The Chesapeake Diaries Series (6 page)

Well, cool he was not, he knew that, but it tickled him that she’d thought of him on one of her buying trips.

They say that a leopard can’t change its spots, but
that was one girl who sure did change hers. Smart as a whip she was, smart enough to take one look around St. Dennis and figure out that the women there in town did not apply their makeup with a trowel, and did not wear their clothes tight enough to look like second skin. She knew right away that she wanted to stay and she wanted to be accepted, but she knew she’d have to adapt to fit in, and she did, without anyone even telling her. She just knew her old ways were not going to cut it here, so she washed her face, chucked most of her clothes, and settled in to her new skin like she’d been born in it, like the clothes she used to wear and the makeup she used to hide behind had been waiting all those years to be shed.

Another yank on the string and another crab for the pot. He’d have to be careful, or there’d be nothing left of those fellows. They didn’t especially like being crowded, though the ice should keep them somewhat sedated.

This brother of Mia’s—Grady—Hal couldn’t help but wonder about him. He wasn’t sure he was getting an accurate read on the boy. He’d been in the FBI for nine years, then quit and moved out full-time to Montana to the house where his wife had been murdered. Murdered on orders from their own brother, because of something to do with some dirty business the brother had been into. Vanessa jokingly referred to Grady as Mountain Man, and last night at dinner she’d begged Hal to take him out on the boat while he was here.

“Please, Hal. Take him crabbing. Or take him out to fish,” she’d pleaded. “I promised Mia I’d find things to keep him busy. Almost every night of the week before
the wedding, there’s something planned … dinners or whatever. But there’s nothing during the days. Could you please take him out one day? I can’t promise he’ll be good company, but it’s so important to Mia that he not be left to sit in his room at the Inn by himself.”

“Now, Ness,” Hal had replied. “Any man who spent nine years in the FBI can probably find something to occupy his time if he has a mind to. And if he’s anything at all like his sister, he’ll be pleasant enough to be around. I’m more than happy to offer to take him out on the boat, but if he isn’t inclined, I’m not going to force him.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Vanessa had nodded. “I don’t know what he’s like. My guess is that he’s duller than dull—I mean, let’s face it, he’s been living alone in the mountains for a couple of years now, so he’s bound to be a dud. And he’s probably fat, you know, from lack of activity. But I don’t want Mia to be worrying about a thing.”

Hal had patted Vanessa’s hand and assured her that he’d be around to help make the loner feel part of the group.

“Well, if anyone can make this guy feel at home, it would be you,” she’d said.

“We’ll give it our best. Mia’s family now, so whatever it takes to make her happy is what we’ll do.”
And with any luck, the guy will have his sea legs before too long, and we can spend a little time out on the Bay
, Hal thought. He and Grady were both former law enforcement, so they’d have that at least to
talk about. Hal wasn’t worried about entertaining Mia’s brother.

There was a clatter in the pot, and he raised the lid to take a look. One of the males was getting feisty with the others, so Hal poured a little more ice into the pot, and decided to call it a day. He settled back on the seat and positioned the oars, and started to row back toward the dock. He’d drop the crabs off at the station, then go home and take a shower. He had an appointment to have his tux fitted that afternoon, and he didn’t want to be late. On his son’s wedding day, he wanted to look the part not only of a proud father, but of the best man.

And wasn’t that something, he thought as he rowed through the gentle waves. He was going to be the best man at his boy’s wedding. Yes, sir, that was sure something else.

Chapter 4

“Where have you been?” Mia watched her brother climb the three short steps to the deck behind Hal Garrity’s house, where a party honoring the upcoming nuptials was in full swing. She had one hand on the railing, the other wrapped around a flute of champagne, and a frown on her face.

“If I’d known such a warm welcome awaited me in St. Dennis, I’d have been here sooner.” Grady smiled at his sister’s indignation. He couldn’t help himself. She looked almost fierce. “Is this the look you save for the bad guys? ’Cause I know that I would be shaking in my shoes if you stared me down like that. Specially if you were armed.”

Mia laughed in spite of herself.

“I was getting worried when I called the Inn a few hours ago and they said you hadn’t checked in yet,” she told him. “I thought you would have been in town long before now.”

