Stargazey Point by Shelley Noble

Author:Shelley Noble
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I was born in California,” Abbie said when they were sitting at the nearly empty bar at the inn. “But we moved a lot.” She paused, took a sip of her chardonnay. “My parents worked for different nonprofit organizations. My father is a lawyer—liberal—and my mother is . . .” Abbie chuckled. “An ex flower child.

“They met in the Peace Corps and now fund-raise for reclaimable water.

“I have three brothers and one sister. Well, two brothers now. My oldest brother works for Doctors Without Borders. John runs a group home for runaways. Adam died in Afghanistan; he was an army medic. My sister is over there now, though I think her desire to bring democracy to the Middle East is more about avenging his death than anything else. She was studying to be a special ed teacher.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My parents didn’t love the idea of him being a marine, but they were open-minded enough to know that we all have our own paths to take.”

“That sounds like a quote.”

“My father when mom got on her peace and freedom, antimilitary horse.”

“All the Sinclairs work in the not-for-profit sector?”

“Pretty much. So before you ask how I became a weathergirl—I had trouble finding the right ‘path’ for me.”

“I take it you didn’t find it being a weathergirl.”

“Nope.”

Cab turned his glass around, looking at it as if he was contemplating something, and she was afraid she knew what was coming next.

“And not when you were making documentaries?”

“I thought I had, for most of eight years. Toward the end I wasn’t sure, but now I am. I learned a lot, maybe did some good, but it was someone else’s path, not mine.”

“Maybe you’ll find yours here.”

“Maybe.” She reached for her glass, realized it was empty. “But for now, I’m here, thanks to Celeste and the Crispins’ generosity.” She smiled though it was a little difficult. “Not a weathergirl, not a filmmaker.” She shrugged. “Not even a conniving real estate agent. Just some lost soul on her road to somewhere else.”

Cab burst out with a laugh. “Sorry, sorry. But did you ever think maybe you should become a writer?”

She laughed, too. “I tend to get a bit dramatic.”

“A bit, but it’s a hell of a story.”

“And not over yet.” She stood up. “But we’ll be late for dinner, I mean supper, if we don’t get going.”

Beau was waiting for them on the porch. “Millie and Marnie are in the parlor. Millie was worried.”

“Oh dear,” Abbie said. “We called to say we were taking the kids home and would be late.”

“That don’t have anything to do with Millie being worried.” Beau glanced at Abbie’s throat and the necklace. A hint of a smile as elusive as a breeze. Then he turned and held the front door for them to enter.

“I think I love him,” Abbie whispered as they made their way to the parlor.

“I think I might be jealous,” Cab whispered back.

Abbie’s step faltered.

“Here they are. Home at last,” Millie said, beaming on them.

“Sorry we took so long.

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