The Chesapeake Diaries Series (209 page)

“It’s okay,” he told them both. “It’s for a good cause.”

“What’s the charity?” Ellie asked.

“The women and children’s shelter out on the highway gets one half of the money and the library gets the other,” he told them.

“Looks like they raised quite a bit today,” Ellie noted.

Cam nodded. “Yeah, we did pretty well.”

“So what happens next?” Carly asked.

“Well, right about now we usually go into Jesse’s office, where there are snacks—sandwiches and drinks and some of Brooke’s cupcakes,” he replied.

“Yum.” Ellie turned to Carly. “I’ve had Brooke’s cupcakes. Fabulous.”

“Great. Let’s go.” Carly took a few steps then stopped. “Which way?”

Cam pointed to the red brick building on the corner.

“And are you sure it’s all right to bring extra people?”

“Positive,” Cam said. “I think everyone’s expecting you to stop in since we were all together earlier.”

“Actually, Brooke did mention it. But what about the dog?” Ellie looked pensive.

“She’ll be fine. And I know that Grant’s going to be there, so you can ask him if she looks familiar to him.” He added, “And you’ll get to meet Dallas MacGregor. Grant’s wife.”

“I’d love to meet Dallas MacGregor. She’s my favorite actress ever.” Carly’s eyes widened and she turned to Ellie. “Ellie.
Dallas MacGregor
.”

“Lead the way.” Ellie tugged on the dog’s leash and followed Cam across the lawn.

The conference room and kitchen at Enright & Enright, Attorneys-at-Law, were both packed, and Cam did his best not only to keep track of Ellie and Carly, but to make sure they were both introduced to as many people as possible. After Dune was stepped on twice, Ellie picked her up and carried her, which made it easy for her to show the dog to Grant Wyler.

“I figure she got away from someone here in town,” Ellie explained. “Someone’s taken good care of her, and she’s been well trained. I thought perhaps you’d recognize her as one of your patients.”

“I recognize the scamp all right,” he replied, “but not as a patient. She was on a transport from a shelter in South Carolina last week, and when they stopped here to exercise the dogs, this little monkey broke free and ran off. We looked for her for almost an hour before the van had to leave again.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Ellie asked cautiously. “A transport from a shelter …”

“There are a lot of dogs and cats that are surrendered to shelters for whatever reason. There are some shelters—like the one I run here in St. Dennis—that will keep the animals until homes can be found for them, no matter how long that might take. There are others that are known as ‘high-kill’ shelters, which are just what they sound like. Seems to be a lot more of them in the southern states than there are up here. There are rescue groups, like Middle Mutts, for example, that transport animals from down south to the shelters up north, like mine, where, as I said, we
make every effort to find good homes for them. That’s what was happening when this little gal slipped away.” Grant stroked Dune’s back and the dog wagged her tail appreciatively. “Looks like you found a nice home after all, girl.”

“Oh. Well, no, I hadn’t planned on keeping her.” Ellie frowned. “I just thought I’d take care of her until we found her owner.”

“I think she did find her owner,” Carly said.

“I wasn’t planning on having a dog.” Ellie looked unsure.

“But you don’t really want to give her up, do you?” Cam had listened to the exchange.

“Not really. Still …”

“Why don’t you keep her until you decide what you want to do? If you find you really don’t want her, you can bring her into my shelter and we’ll keep her there until the next transport arrives. In the meantime, call my clinic tomorrow and make an appointment to bring her in this week so that we can check her out, make sure she’s healthy.”

“I’ll do that. Thanks.”

“Have you met my wife?” Grant asked as a beautiful woman with pale blond hair made her way through the crowded room. “Dallas, this is Ellie. She’s just bought a home in St. Dennis. And this is her friend … I didn’t catch your name.…”

“Carly Summit.”

To Cam’s eye, both Ellie and Carly looked starstruck. Well, who could blame them? Dallas was an A-list movie star, someone you don’t meet every day.

“Nice to meet you both.” Dallas turned to Ellie. “I
saw your ransom was paid earlier, and quite handsomely, too.” She poked Cam in the side.

He nodded and repeated what was beginning to sound like his mantra. “Anything for charity.”

