Heroes Are My Weakness by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Author:Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780062106117
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-07-19T16:00:00+00:00

SATURDAY NIGHT WAS THE VILLAGE’S monthly Lobster Boil, and Jaycie had asked Annie to take her. “It’s not so much for me,” she’d said. “But Livia hardly ever gets to be with other kids. And I’ll be able to introduce you to everyone you haven’t met.”

This was Jaycie’s first night off since she’d broken her foot. Her ready smiles as she baked the chocolate pecan sheet cake for the event indicated how much she was looking forward to it for her own sake, not just for Livia’s.

Jaycie’s run-down Chevy Suburban was parked in the garage. As with so many of the island’s road-weary vehicles, rust patches were eating through the body, hubcaps were missing, and there was no license plate, but it did have a properly attached car seat for Livia, so they were taking it.

Annie buckled Livia in, put the cake on the floor behind the passenger seat, then helped Jaycie get settled. The night was windy, but with no fresh snow and the worst of the icy patches gone, the road wasn’t as treacherous as it had been. Still, Annie was glad to be driving the Suburban instead of her own car.

She’d dressed up in the only skirt she’d brought with her, a slim-fitting dark green pencil skirt with a soft, three-inch wool flounce that brushed her knees. She’d paired the skirt with one of Mariah’s white, long-sleeved ballet tops, her own cranberry tights, and designer boots that laced to just above her ankles. She’d spotted them in the window of a resale shop last winter and bought them for next to nothing. With a good cleaning and fresh laces, they looked almost new.

As they turned out onto the road, Annie addressed Livia over her shoulder. “Scamp is sorry she couldn’t come with you tonight. She has a sore throat.”

Livia glowered and kicked the heels of her sneakers hard against her seat, making the brown velvet cat ears on her headband wobble. She didn’t need words to communicate how she felt about the puppet’s absence. “Maybe I can meet Scamp someday,” Jaycie said. She toyed with her coat zipper. “How’s Theo?”

Even in the dim light, her too-bright smile was painful. Annie hated seeing her like this. As pretty as she was, Jaycie didn’t have a chance with Theo. He was attracted to beautiful, brilliant, and crazy, three qualities neither Jaycie nor Annie possessed. For Annie, that was a bonus, but Jaycie wouldn’t see it the same way.

Annie skirted the truth. “He was in the studio working when I went to bed last night, and I barely saw him this morning.”

But she’d seen enough. The sight of him coming out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water still glistening on his shoulders, had stopped her in her tracks. Exactly the kind of reaction to him that might have gotten her pregnant.

She swallowed her trepidation. “Someone broke into the cottage again yesterday when no one was there.” Conscious of Livia in the backseat, she didn’t say any more.

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