The Sheriff's Second Chance

“Dad called?”

“Yes, after you left the restaurant.”

Huh? “Mom, a minute ago you said that he didn’t call.”

She blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. You said that he must have forgotten to call.”

Her mom sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s this darned migraine medicine. It makes me loopy sometimes. What I meant was, he forgot to tell me about the papers. But, yes, he did call.”

That must have been some powerful stuff she was taking. “So, I’m off the hook?”

“Yes, he’s all set for the day shift.”

As much as she wanted to help her parents, she was relieved. It was too much too soon. “I do have a few errands to run. Although I no longer have a car to run them with.”

Her mom tucked the first-aid kit back into the pantry. “Take my car—I won’t be using it.”

“Are you sure?”

“But only if you promise to bring home a gallon of milk. We ran out last night.”

At first she thought her mom was kidding, since she had been the one to send Caitie out that morning. “Mom, you know I got the milk already.”

“You did?”

This was no joke. Her blank expression said she had no idea what Caitie was talking about. “Remember, I forgot the diner key, and it was so early everything in town was still closed, so I had to drive all the way to the twenty-four-hour store at the service station on the highway.”

With a frown her mom pulled the fridge open, and there on the shelf sat the gallon of 2 percent milk. “Darned medication,” she muttered. “I would lose a limb if they weren’t all sewn on.”

“Do they have any idea what’s causing you to have so many headaches?”

“It could be a hormone imbalance, since it seems to coincide with menopause.”

“Have you thought to try homeopathic remedies? Holistic medicine? Maybe you could try cutting processed foods from your diet. Or gluten.”

“I’ll definitely consider that,” she said, though to Caitie it sounded as if her mom was humoring her.

Her mom walked to the stove and lifted the lid off the pan, giving the sauce another stir. She looked fine, but something just seemed...off. Something other than chronic headaches.

“Is everything okay?” Caitie asked.

Her mom turned to her and smiled. “Of course, honey.”

She sounded genuine, so why didn’t Caitie believe her? Could she and Caitie’s dad be having problems?

Her parents had always had a good marriage. Sure, they argued occasionally. What couple didn’t? Mostly about money or the diner. But Caitie’s mom had always seemed happy with her modest, small-town life. At least, that was the way it had always appeared to Caitie.

When Caitie had presented her mom with her college acceptance letter, and finally had the courage to admit her plan to move to the East Coast, her mom’s reaction had surprised her.

“If you want out of this town, if you want something more from life, leave while you can,” her mom had told her. “Don’t let anything or anyone hold you back.”

Caitie had done exactly that, but her mom’s words haunted her for months afterward. Had it been her way of saying she regretted giving up the chance at a lucrative and prestigious modeling career to stay in Paradise? And had that regret begun to cause a rift in her parents’ relationship?

She would ask her sister what she knew, but Kelly had been so self-absorbed with school and her very active social life, she wouldn’t see a tsunami coming until it crashed down over her head. No that was unfair. Kelly had always been self-absorbed. She had inherited their mother’s beauty and her pinup model figure. She had always been the pretty one. Not that Caitie had gone three rounds with an ugly stick. She was attractive in an average way. Pleasant to look at, but nothing to get all excited about.

There had been times when she wondered what it was that Nate saw in her, when there were other girls—prettier girls—who would have given anything to be with him. Those first few months of dating him, she’d lived in a constant state of flux. Happy beyond her wildest dreams, yet always waiting for the ax to fall. For him to realize how much better he could do. She truly believed it was only a matter of time before he dumped her and moved on to someone else.

Her mom replaced the pan lid and set down the spoon, saying offhandedly, “So, did anything interesting happen at the diner this morning?”

Way to be subtle, Mom. “Did Dad tell you?”

“We talked,” she admitted. “He said there was tension.”

A minimalist point of view. “Dad was being kind.”

Her mom winced. “It was that bad?”

“At first Nate wouldn’t even look at me. Like he thought he would turn into a pillar of salt should our eyes meet.”

“What did you expect?” she asked, looking puzzled. “A hug?”

Caitie blinked. Whose side was she on? “No, of course not. But—”

“You knew you would see him. You had time to prepare. Imagine if Nate had just suddenly shown up unannounced. Would you have reacted any differently?”

She sighed. “Probably not.”

“It’s also possible that deep down he still has feelings for you.”

“He has feelings all right. He hates me.”

“He did stop to help you.”

“Only because he had to. It’s his job. It was obvious he didn’t want to be there.”

“He drove you home. And let you wait to fill out a report. He didn’t have to do that.”

Let’s give him a medal. “Why does it seem as if everyone is on his side? Yes, I left, and I didn’t do it very well, but I spent most of those first few months miserable, lonely and missing him, while he was back home knocking up and marrying my best friend.”

“Just remember that there are two sides to every story.”

“I don’t care about his story. It’s done. I’m over it. I’ve moved on.”

“It seems to me that if you had truly moved on, you wouldn’t care what Nate did or didn’t do.”

Oh, ouch. A direct hit. And the worst part? She was right. When it came to speaking her mind, Betty Cavanaugh rarely held back. She didn’t sugarcoat either, sometimes making her keen observations a bitter pill to swallow.