The crowd began to thin and it was clear that Ellie was getting tired of holding Dune, so Cam walked outside with her and Carly.

“Where are all those people going?” Ellie indicated a steady stream of pedestrians ambling across the square.

“The Historical Society is open, and there’s a walking tour of St. Dennis,” he told them.

“Want to?” Ellie asked Carly.

“Sure.” Her friend nodded.

“I guess you’ve seen it all before.” Ellie turned to Cam.

“About a hundred times. But I wouldn’t mind another stroll through town.”

“Great.” Ellie looped her arm through Cam’s on one side and Carly did the same on the other. “Let’s do it.…”

It turned out to be a long day. Cam hadn’t thought about doing all the First Families Day events, but he couldn’t bring himself to give up a chance to spend the afternoon with Ellie, even if they were accompanied by her friend and her dog. They watched footraces at the park and toured the side streets, stopped at Scoop for ice cream, and sat at a small table outside and watched gulls circle over the Bay in large graceful swirls of wings. Cam had extra tickets for the dinner that night, and talked the two women into joining him. Ellie had to take the dog back home and
Carly wanted to get her car, which she’d left parked on Charles Street all afternoon, but they agreed to meet him at six at the Grange Hall.

Cam had time for a quick shower and change of clothing before hopping into his pickup and heading for the Grange. Dinner was the same every year—baked ham, sweet potatoes, green beans, salad, and pumpkin pie—but everyone in town went and it was always noisy fun. The local ladies cooked and served and the guys cleaned up. It was the type of community dinner that could be found in just about any small town in any state in the country. But the routine never grew old, and Cam wouldn’t have missed it.

First Families Day was one of those annual events—like Christmas or Thanksgiving—that he looked forward to. It was part of his past, something that had remained the same for as long as he could remember, even when other things in his life changed so totally and so quickly—and so violently. Some years had been better than others—the years he’d gone with his family were a blur, though he had memories of his mother making a scene once. He’d been too young to understand what she was fussing at his father about, but he remembered how people at their table had looked away with embarrassment when she’d removed the flask from her bag and offered to pass it around. Then there were other years—better years—when he and his sister went with his aunt after she came to live with them. Most of those years, they’d sat at the table with Lilly and Ted Cavanaugh, and everyone in town knew that the O’Connor kids were going to be okay.

Tonight would be different because Ellie was there.
He wanted to get to know her better, wanted to assure himself that those things about her that hadn’t been sitting right with him were all in his mind.

It had taken less than ten minutes for his suspicions to be reinforced.

He’d sat between Ellie and Carly at dinner, and at one point, when Ellie had been engaged in conversation with Clay on her left, Cam turned to Carly and asked, “So how long have you and Ellie been friends?”

“Forever.” Carly smiled. “We went all through school together.”

“Where did you go?” he’d asked, and her face had frozen.

“What?” she’d asked.

“You said you and Ellie went to school together. I asked where.”

She hesitated for a moment, and he’d said, “Was that a tough question?”

“Oh. No. Of course not.” She forced the smile back onto her face. “We went to Rushton-Graves in Massachusetts.”

“You grew up together, then?”

“You could say that.” Carly turned her attention back to her dinner, the smile still tightly fixed to her face.

“What do you do, by the way?” he’d asked.

“I manage an art gallery.” Carly had become visibly uncomfortable.

“Sounds interesting.”

“It is.” She took a sip of her ice water.

And that was that, as far as Miss Carly Summit was concerned. She barely said two words for the rest of
the night, and her “So nice to have met you” as she and Ellie left was more than a little on the cool side.

Cam wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was more convinced than ever that something about Ellie wasn’t adding up. It might take awhile, but one way or another, he was going to figure it out.

Chapter 12

“T
hat was fun,” Ellie said as she unlocked her front door. “I didn’t expect it to be so much fun. A little on the hokey side, but fun.”

“Of course you had fun. You got carried off by a hot pirate,” Carly reminded her. “Shiver me timbers.”

“You know, that whole thing was so silly, it’s hard to believe that an adult thought it up.” Ellie unfastened Dune’s leash and followed the dog to the kitchen. “Grown men dressing up like pirates, women being carted off like sacks of rice …”

“Good times.”

