Forbidden Ground. Karen Harper

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      “I think I know what your big wedding surprise is,” Kate Lockwood told her younger sister. “You’re not the only one in this family who can solve a mystery. It’s either you’ve finally decided to share with your maid of honor, moi, where you and Gabe are going on your honeymoon or that you’re going to have Detective Vic Reingold give the bride away. After all, he’s helped you out twice. I’m betting on the latter. Or is it bridal jitters in general?” Kate asked, leaning closer across their restaurant table. “Tell me.”

      “I’m going to. I have to,” Tess said, suddenly looking as if she was going to cry amid this celebration. “Actually, I wanted a public place to explain it all so you don’t go crazy.”

      “Go crazy? You’re not having second thoughts, not after all you and Gabe have been through?”

      “Of course not! Never that. I love Gabe, and we’ve got the perfect life planned out together.”

      The Lockwood sisters sat in the back booth of the Little Italy Restaurant in their hometown of Cold Creek, Ohio, on a rainy June afternoon, four days before Tess’s wedding to Falls County Sheriff Gabe McCord. Kate, who’d lived and worked in the British Isles this year and had flown in only yesterday, had to laugh at the European name and decor of this place, plunked right in the heart of rural southern Ohio on the edge of Appalachia.

      Although the Lockwood family’s beginnings in this small town had been humble, Kate was used to the international world of academia, where she loved research and fieldwork in her area of anthropology. She was looking forward to writing a book and teaching again at the college level. She knew she’d done well as one of the youngest professors in the country, but it was always onward and upward for her. Her East Coast schooling and Phi Beta Kappa résumé had opened doors in Europe for her studies of the Celtic civilization.

      Kate hoped being here for the wedding would give her a chance to pursue her theory that the Celts might be linked to the prehistoric but advanced Adena civilization that had lived in this area and left behind burial mounds. The scattered, man-made hills she’d played on as a child could house skeletons and grave goods to help prove her theory and really make her name. Her stomach always cramped with excitement at that thought, but right now it was more important to calm her sister’s nerves.

      “It’s about the party tonight,” Tess went on. “I need to let you know before someone brings it up. Char knows, so you should, too.”

      Char was their middle sister, who was yet to arrive for the wedding. Kate was thirty, Charlene twenty-six and Tess twenty-four. It unsettled Kate a bit that the youngest of them was so in love when she herself had never really needed a man—except her mentor, Carson Cantrell, at the university, but she’d left the country before permanent plans had come from that. The two older Lockwood sisters were married only to their careers. Char, a social worker in New Mexico among the Navajo, was the family’s bleeding heart, but she understood Kate’s dedication to her career.

      As the oldest, Kate liked to keep control of things. She’d felt that way ever since their father deserted the family years ago. Now Mom had died and wouldn’t be here for this happy event—maybe happy, because Tess suddenly looked as if she was going to cry. Kate shoved the bread basket aside, reached across the table and covered Tess’s clenched hands with hers.

      “I guess I’d better just say it,” Tess blurted. “Gabe says that’s the best.”

      “Are you pregnant? Tess, honey, you’re not showing, and you wouldn’t be the first bride over the ages of civilizations to—”

      “No, not that. I know you always take the long view of things—over the ages, the historic, but—Kate, I’ve asked Dad to come here and give me away for the wedding.”

      Kate gasped and squeezed Tess’s hands. “Our dad?”

      It was an utterly ridiculous thing to say, but she was hoping she’d heard wrong or that it was some sort of joke. She felt as if she’d been slapped. She released Tess’s hands and sat back hard against the wooden seat. Dr. Kathryn Lockwood always had something to say, but for a moment, she was speechless. Then the words poured out.

      “Tess, are you serious? The father who deserted us when we were in desperate need of him after your kidnapping? The man who blamed our mother when you were taken? The man who, for heaven’s sake, had an affair with your groom’s mother—and she’ll be here tomorrow and at the wedding? The man who will then be in the same wedding photos we’ll have for decades? At least you didn’t just spring him on us when he waltzed in! ‘Oh, Kate and Char, look who’s here!’”

      Several others in the restaurant looked their way. The server, who had been approaching the table with their salads, did a U-turn back toward the kitchen. Kate finally shut her mouth, propped her elbows on the table and leaned her head in her hands.

      Tess spoke, her voice shaky. “Like I said, I told Char already. She was surprised, too, but she’s okay with it. I’ve reconciled with him—Dad—over the phone these last months. He’s sorry. He knows he did a lot of things wrong. He’s rebuilt his life in Oregon with his wife, Gwen. I’ve talked to her, and she sounds really kind and understanding.”

      “And I guess I’m not.” Kate looked up, now clenching her hands in her lap so she wouldn’t pound on the table. “I hope she can trust him not to cheat on her and then abandon her and their kids. He does have children with her, doesn’t he? Is he bringing them?”

      “Yes, two sons, Josh and Jerod. They’re seven and five. He wants them to see where he grew up and to meet all of us. I know how hard you took it—the things he did. You above all, but it’s my wedding day, and a father should give his daughter away. Don’t you want to patch things up and see him again?”

      Kate almost said that she’d much rather have a long-dead Adena warrior resurrected from one of their burial mounds around here, but she managed to keep her mouth shut on that.

      “So,” Kate said, her voice calmer now. “He’ll be at the center of things, not just a guest.”

      “You mean everyone will talk about the Lockwoods again?”

      “I don’t care what people around here say. Really. And obviously, Gabe is okay with СКАЧАТЬ