Heroes Are My Weakness(100)

“Livia needs to talk,” Annie stated gently.

“Listen to Annie,” Theo said, in a remarkable leap of faith. “She understands things.”

Livia shook her head, the gesture automatic. Theo squeezed Annie’s shoulders from behind. His encouragement meant everything. “Livia and Scamp and I have been talking about how her father scared her,” Annie said, “and how you shot him, even though you didn’t mean to.” The cold had numbed her brain to caution. “Livia might even be a little glad you shot her father—I know Scamp is glad—and Livia needs to talk to you about that, too.”

“Scamp?” Jaycie said.

“Scamp is a kid, too,” Annie said, “so she understands things about Livia that grown-ups sometimes miss.”

Jaycie was now more bewildered than angry. She searched her daughter’s face, trying to understand, not able to. Her helplessness reminded Annie that Jaycie was as deeply wounded as Livia.

With no psychotherapist handy, a failed character actress trained in her theater workshops to understand human behavior would have to do. Annie let her spine rest ever so slightly against Theo’s chest, not using him as a crutch, merely as comfort. “Scamp would like to understand some things, too,” she said. “Maybe she could sit down with both of you tomorrow, and we could all talk about what happened.” Annie remembered that her “tomorrows” on Peregrine Island were numbered.

“Yes, I wanna see Scamp!” Livia displayed all the enthusiasm her mother lacked.

“A great idea,” Theo said. “Now I think it’s time for everybody to get warmed up.”

Livia had recovered more rapidly than the adults, and she climbed off her mother’s lap. “Will you show me the shells you got for my fairy house?” she asked Theo.

“Yep. But I have to take care of Annie first.” He tilted his head toward the top of the cliff. “Want a ride?”

Livia ended up on his shoulders as they climbed the cliff steps to the top.


ONCE ANNIE AND THEO WERE back at the cottage, he filled the tub that was no longer hers and left her alone. She had cuts everywhere, and she winced as she settled into the water, but by the time she got out and slipped into her robe, she was warm. Theo had changed into dry clothes himself—a pair of jeans with a rip across one knee and a long-sleeved black T-shirt he’d stopped wearing because Jaycie had shrunk it in the wash so it outlined every muscle in his chest in a way he didn’t like, but that Annie very much appreciated. He patched up her cuts, everything about his touch impersonal. In the space of a day, so much had changed. She’d lost the cottage, accused an innocent woman of trying to harm her, discovered her roots, and helped rescue a little girl. Overriding it all, she’d recognized how much she loved this man she couldn’t have.

He made grilled cheese sandwiches for them. As he dropped a big pat of butter into the hot skillet, a clock pendulum ticked away in her head marking the time she had left to be with him. “I called Elliott,” he said. “As soon as I heard that you’d been conned into leaving the island.”

She tugged the sash of her bathrobe tighter. “Let me guess. Cynthia already knew—thanks to Lisa McKinley—and they were having cocktails to celebrate.”

“Right on one count. Wrong on the other. Lisa had called, but there was no celebration.”

“Really? I’m surprised Cynthia wasn’t already drawing up plans to turn the cottage into a replica of Stonehenge.”

“I intended to make him change his mind. Threaten him. Do whatever I could to make sure you kept the cottage for as long as you wanted. But as it turned out, Elliott had made a modification none of us knew about.”

“What kind of modification?”

“The cottage doesn’t revert back to the family.” He abandoned the sandwiches to look at her. “It goes to the Peregrine Island trust.”

She stared at him stupidly. “I don’t understand.”

He turned back and flipped the sandwiches into the sizzling butter with unnecessary force. “The bottom line is, you’ve lost the cottage, and I’m sorrier about that than you can imagine.”

“But why did he change it?”

“I didn’t get the details—Cynthia was in the room—but he wasn’t exactly happy with what she did to Harp House. My guess is that he wanted to make sure the cottage stayed as it was, so rather than stand up to her, he went to his lawyer behind her back and made the change.”

Her head spun. “Mariah never mentioned this.”

“She didn’t know. Apparently no one knew except the island trustees.”

The sound of a vehicle approaching interrupted them. He handed her the spatula. “Keep an eye on these.”

As he made his way to the front door, she tried to piece it all together, but her thoughts were interrupted by a strange male voice at the front door. Moments later, Theo stuck his head back in the kitchen. “I have to go. Another emergency. You shouldn’t have to worry about intruders now, but keep the doors locked anyway.”

After he left, she sat at the table with one of the sandwiches. He’d used good cheddar with a touch of her favorite coarse brown mustard, but she was too tired to eat or to think. She needed sleep.

The next morning found her as clearheaded as she’d ever been. She had Jaycie’s Suburban and drove into town. The collection of dirty pickup trucks in front of Barbara Rose’s house indicated that the Monday-morning knitting group was in session. Before Annie had been able to fall asleep last night, she’d had plenty of time to think, and she let herself in without ringing the bell.