The Redemption Of Lillie Rourke. Loree Lough

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      Why did she suddenly feel sixteen again, explaining that she’d never stay out past curfew, ever, ever again?

      “We just want what’s best for you, is all. You had us real worried there for a while. But if you say you’re cured—”

      She hated to burst his bubble, but Lillie had to be up-front with him. “I wish there was a cure, Dad, but the fact is, I’m an addict. I’ll always be an addict, even after I’m old and gray and rocking on Mom’s new screened porch. But you have my word, I’ll never use again.”

      There. It was out. Sadly, she’d need to repeat the little speech to reaffirm it for her mother and siblings. And Jase, whom she’d yet to apologize to. Something told her that no matter how many times she said it, the reassurance wouldn’t get any easier.

      Lillie squared her shoulders. “So how are things at the inn? Are you overrun with guests?”

      “Actually, just one old couple this weekend. They’d booked last year. It’s an annual thing for them, anniversary celebration. Once they check out, we’ll shut down for the next couple of months, you know, so the contractors won’t disturb anybody.”

      “Contractors? Since when do you let someone else wield a hammer in your house!”

      “Since I won the lottery.”

      “Wait. The lottery? You’re kidding!”

      He held up his right hand. “As God is my witness. My ticket came in. After taxes, I raked in a cool half a million. More than enough to make all your mother’s dreams come true. And even though you didn’t cost me a dime, you’re one of those dreams, you know.”

      They’d stayed in touch. Emails. Phone calls. FaceTime. Why was this the first she’d heard about something that big?

      Stop thinking of yourself, Lill.

      Her folks had worked hard all their lives and deserved a big break. She smiled.

      He grabbed her hand again. “And now that you’re home and healthy? Well, that’s the cherry on life’s sundae. Speaking of desserts, that’s just one of the reasons she didn’t come with me to pick you up.” The car’s interior rattled as he let out a piercing, two-note whistle. “That woman has been cooking and baking for days. All your favorites.”

      “That’s sweet of her. But I hope she isn’t ignoring her art because of me. She’s still painting, right?”

      “Not as often as she’d like, but yes, she adds a canvas to her gallery now and then.”

      “You mean she finally turned that old parlor room into a studio?”

      “Yup. It looks good, I tell ya, and the guests agree. A few talked her into giving them lessons. They were happy with their paintings. You’d think that would inspire the cheapskates to buy one of hers, but no such luck.”

      “But they will.”

      “Right. There’s always hope, isn’t there.”

      She took the comment to heart, because hope was about the only thing Lillie had left.

      “You’re not still planning to get a second job, are you, kitten?”

      The way Lillie saw it, she didn’t have a choice. Her parents had always been so generous and forgiving, and she didn’t want to take advantage. “I’ll look around, see what’s available.”

      “Well, don’t be in a big rush. Give yourself time to adjust to being back. Hasn’t been all that long since you left the rehab center.”

      It had been more than a year. The minute her counselor felt it was safe for her to leave, she’d gone to work for Pete, waiting tables, scheduling the staff and pitching in wherever else she was needed. It was the least she could do since he’d refused to accept rent for the tiny apartment above the pub. Between her salary—and Pete had been more than generous—and tips, Lillie had saved enough to repay everyone.

      Almost everyone.

      “How are Molly and Matt?”

      “They’re good. Planning a world cruise once school is out.”

      She pictured her little sister, a miniature version of herself, married to a guy who could easily be a Ravens linebacker. Since he and Molly couldn’t have children, they’d decided to save up and travel, instead.

      “Wow. I can hardly wait to hear about this trip. And how are the Sams?” The fact that her brother Sam had married a woman named Samantha had, for years, been at the root of much good-natured teasing.

      “They’re great, too. Got a new dog.”

      “A mutt, like Beano?”

      “No, she’s a Yorkie. Or so their vet says. Clem’s kinda yappy, but that’s to be expected of a pooch you could carry in your pocket.”

      “They named her Clem?” Lillie laughed, picturing a tiny canine answering to the name. “Let me guess...it was Kassie’s idea.”

      “She found her at the playground, shivering under the merry-go-round. Tucked the critter into her backpack, and the minute her mother got an eyeful of her, it was all over. They took pictures and tacked lost dog signs all over the place, put ads in the paper, posted on Facebook. But when no one claimed her...”

      “No microchip?”

      “Nope. But she has one now.”

      That didn’t surprise Lillie one bit. Her sister-in-law, an in-home nurse, gave new meaning to the term caretaker. How she managed to work full-time, run a household, care for a cat and two dogs and keep track of the twins’ playdates and soccer practices, Lillie didn’t know.

      “Do you mind stopping at the Flower Basket on the way home? I’d like to get Mom a little something.”

      “Why? It isn’t her birthday.” He glanced at her again, and feigning panic, added, “Is it?”

      “Relax. No. But Sunday is Mother’s Day. I got her a little something, but I know how much she loves orchids, so...” She shrugged. A bouquet couldn’t make up for years of heartache and disappointment, but it was a start.

      “I have something in my suitcase for you, too,” she told Liam.

      “Kitten, you didn’t have to do that. I’m just happy that you’re home and...”

      His voice trailed off, so Lillie finished for him: “...home, and drug-free...”

      He recoiled slightly at the phrase.

      “You don’t have to tiptoe around my addiction, Dad. If you or Mom have questions, feel free to ask. And if you have things you’d like to say, by all means, say them. I can take it. And anyway, you deserve the truth.”

      Nodding, he turned into the florist’s parking lot. “Good to know.” After rolling down the windows, Liam said, “Want me to come in with you?”

      “Sure. СКАЧАТЬ