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Authors: Nina Lane

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Spiral of Bliss 03 Awaken (19 page)

I can feel her watching me. We share a surname, Elizabeth, Crystal, and Olivia, all of us Winter women. Crystal had given me her last name rather than my father’s because she’d wanted me to belong only to her.

“You didn’t tell me about the inheritance,” she says. “Why?”

“It didn’t seem necessary.”

“Did you think I’d be upset?”

“I don’t know, Crystal. I’ve barely seen you in the past sixteen years. I didn’t even know your mother. I get this letter that she’s died and left me all this money, and then out of nowhere you show up on my doorstep… what
should
I think?”

“You shouldn’t think what you obviously do.” Her voice is getting chilly. “You think I want the money she left you.”

“You’ve asked me for money before,” I point out.

“I’ve asked you for help,” she replies. “And I don’t want
her
money. Not after what she did to both of us.”

I wonder if that means she wants
my
money, not that I have much to give her.

“It doesn’t matter, in any case,” I say. “I’ve already invested most of it in the café, and the rest is set aside for working capital. It’s all spoken for.”

“Sounds like you put it to good use.”

“And I don’t have much else. I don’t have access to Dean’s money.” Which is a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Keeps you on a tight leash, does he?”

“No. I’m just telling you I don’t have much money right now.”

“I didn’t come here to ask you for money, Liv.”

“Why did you come here, then?”

“Because I wanted to see you. I thought we could… never mind.”

We both fall silent. And beneath my frustration blooms the tiny hope that has been buried inside me for over fifteen years.

The hope that one day, Crystal Winter would be the kind of mother I’d always longed for. All those years I lived with Aunt Stella, battling the humiliation of what happened at Fieldbrook, struggling to start again, to get back on my feet… it was always there, this kernel of hope that Crystal would contact me, want to see me, apologize, ask to start again, confess that she missed me.

Again I feel her looking at me. Strange that her gaze is like a touch.

“Remember the Grand Canyon?” she asks.

The Grand Canyon. I search my mind. It’s there, buried like a seed. A good memory. Bright. Warm. Peaceful.

We’d never been to the Grand Canyon before. It took us two days to get there from LA. We arrived at midnight and slept in a seedy motel room. Crystal woke me up when it was still dark outside.

“Dress warm,” she said.

“What…”

“Come on.”

I stumbled out of bed, figuring we were getting on the road again before rush hour started. I splashed water on my face, then dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a heavy jacket. Crystal was waiting in the car when I emerged. She parked in one of the Canyon lots and got out. I followed without asking questions. I’d gotten used to that.

The sky was starting to lighten as we approached one of the ridges overlooking the canyon. Vast shadows coated the rocks. A few other jacket-clad tourists milled around with cameras and binoculars. I huddled on a bench, yawning and irritable.

Then the sun peeked over the horizon and the gray pallor of the canyon began to surrender to the light. I peered at the sky for a moment and went to join Crystal, who was standing at the edge of the rocks.

We stood together and watched the brilliant light paint the canyon. We watched color dance with the silhouettes. We watched rocks warm with gold, trees and shrubs reaching out to capture the crimson. We watched the sky and clouds burst with streaks of yellow and red and blue.

Neither of us spoke. We stood there for an hour. Just us and a sunrise.

“I went there once with my parents when I was a kid,” Crystal tells me. “You were about ten when I took you. You’ve probably forgotten.”

“No. I remember.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

 

 

Dean

 

 

April 5

 

 

o what do you think?” The real-estate agent Nancy Walker enters the kitchen of the four-bedroom, 3,000-square-foot house.

I stare out the window at the backyard. Over the past few weeks, Nancy has emailed me listings of several houses on the market. I haven’t responded to her messages until now. When Liv was pregnant, I’d looked for a house because I knew we’d need one. Then after the miscarriage…

Anger and fear swamp my chest. I take a breath and shove them aside before turning to face Nancy. “It’s nice.”

“Great school district, and walking distance to the park,” she remarks.

“I’ll talk to Liv about it.”

“Okay. Don’t wait too long if you want to make an offer, though. There are two more showings this afternoon already.”

I thank her and head out to my car. There’s a message on my phone from Liv that she’s running late. We’d agreed to meet at Java Works after she’s done at the café.

I park on Avalon Street and walk to the coffeehouse. As I cross in front of our apartment building, the door opens and Crystal Winter steps out.

