Her Hometown Redemption. Rachel Brimble

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      Marian narrowed her eyes, all friendliness vanishing from her gaze. “Answers to what?”

      “I don’t want to talk about it.”

      Tanya’s heart picked up speed. She needed answers to everything. Answers to who she was. Answers to where the man who hurt Sasha now hid. Answers about the depth of Liam’s pain and what she could do to atone for the careless way she’d treated him and their love.

      Marian cleared her throat and stood, sliding her purse from the desk and hitching the strap onto her shoulder. “The Cove is a good and safe place for anyone needing protection and kindness, but both need to be earned. You’d be wise to let others in. Prove you can be trusted with their offers of help. Because, believe me, the offers will come.

      “When I came in here, I was prepared for a showdown with what I had been told was one hard-nosed ball breaker. You’re a pussycat. A pussycat whose eyes tell me she’s afraid of her own shadow. You’re afraid to admit you’re as vulnerable and scared as the rest of us. Take my advice. Take off the mask and let us see the ugly. We won’t run away, promise.”

      Tanya stayed perfectly still as she battled the trembling in her body. She would not weaken. She would not reveal a single indication of how much Marian had rattled her. The older woman ran her gaze over Tanya’s face and hair before giving a knowing nod and heading for the door.

      Counting the seconds, Tanya concentrated on breathing until Marian stepped out onto the street and closed the door behind her.

      Tanya released her held breath.

      Now what? Was Marian right? Did Tanya need to take off the mask and start making some confessions and apologies already?

      Her stomach knotted, but Tanya pulled back her shoulders. She would seek out the people she had ignored, rejected and judged. She would own what she had done and hope they accepted her apologies. If they couldn’t, then she would learn to accept that and do everything in her power to ensure she never acted cruelly again.

      It was time to take action in every area of her plans, not just with the Party Place.

      * * *

      IT NEARED SIX o’clock by the time Liam walked along the sidewalk toward his office. The day’s blazing heat had yet to subside more than a degree or two, and his shirt stuck to his back like paper saturated in glue.

      He stared at the facade of Tanya’s office. The blinds were drawn, as they’d been when he’d left for court hours before, yet he sensed her still inside.

      Indecision battled with common sense as he glanced at the closed front door. All afternoon he’d alternated between concentrating on what people were saying to him at the courthouse, to wondering what Marian’s visit with Tanya had been about. More important, what Marian had said to her. The stark vulnerability and pleading in Tanya’s eyes when he’d been at her apartment remained branded on his mind. Marian was a fireball of a woman who should come with a warning.

      Eight years ago, he wouldn’t have wasted a moment’s thought about whether or not Tanya could handle Marian. However, the Tanya of today was an entirely different matter. He understood she’d had her share of difficulties since she’d left the Cove, but concern she wasn’t fully over them continued to nag at his consciousness.

      He inhaled deeply and looked both ways along the street before he strode toward Tanya’s office. This was it. If he knocked on her door, he was in for the long haul. Whatever was really going on with Tanya, he would get to the bottom of it and help her...because whatever it was, it spelled trouble. That much he was certain of, even if everything else about her was causing a mess of feelings in his gut.

      He rapped his knuckles on the door before trying the handle just as Marian had that afternoon when she’d walked straight inside.

      The door was locked.

      Liam waited for an indication that the office was empty, but he only became more certain that Tanya was inside.

      He knocked a second time.

      Nothing.

      He stepped toward the window and peered through the small gap between the frame and the closed blind. An array of glass display cabinets stood side by side, waiting to be filled with whatever party planners filled cabinets with, as well as a rolled rug or carpet. He was about to pull back and get his ass over to his own office where it belonged, when a very female shadow passed over the cabinets. Judging by the curve of breasts he remembered only too well, Tanya had just made herself visible. He smiled. “Got you.”

      He walked back to the door and bent down, pushing open the letter box. “Tanya, open up. I know you’re in there. Look, I just want to talk to you, okay?” Liam darted his gaze over the gleaming white floor tiles and a stack of boxes. “If you’re still upset about the whole ‘tossing you on the couch’ thing, I’m sor—”

      A brief glance of black denim–clad legs whipped into his limited vision before a lock clicked. Tanya flung the door open with such force he nearly fell face-first onto her office floor. He gripped the doorjamb and straightened.

      Her sad, dark brown eyes bored into his. “You’re right. We do need to talk.”

      “Good, because—”

      “She’s right.”

      Liam frowned. “Who?”

      “Marian.”

      “Ah. She bulldozed you, right? She talked so much sense at such speed you now feel like you’ve done something wrong, or not quick enough, or not the right way. We’ve all been on the receiving end of that. It’s what Marian does best.”

      She crossed her arms. “Why do I get the impression you’re finding it funny that I’m her latest victim?”

      He smiled. “You could never be anyone’s victim, but that doesn’t mean I want you upset by anyone, either.”

      “Right.”

      He frowned. “Are you okay?”

      She blinked. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

      His smile dissolved and something inside kicked painfully. “What?”

      “I’m sorry for a lot of things, but I’m sorry for hurting you most of all.”

      When a tear slipped down her cheek, Liam reached for her before he could think just how stupid a mistake that might be. “Hey, come here.”

      He dropped his briefcase and pulled her into his arms. She lowered her head onto his chest, her body trembling. What the hell had Marian said to her? He gently maneuvered Tanya inside.

      Keeping one hand on hers, Liam leaned down to retrieve his briefcase before kicking the door closed. Dropping the case a second time and leading Tanya to a low wooden cabinet, he lifted her up and settled her on top of it. Her knees parted and he stood between them...just the way he used to.

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