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Black, billowing storm clouds churned the western sky,
crowding in on the small town of Spirit Canyon. With a
sigh, Eve Baxter parked her SUV next to the building with
the words General Store etched into the stone facade
across the top.
The surrounding shops and homes reassured her that,
despite the threatening skies, this town was exactly what
she'd hoped for. Clean sidewalks, white limestone
structures and window boxes filled with purple and yellow
pansies welcomed her. If the pansies were wilting and the
paint fading on the store signs, she didn't care. At least
she was away from the coastal storms of Houston and tucked
securely in the Texas hill country. Spirit Canyon was a
place Eve could feel safe — a place to call home.
When she opened her door and slid to the ground, a blast
of wind whipped her hair into her face. She stretched her
road-weary muscles and opened the rear door. "Come on,
Joey. We're almost there. I just need to get the key from
Miss Addie."
She wrapped a sweater around her son's thin shoulders and
lifted him out of his booster seat. Once she'd set him on
his feet, she tucked his hand in hers and gazed down into
his face. She willed him to feel the hope, the chance to
start over.
He held tight, his expression guarded — too intense for a
four-year-old child.
"This is our new town, Joey. What do you think?" Eve
smiled.
Joey crowded closer to her legs and didn't answer. With
effort, Eve forced herself to keep smiling. She'd give him
time. Maybe in this new environment, Joey would snap out
of his long silence and she herself could forget the
dreams.
When she pushed open the rusty screen door, a bell
jangled, the cheerful sound echoing through the building.
Eve ushered Joey across the threshold into the store,
standing for a moment to gain her bearings.
She inhaled the musty smell of ancient timbers and the
dust of a century. She felt as if she'd stepped into
another time.
The hardwood floors were worn with age, and rows of
shelves held everything from canned goods to bolts of
cloth and fencing nails. Against the back wall stretched a
long counter with an old cash register, three old bar
stools and candy jars filled with jelly beans, gumdrops
and licorice sticks.
She'd been right about Spirit Canyon. Her chest swelled
with optimism. "Don't just stand there, come on in." A
white-haired woman, whose face was etched with a road map
of wrinkles, counted change into the hands of a teenage
girl. With a friendly flap of her hand, the older woman
waved Eve and Joey toward the back where she stood.
A dark-haired, burly young man dressed in black, with
silver chains draped from his pockets, stepped out from an
aisle, grabbed the girl by the elbow and jerked her toward
the door. "Let's go." He pushed past Eve and Joey,
dragging the girl behind him, without a word of greeting
or acknowledgment.
The girl smiled weakly and hurried to keep up. Okay, so
maybe her quaint new town had a dark side. "I don't know
what she sees in that boy. He's always up to no good." The
older woman's frown followed the pair out the door. Then
she looked up and smiled at Eve.
"Addie Shultz?" Eve asked as she tugged Joey past rows of
dry goods.
"Yes, ma'am. You must be Eve Baxter." The older woman
looked at Joey and her gaze softened.
Eve cringed. She hoped Miss Addie wouldn't mention the
jagged, red scar slashed across her son's face from his
eyebrow up into his hairline.
Addie's short perusal shifted into a broad grin and she
planted her fists on her narrow hips, staring down at the
little boy. "And you must be Joey." She leaned over the
counter and swept her hand in front of the treasure trove
of sweets contained in old-fashioned jars. "Would you like
some candy?"
Joey's eyes widened. He looked to Eve in mute appeal, his
expression nervous but questioning.
Eve smiled and patted his hair. "Go ahead, baby."
"What will it be? Licorice, gumdrops, jelly beans..."
Addie stopped listing candies when Joey pointed at the
jellybean jar. "Good choice. Can't go wrong with a
pocketful of jellybeans."
With a small metal scoop, she measured a generous portion
of candy into a paper bag, twisted the top and handed it
to Joey. "There you go, young man." She waved her hand to
the left. "Why don't you sit by the game board while your
mamma and I talk?"
Joey clutched his candy to his chest and shook his head
violently, reaching up to grab Eve's hand.
"It's okay, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere without you."
Eve led him to the table. "I'll be right over there. Sit
and eat your candy while I talk with Miss Addie."
Eve stood next to Joey until he opened his bag and
selected a bright red candy to pop into his mouth. While
her son fished for another jelly bean, Eve slipped over to
the counter.
"What a sweet little guy." Addie clucked her tongue.
"Why does he look so sad and scared?"
Eve stared at her son, her thoughts on another day, not so
long ago. The day the police had shown up on her doorstep.
Even now the memory made goose bumps rise across her skin.
Almost scarier than the police were the images she'd seen
prior to the accident. The mauling had happened in her
nightmares, and yet she had scoffed at them, thinking they
were nothing more than aberrations.
"I'm sorry, it's none of my business." Addie ran a rag
across the wooden counter.
