The First Wife by Erica Spindler

Author:Erica Spindler
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781250012555
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Monday, April 21

12:50 P.M.

She started the SUV and tore down the gravel drive. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her fingers went numb. Her stitched-up head throbbed. The image of Raine’s anguish—and fury—played over and over in her mind.

Along with her words. “We’re poison … This family … murder, adultery … She loved him. That’s why he killed her.”

Bailey almost lost it on the drive’s last turn. She righted the vehicle, and eased her foot off the accelerator. Slow down, Bailey. Ending up in a ditch wouldn’t help Raine. Or Logan.

Logan couldn’t lose his sister. He had lost too many loved ones already.

She reached Abbott Farm and drove through the gate. Paul stood at the barn’s entrance, talking to August and one of the grooms. She stopped, lowered her window. “Paul!”

At the alarm in her voice, he came running.

“It’s Raine!” she cried. “She’s at Henry’s. She’s hysterical, talking crazy—”

“Logan’s at the house. Tell him I’m on my way.”

Bailey didn’t waste time with a reply. Two minutes later the house came into view and she roared through the open gate. And stopped short, so short the seat belt snapped hard against her chest.

Logan and Stephanie. They stood between their two vehicles, embracing.

They sprang apart and looked guiltily her way. Logan’s expression became concerned. He was beside her in a flash. Opening the door, helping her out.

“Bailey, my God, what’s wrong?”

For a moment, she couldn’t find her voice. “I went to Henry’s … I saw—”

“Uncle Henry’s?” Stephanie said, voice unnaturally high. “Have you remembered something?”

She shook her head. “Raine’s”—she sucked in a deep breath—“she’s there. She’s hysterical. I’m afraid she might try to—”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to; Logan understood. He started for the Porsche.

“I told Paul!” she called after him. “He’s on his way, too.”

Logan looked over his shoulder at Stephanie. “Keep an eye on her, would you? I’m starting to think I can’t let her out of my sight.”

They watched him go, then Stephanie turned to her. “Believe it or not, Raine has a highly developed sense of self-preservation. She’ll be fine.”

She must, Bailey thought. Otherwise, how could one survive in this family?

Bailey curved a hand protectively over her belly. Stephanie saw the movement and frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just winded.”

Stephanie cleared her throat. “I saw your face, when you got here. I hope you know that was nothing. Logan and I have been friends for a long time.”

“I was surprised, that’s all.”

“We passed each other on the road and—”

“I’m not giving it a second thought.”

“He was telling me how sorry he was about Uncle Henry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Steph.” Bailey caught her hands and squeezed them. “I miss him. And I’m so, so sorry I haven’t called—”

“I’m sorry I haven’t called you. Your head, does it hurt bad?”

Bailey instinctively reached up, touched the bandage. Suddenly realizing how much it did hurt, right now. “Not as much as yesterday, but I could use a Tylenol.”

She frowned. “They didn’t give you anything stronger?”

“They can’t because of—”

She stopped. Stephanie’s frown deepened.

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