Bringing Delaney Home (Cates Brothers #1) (27 page)

Mr. McClatchy pushed the box of donuts toward her. “Here, Delaney. I got your favorite chocolate glaze. Eat up so we can get your lesson in. My herd of cows is waiting to be milked.”

Lonnie pulled the poster board out from behind the cashier’s counter and propped it against his shelf of fly-fishing boots and waders. For the next hour, Delaney and her fishing buddies discussed what each knot did and which ones worked best for each application. The arbor, Bimini twist, egg loop, king sling, orvis, slim beauty, and palomer were just a few she practiced tying under the men’s careful tutelage.

“Delaney, I’m petitioning the town council to remove the ‘No Fishing’ sign from the bridge.” Old Man Baxter tipped up the bill of his cap to look across the plastic table at her.

“Thank you, Mr. B. But you know there are no fish on that part of the creek, right?”

“We’ve watched you pass right by the bait bucket.” He winked at her as the other old-timers sitting around the table grinned along too. “We’re slowly figuring you out.”

Heading out of Lonnie’s toward the side parking, she couldn’t keep the grin off her face thinking about those father/daughter fishing lessons she’d missed out on. She was pretty sure she was getting them now. Glancing at the men through the window as she passed, she had a gooey spot right where her heart was. She rubbed her chest and focused forward. Forward to D.C. and actually living again. For the first time in forever, things were feeli—
What the heck?

Someone was messing around at the front of her Jeep! Someone dressed in dark baggy clothes with a ball cap pulled low over his face. The person held a damn sticky note in one hand as he lifted the wiper with the other.

Oh, hell no.
This would end now.

Delaney took off, running toward her vehicle as fast as she could. Apparently the rat bastard had never taken the presidential fitness tests seriously growing up because he was slower than she was, even though she was more awkward than fast.

The criminal took a hard right turn in an attempt to cut across the park, so Delaney aimed herself and took a flying leap, tackling them both onto the grass. Air forced out of both sets of lungs with a
whoosh
on impact.
Ow
. When her lungs finally worked again, Delaney eased up enough to roll the perp over. She grabbed the cap off and tossed it to the side for a good look.

“You! Holy hell, Stacie!” Delaney plopped back onto the grass, her lungs burning and her leg throbbing. “What did I ever do to you?”

“What haven’t you done?” Sitting up, Stacie brushed grass off her jeans with brisk swipes of her hands. “Delaney Lyons, this town isn’t big enough for both of us.”

Delaney narrowed her eyes at the woman. Was she serious? Yep, there went her angry raccoon face. Dead serious.
Did I know Stacie was crazy?

“Is this about Quinn? Because that’s really a conversation you need to have with him. I don’t—”

“No. This is not about Quinn.” Stacie rolled her eyes. “This is about you stealing my spotlight.”

What the heck was she talking about? “When did I ever steal your spotlight?”

“You’ve been stealing my chance to shine my whole life.”

“Shine away. What’s stopping you?” Other than standing in Barbara’s shadow.

“You. This year was finally my turn. Barbara promised.” Stacie’s glare hit her with full force. “And then you showed up and ruined everything.”

“Of course I did.” Between her dad, Barbara, and now Stacie, she was getting damn tired at being blamed for everything.

“All through high school, I had to stand by and watch Barbara get crowned Miss Everything. And you’d come in second and not even care because you were winning all those cross-country and track races. I’m so tired of being invisible.”

“You’re not invisible, Stacie.”

“Do you know how many races
I
won?”

Delaney scrunched one eye closed, trying to think back. “I’m sorry, I don’t. To be honest, I didn’t know you ran cross-country.”

“Arrgh! Exactly!”

Oh, hell
. “Look, I was out of the loop in high school. I’m sorry. Let’s celebrate you now. Congratulations.”

“Well, I didn’t win any races, but that’s beside the point. The point is Barbara said this was my year to be the show-stopper in the auction. The most bid-on bachelorette. I bought a killer dress seven months ago and helped her put the whole event together.” Stacie scalded her with a blistering look. “And then, the day you came back, Barbara came up with a different plan. She told me she was holding the last spot in the bachelorette auction for you and I couldn’t have it.”

Stockholm syndrome was the only possible reason Barbara wasn’t the bad guy here. “So you tried to scare me out of town and the auction with the ‘go away’ notes?”

