Whiskey Creek: Take Me Home For Christmas Part 9

"Which entails..."

"Doing what she can, like I said. What about the Ferraris Skip drove?"

"They're probably enc.u.mbered. A man would have to be desperate to do what Skip did. I'm sure he exhausted all of his resources before giving up his house, his wife and his daughter to start a new life."

"Maybe that's true, but now we'll at least have a chance to hear it from her own lips. You've got to be curious as to whether she knew what Skip was doing."

"I am curious about how he got away with so much. But I don't necessarily believe she's responsible for his actions. And dragging her in front of half the town won't do any good. Even if she knew, even if she masterminded the whole thing, she has to proclaim her innocence. Doing anything else might turn this crowd into a lynch mob."

Reverend Flores made a calming gesture. "No, this is a peaceable gathering. Chief Stacy is planning to be here to make sure of it."

"Just to keep the situation under control? Or to help pressure her into selling her jewelry?"

"He invested with Skip, too. He'd like to get his money back same as we would. He has a boy and a girl to put through college, you know."

Ted started to say something about the foolishness of investing money that was needed for living expenses, but he didn't get the chance. When he heard the door open behind him and saw the reverend's face, he knew Sophia had arrived.

Turning, he saw that she looked beautiful, as always. She was dressed to impress, too. But there were a few telltale signs that indicated she wasn't doing as well as she wanted it to appear. For one, she was white as a ghost. He could see the blue veins under the alabaster skin of her cheeks. For another, she'd lost weight.

As she walked in, she held her head high, but she didn't remove her sungla.s.ses. Eve held on to her arm. She'd been pretty defensive of Sophia this morning, had even tried talking some of them into attending-to give Sophia moral support. But, considering how much Noah and Kyle had lost, that didn't go over too well. None of them were hoping to make Sophia's life miserable, but they weren't ready to champion her, either. Cheyenne and Callie were two exceptions, but they both had other plans tonight.

"Mrs. DeBussi, thank you for joining us," Reverend Flores said, not bothering to address Eve. Ted wanted to believe it was because Eve was agnostic and didn't worship here on Sundays, so Flores wasn't familiar with her. But he guessed it had more to do with the fact that Flores wasn't interested in anyone other than Sophia. "I'm Mrs. DeBussi to you now, Reverend?" Sophia smiled coldly. "Does that give you the distance you need in order to feel better about what you're here to do?"

"I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm trying to right a wrong."

"I wish you could right it for me, too," she murmured.

When Eve recognized Ted, her eyes widened, but she was so distracted by the men who were streaming down the aisle toward them that she didn't say anything. Sophia didn't even glance at him. She stiffened as if she wanted to run but wouldn't let herself. Instead, she moved purposefully toward them.

"I've left my daughter at a friend's, doing her homework. I'd like to get through this as soon as possible so she doesn't get to bed too late."

"It won't take long," Mr. Groscost a.s.sured her. He was far more solicitous now that he was confronting the beautiful Sophia face to face, but Ted knew nothing would deter him from his purpose. "Have a seat."

"I prefer to stand if you don't mind." No one else seemed interested in sitting, either. They were too keyed up.

"Fine." Groscost cleared his throat. "We wanted to meet with you to see what you plan to do to make things right for the people you and your husband cheated."

She didn't claim that she hadn't been involved, didn't try to defend herself. She merely lifted her keys and, when he held out his hand, dropped them into his open palm. "These are for the house. The furnishings, my clothes-that's all I have left. Take what you want. I ask only that you stay out of my daughter's room."

She'd given in so quickly that Groscost didn't seem to know how to react. His eyebrows shot up as he turned to Flores, who blinked and stammered, "Why-why, thank you for making this easy, Mrs. DeBussi. But I think I speak for everyone when I say we're most interested in your wedding ring."

"If you can find it, you can have it," she said. "Skip took it several weeks ago. He told me he was having it appraised for insurance purposes. He didn't give it back, and it isn't in the house."

G.o.d, he took her wedding ring, too....

"I see." Obviously deflated, Reverend Flores exchanged another look with Eric Groscost. He obviously didn't know whether or not to proceed, but Groscost sh.o.r.ed him up.

"You have many other lovely things that must be worth quite a bit."

"As I said, Mr. Groscost, I have household furnishings and clothes."

"That's a start. I'm sure it'll go a long way toward mollifying your friends here in Whiskey Creek."

She gazed around at them. "I don't have any friends in Whiskey Creek."

"Maybe it's because you don't deserve them," someone else snapped.

"Maybe I don't," she agreed. At least, that was what Ted thought she said. She'd spoken in such a low voice he could barely hear her.

Eve squeezed her arm as if to say that wasn't true. Then the place erupted in chaos. Chief Stacy, the enforcer, hadn't even arrived yet and already Sophia was opening her gorgeous home and allowing them to take whatever they wanted.

