For Her Eyes Only Part 3. Шарон Сала

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      Defeated by the past week’s events, as well as by and the fight she’d had with Stone early yesterday morning, Jessica slumped where she sat.

      “If only the rest of Grand Springs could see me like that. All they see is some crazy witch.”

      Noah frowned. He’d heard the gossip about Jessica Hanson, and about her visions coming true, and while he’d like to think it was nothing more than that, he’d been far too close a witness to her first correct prediction to scoff. Olivia Stuart did have a needle mark on the back of her leg, just as Jessica had proclaimed. Olivia’s death was not natural. Someone killed her.

      “You know, an old professor told me something once that I’ve never forgotten,” Noah said. “He said, as long as you know who you are, it doesn’t really matter what the rest of the world thinks about you.”

      Jessica sighed. “I guess that’s my problem,” she said softly. “I don’t know myself. Why would I expect the rest of the world to get a grip when I’ve lost my own?”

      “I could recommend some therapy, if you think it would help.”

      She grinned wryly. “Unless your shrink has a crystal ball on his desk, I don’t think we’d have much to say to each other.”

      He almost laughed. “You’ve got a good attitude. I’m sure everything will work itself out.”

      Jessica left the doctor, minus her stitches, but still carrying the wound Stone had left in her heart. And, after a week off at home, it felt strange to be going back to work. Her nerves tightened as she turned into the parking lot at Squaw Creek Lodge. Mr. Dolby knew she was due in today, but she dreaded the confrontation. Yet when she walked in her office, the familiar surroundings went a long way toward helping her relax.

      As she hung her jacket on a hook, she couldn’t help but glance down. One thing had changed, and for the better. The bloodstain on the carpet was gone. And it looked as if whoever they’d called in from temporary services hadn’t moved a thing. There was no work stacked on her desk, nothing seemed out of place. She started to relax. Maybe for once, something was about to go right.

      A bouquet of fresh flowers was on the corner of her desk. She lifted the card, a smile of appreciation spreading across her face as she read. It was a “welcome back” bouquet from the staff. She leaned forward, inhaling the aroma of sweet peas and roses and baby’s breath, then looked up as the door suddenly opened.

      It was Sheila, carrying a cinnamon roll and a fresh cup of coffee.

      “Shoot,” she said. “I didn’t know you were already here. I was going to surprise you.”

      Jessica pointed to what Sheila was holding. “If that’s for me, I’d be glad to go out and come in again.”

      Sheila giggled. “You better not. It smells so good, I might break down and eat it before you got back.”

      “Then, thank you,” Jessica said as Sheila set it down on her desk.

      There was a long pause as the two women looked at each other, each remembering how Jessica had a vision of Sheila’s kitchen on fire and alerted Sheila so fast that the firemen were able to save the house.

      Finally, Sheila waved her hand. “Eat. Drink. You’ll need sustenance to prepare yourself for Dolby’s new do.”

      Jessica thought of the manager’s last hairpiece and grimaced. “Don’t tell me he’s changed it again.”

      Sheila arched an eyebrow. “I won’t have to. When you see him, believe me, you’ll understand.”

      It was nearly noon before Jessica had a chance to see what Sheila had been talking about, and when she did, she was heartily glad she’d been forewarned.

      Jeffery Dolby was strutting as he came toward her. Jessica knew she was staring, but it was impossible to stop. He’d dyed his eyebrows to match the new hairpiece. Wiry and yellow, it sat on his head like a straw nest on the forked branch of a tree; firmly planted, but out of place. Jeffery Dolby had gone blond.

      “Miss Hanson, welcome back, welcome back!” Dolby said, and thrust out his hand, engulfing hers within his grasp. “Sheila said you were here, but we’ve been so busy this morning, I haven’t had time to welcome you personally.”

      Jessica bit the inside of her mouth to keep from grinning and fixed her focus on the bridge of his nose, rather than what was above it.

      “Thank you, Mr. Dolby. It’s good to be back. Oh, and the flowers are beautiful. Please give everyone my thanks.”

      He smiled and pointed to her head. “I see you got your stitches out.”

      She fingered the edge of her hairline and the small scar that would soon be concealed with a new growth of hair.

      “Yes. This morning. And I can’t say I was sorry to see them go.”

      He patted his hair and then did a little two-step, as if shifting gears before moving on.

      “I trust all was in order in your office when you returned.”

      She tried looking at his chin instead of the fuzzy blond hair above his nose, but it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, her gaze kept moving back to the changes in Dolby’s appearance. When she met his gaze, she realized he was still waiting for her reply.

      “Oh! The office! Yes! Everything was fine, and thank you for giving me the week off to recuperate.”

      His eyebrows wiggled like yellow caterpillars on a fishhook. “Think nothing of it. If you find yourself with slack time, don’t hesitate to take the occasional early day home until you feel you’re back to normal. You’re a fine employee. We’d hate to lose you.”

      She nodded. The idea of going home early now and then might be wise, especially until she got back in the swing of a regular routine.

      “Well now,” Dolby said, patting the front of his suit. “I’ve a luncheon meeting. I mustn’t be late. Again, welcome back.”

      He strode away, leaving Jessica alone in the hall. Only after he was completely out of sight did she let herself react. She smiled, then chuckled, and then laughed outright. And she was still giggling to herself when she turned the corner and walked straight into Stone Richardson’s arms.

      “Oh!”

      Her gasp was as much from surprise as from the unexpected contact. When his fingers curled around her arms to steady her, she found herself wanting to throw her arms around his neck and give him a welcome he wouldn’t forget. But then she remembered the way that they’d parted, and all her joy in seeing him again was tempered with reserve.

      Inside, Stone was scared half out of his mind. The last thing on earth he could face was losing Jessie Leigh.

      “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

      She searched the intensity of his gaze. He looked as miserable as she felt, and she reached out and touched the side of his face.

      “And I didn’t mean to scare you, either.”

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