Betrayed Hearts (25 page)

The door slammed shut seconds before Lily gave a guttural scream and hurled a vase across the room, where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

Lily hobbled down the hall to her bedroom, her spirit as broken as the shards of glass littering the floor. She'd made the fatal mistake of underestimating her enemy, and now it would cost her everything. Stifling a sob, she pulled the shabby suitcases out of her closet and threw them on the bed. Tears coursed unchecked down her cheeks, dripping onto her T-shirt. She no longer had a choice—she had to leave this town she'd come to love. If she didn't, Nick, Chloe, and Maxi would learn all her sins, and she'd no longer be welcome. Worse yet, she'd be arrested. The fact that Mike Hillier had not beaten Sarah Jane to the punch surprised Lily. He seemed so dogged about finding out about her past.

If she cooperated with Sarah Jane, her secrets would remain buried. Maybe Lily would move to New York, too. And in time, when the dust settled, she could reach out to Chloe again.

As Lily grabbed handfuls of clothing from her drawers and crammed them into the cases, she determinedly banished all thoughts of Nick to the far recesses of her mind. She could not think about him right now, or she'd break into so many pieces, she'd never be whole again.

“Lily?”

Footsteps tapping on the hardwood floor jerked Lily to attention. Panic seized her insides, solidifying them into one gelled mass. She swiped her sleeve across her damp cheeks and buried her face in the closet.

“That must've been some fight, judging by the wreckage out there.”

Maxi's amused voice caused twin pangs of regret and guilt to rise in Lily's throat. For her friend's sake, Lily needed to hold herself together.

“You going somewhere?” Suspicion entered Maxi's voice.

Lily dared not look up as she hauled out an armful of clothes and stuffed them inside the cases. “I don't know.”

“Then why are you packing?” Maxi strode into the room and stopped beside the bed.

Lily's brain whirled to find a plausible explanation. “Actually, I'm going home. I need to see my father.” Not a total lie. She needed to find him before he arrived to stir up trouble in Rainbow Falls.

“Must be something bad. You look upset.”

Lily pressed her lips into a grim line to keep them from quivering. “It is.” She banged the lid shut, then turned to look at Maxi fully for the first time. “Please don't ask me to talk about it. I can't.”

Without a word, Maxi stepped forward and enveloped Lily in a fierce hug. “I hope you know you can tell me anything. I'm your friend no matter what.”

Lily's body shook from the pent-up emotions warring for release. If only she could believe that. She squeezed Maxi hard, then moved away. “Maybe one day when we're living in New York, I'll tell you the whole sordid thing.” Lily attempted a smile, praying Maxi would leave so she could curl up in a ball until morning.

Maxi pushed her hands into the pockets of her pants. “What about tomorrow? Aren't you going to see Chloe off?”

“I'll be there,” Lily said grimly. “I'm leaving right after.” She set her bulging suitcases on the floor beside the bed.

“Did Peg give you time off work?” Lines of concern furrowed Maxi's forehead.

She was fishing, hoping for a clue to Lily's odd behavior, but Lily would give her none.

She walked past Maxi into the hallway. “Not yet. I'll talk to her tomorrow.”

Maxi followed her out to the kitchen where Lily pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge. With unsteady hands, she handed one to Maxi.

Maxi took the bottle, silent concern flooding her face. “You sure you're OK?”

Lily looked away as she twisted off the cap. “Not really…but I will be.”

“If you need anything…money, a ride…”

“Thanks, but no.” Lily cringed at the hurt that shone in her friend's eyes. One of the only true friends she'd ever had. She stiffened her posture to help her get through the next few minutes without collapsing.

Maxi shrugged. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the bus depot. Nick has an appointment, so I'm picking up Chloe and her mom. Bus leaves at four o'clock.”

“I'll be there.”

Maxi picked her way over the shards of glass in the hallway and opened the door. She looked back over one shoulder, worry creating furrows above her nose. “Call me if you want to talk. Or just come downstairs. I'll be there.”