Excitement replaced anger. She wasn't asking for proof that they'd ever been Skip's investors. Neither was she requiring proof of the amount owed. She was simply opening her doors and letting them take their revenge.

This was crazy. Ted almost stood up and told everyone to go home and leave her be. She'd lost her husband. Worse, he'd died in the process of abandoning her. He couldn't think of two more hurtful blows. To top it all off, Skip had left her broke when she'd had money her whole life and wasn't exactly primed to make a living.

But just as he was about to speak up, she turned and saw him. She flinched when she realized who he was, as if his presence was like another stripe across her back. Then she nodded politely, resolutely, and walked past him.

Eve hesitated as though tempted to stop and say a few words to him, but he could tell she didn't dare leave Sophia's side. Although she tossed him a smile, he could see the tears in her eyes. She felt the same way he did about this, found it a cruelty she could hardly stand to witness. While she reacted with tears, he got angry.

That anger motivated him to drive over to Sophia's house, where he was again tempted to intervene. But what was happening was none of his business. He had no responsibility for Sophia. He hadn't even invested with Skip-so how could he tell these people how they should react? They felt hurt, betrayed, and maybe the loss had damaged some more than others.

Forcing himself to remain in his car, he watched his fellow townspeople carry away her belongings. Several left and returned with trucks so they could take the furniture. From what he could see, they were stripping the place, and she was doing nothing to stop them. She probably couldn't stop them at this point; it had turned into a frenzy.

Where was she? Was she standing in her living room as all the people who'd admired her for so long grabbed as much as they could carry? He'd seen her go in with Eve, but neither of them had come back out.

Chief Stacy showed up after an hour. Ted saw him walk by and rolled down his window. "Hey, Chief," he called. "You're a little late to the party."

Stacy frowned as though he regretted that and shook his head. "Got held up at a traffic stop. The driver had a bag of pot on him. You wouldn't believe what some tourists bring through here."

"Good thing you're around to keep our streets safe."

This was exactly what he wanted to hear. His chest swelled out and he clicked his tongue. "That's my job."

Ted wasn't buying the false humility. He'd never particularly liked Stacy. He liked him even less after hearing about some of the things he'd done over the past few years-to Cheyenne's husband, Dylan, Dylan's brother, Aaron, and Callie's husband, Levi.

But surely he wouldn't want everyone ganging up on a woman, especially one who was already going through h.e.l.l.

"So now that you're here, you'll put an end to this circus, right?"

Stacy seemed taken aback. "What circus?"

"All these people carrying off everything Sophia DeBussi owns."

"From what I've heard, she owes them that and more."

"Maybe she didn't know what Skip was doing. Maybe she had no part in it."

Stacy ran a finger over his chin. He looked less bloated since his divorce; he'd finally lost some weight. "She certainly took part in spending our money."

"Not knowingly."

"You sure about that?"

"In any case, I think she's suffering enough. And her daughter's what...thirteen? At that age, it's highly unlikely she had any part in it. How will they get by when this is over? Does anyone care about that?"

Stacy made a face that said Ted was worried about nothing. "She's probably got a fortune we don't know about. Anyway, she doesn't need a twenty-thousand-dollar couch to get by. We've all been getting by with a lot less than that, haven't we?"

He walked off, and fifteen minutes later, reappeared, pockets bulging, as he carried a painting to his cruiser. After that, Ted couldn't bear to watch. With all the things coming out of that house, he couldn't imagine there was much left. Some people were even taking Sophia's silverware, dishes and small appliances. Why wasn't Eve putting a stop to it?

He texted her, telling her to do just that, and drove away, but he was too upset to go home. He went by the high school, and parked in front of the gymnasium, where he'd given so many speeches as student body president-and taken Sophia to the prom. Then he headed to the river and hiked down to the rope swing where he and Sophia had gone skinny-dipping the summer they were seventeen. He even visited the abandoned gold-mining shack where they'd made love for the first time. He wanted to remember all the reasons he should hate her. And visiting these places should have helped because they reminded him of how much she'd meant to him. Reminded him that she'd ruined all their plans by getting serious with Skip while he was away at college. She'd never mentioned that she was seeing someone else. She'd pretended she wasn't. Then his mother had heard, via town gossip, that she was pregnant.

He'd been furious with her for so long. Over the past decade and a half or so, there'd been plenty of times he'd found himself wishing she'd realize what she'd lost, what she'd cost them both. That was pride talking, of course. Like any spurned lover, he wanted her to regret choosing someone else. But despite everything he held against her, he'd never wanted to see her devastated.

He hated seeing it now.

Maybe that was the truest testament to how much he'd loved her.

10.

"I'm stunned that you've agreed!"

