The Peach Keeper (28 page)

“You could try it out, you know. To get a feel for it.”

She walked over to him and went to her knees beside him. “This is real, isn’t it? It really happened.”

He put his hand to her hair. “Regrets?”

She took a deep breath. All she smelled was cut grass from the open living room window and the sugary smell of the doughnuts she’d brought in and put on the counter. “None,” she said. “What about you?”

“Not a single one. Well, maybe the lack of bed. Love me, love my creature comforts.”

She took his hand in hers. “I do love you, Sebastian. And I’m scared out of my mind.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Willa said happiness means taking risks. And if you’re not a little scared, you’re not doing it right.”

That made him laugh. “If that’s the case, we have nothing to worry about,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her. “Let’s be terrified together again.”

Which ended up making Paxton another hour late.

SEVENTEEN
Fly Away

W
ednesday morning, Willa got to her store before Rachel did, so she started taking the chairs off the café tables by the large window, which was as blank as a movie screen because of the morning mist. Occasionally, the lights from a car would speed by, and it was unquestionably a local. Only locals knew where they were going at this time of morning. Tourists got lost and drove slowly in circles until the fog lifted.

She had just started the coffee when the bell above the door rang and Paxton entered.

“Hi,” Willa said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Paxton shrugged. “I was taking a different way to work this morning and saw your light.”

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes, that would be great. Extra cream, no sugar,” Paxton said.

Willa flipped through Rachel’s coffee notebook on the bar and said, “According to my barista, Rachel, your coffee order means you want comfort but you’re afraid to ask for it.”

Paxton didn’t ask who Rachel was, or what strange coffee anthropology she was studying. She just laughed and said, “That is uncomfortably accurate.”

“She claims it’s a science.”

“This is a great store,” Paxton said, looking around. There was a short silence before she finally said, “Actually, I stopped by to thank you.”

“For what?” Willa asked as she poured the coffee into two large red-and-white-striped cups.

“For going to see Sebastian yesterday. For telling him to come see me.”

Willa picked up the two coffee cups and walked to a café table. “So, things worked out?”

“They worked out very well,” Paxton said as they pulled out chairs and sat. “I actually stayed at his place last night.”

That made Willa grin. “
That’s
why you were taking a different way to work this morning.”

Paxton hid her smile behind her cup of coffee. “Guilty. I take it Colin stayed with you?”

“I left him asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.”

“My mother is probably having a conniption right now,” Paxton said.

“You don’t sound too unhappy about that.”

“I’m not.”

Willa leaned back in her seat. “So what’s on your agenda today?”

“I’ll be at the Madam all day. Last-minute details for the gala. Plus, I have to write my speech.” Paxton gave her a worried look. “You’re still coming, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m going to wear that vintage beaded dress your grandmother gave Georgie.”

Paxton gasped. “Oh, Willa, that’s
perfect
.”

The bell over the door rang, and they both turned in their seats. Woody Olsen had just entered.

As always, it took Willa a moment to recover when she saw him, to see past all the potential bad news he could bring.

Paxton said, “Good morning, Detective Olsen.”

Willa finally found her voice. “Woody, what are you doing here?”

He stood awkwardly by the door. “I’m on my way to work. I saw your light. I worried you by coming in here a couple of weeks ago, and I wanted to put your mind at ease. Maybe it’s good that you’re here, too, Paxton. I was going to tell you today. We can’t determine the cause of death of that skeleton found at the Madam. There was trauma to the skull, but it also appeared that he’d suffered what would have been a fatal fall. Maybe it was an accident. I don’t think we’ll ever know what happened, or how he got there.”

“A
fall
?” Paxton repeated.

“Excuse me a moment,” Willa said to Paxton as she stood and walked over to Woody. “I’ve been thinking about when you were in here last. You asked me if I recognized
anything in that suitcase buried with the skeleton. You were talking about the photo in the scrapbook, weren’t you? The photo of Tucker Devlin that looks so much like my dad.”

Except for his eyes darting once to Paxton, who was still at the table and deep in thought, Woody gave nothing away in his expression. “I was the only one who made the connection. And I didn’t say a thing.”

“Thanks, Woody.”

He nodded. “Your dad was a wonderful man. Best teacher I ever had.”

The bell over the door rang again. Woody automatically stepped out of the way to let whoever it was enter. But no one was there.

“Don’t pay any attention to that,” Willa said. “It’s been doing it a lot. I think it’s broken.”

“You know that old superstition, don’t you, the one that says when you hear a bell ring, good fortune is pouring down? It means you should cup your hands out and catch it.”

Willa automatically held her hands out. “Like this?”

“Exactly,” he said as he turned to leave. “Now I bet your bell is fixed.”

Willa smiled and shook her head, then she walked back to Paxton. “I think what he was really trying to tell me was that my grandmother was in the clear. So now we know Agatha won’t be dragged into this, either.”

“But I don’t get it,” Paxton said. “If Tucker Devlin died from a fall, why did Nana Osgood say she killed him?”