“Did I miss something?”

“Well, no,” she admitted.

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“Well, then. No harm, no foul, right?”

“Right.” She grudgingly nodded. “You’re pardoned.”

“You said Sunday; it’s Sunday. The invitation from Beck’s dad said four in the afternoon. It’s four-twenty,” he pointed out. “Some people would consider that fashionably late.”

She laughed again and handed him a glass of champagne, but he waved her off.

“Cowboys don’t drink champagne,” he told her, tongue in cheek. “I’m going for one of those manly beers over there in the cooler.”

He moved through the crowd to the cooler. His hand plunged into the ice and came out with a cold bottle. He popped off the cap and took a long drink. After the long drive he’d made that day, the beer tasted terrific.

“Gray, you remember Beck.” Mia was at his elbow with her fiancé.

“I do.” Grady extended his hand to the man his sister would marry. “Congratulations, Beck. I wish you all the best.”

“Thanks, Grady.” Beck took the proffered hand and shook it. “We’re really glad you could make it.”

“Nothing could have kept me away.”

“Awww, Grady. That’s sweet.” Mia hugged him. “Now, may I assume that your room at the Inn is okay?”

“It’s terrific. It faces the bay and it has a balcony. Thanks for arranging it.”

“Anything to keep you happy so that you’d want to come back for a visit sometime.” She poked him in the ribs. “So where the hell were you and why haven’t you answered your phone for the last three days?”

“Checking up to make sure I didn’t chicken out?”

“Don’t change the subject. Where were you?”

“Actually, I was hiking the Grand Canyon,” he told her. “And my phone wasn’t picking up signals.”

“You went to Arizona?” She appeared horrified. “The week before my wedding? You could have fallen down one of those gorges and—”

“No, no. There’s a Grand Canyon in Pennsylvania,” he said.

“Pennsylvania?” Mia frowned.

“It’s one of the fifty states. Right between New Jersey and Ohio. Surely you’ve heard of it?”

“Ha ha.”

“Anyway, they have their own Grand Canyon, upstate, right near the New York border. Some hikers I know told me about it, so I read up on it. Since I was going to be so close on this trip, I thought I’d take advantage of the opportunity and come out a few days early and see for myself.”

“How was it?” Beck asked.

“Beautiful. Not as rough as some of the hikes out west, but really nice. It was more challenging in some places than I’d expected—there are a couple of steep ascents—but all in all, it was great. I enjoyed it.”

“It sounds as if you’ve been doing a lot of hiking.”

“Hiking, backpacking, camping out. Why live near the wilderness if you’re not going to explore it?”

“I guess everyone needs a hobby,” Mia said, “especially since you have so much time to kill.”

Grady fought the urge to smirk.

“Excuse me,” Beck said. “I want to run inside and see if Hal needs a hand with anything.”

“Let me know if there’s anything he needs me to do,” Mia told him.

Beck nodded and made his way through the crowd to the back door.

“I guess you couldn’t have taken that hike after the wedding?” Mia turned back to Grady.

“I have a different hike planned for after.”

From the corner of one eye, he could see a vision floating up the steps as if on a cloud. He took off his sunglasses and turned his head for a better look as the vision crossed the deck. She was taller than Mia and had dark hair worn long and free and curly. Her face was small and heart-shaped, her eyes huge and startlingly light blue. She wore a pale pink strapless dress of some sheer fabric that did nothing to hide her curves and all but foamed around her when she moved. He wondered what kind of material could do that—and he wondered who she was.

“Wow. It’s true what they say.” The pretty woman in the floaty dress walked directly to him and looked up at him through darkly fringed eyes.

“What’s that?” he asked, his mouth unexpectedly dry.

“All you Shields guys
do
look alike.”

Mia laughed. “Grady, meet Vanessa Keaton, Beck’s sister, and a very dear friend of mine. Ness, this is my brother Grady.”

“I figured that out.” Vanessa smiled and offered her hand, which he reached out to take.

He was surprised by her strength. “Nice grip.”

“Thanks.”

“Ness owns a shop here in St. Dennis,” Mia told him. “I’m a frequent and happy patron.”

“What do you sell?” he asked.

