CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE DAY OF FILMING arrived. Gabrielle and Derek stopped for breakfast in town. They’d just finished eating and were going to meet her friend Kayla and the camera crew at the Wave, the chosen place to begin “The Day in the Life” segment.
Derek paid at the register while Gabrielle waited.
Her cell phone rang and she picked it up on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Darling, guess where I am.”
“Of course it’s me. Turn around.”
Gabrielle pivoted toward the window facing the street and saw her mother waving at her from the sidewalk. Gabrielle flipped her phone closed at the same time she ran outside.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised to see her mother in town.
“Is that any way to greet me?” Her mother cupped Gabrielle’s face in her hands and leaned in to kiss first one cheek, then the next before pulling her into a warm hug.
It didn’t matter if Gabrielle saw her mother a week ago or a few hours, her mother always greeted her the same exuberant way.
“Your friend Kayla called to tell me about your television segment and she asked if she could interview me and your papa. He has summer classes, but I was free, so
Derek walked out of the restaurant and joined them on the street. “Hello, ladies.”
Gabrielle smiled. “Derek, do you remember my mother, Juliette Donovan?”
“Of course I do.” He extended his hand. “May I say you haven’t changed a bit?” He kissed the back of her hand in the French manner.
Gabrielle bit the inside of her cheek and wondered where he’d come up with that bit of chivalry and whether it was enough to soften her mother’s feelings about-”
“Derek Corwin, the man who broke my daughter’s heart,” Juliette said bluntly.
Derek smiled grimly. “That’s okay. I understand how your mother feels. I’d feel the same way about any man who Holly got involved with…” As he spoke, his eyes darkened and his expression closed.
As if he’d just gotten a new, enlightening perspective on his relationship with Gabrielle.
“I think we have to be at the Wave,” Gabrielle said, pulling on Derek’s arm. “Kayla, the interviewer, called my mother and asked her to participate in the segment,” she explained quickly, hoping to split the two people she loved apart before her mother gave Derek more motivation to pull away from her.
Since Holly’s departure, Derek hadn’t been the same. Although he’d apologized, Gabrielle sensed he was holding himself back from her, and she didn’t think it was only because she’d jeopardized his custody. In her heart, Gabrielle believed that with his renewed fear of losing Holly, came the reminder of the curse and all the loss he and his family had suffered. He wasn’t about to let himself love-and lose-Gabrielle, too. He didn’t have to spell out his feelings for her to understand them. They were too deeply ingrained for her not to comprehend.
“We’ll leave in a moment,” her mother said. “Derek, I’m so glad you can be honest with me and with yourself. It’s the mark of an honorable man. So can you assure me you won’t hurt my daughter again?”
Gabrielle shook her head, her heart pounding hard in her chest as Derek faced Juliette.
“I can assure you Gabrielle is well aware of my feelings and the situation we’re in,” he said, his explanation vague to her mother.
But crystal clear to Gabrielle.
THE GOOD PEOPLE OF STEWART and Perkins heard that a film crew was in town and turned out in droves for their chance to be on television, even if it was simply local TV and the only people who might see the segment were other locals. Gabrielle was a celebrity and everyone wanted their fifteen minutes of fame, too.
Even Derek’s father showed up for his opportunity.
“Think we should remind him he was one of the people who wanted me gone?” Gabrielle asked, laughing.
Derek shook his head. “It won’t do any good. My father has a shorter memory than his old dog’s.”
Gabrielle chuckled. “At least Kayla won’t have a difficult time weeding out who she can use in the documentary. I gave her a list of people who knew me, in the past and in the present.”
“So Hank just might be in luck after all.”
Gabrielle was certain Derek was right. His father was a prime candidate to talk about Gabrielle’s past in Stewart and the curse as it pertained to her book. Ironically,
As soon as Gabrielle was safe from Mary Perkins, Derek planned to walk away.
Again.
Unless she could convince him that by eliminating Mary Perkins as a threat, the curse, or rather the perception of the curse, would disappear with her.
One way or another, Gabrielle would know whether she was successful soon enough.
“Okay, folks, here’s the story.” Kayla’s voice interrupted Gabrielle’s thoughts.
For the past half hour, Kayla had walked around the Wave, surveying the bar and the people. She was all business, and she struck a commanding presence just as she intended. With her straightened strawberry-blond hair and white pantsuit, she stood out in the crowd.
When she barked orders, people listened. Most of the crowd stood in silence, waiting for her to continue. “As far as the camera crew is concerned, we’re concentrating on scenery for today. I want you to shoot footage of local hangouts, this place included. While you’re at it, get Gabrielle interacting with the locals. Tomorrow when we’re all fresh, we’ll move onto specific interviews. I want to work on the local flavor first.”
Billy, her head cameraman, nodded and began directing his crew.
Kayla was a pro at handling people. Gabrielle wasn’t bad herself, but she’d always admired her friend’s ability to deal with a situation by reading the people involved. Watching her work was a treat.
“Gabrielle, you go about your day, business as usual. Juliette, we won’t get to you today, but we can shoot you first thing tomorrow if that works. Otherwise you name the time and I’ll work around you. I’m sorry I made you come out here for no reason today. I never know what I’m going to want to do first until I get the lay of the land.”
Gabrielle’s mother, who’d taken a seat at the bar and was chatting with George, didn’t seem to mind that she’d driven out here for nothing. A people person, Juliette was enjoying herself immensely.
“How the hell are you going to go about your business with camera crews everywhere?” Derek asked.
Gabrielle shrugged. “Good question. I guess I’ll just do the best I can. I’ve seen Kayla work miracles with harder subjects than me. I’ll just try to ignore them.” She pulled out her laptop and was about to flip it open when she caught sight of the woman she’d come to think of as public enemy number one. “Look. Mary Perkins just walked in,” Gabrielle whispered to Derek.
He stiffened. Gabrielle knew he was still unhappy with the idea of antagonizing Mary Perkins, tempting Fate and the damn curse, but they had no choice.
“I have to admit that was faster than I thought it would be,” Gabrielle said. “I figured she’d lay low and see what the TV people intended before showing up.”
As they watched, the mayor, dressed immaculately in a summer linen suit with a flower pinned to her lapel, headed directly for Kayla, the head interviewer and lead on this project.
“Are you sure Kayla can handle her?” Derek asked.
“Yes. She’s been well versed on all the issues. Kayla might have come here to do a story on a local author, but she also knows the reason I asked. I’ve informed Kayla about our suspicions regarding the mayor, and told her to expect Mary to want to get herself featured prominently in the story. Since the subject is ‘A Day in the Life of an Author,’ Mary is going to have to be creative. I assume that she’ll want to give her opinion on my latest book and offer herself up as the resident expert on the curse-which is my current work in progress,” Gabrielle whispered, explaining to Derek what she’d told Kayla when pitching the project.