With a shake of her head, Eve dragged her gaze back to
Addie, her lips curving upward slightly. In a hushed voice
she hoped Joey couldn't hear she said, "No, don't be
sorry. The images are so vivid, sometimes I feel as if I'm
still standing at my front door when they told me Joey and
his father were at the hospital."
"Goodness." The hand pushing the old rag across the
counter paused andAddie glanced up. "What happened?"
"A dog mauled them." Eve glanced back at her son's scarred
forehead. "Joey only had superficial wounds and a few
stitches."
Addie's eyes widened. "Dear God."
Her voice dropping even lower, Eve continued. "Joey saw
his father mauled to death by the dog."
"You lost your husband? Bless your soul."
Eve shook her head. "My ex-husband. We'd been divorced for
almost two years."
"Your decision or his?" Addie asked, then waved her
hand. "That's too personal. Forgive an old lady's
curiosity."
"No, that's okay. It was my decision." Eve shrugged.
"He loved his dogs more than his family, and I had a son
to raise."
The older woman picked at a button on the front of her
shirt, her brow furrowed. "How long has it been since the
mauling?"
Joey chewed quietly, his deep green gaze never leaving his
mother's face.
"Six months." Eve smiled reassuringly at her son, although
the strain of forced cheerfulness made her face hurt. Six
months of pain. Six months of silence. Since the attack
Joey hadn't spoken a word. "The therapist said it'd take
time." Eve turned her weak smile to Addie. "Speaking of
which, I'll need to find a psychiatrist closer to Spirit
Canyon."
"Should be some to choose from in Johnson City or
Fredricksburg. If not, you could go to Austin or San
Antonio." For several moments, Addie stared across at the
little boy, tears welling, but not falling. Then shaking
back her shoulders, she reached into her apron pocket and
handed Eve two sets of keys. "I —" Addie cleared her
throat and started over. "I went over earlier to open
windows and air out the house. The place sure needs some
work."
"I know." Eve swallowed past the lump blocking her vocal
chords. She liked the way Addie had of getting back to
business. The woman didn't wallow in the past. Thank
goodness.
"What are your plans for that old house? Isn't it a bit
large for just two people?"Addie sprayed furniture polish
on the counter and rubbed a shine into the smooth wood.
"I was thinking of turning it into a bed and breakfast."
Eve stared down at her purse. "I don't really need the
money. My ex-husband left me as beneficiary to his life
insurance policy. But I need the activity."
"You could work for me, just to keep you busy." Addie said.
Tears sprung into Eve's eyes. "You don't have to do that,
Miss Addie. Besides, you hardly know me."
"Oh, fiddle." Addie waved her fingers. "We've talked so
much on the phone, you're like one of my own younguns."
A lump rose in Eve's throat. Family was what she and Joey
needed most. Eve twisted her purse strap. "I appreciate
the offer, but I'll be busy fixing up the old place. If
you know anyone who could help with the heavy stuff, let
me know."
"Sure will." Addie slid the cloth further along the
counter. "You know, our annual Harvest Festival is only a
month away. If you get the bed and breakfast up and
running by then, you shouldn't have any problem filling
it."
Eve grimaced. "That's pretty close. I'm sure renovations
will take longer than a month."
"I suppose that is a bit too soon." Addie tapped a pencil
to her chin. Then her eyebrows rose and she smiled. "Since
you won't have the place opened by the Harvest Festival,
how about helping with the preparations for the event?"
Eve hesitated. Being new to town, she'd hoped to ease into
a quiet existence. "I don't know."
"I'm sure you'll have your hands full setting the old
house in order," Addie continued, "but you'll have a
chance to meet some of the townsfolk."
Eve hated to disappoint the woman when she'd done so much
to welcome her. "You're sure I wouldn't be in the way?"
Addie waggled her fingers. "Not at all. And Joey is more
than welcome. Other young mothers bring their little ones
to the meetings. Joining the group will give Joey a chance
to meet a few of the local children."
Eve glanced at Joey, his serious expression cutting
through her reservations. He needed to learn how to be a
child all over again. How better than to meet others his
own age? Spirit Canyon was her new home, and she might as
well get started by becoming a part of the
community. "Addie, I'd love to help. Somehow I'll make the
time."
"Good," Addie said. "I'll tell Sandy Johnson and she can
let you know when the next meeting will be."
The bell over the door jingled. Eve turned toward the
sound.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped across the threshold.
Poised in the doorway, with his face cast in shadows, he
looked like the devil in a black Stetson.
"Mac? Is that you?" Addie called from beside Eve.
"Better get inside before the heavens open up and dump on
you, son."
"Yes, ma'am." His voice rumbled deep and resonant, filling
the rafters of the store as he strode across the room.
Now that he'd moved into the light, Eve had to adjust her
first impression. He wasn't the devil, especially when he
smiled at Addie, with full lips, a rock-hard chin and eyes
the pale blue-gray of a summer sky.
But the smile was short-lived. As he turned to face her,
his penetrating gaze seemed to read her most intimate
thoughts.