Janice Johnson - Everywhere She Goes

“I’d better take this,” she murmured to Nell, and answered.

“Ms. McAllister.” The gravelly voice was unmistakable. “Noah Chandler.”

Her heart raced. Truth time. “Mayor.”

“Why don’t we progress to Noah and Caitlyn? I’m calling to offer you the position.”

The relief was out of proportion, especially considering her mixed feelings about her return to Angel Butte. A journey back in time, she thought flippantly. “I go by Cait,” she said, sounding completely collected and mildly pleased. She impressed herself sometimes.

“Cait it is. Do you have a minute to talk?”

She grimaced apologetically at Nell, who waved her understanding and eavesdropped with interest.

A minute was all the conversation took. Mayor Chandler did not believe in beating around the bush. He laid out compensation, medical and dental benefits, retirement and vacation package with a take-it-or-leave-it curtness. She told him, equally briefly, that his offer was acceptable. He asked when she could start. Cait took a deep breath. “How about tomorrow morning?”

The momentary silence suggested she’d surprised him. But when he said, “Good. Let’s meet in my office at nine,” his voice didn’t confirm that impression.

Cait felt more than a little dazed as she dropped her phone back in her handbag. “Wow. The job’s mine.”

Working with him.

She didn’t let herself linger on that vague sense of apprehension. Only that wasn’t quite right.

She didn’t have time to, anyway, since Nell jumped to her feet and hurried around the table to give her a quick hug. “I’m glad. Having you close will really make Colin happy, and I think you and I are going to be friends.”

“I think so, too,” Cait agreed. From their first meeting, she’d had the feeling she and Nell already were friends. Maybe that was because her face was so disconcertingly familiar—Nell/Maddie hadn’t changed as much as most people did from when she was a child. With that pointy chin, sharp cheekbones and disarmingly high forehead, she looked thoroughly adult and yet still like the little girl Cait remembered, scattering of freckles, big brown eyes and all. She had claimed to vaguely remember Cait, too, but sounded more uncertain. Cait knew her own face was nowhere near as distinctive.

It wasn’t only familiarity that made Cait feel comfortable with this new sister-in-law, though. Nell had an air of reserve that reminded Cait of her own. Even after several months together, Nell seemed surprised by Colin’s smiles, touches and the intimate way they sometimes looked at each other. Or maybe, Cait reflected, Nell was surprised by her own response to him. Cait knew enough from what she’d read about Nell’s ordeal to be sure she understood self-doubt—and why trust could be hard.

Cait insisted on paying for lunch, which Nell finally accepted. They were walking out when Nell asked if she’d mind stopping to grocery shop on the way home.

“Of course not—” Head turned, she walked smack into someone. A man who asked if she was all right at the same moment she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry!”

And then she really looked at him. Shock seemed to squeeze her throat. “You,” she whispered.

Echoing shock showed on his fleshy but still handsome face. He was middle-aged, the auburn of his short hair muted from what she remembered by a substantial sprinkling of gray. He’d softened some around the middle, too, but...she did know him. Oh, why hadn’t it occurred to her that he might still live here?

“Cait,” he said, sounding rueful. “I’m surprised you recognized me. What were you? Nine, ten, when you moved away?”

“Ten.” Her voice was a little too high. “Jerry, that’s right, isn’t it?”

“Jerry Hegland.” His gaze flicked to Nell, who was watching the odd encounter. “Aren’t you—?”

“Nell McAllister.”

He looked momentarily confused.

“My sister-in-law,” Cait contributed.

“That’s right.” He was apparently putting the pieces together and realizing Cait’s companion was Maddie Dubeau. “I heard you’d married the police officer who found you. Ah, I knew Cait and Colin’s mother,” he explained. His gaze traveled back to her. “We were getting to be good friends, weren’t we, Cait?”

She managed a nod, her usual social skills having totally deserted her. This man had been her mother’s lover. Of course, she hadn’t known the truth until years later. Back then, she’d thought he was a nice man who Mommy and she happened to run into really often. He’d bought them lunch several times.

“I’ll bet you remember me best for the handprints I left in your concrete slab,” she blurted.

He stared at her. “What?”

“You didn’t know it was me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Suddenly he was as brusque as Mayor Noah Chandler at his most impatient. He looked over her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m meeting someone.”

“Of course.” She wouldn’t lie and say, Great to see you. It wasn’t, even if she wasn’t being fair. After all, Mom was the one who’d been married.

Unless he had been, too?

She didn’t care.

I am angry at her. Had been, still was. She had been only sixteen—and an already confused sixteen, at that—when she’d found out her mother had had an affair.

An affair? Who knew? Maybe she’d been screwing around on Dad for years. Cait wanted to think the betrayal explained his rage.

She didn’t look back as Nell pushed open the door and the two of them exited.

* * *

DINNER STARTED WITH them all clinking wineglasses in a toast to her new job. Cait was still feeling the glow, if also a whole lot of trepidation, when Nell glanced at her.

“So, who was that guy we ran into at the restaurant?” She transferred her gaze from Cait to her husband. “Please pass the butter.”

He did so automatically, but he was looking at Cait. “I didn’t think you’d remember anyone from that long ago.”

Here was where she could say, He wasn’t anyone important. But Colin likely knew him, she realized. Her brother had been enough older than her to be aware of relationships and undercurrents to which she’d been oblivious. In fact, she’d nursed some anger at him, too, for leaving her in ignorance even though, all grown-up now, she could see why he hadn’t said anything to his little sister.

“Jerry Hegland.”

He frowned. “Who?”

She set her fork down. “You don’t know him?”

“The name is vaguely familiar.” He seemed to be searching his memory. “Wait. Something to do with the airport?”

“I don’t actually know.” But, yes, once Mom and she had gone out there to watch planes take off and land. Angel Butte Regional Airport wasn’t all that exciting, of course; at least in those days, aside from privately owned small planes, traffic had consisted of no more than a couple of flights a day to Portland and Seattle using turboprop commuter planes that carried something like fifteen or twenty passengers. Still, she remembered standing beside the runway as one of those planes tore by, gaining momentum and then lifting into the air. She had been amazed. Her family had never flown anywhere.

That had been one of the occasions when the nice man bought lunch for her and Mom, at the café in the airport terminal.

“Then how do you know him?” Colin asked.

“Mom.” She sounded like a crow. Harsh. “He and Mom...”

Her brother’s expression gradually changed with dawning horror. “He and Mom what?” he asked in a hard voice.

Cait was distantly aware that Nell’s mouth hung open. She’d had no idea what she was starting.

“They had an affair. Didn’t you know?” she begged.

“Hell, no!” He gave his head a shake. “I can’t believe— How did you know?”