With a grimace at Eve's reaction, which he considered a bit over the top, Ted pivoted at the window and headed back across his living room. He'd been pacing ever since he'd returned home. And although it was approaching midnight, too late to be calling someone even on a weekend, he'd broken down and called Eve.

"Don't sound so surprised," he said. "I'm not completely heartless."

Just crazy. What had happened to his conviction? He'd told himself he would never have another thing to do with Sophia. He'd already forgiven her once, when he'd taken her back after Scott's death. She'd come to him in tears, insisting that she still wanted to be with him, that he was the only boy she'd ever love. And he'd stood by her despite the negative reaction of almost everyone else in town. So what did she do after that? She proved her love by getting pregnant while he was away at school and marrying the other guy.

Yet here he was, suggesting she call him about his housekeeper position, even though he'd removed the ad from Craigslist for fear she'd apply!

His mother was going to have a fit. He felt a little guilty about that, since she'd always been such a standout mom. His father had never taken much interest; he'd been too involved with his second family. That made Ted feel he owed the parent who'd stuck by him more than a normal kid would owe his mother. But he insisted on making his own decisions, especially about this, even if it proved to be a mistake.

"What changed your mind?" Eve asked. "You haven't had anything nice to say about Sophia in years."

"I'm not saying anything nice about her now," he clarified. "I barely know her anymore. I just... I can't imagine how she'll ever get back on her feet without some help. And I don't see Skip's parents or anyone else taking pity on her."

"Ugh, if only you knew how badly they were treating her," Eve said. "I'd give you details, but I feel like that would somehow be...breaking a confidence."

Her comment irritated him because it suggested she had strong loyalties to Sophia, when he was the one who'd hung out with Eve since grade school. "Suddenly you're better friends with her than you are me?"

"No! Of course not. But she's vulnerable right now, fragile. And you...you have everything under control. Let's face it. No one manages life-or anything else-quite as well as you do."

"It's because of that inflexibility you tease me about," he said dryly.

She laughed. "It is! But that inflexibility could also be called self-discipline. You've always been the overachiever in the group."

"Stop trying to appeal to my vanity. You're throwing me over for Sophia."

"I am not!" she said. "But I don't mind telling you that what you're offering her is really wonderful. You should've seen her tonight while everyone was rummaging through her house."

He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the details. It'd been difficult enough to watch it from outside. But he couldn't help asking, "Was she crying?"

"No. I wish she had been. Crying would've been a normal reaction to sadness and pain. Crying is how most people cope with disappointment. But what she's suffering goes deeper than that. She's depressed. Numb. Completely lost. She sat on the back steps, smoking a cigarette, believe it or not, and staring off into s.p.a.ce. She didn't try to protect any of her possessions, even the ones with sentimental value."

He felt a tightness in his chest, which he didn't want to acknowledge, and opened his mouth to bring the conversation back to the practical-the details of the job-but she kept talking.

"You know what they say about people who lose all their belongings in a fire."

That distracted him. "No. What do they say?"

"It's one of the most catastrophic things that can happen to a person. One minute her house looked like she was used to seeing it, the next almost everything was gone."

Including her husband, he thought. He wondered if she missed Skip, if she'd loved him-although he couldn't understand how anyone could care too deeply about such a pompous a.s.s.

"The people who came were like locusts," Eve was saying. "They took practically everything."

"You didn't put a stop to it?"

"Eventually. I wish I'd acted sooner. I just... I don't know her all that well, so I didn't think it was my place until you sent me that text. Then I got mad at myself for not standing at the door and refusing to let them enter in the first place."

He remembered his brief exchange with Chief Stacy. "It's a difficult situation. They felt justified in what they were doing."

"I heard one person say, 'I paid for it, why shouldn't I have it?'"

"They're happy to see her deprived of all the things they've envied."

"I guess. It sucked-that's all I know."

"So when did she start smoking?" He couldn't recall Sophia ever having a cigarette. They'd certainly never smoked when they were younger.

"I guess she started tonight," Eve said. "She made me stop at the Gas-N-Go on our way to the house. When she came out toting a carton of cigarettes, I asked her why, and she said, 'Because I can't drink.' She began to add that she hoped they'd kill her and put her out of her misery but when she saw my reaction, she clammed up."

"Why can't she drink?"

There was a slight hesitation. "Um...I didn't ask."

"Well, she can't smoke in my house." He hated the smell. He was willing to provide employment so she could get over this rough patch, but he planned to keep everything very professional. There'd be no allowances.

"She won't. She'll do everything she can to make you happy." She groaned. "G.o.d, I'm so relieved. Before you called, I was sitting here going over my books, trying to figure out a way to hire her at the B and B. But...it's just not in my budget to add another employee, especially going into the off season."

"She can start on Monday if she wants. If she's not ready, it can wait until later in the week or the following Monday."