"Diane McCoy. It still bothers you that you couldn't help her. That she wouldn't let you help her. "
"There are a lot of Diane McCoys out there. "
She nodded. "All right. But even if public sentiment falls on my side, there are still legalities. "
"We'll handle them, one at a time. As far as the insurance, they'll get their money back. We'll pay it back if we have to. We'll do what we have to do together. "
When she heard that, a weight lifted. "I don't know where to start. "
He rose, came around to her, crouched at her feet. "I want you to do this for me. That's selfish, but I can't help it. But I want you to do it for yourself, too. Be sure. "
"I'll be Nell Todd. I'll have a name I want. "
She saw his expression alter, the deepening of emotion in his gaze, and knew she had never been more sure of anything. "I'm afraid of him, and I can't help that either. But I think I realize I'll never stop until this is done. I want to live with you. I want to sit out on the porch at night and look at the stars. I want that beautiful ring you bought me on my finger. I want so many things with you I thought I'd never have. I'm scared, and I want to stop being scared. "
"I know a lawyer in Boston. We'll call him, and we'll start. "
"Okay. " She let out a breath. "Okay. "
"There's one thing I can take care of right now. " He straightened, walked over and opened a drawer in his desk. Her heart gave a lovely little flutter when she saw the box in his hand. "I've been carting this around with me, putting it in here, or in my dresser at home. Let's put it where it belongs. "
She got to her feet, held out her hand. "Yes, let's. "
***
Her stomach was jumping when she left to walk back to the bookstore. But there was anticipation tangled with the nerves. And every time she looked down at the deep blue stone on her finger, anticipation won.
She walked in, sent a wave to Lulu, and practically floated upstairs to Mia's office.
"I need to tell you. "
Mia turned from her keyboard. "All right. I could spoil your moment by saying congratulations and I know you'll be very happy together, but I won't. "
"You saw my ring. "
"Little sister, I saw your face. " However jaded she considered herself about love, the sight of it warmed her heart. "But I want to see the ring. " She leaped up, snatched Nell's left hand. "A sapphire. " She couldn't stop the sigh. "It's a love gift. As a ring it sends out healing, and can also be used as protection against evil. Beyond all that, it's a doozy. " She kissed Nell on either cheek. "I'm happy for you. "
"We talked to a lawyer, someone Zack knows in Boston. My lawyer now. He's going to help me with the complications, and with the divorce. He's going to file a restraining order against Evan. I know it's only a piece of paper. "
"It's a symbol. There's power in that. "
"Yeah. In a day or two, once he's got everything in place, he'll contact Evan. So he'll know. With or without a restraining order, he'll come, Mia. I know he will. "
"You may be right. " Was this what she'd been feeling, the dread, the building of pressure?
The last leaves had died, and the first snow had yet to fall.
"But you're prepared, and you're not alone. Zack and Ripley will meet every ferry that comes here after he's been contacted. If you don't plan to move in with Zack right away, then you'll stay with me. Tomorrow's the Sabbat, Ripley's agreed to participate. When the circle's joined, he can't break it. That I can promise you. "
***
She intended to tell Ripley next, if she could find her. But the minute Nell stepped outside, she was stricken with a wave of nausea that rolled thick and greasy through her belly. She staggered a little, sweat popping out on her skin. With no choice, she leaned back against the wall of the building and waited for it to pass.
When the worst of it eased, she regulated her breathing. The jitters, she told herself. Everything was going to start happening now, and happening very fast. There'd be no turning back. There would be questions, and press, and stares, murmurs even from people she'd come to know.
It was natural to be a little queasy.
She looked down at her ring again, the hopeful glint of it, and the lingering dregs of sickness passed.
She would find Ripley later, she decided. Right now she was going to buy a bottle of champagne and the makings for a good Yankee pot roast.
***
Evan drove off the ferry and onto Three Sisters as Nell leaned weakly against the wall of the bookstore. He surveyed the docks, disinterested. The beach, unimpressed. Following the instructions he'd been given, he drove to High Street and pulled up in front of the Magick Inn.
A hole-in-the-wall in a town suitable for middle-class Currier and Ives buffs, he judged. He got out of the car, studied the street, just as Nell turned the corner into the market.
He walked inside, and checked in.
