself vulnerable.
She made a note not to do it again. And yet . . .
It hadn’t been so bad, she admitted. Just talking to someone new, someone who didn’t already know everyone and everything going on in town, was refreshing41. She’d almost forgotten how special that could be. And he’d surprised her. Doris had been right, at least in part. He wasn’t what she thought he’d be. He was smarter than she’d first assumed, and even if he held his mind closed to the possibility of mystery, he made up for it by being good-humored about their differing beliefs and way of life. He poked42 fun at himself, too, which was also appealing.
As she continued to read to the children—thank goodness, it wasn’t a complicated book—her mind refused to stop whirling.
Okay, so she liked him. She admitted that. And if truth be told, she wanted to spend more time with him. But even that realization43 didn’t change the little voice in her head warning her not to get hurt. She had to tread carefully here, for—as much as they seemed to get along—Jeremy Marsh would indeed hurt her if she allowed it to happen.
Jeremy was hunched over a series of street maps of Boone Creek44, dating back to the 1850s. The older they were, the more written detail they seemed to have, and as he watched how the town had changed decade by decade, he jotted45 additional notes. From a sleepy village nestled along a dozen roads, the town had continued to expand outward.
The cemetery, as he already knew, sat between the river and Riker’s Hill; more important, he realized that a line drawn46 between Riker’s Hill and the paper mill would pass directly through the cemetery. The total distance was a little more than three miles, and he knew that it was possible for light to be refracted that far, even on foggy nights. He wondered if the factory had a third shift, which would necessitate47 keeping the place brightly lit, even at night. With the right layering of the fog and enough brightness, everything could be explained in one fell swoop48.
Upon reflection, he realized he should have noticed the straight-line relationship between the paper mill and Riker’s Hill when he was up there. Instead, he’d been caught up in enjoying the view, looking over the town, and spending time with Lexie.
He was still trying to figure out the sudden change in her behavior. Yesterday she wanted nothing to do with him, and today . . . well, today was a new day, wasn’t it? And damned if he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and not just in the usual, clothes-heapedat-the-foot-of-the-bed sort of way. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Maria, probably, but that was a long time ago. A lifetime ago, when he was someone else entirely49. But today the conversation had been so natural, so comfortable, that despite the fact he should finish studying the maps, all he really wanted to do was get to know her even better.
Strange, he thought, and before he realized what was happening, he stood from his desk and began making his way to the stairs. He knew she was reading to the children, and he had no intention of disturbing her, but he suddenly wanted to see her.
He walked down the steps, rounded the corner, and moved to one of the glass walls. It took only a moment for him to spot Lexie sitting on the floor, surrounded by children.
She read in an animated50 way, and he smiled at her expressions: the wide eyes, the “O” she made with her mouth, the way she leaned forward to emphasize something that was happening in the story. The mothers sat with smiles on their faces. A couple of the kids were abolutely still; the others looked as if they’d taken wiggle pills.
“She’s really something, isn’t she?”
Jeremy turned in surprise. “Mayor Gherkin. What are you doing here?”
“Why, I came to see you, of course. And Miss Lexie, too. About the dinner tonight. We’ve got everything just about set up. I think you’ll be quite impressed.”
“I’m sure I will,” Jeremy said.
“But like I was saying, she’s really something, isn’t she?”
Jeremy said nothing, and the mayor winked51 before going on. “I saw the way you were looking at her. A man’s eyes give him away. The eyes always tell the truth.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The mayor grinned. “Well, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Of course not,” he said.
Jeremy shook his head. “Look, Mr. Mayor . . . Tom—”
“Oh, never mind. I was just teasing. But let me tell you a bit about our little get-together this evening.”
Mayor Gherkin told Jeremy the location, then offered directions that, somewhat unsurprisingly, were heavy on local landmarks52. No doubt Tully taught him everything he knew, Jeremy thought.
