Small-Town Homecoming. Lissa Manley

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      “Why, yes, I do, actually.” She slid a set of keys attached to a stretchy thing off her slender, age-spotted wrist and held them out to Curt. “The bags are in the trunk.”

      Curt took the keys, then crooked a thumb over his shoulder, looking at Sam. “You want to help me, bud?”

      “Yes!” Sam said, springing to his feet. “Can I push the button that opens the trunk?”

      “You bet,” Curt said.

      Miss Landry patted her purse, regarding Sam. “I have some candy in here. You can have a piece when you get back.”

      “Okay,” Sam said, tugging on Curt’s elbow. “Let’s go!”

      He and Sam went out to Miss Landry’s car, a huge baby blue boat of a luxury car, circa 1995. He noted that light blue seemed to be a theme with her.

      Sam gleefully pushed the button on the fob and the trunk popped open. He and Curt grabbed the bags in the trunk and carried them back into the house, setting them at the base of the oak staircase near the front door.

      Curt followed a skipping Sam back into the kitchen.

      “Excellent work, young man,” Miss Landry said to Sam. “Here’s your reward.” She handed Sam two snack-size candy bars.

      Sam took the candy.

      “What do you say, Sam?” Jenna asked.

      “Thank you,” Sam said dutifully.

      “Would you like some, Mr. Graham?” Miss Landry asked.

      “I never turn down chocolate.”

      Miss Landry dug two more pieces of candy out of her cavernous purse and handed them to Curt. “So, Jenna told me you grew up here in Moonlight Cove.”

      “Yes, that’s right,” Curt said, leaning a hip against the counter as he unwrapped the candy bar. “I’m here to run the Sports Shack for my brother Seth, while he and his family are in Seattle getting a new store set up.”

      “It’s too bad you couldn’t stay at his house.” Miss Landry turned to Jenna. “No offense, dear.”

      “None taken,” Jenna said.

      “I would have,” Curt replied, “but while Seth and his family are gone, they’re remodeling the house to add a bedroom for their new baby girl, and to bump out the kitchen, too. With construction going on, it made more sense to stay here.”

      “Ah, I see,” Miss Landry replied, nodding. “So, what took you away from this lovely burg, in the first place?”

      Miss Landry’s question hit him like a bullet and filled him with dread. Of course, he was going to have to explain things to people. But he couldn’t just blurt out the truth. It wasn’t as if he could say, “Oh, well, yes, I ran around town as a surly teen, creating trouble, crashed my motorcycle while drunk, and left with my tail between my legs and now I’m back ’cause I’m clean after three tries in rehab and I want to start over.”

      He settled for part of the truth. “I’m a musician, and I went to L.A. to play in a band.” The heady lifestyle of L.A. had called to him. Especially after what happened with Dad.

      “Hmm.” Miss Landry’s eyes sparkled. “A musician. I went steady with a musician once. He played piano.” She opened a candy bar. “What do you play, dear?”

      “Guitar.”

      Miss Landry nodded approvingly. “Excellent. An artist. And handsome. And single, I presume?”

      Curt could only nod.

      “Just as I thought—no ring.” Miss Landry slanted a glance at Jenna, who was checking the pies on the counter. “Are you paying attention, Jenna?”

      Curt’s jaw fell. Miss Landry wasn’t wasting any time at trying to get him and Jenna together, was she? He’d have to keep his eye on her. She was sharp and dating wasn’t on his to-do list. Staying on the straight and narrow and proving himself capable was.

      “Why, Miss Landry, are you matchmaking?” Jenna said without missing a beat.

      “Well, maybe just a bit,” Miss Landry said with a sheepish smile. “I don’t want someone as lovely as you to be alone forever.”

      “What makes you think I’m going to be alone forever?” Jenna asked, taking the teapot off the stove.

      Curt’s ears perked up.

      “Well,” Miss Landry said, “if you don’t come up with a more realistic checklist for the man you want, you’re never going to find him.”

      Curt frowned. Jenna had a man checklist?

      “I like to think I can keep my list and still find love eventually,” Jenna said, pouring boiling water into the flowered mug she’d set on the counter.

      Apparently, she did. Huh.

      “We’ll see,” Miss Landry replied with a quirk of her lips.

      Jenna’s comment reminded Curt that with his troubled history, he wasn’t sure any woman with any kind of checklist would be interested in him. No way. The scars of his past ran deep and would be hard—perhaps impossible—to overlook. And with small-town gossip at work, it wouldn’t be long before Jenna knew all about his checkered past—or maybe she already did. His gut clenched at that idea.

      Miss Landry turned to Curt. “So, what do you do for a living, aside from working with your brother? Music still?”

      He geared himself up for giving his rehearsed answer. “I’m between jobs right now, and I want to eventually go to school to become a therapist.” He owed his life to his drug counselor, Marv, and wanted to help others in the same way someday.

      “Oh, excellent. Very noble of you,” Miss Landry said with a warm look. “There’s always a need for compassionate listeners and advisers.”

      “Well, thank you.” Curt figured it was about time he did something worthwhile with his life.

      “Do you plan on staying in Moonlight Cove permanently?” Miss Landry asked, surreptitiously handing Sam another candy bar under the table. She winked at the boy. He grinned, showing he was missing his two front teeth.

      “I hope to,” he said, giving the easy answer. But in a small town like Moonlight Cove, people often didn’t forgive and forget. He’d need both and was worried neither was possible. “Seth knew I was looking for something here in town, so he offered me the store job to get me started. My goal is to get a permanent job at my brother’s store, and go to community college part-time to work on my psychology degree.” He definitely had a lot of hard work ahead of him. He liked to think he was ready for the challenge. Or as ready as he’d ever be.

      “And do you have family besides your brother still in town?”

      Jenna brought a steaming cup of tea over and set it in front of Miss Landry.

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