He'd booked a suite, but found no charm in the coffered ceilings, the lovingly preserved antiques. He detested the fussiness of such rooms, preferring the streamlined, the modern. The art, if one could call it that, ran to misty watercolors and seascapes. The mini-bar didn't hold his favored brand of mineral water.
And the view? He could see nothing but beach and water, noisy gulls and what he supposed were fishing boats run by locals.
Dissatisfied, he walked to the parlor. From there he could see the curve of the land and the sudden sharp jut of cliffs where the lighthouse stood. He noted the stone house as well and wondered what type of idiot would choose to live in such an isolated spot.
Then he found himself squinting. There seemed to be some sort of light dappling through the trees. A trick of the eye, he decided, already bored.
In any case, he had hardly come for the scenery, thank the Lord. He'd come to look for Helen or to satisfy himself that what was left of her was still at the bottom of the Pacific. On an island this size, he was sure he could get the task done in a day.
He unpacked, meticulously hanging his clothes so that each garment was aligned precisely one inch from the next. He set out his toiletries, including his triple-milled soap. He never used the amenities offered in hotels. Even the idea of it revolted him.
And last, he set the framed photograph of his wife on the bureau. He leaned over, kissed the curved bow of her mouth through the glass.
"If you're here, darling Helen, I'll find you. "
On his way out, he made a reservation for dinner. The only meal he found acceptable to eat in a hotel room was breakfast.
He stepped out, turned left, just as Nell, with her two bags of groceries, swung around the end of the block to the right, toward home.
***
It was, Nell was sure, the happiest morning of her life. The sky was silver, with sweeps and rises of rose and gold and deep red. Her lawn was carpeted with leaves that would crunch merrily underfoot and had left the trees bare and spooky. Which was perfect for an island Halloween.
She had a man sleeping in her bed who had shown his appreciation for a good pot roast in a very satisfactory way.
Muffins were baking, the wind was shivering, and she was prepared to face her demons.
She would be leaving her little cottage behind soon, and that she would miss. But the idea of setting up housekeeping with Zack made up for it.
They would spend Christmas together, she thought. Maybe even be married by then if all the legal tangles could be unraveled.
She wanted to be married outside, in the air. It was impractical, but it was what she wanted. She would wear a long dress, of velvet. Blue velvet. And carry a spray of white flowers. The people she had come to know would all be there to bear witness.
While she daydreamed, the cat meowed piteously.
"Diego. " She bent down, stroked him. He was
no kitten now but a sleek young cat. "I forgot to feed you. I'm very scattered of brain today," she told him. "I'm in love, and I'm getting married. You'll come to live with us in our house by the sea, and make friends with Lucy. "
She got out his kibble, filling his bowl while he wound excitedly through her legs.
"A woman who talks to her cat could be considered strange. "
Nell didn't jump, which pleased both of them. Instead she rose and walked to Zack, who stood in the doorway. "He might be my familiar. But I'm told that'll be up to him. Good morning, Sheriff Todd. "
"Good morning, Ms. Channing. Can I buy a cup of coffee and a muffin?"
"Payment first. "
He came to her, wrapped her up in a long, deep kiss. "That do it?"
"Oh, yeah. Just let me give you your change. " She drew him down again, lingered over the taste of him. "I'm so happy. "
***
At precisely eight-thirty, Evan sat down to a breakfast of sweetened coffee, fresh orange juice, an egg-white omelette, and two slices of whole wheat toast.
He'd already made use of the hotel health club, such as it was. He had only glanced at the pool. He disliked using public swimming pools, but had considered it until he'd seen it was already being used. A long, lean brunette was streaking through the water. As if she was in a race, he'd thought.
He'd only caught glimpses of her face as she turned it rhythmically in and out of the water in time with her strokes.
And he didn't see, as he dismissed her and walked away, her sudden loss of pace. The way she pulled up in the water as if gathering for attack. How she shoved her goggles, treading water as she looked around for what had felt like an enemy.
He'd showered in his room, dressed in a pale gray sweater and dark slacks. He glanced at his watch, ready to be annoyed if his meal should be above one minute late.
But it arrived, just as requested. He didn't chat with the waiter. He never did such foolish things. The man was paid to deliver food, not to fraternize with guests.
He enjoyed his breakfast, surprised that he could find no fault with it, as he read the morning paper and listened to the news on the parlor television.