“Do you think you’ll be able to find it?” the mayor asked when he was finished.
“I’ve got a map,” Jeremy said.
“That might help, but keep in mind that those back roads can get kind of dark. It’s easy to get lost if you’re not careful. You might consider coming with someone who knows where it is.”
“You think I should ask Lexie?” Jeremy asked.
The mayor’s eyes twinkled. “That’s up to you. If you think she’d agree. A lot of men consider her the prize of the county.”
“She’d say yes,” Jeremy said, feeling more hopeful than certain.
The mayor looked doubtful. “I think you may be overestimating54 your own abilities. But if you’re so sure, then I suppose my business is through here. You see, I came to invite her myself, but since you’re going to take care of it, I’ll just see you tonight.”
The mayor turned to leave, and a few minutes later, Jeremy watched Lexie finish up. She closed the book, and as the parents rose, he felt a jolt55 of nervous adrenaline. The sensation amazed him. When was the last time that had happened?
A few mothers called to those kids who hadn’t been listening, and a moment later, Lexie was following the group out of the children’s room. When she saw Jeremy, she headed over.
“If you have time to get them,” he said. “I still have a way to go with the maps. But actually, there’s something else, too.”
“The mayor came by to tell me about the dinner tonight at the Lawson Plantation, and he’s not sure if I can find the place on my own, so he suggested that I bring someone who knows where it is. And, well, since you’re pretty much the only one I know in town, I was wondering if you’d be willing to accompany me.”
For a long moment, Lexie said nothing.
“Figures,” she finally said.
Her response caught Jeremy off-guard.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, it’s not you. It’s the mayor and the way he does things. He knows I try to avoid events like this whenever possible, unless it has to do with the library. He figured that I’d say no if he asked, so he finagled a way to get you to ask me instead. And here you are. And here I am.”
Jeremy blinked at the thought, trying to remember the exact exchange, but only coming up with bits and pieces. Who had suggested he go with Lexie? He or the mayor?
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in the middle of a soap opera?”
“Because you are. It’s called living in a small southern town.”
Jeremy paused, looking uncertain. “You really think the mayor had all this planned?”
“I know he had it planned. He might come across like he’s no smarter than a sack of grass, but he has a funny knack59 of getting people to do exactly what he wants and making them think it was their idea all along. Why on earth do you think you’re still staying at Greenleaf?”
Jeremy pushed his hands into his pockets, considering it. “Well, just so you know, you don’t have to come. I’m sure I can find the place on my own.”
Jeremy froze, unsure how to respond. “Well, I just thought that since the mayor . . .”
“Do you want me to come with you or not?” she asked.
“I do, but if you’re not—”
“Then ask me again.”
“Excuse me?”
“Ask me to come with you tonight. For yourself this time, and don’t use the excuse about needing directions. Say something like, ‘I’d really like to bring you to the dinner tonight. Can I pick you up later?’”
He looked at her, trying to decide if she was serious. “You want me to say those words?”
“If you don’t, it’ll still be the mayor’s idea and I won’t go. But if you ask me, you have to mean it, so use the right tone.”
Jeremy fidgeted like a nervous schoolboy. “I’d really like to bring you to the dinner tonight. May I pick you up later?”
She smiled and placed her hand on his arm.
“Why, Mr. Marsh,” she drawled, “I’d be delighted.”
Minutes later, Jeremy was watching Lexie retrieve61 the diaries from a locked case in the rare-book room, his head still spinning. Women in New York simply didn’t talk to him the way Lexie did. He wasn’t sure if she’d been reasonable or unreasonable62 or somewhere in between. Ask me again and use the right tone. What kind of woman did that? And why on earth did he find it so . . . compelling?
He wasn’t sure, and all of a sudden, the story and the opportunity for television were nothing more than minor63 details. Instead, as he watched Lexie, all he could think about was how warm her hand felt when she’d laid it ever so gently on his arm.
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