“Girly things. Froufrou stuff. Clothes and bags and jewelry.” She took a sip from her glass that held some fruity-looking drink, something that looked sweet and syrupy. Grady never understood why anyone would want to drink one of those things.

“Nothing a cowboy would be interested in,” Vanessa added.

Grady gave his sister a withering look.

“I didn’t tell her to say that.” Mia protested her innocence. “Really.”

“Sorry.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I just figured, you know, Montana. Ranches. Cows. Cowboys. It was a natural association for me. I hope it didn’t offend you.”

“No offense taken.”

“You know, like most people who have never been beyond the Mississippi, all I know about the west is what I’ve seen on TV.”

“You should come on out sometime, see for yourself.”

“Maybe I’ll do that. Sometime.” She turned her head and waved to someone in the yard. “Excuse me, would you? I see someone I need to speak with.” She flashed a smile at Grady. “I’m sure I’ll see you again before the week is over.”

“Like every day between now and Saturday, according to the schedule Mia sent me.”

Vanessa laughed, and floated away toward the yard on a cloud of pink. Grady tried not to watch her go, but he couldn’t help himself.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” he heard Mia say after Vanessa disappeared into the crowd.

“What?” He turned back to her. “Oh. Yeah.”

Mia grinned with what appeared to be satisfaction, and Grady frowned. “Get that look off your face, all right? Yes, she’s a pretty woman. I’m not blind, you know.”

“Good,” Mia said. “I’m glad you like her. ’Cause you’re going to be seeing a lot of her this week, and, well, you never know.”

“I said I wasn’t blind.” He raised the beer bottle to his lips and drained it. “I didn’t say I liked her
or
that I was interested.”

Over the course of the afternoon and early evening, Grady met what he figured must have been the entire population of St. Dennis. He was having trouble keeping them all straight. Was the guy over there in the khakis and the navy V-neck sweater the owner of the Inn, or the owner of the art gallery? And the fiftysomething woman with the pale blond hair pulled back in a bun—did she own the antiques shop or the bookshop? The pretty, flirty blonde with the long legs … was she the ice-cream parlor or the restaurant that everyone said served the best crab cakes in town? He was pretty sure that the little old lady with the white hair and bright blue eyes behind her granny glasses was Miss Grace, who owned the local paper. She’d more or less interviewed him, but whether it had been for some article about the wedding, or merely for the sake of gossip, he hadn’t been sure.

Grady couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen this many people in one place. Maybe his dad’s funeral, but even then, they’d been spread out over several rooms in Connelly’s Funeral Home.

And were all these people invited to the wedding? He couldn’t help but wonder. Most of the weddings he’d gone to had been mostly family affairs. This whole let’s-invite-the-entire-town thing was a totally new and foreign concept.

Then again, he reminded himself, this was a small town, and it was Beck’s town. His dad—Hal, Grady recalled—had lived here all his life, except for the time he spent in the service. He and Beck probably knew the names of every man, woman, and child in St. Dennis. Which meant that, by now, Mia probably did, too. Which would explain why most of the town was at this party to kick off what he’d come to think of as the “wedding week.”

Tomorrow he had to pick up his tuxedo and try it on for any alterations it might need. Tuesday night was the bachelor party—he’d heard someone mention something about dredging for oysters but he was pretty sure that was a joke. Wednesday, Hal offered to take the guys from the wedding party out on his boat, which could be fun. And on Wednesday night, there was something for Mia and her attendants—he couldn’t remember what that was all about, but it didn’t matter because it didn’t involve him. Thursday night was the rehearsal followed by a dinner. Friday night was some get-together for the wedding party that his brother Andrew had talked him into co-hosting. Saturday would be the wedding. And come Sunday—freedom!

He thought of the backpacking and hiking trails within a three-state radius that he’d researched on the Internet. There were several Civil War battleground hikes that had caught his eye, none of them particularly
strenuous, but interesting for their history, and several others that led through the Appalachian Mountains that looked as if they could be somewhat challenging. He hadn’t set his heart on any one in particular—though the one through Virginia’s Bull Run Mountains had stuck in his mind—so he could be flexible. As long as he was here, he might as well make the most of the trip. He didn’t have a scheduled hike back in Montana until the end of next week.