The Hero's Sin. Darlene Gardner

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      He released the man’s arm and shoved him. The man stumbled backward, nearly falling before catching his balance.

      “Go drink some black coffee,” Michael ordered harshly.

      The man’s face, slack from too much alcohol, filled with what looked like hatred. “Go back where you came from,” he muttered. “No one wants you here.”

      It looked as though the man was thinking about initiating another attack, but he rejected the notion, returning to the VFW hall on unsteady feet.

      “You.” He pointed at Sara as he passed her, his finger shaky. “You should watch who you ’sociate with.”

      “I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Without waiting for his response, she walked to where Michael was bending down to pick up his suit jacket from the pavement.

      Michael straightened, his suit jacket in hand, and gave her a wry look. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

      She looked toward the hall, confirming that the troublemaker had disappeared inside the building. “What I saw was you keeping that jerk from making trouble at your friend’s wedding.”

      “I won’t argue with you there. Kenny Grieb’s bad news when he’s drunk.”

      “What does he have against you?” Sara asked.

      “A grudge,” Michael said, “which is why I’m leaving.”

      She’d half expected him to be gone already when she came looking for him, but his declaration seemed to knock the wind from her. “What if I asked you not to go yet?”

      “I wish things were different.” His eyes ran over her face like a caress. “But for your sake I should have left hours ago. I’m not exactly Mr. Popular.”

      She couldn’t argue with that, but not everybody inside the hall had been hostile. Excluding the Pollocks, Michael hadn’t reached out to a single person. “You’re not exactly Mr. Congeniality either.”

      He stared at her for a moment, then broke into a laugh. “Are you always this blunt?”

      “Not always,” she said, “but usually.”

      If she completely spoke her mind, she’d ask for details about why some people had a problem with him. Because she sensed the topic was a raw spot, she could wait until he was ready to tell her.

      “Do you have a problem with an outspoken woman?” she asked.

      “I have a problem with a woman jeopardizing her reputation in town by hanging out with me.”

      “What reputation?” she retorted. “I just moved here. I don’t have a reputation.”

      “You should be building one, and a wedding’s a good place to start.” He gestured toward the hall. “It’s not too late. Go network, make some new friends.”

      “I can make friends tomorrow or the next day or the day after that,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere. But you are.”

      “That’s right.” He looked toward the parking lot, then at her. If she hadn’t read regret in his gaze, she might have let him go.

      “You don’t have to go until tomorrow morning, right? You don’t have anything pressing you need to do tonight? Anywhere you need to be?”

      He narrowed his eyes as though it was a trick question. “No,” he said slowly.

      “Then you can walk me home, because I’m leaving the reception, too.” She headed through the parking lot to the sidewalk adjacent to the street, her stomach turning somersaults at the prospect he might refuse. She didn’t know why she couldn’t let him leave just yet; she just knew that she couldn’t. “Coming?” she called over her shoulder.

      She reached the sidewalk before conceding that he wasn’t following her. She took a deep breath, then turned around. He stood with his jacket in hand, his face half in shadows.

       This is it, she thought, a lump forming in her throat.

       This is goodbye.

      “I can’t leave my car here,” he said. “Kenny Grieb knows where it’s parked.”

      She released the breath she’d been holding, alleviating the strain on her lungs. Without letting him in on the relief that made her legs feel weak, she strode toward him on her high-heeled shoes.

      “Then let’s move your car,” she said.

      M ICHAEL FELT as though he’d been transported to an alternate universe.

      After Sara directed him to a parking space in a lot adjacent to a real-estate office, they’d taken a sidewalk that led through the heart of Indigo Springs. Despite architecture dating back more than a hundred years, he barely recognized the town.

      “Tell me again why we didn’t park in the block where you live,” Michael said.

      “I said you could walk me home, not drive me home,” she said. A woman who knew her own mind, he thought.

      Restaurants, only a few of which were familiar, were doing a brisk business. Photographers, crafters, glass blowers and painters had taken over previously abandoned storefronts. A bike shop seemed to be on every block. People who looked like tourists strolled the sidewalks.

      “What happened to the sleepy town I remember?” Michael asked as they passed the red and white awning of an ice-cream shop. “This hardly seems like the same place.”

      “It woke up,” Sara said. “Mostly because of the mountain-bikers and the hikers. At least, according to my real-estate agent. She said prices are low enough here for people to afford second homes.”

      Even with the evidence of change all around, Michael had a tough time accepting that the heart of the town was different. Especially when they approached Abe’s General Store, a place that seemed frozen in time, right down to the red door with the hand-painted welcome sign.

      Memories of his arms being roughly wrenched behind his back and the police taking him away in handcuffs came stampeding back, and he wished he was anywhere but here.

      Correction: He wished they were anywhere but here.

      He couldn’t regret spending time with a woman like Sara Brenneman, even though their relationship couldn’t go any further than her front door.

      “Are you a mountain-biker? Is that why you moved here?” He kept his gaze straight ahead as they passed the general store, unwilling to resurrect any more bad memories.

      “I moved here because I fell in love.”

      Jealousy hit him hard, a ridiculous reaction, especially because he should have known a woman like her was spoken for. “You have a boyfriend?”

      “I meant I fell in love with the town,” she said, laughing, and he could breathe again. “At first sight, too. I stopped to visit Penelope on the way back to Washington, D.C., from СКАЧАТЬ