Fuck.

I react on instinct, my fists clenching and every muscle in my body contracting in defense. She pauses to look inside her purse, then she glances up and meets my gaze. To my grim satisfaction, she wavers a little.

“Oh, hello, Dean. I thought you were gone already.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Not sure yet. I’ve been enjoying the time with Liv, and helping out at her café.” She puts on her sunglasses. “I might stay for the grand opening.”

Dislike spears through me. I don’t bother trying to suppress it. This woman hurt my wife in ways I can’t comprehend. I’ll never come close to forgiving her.

“Why did you come here?” I ask.

“To see my daughter, of course.”

I wish I could believe her, for Liv’s sake if nothing else.

“I know you don’t believe me,” she continues. “I don’t know if Liv does either, but I’ve been hoping we can put all the crap behind us and move on.”

An image of Liv appears in my head. I can almost feel it, her secret wish that it might be true. That maybe, somehow, Crystal can still be the kind of mother she has always wanted.

I step closer to Crystal.

“Look.” I lower my voice. “I don’t care if you want money. How much? I’ll write you a check right now. But if you do one fucking thing to hurt Liv again, you’ll regret it.”

Crystal’s eyes harden. “Your protective streak is all very touching, Dean, but trust me on this. Liv doesn’t need it.”

“You don’t know what Liv needs.”

She looks at me for a minute. “Why did you leave her after the miscarriage?”

My jaw tightens against a new wave of anger and guilt. Goddammit, but the woman knows how to hit a weak spot.

“Leave her alone, Crystal,” I say through gritted teeth. “Just leave her the fuck alone.”

She shrugs and turns to walk away.

I shake off my rage, inhaling a deep breath. I know my anger is exactly what Crystal wants, that she likes the idea of coming between me and Liv because…

The truth slams into me. Crystal doesn’t want money. She wants
Liv.

Unease twists in my gut.

I can’t leave Mirror Lake again. Not now.

Pushing thoughts of Crystal out of my head, I yank open the door of Java Works and find an empty table. After getting a coffee, I distract myself with checking email.“Professor West?”

I glance up to see my grad students Jessica and Sam approaching from the back of the room. They stop beside my table.

“Hey, we didn’t know you were back,” Sam says.

“Good to see you both.” I gesture for them to sit. “I’m leaving again on Monday. How’s your work going?”

They sit down and give me updates about their research, and we talk about city planning and architecture. Within a few minutes, I can already feel the tension slide from my shoulders. Discussing medieval history with grad students is, at least, one thing I can still do well.

I look toward the door when it opens again, feeling Liv before I see her. She shoots me a smile, then pauses to order a coffee at the counter. She’s wearing a blue skirt and sweater over a white blouse with a little collar. She looks like the sky.

Her hair is down, loose around her shoulders and messy from the wind. She pushes it back with one hand as she walks toward me. It’s one of her sexiest moves—even more so because she’s unaware of how beautiful she is.

I stand to pull out a chair for her.

“Sorry I’m late.” She reaches up to press a kiss against my cheek. My head fills with her peaches scent.

“Oh, hey, Mrs. West.”

“Hi, Jessica. Sam.” Liv puts her satchel on an empty chair and sits down. “Nice to see you both again.”

After exchanging small talk, Sam and Jessica get ready to leave. As they pick up their backpacks, Sam pauses.

“Uh, don’t mean to pry, Professor West,” he says, “but did Maggie Hamilton ever change advisors?”

Wariness floods me. “No. Why?”

Sam glances at Jessica. “She’s been… well, she’s been complaining to the other students about you.”

“Has she?” I try to keep my voice even, though anger claws up my throat. “What’s she been saying?”

“Just crap about you being unfair and too tough on her and showing favoritism,” Jessica says. “The rest of us know it’s not true, but it’s kind of shitty, you know?”

I can feel Liv bristling. I wish Sam and Jessica had brought this up before my wife arrived. At least they don’t seem to know anything about the sexual harassment charge, but it could only be a matter of time before Maggie spreads lies about that.

“Thanks for letting me know,” I say.

“Sure.” Sam pulls his backpack over his shoulders. “It’s especially lousy that she’s doing this when you’re out of town and all.”

They say goodbye and walk outside. I turn toward Liv, hating the dismay in her brown eyes. I change the subject to a far more pleasant one.

“The café,” I say. “How’s the remodeling going?”