Ellie nodded. “Best time I’ve had in a couple of years.”

“Silliness—laughter—can have that effect on the best of us.” Carly stood in the kitchen doorway while Ellie filled Dune’s water dish from the faucet. “Not to mention the effect of the aforementioned cute pirate.”

“He
is
pretty cute,” Ellie agreed.

“El, I might have said something to him that could backfire.” Carly looked uncomfortable.

“What are you talking about?”

“Cameron. He asked me how long we’d known
each other and I said forever, that we went to school together.”

“So? All true.”

“The bad part came when he asked me where we went to school, and I didn’t know what you’d told him.”

“And …?”

“And I probably waited a little too long to answer him. I think he might have wondered why I couldn’t just answer such a simple question without having to think about it.” Carly looked uncharacteristically sheepish. “Actually, I know he did.”

“You told him Rushton-Graves?” Ellie leaned back against the counter.

Carly nodded. “Of course. But if he looks it up, he’ll know there’s money in your background, El.”

Ellie shrugged. “There are always ways to get around that. I can say a grandparent or a wealthy uncle paid my tuition.”

“I didn’t mean to complicate things for you. I’m really sorry.”

“You didn’t complicate anything.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Ellie assured her even while the thought niggled that Cameron was probably too smart to have overlooked Carly’s hesitation.

“Good.” Carly straightened her back. “Let’s go up to the attic and look at paintings.”

“You have a one-track mind when it comes to that stuff.”

“Damn right. That’s why I am so good at what I do.” Carly started toward the steps. “That’s why in the world of art, Summit is a very highly respected
name. Soon to be the talk of that very same art world when I announce the discovery of all of those lovely Carolina Ellis paintings.”

Ellie caught up with her friend at the top of the steps, and opened the door to the attic. Carly needed no invitation to climb the stairs.

The attic was dimly lit, the contents covered with a thick layer of dust.

“I haven’t spent much time up here, as you can see,” Ellie said. “There’s been so much to do on the first two floors. I thought I’d save this to go through with one of the antique dealers in town. There’s a lot of furniture and trunks filled with who knows what.”

Carly had already pulled the drape off a group of paintings that were stacked against one wall. Ellie knelt down and began to study them, one by one. Every once in a while, she heard a quiet gasp, as if Carly’s breath had caught in her throat. Ellie busied herself looking through a trunk that she found to be loaded with hats. She took them out, one by one, and tried them on.

“Carly, tear yourself away for a moment and check out this hat.” Ellie plopped a wide-brimmed dove-gray felt number adorned with a trio of peacock feathers onto her head. She turned to show it off and realized that Carly was crying.

“Car? What’s wrong, honey?”

“This …” Carly pointed toward a painting she’d separated from the others and placed against the window wall.

“What’s wrong with it?” Ellie leaned closer to get a better look at the portrait of a very young woman.

“Remember I said Carolina Ellis never painted portraits?” Carly sniffed.

“I guess.”

“I was wrong.” Carly turned to Ellie, her face wet with tears. “She painted this one. It’s her daughter.”

“Lilly?” Ellie’s eyes widened. “Why do you think that’s Lilly?”

Carly turned the painting around. A piece of vellum glued to the back of the canvas read,
Lilly at sixteen
.

“Oh, but she was pretty, wasn’t she.” Ellie knelt down in front of the painting. “Look how pretty she was.”

She looked back at Carly. “But I don’t understand why it’s making you cry.”

“Carolina Ellis is a woman whose works are just getting the recognition they deserve. Her landscapes are exquisite, but nothing she’s done comes close to this. It’s beautiful in every way.” Carly smiled. “You can tell she loved her daughter very much. And it’s something totally unexpected. I have never felt so overwhelmed in my life. It’s what Howard Carter must have felt when he looked into Tutankhamun’s tomb that first time.”

“So this is a real find, is what you’re saying.”

“My head is spinning.” Carly leaned against a nearby trunk. “And, Ellie, that’s not all. Lilly apparently inherited her mother’s talent. There are some lovely paintings here with her signature.”

“I want to see.” Ellie stood up and started toward the stack.