The Beach at Painter's Cove by Shelley Noble

Author:Shelley Noble
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2017-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

Stephanie slipped out of the parlor. Grammy seemed perfectly normal. She’d told Paolo all sorts of things about the artwork and the artists. She knew who Paolo was and talked about his work with Issy.

That made her feel a little better—a little, not much. She was still worried about what was going to happen to Grammy—and to herself. She’d been busy since her mother had dropped them off. Lots of fascinating things had happened and made her not think so much about whether her mom and dad were going to come back. They wouldn’t leave Amanda, Griffin, and her, would they? Jillian left Issy and Steph’s mom, but that wasn’t the kind of thing you inherited, was it?

She went outside. She’d meant to come out earlier to see if she could find traces of whatever had been moving through the trees the night before. In the daylight it didn’t seem that faeries could be possible, and she’d almost convinced herself it had been late fireflies, then Paolo showed up looking just like a dark-haired Legolas from the movie.

And suddenly the possibilities made a lot more sense. Issy said he was human, but maybe Issy didn’t know. Did the Elf King know Paolo was here? Would they know each other? Were they enemies or friends? Should she try to warn him?

Or should she tell Aunt Fae.

But Fae wasn’t in the parlor anymore. She wasn’t in the kitchen and she wasn’t in her room. She might have gone home without Steph seeing her. She was good at that.

Steph went outside and walked to the knoll where great grandfather Wes was buried. She looked across to the other side of the cove. Saw the roof of Aunt Fae’s cottage poking out of the trees, followed the line of beach rosebushes that stretched along the shore. A head appeared momentarily behind the bushes and she knew someone was in the meadow, but it wasn’t Aunt Fae.

She scrambled down the grassy slope of the knoll until she was on the beach. And suddenly felt seriously alone. To her right, the sound looked like a painting, still and blue. Almost the same color as the sky. To her left were inlets, bushes, and tiny hidden beaches. Across from her at the back curve of the cove, a pile of boulders formed the platform where Grammy dove in and met Great-Grandfather Wes.

Everyone knew the story, even the part about swimming nude and making love. That was a little icky, thinking about parents and grandparents doing stuff, but the Elf King—did the Elf King have a wife? Was it Aunt Fae?

Steph started over the beach and her sandals immediately filled with sand. She kicked them off and grabbed the straps in one hand. The sun was behind her and she knew she should be helping with dinner, but she needed to see who was in the meadow.

She splashed through the water until she took a step and dropped down to her waist. Great. Grammy dove. Of course it was deep here.

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