Rachel Brimble - Her Hometown Redemption

“I see. Is that why you’re having trouble looking at me right now?”

Tanya snapped her gaze to Leah’s. “I have no trouble looking at anyone. You, Caroline and Jay Garrett can think, say and do what you want, I’m happy to be home.”

Leah frowned. “What did Caroline and Jay say to you?”

“Not much. It was the tone of their voices and the disapproval in their eyes that told me all I needed to know.”

“Which is?”

“People are going to be wary of me for a while.” She lifted her shoulders in feigned nonchalance. “That’s okay. People will soon learn I’ve changed. I want a different life here this time around.”

“So this is home now?”

Tanya swallowed against the claustrophobia that threatened. No more running. “Yes.”

“Forever?”

“As much as I can guarantee forever to be.”

“Good.” Leah dropped her arms and came to stand beside Tanya, kindness sparkling in her eyes. “Because you shouldn’t toss us all in the same pot. A few of the people here are quick to share their opinion and make up their minds, but not all of us. So promise me you’ll give others the benefit of the doubt as much as you want them to give it to you, okay?”

Tanya held Leah’s gaze, wondering just how much she knew. Had Sasha told her about the mistakes Tanya had made at work? The breakdown? God, the shoplifting?

Tanya forced a smile. “Okay.”

“Good, because it’s up to you how this goes. You can either upset people from the get-go, or show them you mean business in the nicest possible way. Starting over is why you’re back, right?”

Tanya nodded. “Right.”

Leah narrowed her eyes, suspicion rife in her gaze. “That’s the only reason?”

Her heart picked up speed, but Tanya held Leah’s unblinking study. “What other reason could there be?”

Leah shrugged. “I don’t know. Liam, for example.”

“What about him?”

“Oh, come on.” Leah planted her hands on her hips. “You might be able to fool others in town, but you’ve got no chance with me.”

“What exactly am I trying to fool everyone about?”

“According to Sasha, you left the Cove because of some nonsense your mother had been feeding you, and part of that nonsense was being with Liam was a bad idea. You loved him deeply and there was every chance you two could’ve been the real deal. You can’t tell me the prospect of seeing him again hasn’t sent you into a tailspin.”

Heat warmed Tanya’s cheeks. “I left because it was the right thing to do. Mum needed me and there was no way Sasha was going to leave. Liam and I were good together, but that was it. Now I’m back, I’m not expecting him and me to pick things up where we left off. Time’s passed. He’s changed and so have I. The sooner this town gets on board with that, the better.”

“So, you’ve spoken to him?”

“Yes.”

Leah lifted an eyebrow. “And?”

“And he feels the same. There’s nothing between us anymore.”

Leah sighed and raised her hands. “Fine, so Liam’s out of the picture, but I can’t help thinking he might have a problem with you coming back.”

“Anyway...” Tanya tossed the envelopes back into the box and stormed past Leah to the door. She flung it open. “It was nice seeing you again, but if you don’t mind...”

Leah grinned and, instead of walking to the door, dropped her oversize purse on top of one of the unopened boxes at her feet. “So, where do you want me to start?” Leah continued to smile. “Take that pissy look off your face. I just wanted to see how much gumption you’ve got after what happened to you.”

Tanya shoved the door closed. “What does that mean? How much did Sasha tell you exactly?”

“She told me about the breakdown.”

“She had no right.”

“She had every right. She loves you, and she knows it’s going to be hard for you to settle back into the Cove. I’m here to help, if and when you need me.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“I don’t doubt it, but I’m a nurse. I can’t help butting my nose in if I’m concerned about someone.” Leah waggled her eyebrows, kindness and humor shining in her gaze.

Tanya shook her head and smiled. “I’ve got a hell’s chance of rejecting your help whether I want it or not, right?”

“Right. Come here.” Leah pulled Tanya into her arms and squeezed. “You’re going to kick ass. I can feel it. Your guts are still there, missy, and I’m glad because you’re going to have a hell of a fight over the next few weeks.” She pulled back and held Tanya at arm’s length. “Lucky for you, I’m more than ready to help you out with that. So...where do you want me?”

Tanya smiled as optimism bloomed. “Thank you.”

Leah smiled. “You’re welcome. Now...” She leaned down, picked up one of the boxes and laid it on top of another. “Where’s that knife? I could do with slashing something.”

Shaking her head, Tanya surrendered to the inevitable. Leah was a tiny five feet one inch, but known around town as one of the toughest nurses in the hospital’s ER. More the fool anyone who chose to cross her, and Tanya knew that included her.

She walked across the office, snatched up the knife and handed it to Leah. “I need an assistant. Know anyone willing to work with a woman half the town despises?”

Leah slashed open the box. “First of all, you need to start acting as though coming back here fills you with delight from the inside out. Then, and only then, will people accept you’ve come back for a fresh start. If not, they’ll make themselves known to you as potential adversaries. Either way, forearmed is forewarned.”

“In other words, I need to start kicking butt in the same sweet-natured way you do.”

“Exactly.”

Tanya smiled. She could put her past mistakes behind her and start again. She could find Matt Davidson and lay Sasha’s ghosts to rest, as well as her own.

Leah pulled out a bundle of files. “I happen to know a young lady who I think will be the perfect assistant for you and, no doubt, would be more than willing to start work straightaway.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.” Leah’s face turned somber. “She’s had a tough time and needs somewhere safe to work and figure out who she is. Not unlike you. I think you’ll be good for each other.”

Ignoring the accuracy of Leah’s observations, Tanya frowned. “And does this girl have a name?”

“She’s nineteen going on thirty. Lucy Walker. You remember her, right?”

* * *

LIAM STOOD AT his office window and glared at the building across the street. When he’d grabbed his morning coffee from Marian Cohen’s bakery a few hours ago, she’d taken extreme pleasure in telling him that Tanya would soon be changing one of the offices into a showroom for her new party planning business.

Marian’s eyes had been wide with anticipation as she’d waited for his reaction. When he’d turned and met the not-so-subtle glances of others around him, it became all too clear news of Tanya’s return had spread around town like wildfire.

He continued to glare at Tanya’s shuttered office windows as his mind drifted to the way Tanya had looked when she told him she never should have left. What was he supposed to do with that? In eight years he’d not received a single letter, phone call, text or email from her.

He shook his head. So she had regrets. Didn’t everyone? That didn’t mean he wanted to go over old ground—and once his desire caught up with that mentality, his plan to meet someone new would be back on. It was damn annoying Tanya had chosen that particular office to set up shop. Or had she chosen it because she knew damn well he was stationed across the street?

He whirled away from the window and paced his office for the twentieth time that morning. Papers littered his desk and he was due in court in less than an hour, but his brain was far from focused, which was entirely new. His job was his life, people’s welfare his main concern, which was why he could not allow Tanya to burrow under his skin. He couldn’t afford to trust her. She’d stood him up too many times when they’d been dating, chose work over everything—basically treating him as though he was little more than a sexual distraction whenever the mood struck her.