“Really well. Did I tell you Brent is going to leave his job at the inn to be our general manager? He has a ton of great experience.” Liv stirs a packet of sugar into her coffee. “What did you do this afternoon?”

“Looked at a house up in the Spring Hills neighborhood.”

Surprise flashes in her eyes. “A house?”

“Nancy Walker emailed me about it, and since I’m in town…” I shrug. “Figured it wouldn’t hurt to see it.”

“I didn’t know we were still looking for a house.”

“I didn’t either. Seems to make sense, though.”

Total bullshit. Of course it makes no sense to look for a house when my career is in danger. I have no idea why I even bothered.

“But you’re leaving again on Monday,” Liv says.

“So?”

“So how can you buy a house now?”

“I didn’t say I was buying a house. I said I looked at one.”

She frowns in confusion. “So
why
did you look at one?”

For some reason, irritation grips me. “If you want to have a baby one day, Liv, we’re not staying in that apartment. We’re going to have a house with a big yard, in a good school district. I made the plans when you were pregnant, and I’m not changing them.”

She blinks. “
That’s
why you looked at a house? Because you want to follow through on the plans you made when I was pregnant?”

I sit back. My heart is pounding. I hate fear. Hate letting it control me.

“I just looked at it, Liv. I’m not making an offer.”

“But one day you will?”

“One day we’ll have to.”

The admission settles in the air between us. Liv stares at me, as if she doesn’t know what to make of that statement. I don’t know either. She reaches across the table and puts her hand over mine.

“It’s probably best if we wait to think about a house anyway,” she finally says. “We don’t know what’s going to happen.”

My shoulders tighten again. I can’t stand the thought that my wife would ever doubt my ability to escape this harassment fuck-up alive.

Even if I doubt my own ability to do that.

“Come with me.” Liv pushes her chair back and reaches for her satchel. “I want to show you something.”

We go out to where her car is parked, and she gets in the driver’s seat. It’s nearing dusk, the sky holding a few reddish clouds, but the air is warm. Liv drives in the direction of the university, turns onto a street winding toward the mountains, and parks at the base of a dirt road.

“What’s up here?” I ask as we get out.

“You’ll see.” Liv takes my camera case out of the trunk. “I found your camera in the closet. I didn’t think you’d mind if I borrowed it.”

“Not at all. But for what?”

“Come on.”

We walk up the dirt road to where an old, abandoned house sits in a clearing. It’s a huge, spectacularly irregular Queen Anne-style house with a polygonal tower, a wide front porch, and patterned siding. Reminds me of a once-beautiful actress who has been long forgotten. Half-surrounded by trees, the house overlooks a view of the lake and downtown.

“It’s called the Butterfly House,” Liv tells me. “The Historical Society is launching a campaign to save it, but it’s been in limbo for a long time because of zoning laws. I’m helping with the campaign, and I wanted to take some pictures.”

She tells me the history of the place as we circle the grounds. The house is a disaster. The gabled tower is punctured by broken windows, the doors boarded up, graffiti scrawled over the walls, the porch balustrade falling apart. Liv stops to take a picture of the back of the house.

“Have you been inside?” I ask.

“I don’t have the key.”

Ah, Liv.
My good girl never had a typical rebellious phase. Neither did I really, though I got into some scrapes in high school and had some rowdy nights out with friends that involved seeking out deserted places to party.

Liv was different. She rebelled against her mother when she was thirteen years old. There’s no way in hell Crystal Winter can manipulate her anymore. And I know I need to let Liv deal with her mother alone, even if
not
shielding my wife goes against every instinct I possess.

I watch Liv take a few more pictures of the house. I approach the side door and pull on a loose board nailed into the doorjamb.

“Dean, what are you doing?”

“Getting into the house. Don’t you want to see what’s inside?”

“Well, yes, but it’s not our property.”

I pry the board away from the nails. “This wood is so rotted it’s about to fall off anyway.”

“Dean.” Her voice is worried as she approaches me. “Really. This is breaking and entering.”

“You have a right to be here, don’t you?” I pull harder on the board, and it yields with a screech of rusty nails. “You’re doing research for the Historical Society.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m allowed to break in.”

“You’re not.” I shoot her a grin. “I am.”

I’m gratified when a faint smile appears on her face. I push the board aside to reveal a narrow hole in the door, edged with splintered wood.

“Come on, beauty.” I peer through the hole into the darkness. “Let’s live dangerously.”

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