Spring Secrets: Pine Point, Book 3 (18 page)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Loretta Springer hobbled out to the covered back porch, holding a bottle of champagne and four plastic glasses.

“Ma, what did I say? Sit down and let me get the rest.” Mike jumped up from his seat next to Sienna on the porch swing. Doc Halloran sat in one of two cushioned chairs across from them. A spread of cheese and crackers, fruit, veggies and dip, and different kinds of breads and jams covered a glass-topped table.

“What? I’ve been keeping this bottle for years, waiting for the right time to open it.” She lifted the champagne in the air. “Seems to me this is as good a night as any.”

Sienna had to agree. As Mike popped the cork and filled the glasses, she watched his deft hands and imagined them feeling their way along her body. They hadn’t talked much since the baseball game. But he hadn’t left her side the whole way back to the school. He’d even parked his truck at the stadium and taken the bus with them. The boys had been thrilled to see him. Silas had practically climbed into his lap, and for one whole second, Caleb had let Mike drop one hand onto his shoulder as they watched the final out together.

“Dawn didn’t stop talking after we found her,” Mike was telling Doc. “It was like the dam finally burst or something.”

Sienna welled up again at the thought. She’d met Dawn’s foster parents for the first time at the school, and when she’d told them what had happened, both had choked out emotional thank yous as they’d taken Dawn in their arms. Good people. Reserved but caring. She rubbed her arms in the cool evening air.
I still can’t believe she spoke
.

Mike rejoined her on the swing and looped one arm around her shoulders. “Maybe she was just waiting for the right person to come along,” he said into her ear. “I know what that feels like.”

Happiness and hope washed over Sienna. “I’m sorry about what happened between us,” she murmured.

He moved her hair from her face. “Me too. We should talk about it.”

She nodded. She had to talk about something else first. “I wanted to ask you all something.” She glanced at Loretta and Doc, and nerves built in her stomach. “It’s about my mom.”

Loretta stopped arranging cheese and crackers and stole a quick glance at Doc. Suddenly Sienna knew. “It’s true, isn’t it? What Mike told me?” She felt as though all breath had left her body. “My mom overdosed the day she died.” Saying it out loud sounded worse than inside her head. Raw sadness, anger, and disbelief washed over her. She felt turned upside down, unsteady, betrayed. Broken-hearted.

Doc coughed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She dropped her gaze and focused on Mike’s shirtfront. “I should have known.”

“Wasn’t something a fifteen-year-old needed to know,” Loretta said, her voice firm. “You’d just lost your mother. Didn’t matter how it happened.”

Sienna shook her head. “I feel like a fool.”

Mike took her hand and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “It doesn’t make her a bad person.”

“It doesn’t make her a good one either.”
Why, Mom?
Tears pricked her eyes. If not for some stupid pain pills, her mom might still be alive. They might still be living together in Pine Point, and everything from the last ten years would be different.

She looked at Mike’s hand in hers.
Including this.

Loretta leaned over the table and pointed at Sienna. “You listen to me. Your mother was a good woman, a hard worker who put her daughter first no matter what. She made a bad decision. So do we all. I don’t want you to think on her memory for one minute with anything but happiness.”

“Why didn’t
you
tell me?” Sienna asked Doc. “I’m sure it was in whatever report you had to make.”

He nodded, his gnarled fingers tight around the stem of his glass. “Like Loretta said, I didn’t want to hurt you. None of us did. Thought the best thing was to protect your memory of your mother.” He fixed his gaze on Sienna. “Her heart gave out at the end. That was the primary cause of death. The drugs?” He shrugged. “Did they contribute? Maybe. Probably. But the only thing you needed to know was that she loved you. She was working hard for you and a better life.”

Sienna blinked away tears.
I can’t believe this.
She’d spent so much time looking for other people’s secrets, she hadn’t even stopped to think she might discover some of her own.

“It’s getting a little chilly out here,” Loretta said, even though the temperature hadn’t dropped a single degree. With a knowing look at Doc, she limped to the sliding door and waited for him to follow.

Sienna and Mike sat in silence for a few minutes. She sipped her champagne and watched the sun settle into the hills.
What comes next? Where do we go from here?
“I’ve been thinking,” she finally began.

“Mmm?”

“I might change the focus of my research.” Especially now, knowing the truth and trying to understand her place in it.

Mike’s hand stopped moving along the back of her hair. “To what?”

She turned to look at him. “I always thought I wanted to prove that small towns had secrets.”

“Yes, so you’ve said. Many times.”

She elbowed him. “But I think I’ve had a change of heart. Or mind. Or something. It’s not that I don’t believe that anymore.” She cocked her head. “It’s true. You know that as well as I do.”

“Yes, I do.”

“But I don’t think secrets necessarily tear a place apart. I think in a weird way, they might tie a place tighter together. If people know secrets about each other, maybe it makes them more likely to have each other’s backs.”

“You mean like blackmail? I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep mine?”

“No. Well, not really. Not in a bad way. Just…” She sighed and leaned against him, loving the warmth of his chest that cradled her. “What your mom and Doc said. They kept my mother’s secret to protect me, didn’t they? They didn’t judge my mom as this horrible person because of what she’d done. And when all those people helped me look for Dawn today, I don’t think any of them judged me for losing track of her. They just wanted to help me find her.”

He chuckled, and she could feel the vibrations. “There’s judgment in small towns, don’t get that wrong.”

“But there’s kindness too. And forgiveness, I think.”

He kissed her temple.

“I understand why you came back here,” she went on. “It feels safe, doesn’t it? It’s a place you can start over.”

“Yes.”

People make mistakes.
Her mom’s face appeared in her mind’s eye, young and smiling.
Sienna looked down at her own wrist, at the thin white line marking a mistake she’d almost made years ago.
It doesn’t have to change everything good about them.
She turned and took Mike’s face in her hands. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She ran her fingers over the faint stubble on his jaw. “I never wanted to. You were always more than a research subject. You have to know that.”

“Ah, sweetheart, I do know that now. But it feels so good to hear you say it.” He kissed her, and the kindness in his touch almost undid her. One hand went to the back of her head. The other slid down her arm, brushing her breast, and turning her skin to fire.

When he pulled back, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned. “In the name of research, what do you say we take this celebration upstairs and do a little scientific experimentation? I think there’s a position or two we haven’t tried yet.”

She smiled, and her sadness faded. “I hope there’s more than one or two.” She ran her hand up his thigh. “Because I have a feeling this experiment could take a long time.”

“Maybe even past June?” He quirked a brow.

“I think almost definitely past June.” She’d already thought about asking Jenny if her teaching position could continue into next year. She could write her dissertation anywhere in the country. Home seemed as good a place as any.

“I’m glad to hear that. Otherwise I was going to move Springer Fitness to North Carolina.” He kissed her again, not slow nor gentle, and promising all kinds of wicked things. Then he took her hand and led her upstairs. At the top, he swept her into his arms and carried her inside his apartment.

I didn’t know what I’d find here
, she thought with wonder as Mike laid her on the bed and rained kisses on her neck. He took his time peeling off her shirt and stroking her bare skin, and she arched into his touch.
I thought I was doing a job. Finishing my studies. I didn’t know I was coming home
. She hadn’t had any inkling that the town where she’d grown up, the town she’d left with such heartache years ago, would be the same town to save her. To heal her.

To make her fall in love.

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