“Oh, please. The notes were just a gentle nudge. I even sweetened the first one up with one of Aunt Marie’s best cakes!”

“Why’d you cut the phone line?” Delaney asked.

Stacie’s face pinched up and she huffed out a breath. “That was an accident. I was trying to cut your cable TV. I mean, I wouldn’t stay somewhere without cable.”

“And the graffiti and the broken window? What was that?” She held Stacie’s gaze. “When the nudge didn’t work, you moved to a shove?”

“A mistake.” Stacie grimaced and bit her lip. “I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it even while I was doing it, but my anger just took over. I . . . have anger issues.”

“No kidding. Maybe you should see someone about that.”

“Oh, I do. You weren’t the only one with a sad childhood, but you wouldn’t know it around this town.” Stacie waved her hand around, the raccoon face back again. “It was always Delaney this, or Delaney’s mom and dad that. Ugh! Delaney, Delaney, Delaney.

“Let me tell you, growing up with one parent was hard. My mama worked long hours just to afford rent and food. Sure, she loved me, but when she wasn’t working, she was too tired to do anything. And at least your daddy was around.” A sob rolled up Stacie’s chest, and she paused to suck it in. She brushed fiercely at the tears escaping down her cheeks. “My daddy hasn’t so much as called since the day he left on my fourth birthday.”

Delaney didn’t agree with the way Stacie lashed out at her, but she understood the anger.

She could connect with that little four-year-old girl’s pain.

“My daddy kissed me good-night and promised me pancakes for breakfast if I went to sleep like a good girl. He was gone when I woke up the next morning.”

Wow. There were so many ways to screw up a child’s life, weren’t there? Delaney sucked in a breath of air. “I’m sorry about your childhood. It totally sucks, but that still doesn’t give you the right to do what you did to me.”

Stacie was still too angry to give an inch. Leaning forward on her hands, Delaney pushed up with her good leg until she managed to stand before reaching a hand down to help Stacie up. “You’re going to have to pay for the repairs to Greer’s house.”

“Fine.” She took Delaney’s hand, and let her help her up but avoided eye contact. “Are you going to turn me in to the police?”

“I’m going to have to tell Quinn so he doesn’t keep wasting time looking.” Delaney grabbed Stacie’s sleeve and pulled her silently along toward the bait and tackle shop. She glanced down at Stacie’s shoes. “The cops thought you were a dude from the footprints you left.”

The woman literally growled. “Another reason I hate my father. My big darn feet are the only things he left me.”

Delaney pulled open the screen door, ushering Stacie inside.

“You said you weren’t going to turn me in,” Stacie hissed at her, trying to slip out of her grip.

“I’m not. You can thank me later.” Delaney walked her back to the table of old-timers. “Gentlemen, I just ran into my old friend Stacie and I was shocked to hear her say the Bimini twist is the best and only knot worth using.”

And that was how the Great Knot Debate part two started. Almost.

“Wait, wait.” Delaney held a hand up to settle them down, then helped maneuver Stacie into a chair at the table. “She didn’t mean to start anything. Stacie just needs to learn is all.”

She wasn’t sure Stacie would ever be one of her favorite people, but she could sympathize up to a point. Delaney walked away as Stacie’s first knot lesson began.

After Lonnie’s, she made her way over to the diner for a late breakfast. She headed for the booth in the corner, but the Simon sisters spotted her and called her over.

“Delaney, dear. Come join us for breakfast. We were just talking about you.” Agatha Simon waved her over to their booth with an age-speckled hand.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Delaney said, sliding onto the bench opposite the women. “Good morning.”

Beatrice beamed at her. “We wanted to invite you to our book club over at the library, dear. We’re starting a new book next week and thought you would add some lively perspective to our discussions.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but I’m not much of a—”

“Congratulations, Delaney!” Renee carried over a supersized piece of cake on her tray. “You’re the fifty-third customer of the day and won a slice of Aunt Marie’s chocolate cake.”

“It seems like every time I turn around people are giving me food.” She followed the slide of the cake plate with her eyes, then turned a raised brow on Renee. “Let me guess, Greer put you up to this?”

“Goodness no! The Grapevine came up with this, and my advice is don’t try to fight it. You won’t win.”