Willa wrapped her hands around her warm coffee
cup. “I have a feeling our grandmothers never wanted anyone to know the whole story.”

“But what could be worse than what Nana Osgood told us?”

Willa raised her brows. “Do you really want to know?”

“No, you’re right,” Paxton said, shaking her head. “It’s time for things to finally be laid to rest.”

When Paxton drove to the Madam two hours before the gala was to begin on Friday night, the sky was twilight blue and the windows in the Madam were bright yellow against the evening clouds, giving the impression that the sun had actually set into the house itself and was now sitting inside. The old oak tree by the house was steadied by several cables tethered to the ground, and spotlights were aimed at it. The effect was like an old performer onstage, basking in the glow of one last ovation. As she approached, she could see the leaves on the tree shaking slightly, which was partly from the sprinkler system in the branches to keep it hydrated while it took root, but also from the dozens of birds that had flown here en masse and had taken up residence in the tree. They’d been the bane of Colin’s existence all week. He could get them to fly away, but they always came back.

She parked and walked up the front steps, her breath catching in her chest. The restoration was finally complete, and it was beautiful. This house stood as a testimony to life, to friendship, to good things coming out
of bad situations. And she had no idea it would mean this much when work first started on the place.

Once she was inside, she did a walk-through. The interior was lovely in the evening, the lighting designed to cast a warm yellow glow off the dark paneling in every room. The banquet hall was decorated with sparkly streamers and lighted floral arrangements on every table. Every place setting had a small book documenting the charities the club had supported over the years, including some essays by past recipients of the scholarships they’d given out, as well as gift bags containing custom candles and chocolates, all with the seventy-fifth anniversary logo on them. At the dais in front of the room was a lectern and a large screen, on which flashed photographs of club members throughout the years. There was a string quartet in the corner, tuning up.

Later, when she was in the kitchen, checking to see if everything was on schedule, she heard the music cue up, then the murmur of voices out in the lobby. The first guests were arriving. Soon there were people mingling everywhere, and waiters were carrying trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres that seemed to float through the crowd. Paxton greeted everyone, including her mother and father, who, despite all the time and work that went into this place, had never actually seen it since that first day, over a year ago, when they’d toured the property and decided to make it an Osgood venture to restore it.

Her father was impressed, but her mother admitted nothing. She still wasn’t happy about Paxton moving
out, and was even less happy when Paxton started referring to Sebastian as her boyfriend. But Paxton loved her mother and accepted her as she was. She even took it in stride when her mother found out she was seated with Nana Osgood and demanded her place card be moved to another table. Nana Osgood had arrived earlier with the nurse Paxton had hired to attend to her that night, and was the only one seated in the banquet hall. Paxton wondered what Nana Osgood thought about being here, after all these years. But when she’d first arrived, all she’d done was complain about the heat and demand a cocktail.

The last-minute seating change was the first in a few minor emergencies that took Paxton away until the food was ready to be served. She had just straightened out a room switch upstairs and was about to walk down to tell Maria to cue everyone to be seated when she stopped at the top of the staircase and looked down.

It was a dreamlike setting of princess gowns and black ties. It was magical, everything she’d hoped it would be. But she was ready for it to be over, because the gala had been planned around everything that the Women’s Society Club shouldn’t be. And she’d fallen right into the trap.

With some relief, she saw that Willa and Colin had finally arrived. Willa looked beautiful, like something out of time in that vintage dress, and for a moment Paxton could almost see Willa’s grandmother as a young woman, sweeping through the rooms here at the Madam. Colin stood close to her. Paxton knew her brother well enough to recognize the subtle shift that
was happening in him. She’d seen him often at the Madam that week as the landscaping was being completed, and he’d seemed centered, almost calm. He’d once even asked her if there were any other town-houses near hers up for sale. He’d like to have a home base for when he came back for visits, he’d said, with a subtext that was so obvious it was almost too good to be true. She was careful not to make too much of it, but it still made her heart soar. Sebastian, Willa, and now Colin. Sebastian had been right. If you make room in your life, good things will enter.

Paxton caught the manager’s eye and nodded, and the signal was given that everyone should now enter the banquet hall.

Paxton went to the ladies’ room and checked her makeup, then stared at herself, telling herself that she really could go through with this.

Sebastian had waited for her at the back of the banquet hall once everyone had been seated. She hadn’t seen him in two days, and she’d felt it physically, like a withdrawal. They’d called each other often, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to touch him, to have him near. It was still so new. She was afraid of losing it. But gala preparations had kept her at the Madam until the early hours of the morning for the past few days. Last night, she’d even slept here, and had only gone back to Hickory Cottage to change.

“You look lovely, darling,” Sebastian said when she entered.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” She took his hands and squeezed them. He had to feel that she was trembling.

“Everything is perfect. I was surprised to see you even managed to get your grandmother to come. How much did it take to get one of the nurses to escort Agatha tonight?”

A smile twitched at her lips. “You don’t want to know.”

“It’s almost over.” He leaned in and said, “I’ve missed you.”