More tears burned at the back of Lily's throat. How she wished she could do just that—tell her the whole sad tale, and have Maxi wave her magic pixie wand to make everything turn out fine. But those were fairytales. Hadn't Lily always known her story would have no happy ending?

She swallowed hard and blinked to clear her vision. “Thank you, Maxi. You've been a great friend to me. The best I've ever had.”

With a final nod, Maxi turned and walked out, but not before Lily saw the tears glistening in her friend's eyes.

 

 

 

 

25

 

Monday dawned gray and gloomy, much like Nick's mood. Threatening clouds hung over the town ready to unleash their torrents.

Not a good start to such a momentous day. A day when he would say good-bye to the girl who'd been like a sister to him all these years. How was he supposed to let her go off to the big city all by herself? A naïve little thing like Chloe?

Nick tore a long piece of wallpaper from the main wall in his living room and crumpled it into a ball. He'd spent the good part of the morning stripping wallpaper, a job that could have waited. But he needed something physical to do to keep from climbing the walls. Tearing paper off them instead gave him some relief for his frustration.

He stretched out his back muscles, then checked the time. Soon he'd have to change for his meeting with Ted. Another momentous occasion.

But worst of all—the thing that made his insides churn all night until he couldn't stand to stay in bed—was the deafening silence from Lily. Would she tell Chloe the truth before she left town? Or would she come to her senses and realize what a mistake that would be?

A loud, insistent rapping on his front door broke the silence. Hope flared like a beacon of light in the gloom. Had Lily come to make peace? To tell him he was right after all?

Nick raced to open the door. Hope slid from his soul at the sight of Maxi on his porch.

She pushed past him into the hallway. “Something's wrong with Lily.”

The air leaked out of Nick's lungs like a balloon deflating. Reality hit him hard. Lily would not change her mind, not even for him. He'd trusted that her love would win out in the end.

He'd been deluding himself.

“She was packing her things yesterday,” Maxi continued. “Says she's going home to see her father.”

Nick's head jerked up. “What?”

“I don't believe it either. She didn't seem herself at all. And there was broken glass all over her apartment.”

Nick wiped his hands on a towel hanging from the pocket of his jeans and motioned her to follow him into the living room. He raked a hand through his already messy hair. “We had a big argument on Saturday night at the party,” he admitted. “She could be upset over that. But I can't see her leaving town because of it.”

Maxi stared at him as if he'd sprouted antennas. “You haven't talked to her since then?”

“No.”

Maxi groaned, shaking her head until her earrings jingled. “Don't you know after a fight you need to go over with flowers and apologize?”

He picked up a trowel, his jaw as rigid as the metal tool. “She's the one who needs to come to me. This is one argument I'm not backing down on.”

He attacked a new section of the wall. The loud scraping sound made further conversation almost impossible. He hoped Maxi would get the hint and leave. He'd had all the advice he could take for the present.

A few moments passed before Maxi sighed. “I hope you know what you're doing, Logan, because I'm afraid Lily might be leaving town for good.”

 

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An hour later, Nick stood in the hallway outside Ted Baker's office and took a minute to collect himself. Despite every effort to remain calm, his heart thumped out a staccato rhythm. He couldn't help it. This was one of those pivotal moments—the proverbial crossroads—where the direction of his life would change forever.

After much prayer and soul searching, he'd made his decision. All he needed now was the courage to go through with it. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Ted called.

When Nick stepped through the doorway, his gaze skimmed past Ted's gray head and slammed right into Bishop Brian Langford. Ted's superior leaned forward in his seat, a smile of greeting on his face.

Other than stalling his entry for a split second, Nick fought not to show any outward evidence of the shock he felt at this ambush. Since when had Ted invited the bishop to be part of this meeting?

Ted rose from his chair behind the worn wooden desk. “Hello, Nicholas. You remember Bishop Langford?”