Delaney shook her head. “Do I look dumb? No, I have a policy: never say no to cake.”

“Good girl, because you’ll be the lucky customer of the day until you’ve put on five pounds.”

“How in the world did I ever get through life without the Grapevine?”

“You didn’t.” Agatha stared down her nose at Delaney like she was a naughty schoolgirl. “So none of that attitude if you please.”

“Excuse me?”

Beatrice tried to shush Agatha, but it was like trying to stop a freight train with a pile of pillows.

“It’s past time she knew.” Agatha sat back in her seat, her serious face looking like a poster for tough love. “The whole town looked out for you and Greer.”

“What do you mean? Nobody helped us with anything.” Delaney rubbed a hand against her forehead. “When Mama died, Daddy was so mean to everyone people stopped offering to help out. I don’t blame them. He could be very cruel.”

Beatrice looked at her, her gentle gaze soothing. “Dear, we didn’t stop helping you. We just had to keep quiet about it.”

“I don’t remember anyone helping.” She shook her head in confusion.

Renee sat down next to her in the booth, setting the coffee carafe on the table. “Remember winning those drawings down at Frock Foods?”

“I didn’t really win the free turkey at Thanksgiving every year?” She looked over at Renee to see her shake her head.

“The drawing for new school shoes every September?”

“No,” Agatha chimed in.

“Dr. Dilley didn’t offer anyone else free braces if they let him take before and after pictures?” The blood drained from her face like a wave pulling back into the sea. “He said we’d be helping him.”

“No, just Greer.” Beatrice quickly added, “Although, after Greer got her braces off, half the other freshman girls flocked to his office too, so it did help him out. But that’s not why he did it.”

Delaney was having a hard time taking it all in. “The great deal on my first Volkswagen?”

Renee looked over at the sisters before turning to Delaney. “The Elks Lodge paid for Cooter James to find one and fix it up for you.”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me Cooter didn’t have Free Tune-up Tuesdays?”

“Goodness, what a rascal.” Beatrice tsked and shook her head. “No, I believe Cooter was trying to get a date. Wasn’t he a year or two ahead of you in school?”

“The renters for our house while Greer was at college?” With each nod of their heads, Delaney’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh God, I always thought we were two of the luckiest girls ever.”

“In a way, you were, dear. The town felt terrible about not stepping in to protect you from your parents, but neglect and cruelty were harder to prove back then.” Beatrice reached her hand across to give Delaney’s a comforting squeeze. “After your mother died, we went about quietly trying to help without your father noticing.”

“Greer’s college scholarship?” Delaney asked.

“She did earn a partial, but everyone knew that wasn’t enough. So the church held a lot of bake sales. Beatrice’s rhubarb Bundt cakes were a big seller.” Agatha’s face pinched up like she’d taken a bite of a lemon. “I gained ten pounds that summer and had to put my damn girdle on to fit in my favorite Sunday dress.”

Beatrice patted Agatha on the arm. “Language, please, sister.”

“Does Greer know?” She didn’t even try to hold back her tears now.

“No.”

“Then why are you telling me?” She slumped back against the booth, her eyes and throat burning.

“I thought it might help you to know you’re not alone.” Agatha’s gaze locked on to hers. “You haven’t been for a long time.”

Delaney turned her head to the side, staring out the window but looking into the past. “I wouldn’t have made it without you all, and I didn’t even know. I wish someone had told me.”

“Why? Would that have changed anything?”

“Yes,” Delaney whispered, looking back at Agatha. “I wouldn’t have
felt
so alone.”

“Well, hells bells.” Agatha reached across the table and dabbed at Delaney’s tears with her napkin. “It looks like we miscalculated a bit.”

“Well, now you know.” Renee patted her on the back. “Your bacon cheeseburger will be right up.”

“What?” Delaney shook her head, trying to pull her mind back to the present. “But I haven’t ordered yet.”

Standing up, Renee topped off Agatha’s coffee cup with a glance in Delaney’s direction. “I know what all my regulars like, even if it’s weird, like a cheeseburger for breakfast.”

“Hrmph. A cheeseburger sounds much better than my namby-pamby oatmeal.” Agatha slapped her hand on the table. “Renee, I’ll have a cheeseburger too.”

Beatrice chortled. “Such rebels you two are.”

A rebel? She just really loved bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast.