“What do you think Sugar Beth will do to her?”
“You know what she’s capable of.”
“Sugar Beth isn’t eighteen any longer.”
“Let’s get real,” Ryan retorted angrily. “She’s floated through three marriages-the last one made her a certified gold digger. Now she’s broke. Desperate, too, or she’d have told everybody to go to hell on Saturday night and stormed off. Call me overprotective, but I don’t want a woman like that around my daughter.”
Colin hated being dragged into other people’s messes, but he couldn’t see a way to sidestep this one. “Things aren’t always what they seem where Sugar Beth is concerned.”
“You’re defending her?”
“I’m being objective.” Now there was a laugh. Even before yesterday, he’d lost his objectivity where Sugar Beth was concerned.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve gotten suckered in by her, haven’t you?”
“I haven’t gotten suckered in by anybody.”
“Then fire her.”
“I already did.”
“You did?” Ryan looked surprised, then relieved. “The first good news I’ve heard this weekend. Sorry, pal, I underestimated you. Do you know if she’s left town yet?”
“As to that…”
“I should have trusted you. But… I’m a little keyed up right now.” He gazed into his coffee mug. “The truth is… Winnie’s moved out of the house.”
“What?”
“She’s left. Moved into the apartment over the store.”
Colin was stunned. Ryan and Winnie had the best marriage he’d ever seen. If they couldn’t make a go of it, no one could. “I’m sure it’s only temporary. You and Winnie are the genuine article.”
“Apparently not. It’s like Winnie’s possessed. You know how rational she always is, but lately… She thinks I’m still hung up on Sugar Beth. After all these years. And she started talking about not knowing who she was, all that Oprah bullshit. I feel like I don’t know my own wife anymore.”
Colin remembered the way Ryan’s eyes kept straying to Sugar Beth on Saturday night. By making it possible for her to stay in Parrish, Colin had inadvertently hurt the two people whose friendship he most cherished.
“I’ve tried to reason with Winnie, but she won’t listen. She didn’t even talk to Gigi before she drove off. She left that little task up to me.”
“How did Gigi take it?” Colin asked, not really wanting to know.
“Oh, she’s taking it fine. I said that her mother was stressed out because she had so much work to do at the shop, and she’d decided to settle in there for a few days to get things cleared up without any distractions. Gigi bought it, but she’s a smart kid, and it won’t take her long to figure out what’s really going on.”
“I’m sure Winnie will come to her senses before then.”
“It’ll happen a lot quicker if Sugar Beth is gone. I’ve never believed in throwing my weight around, but if I find out somebody else has hired her-”
“Hey, Ryan…” Sugar Beth waltzed into the kitchen, a bottle of drain opener in her hand. Colin wanted to strangle her. She couldn’t have stayed upstairs until Ryan left. Oh, no. In her screwed-up head, that would have been a sign of cowardice, and how could she let a day pass without giving a hard time to as many people as possible?
“Your shower’s running great now, Colin. Add the sixty bucks a plumber would have charged you to my paycheck.”
Coffee slopped over the edge of Ryan’s mug as he slammed it on the counter. “You said you fired her!”
“I did. Unfortunately, Sugar Beth still doesn’t listen well.”
“It gets in the way of my self-serving lifestyle.” She headed for the sink, where she bent down to put the drain opener away.
Colin tore his eyes from her bottom, clad this morning in a pair of deep purple cigarette pants. “Exactly the sort of remark that makes people line up to hate you, Sugar Beth. But then you know that very well.”
“You think?”
He refused to play her game. “Ryan stopped by to tell me that Winnie’s moved out. Because of you.”
She straightened and smiled. “No kidding. Now that just about makes my day.”
Ryan’s mouth hardened. “That’s low, even coming from you.”
Colin wouldn’t let her weasel out of this with wisecracks. “Sugar Beth doesn’t mean it. She’s deliberately antagonizing you.”
“I sort of mean it,” Sugar Beth said. “You and Winnie pissed me off royally yesterday with Gigi.”
“You were way out of line,” Ryan said.
“In my humble opinion, you both need to lighten up with her.”
Colin cut in before there was blood. “I’m sure Ryan isn’t interested in hearing any of your opinions on child rearing.”
“His loss. I know a hell of a lot more about headstrong teenage girls than he does.”
Colin gave her his most quelling look. “You’re baiting him again.”
Ryan studied first one of them and then the other. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing.”
Unfortunately, they spoke together, automatically making them look like liars. Sugar Beth recovered first and handled the situation in her own way. “Relax, Ryan. Colin’s done his best to get rid of me, but I’m blackmailing him with some unsavory facts I’ve unearthed about his past, which may or may not involve the ritual deaths of small animals, so if my body ends up in a ditch somewhere, tell the police to start their interrogations with him. Plus you might warn everybody to be careful with their cats.”
Amazing. Sometimes her cheek surprised even him. Ryan, however, had lost his sense of humor. “You still don’t care how many people you hurt as long as you get what you want.”
Sugar Beth liked to sting, but she didn’t have much appetite for genuine hurt, and all the amusement vanished from her eyes. “I don’t like being the bearer of bad news,” she said quietly, almost gently, “but your marriage was already in trouble or my showing up wouldn’t have sent your wife out the door.”
“You don’t know a thing about my marriage.”
“I know that Winnie’s moved out.” She regarded him sympathetically. “And you seem to think all you have to do to get her back is see the last of me. But I doubt it’s going to be that easy. Now if you’ll both excuse me, I have some errands to run.”
Sixty seconds later, she was out the door.
By the time Colin got rid of Ryan, the house had closed in on him. How had a man who cherished his privacy let everything get so far out of hand? Nothing he’d written so far that morning was worth keeping, so he grabbed a jacket and headed out the back door.
He’d thought about this long enough. It was time for action.
Everybody in the lunchroom was watching her, or at least it felt that way. Gigi’s clammy hands gripped the plastic tray as she gazed around for somebody-anybody!-she could sit with. She should have spent lunch period in the library, but she’d told herself she was claiming her power today, no matter how scary it was and no matter how much her parents hated her. Now, though, she decided she was too young to claim her power. She should have waited till ninth grade. Or maybe tenth.
Until now, she’d been feeling pretty good about her first day back in school. Nobody’d said too much about her getting suspended, and Jake Higgins told her she looked cool. Jake had acne and was like four feet tall, but still… Before she’d gone to bed last night she’d painted her fingernails with black polish and borrowed this black T-shirt her mom never wore because she said it was too small. This morning, she’d put on an old pair of black jeans that were tight and too short, but, with black socks, she didn’t think anybody noticed, and she’d found a choker necklace she’d strung in seventh grade with brown beads. It wasn’t the best Goth look she’d ever seen-she needed a cool belt with silver rivets or a black skirt with black-and-white tights-but it made her feel sort of strong and reckless.
Win-i-fred had spent the night at the store so she could get an early start on her inventory, and her dad had been in a crappy mood, so Gigi’d waited till she got to school before she ducked into the rest room and put on some