Nick noted the hint of doubt under Ted's self-possessed demeanor and felt his own confidence slip. In this moment of truth, he tried to forget all Ted's recent manipulations and ultimatums. Instead, he remembered how the gentle pastor had taken a lost, rebellious youth and gently guided him to become the man Nick was today. He couldn't bear to disappoint the man who had helped mold his faith. So now he pushed back his resentment of Ted's high-handed tactics and stepped forward to shake the bishop's hand. “Of course. Nice to see you again, Bishop.”

Brian Langford, a tall, lean man in his early sixties smiled warmly at Nick. “Same here. And please call me Brian. I hope you don't mind me sitting in on this little get-together.”

“Of course not.”
What choice did he have?

The room seemed suffocating as Nick took a seat across from the two men. Obviously Ted had invited the bishop as a power play, to raise the stakes and make it harder for Nick to refuse the job. Guess he couldn't blame Ted for playing every trump card he had up his sleeve.

“We don't want to waste the bishop's time so let's get right down to the business at hand. Have you come to a decision about your future, Nicholas?”

Nick wished he could open the large picture window and get some air moving in the stuffy space. He ran a finger around his collar. “Yes, sir, I have.”

“Good. Well, please don't keep us in suspense.”

Nick looked from one clergy member to the other. Now that the moment was upon him, giving Ted his decision was proving harder than he thought.

“Let me start by saying what a great honor it is to be considered as a possible replacement for you, Reverend Ted. Your devotion to the people of Rainbow Falls has been inspiring to say the least. On a personal note, your mentorship in my spiritual journey has meant the world to me.” He paused to let his emotions settle. “To that end, I must admit I'm still interested in taking this position …” He noted the smug expression on Ted's face. “However, the unusual stipulation placed upon the acceptance of this post has proven unacceptable to me.”

Bishop Brian's smile slid into a frown. “Am I missing something here?”

Ted's pale eyes darted between the two men. Nick pressed his lips together and waited for Ted to explain the situation, since he was the one who'd created it.

The older man folded his hands together on top of the desk. “Unfortunately, Nicholas has been seeing a rather...unsuitable young woman. Someone who would not make a proper minister's wife. I suggested that if Nick truly felt God's calling to serve in this parish, then his relationship with this woman would have to end.”

“In other words, if I want this position, I have to sever all ties with the woman I love.” Nick didn't bother to hide his displeasure.

Bishop Langford pursed his lips, leaned back in his chair, and looked from one man to the other. “Not knowing the young woman in question, I will have to decline comment and defer to Reverend Ted's wise opinion. So tell me then, Mr. Logan, what is your final decision?”

Both men looked at him expectantly. Disappointment weighed heavy on Nick's shoulders. He'd hoped the bishop would side with him on this issue. He realized, however, that even if Bishop Langford disagreed with Ted, professional courtesy demanded he side with his colleague. Sweat dampened Nick's collar, but he raised his chin and looked Ted in the eye. “With all due respect, sir, I must decline the position.”

Ted's mouth gaped open and Bishop Langford's eyebrows rose.

“You can't be serious,” Ted said. “You'd throw away all those years of studying and your calling from God…for that woman?” His face had turned ashen.

Nick rose slowly from his chair and pushed his hands deep into his pockets. Out of respect for the bishop more than anything, he clamped his emotions down with an iron vice. “I am in love with Lily and plan to marry her one day. If God is calling me
and Lily
to serve Him, as I believe He is, then He'll show me another way.” Of course, the ”and Lily” part was still unknown. Before he proposed marriage, he'd have to know of her desire to serve God. He suspected she was moving back toward her heavenly Father, which gave him great hope, but she needed more time.
Please, Lord, show her the way to You.

Ted's face grew even paler, but he remained silent.

“Thank you for your time, gentlemen. I wish you the best in finding the right person for this ministry.” He sucked in air as the pain of realizing that he would not be that man radiated across his chest. With a nod in the bishop's direction, he turned and strode out the door.

He didn't take another breath until he reached his truck. Once inside, he gulped in a lungful of air. Lowering his head to the steering wheel, he concentrated on the simple task of breathing.