Sweet Tea At Sunrise

“You kept this,” she said, not sure why that made her so happy. Maybe she didn’t think there could be anything bad about a man with a sentimental streak.

Travis was watching her with that same hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Best thing in here,” he said.

“What’s through that door?” she said, gesturing to the only remaining doorway off the foyer.

“See for yourself,” he said, opening the door.

The back room was completely empty except for cleaning supplies and paint cans. Without a window back there, it could have been dismal, but it had been painted the same cheery yellow as the front rooms. All the trim was white enamel.

“You planning to sell the porno stuff back here?” she inquired, not entirely in jest. At least it would be out of plain sight.

“Actually I was thinking that ought to be out front,” he said with a perfectly straight face. “It’ll attract more customers if it can be seen from the street, don’t you think?”

Sarah scowled at him. “You’re not taking this seriously. Grace will stir up trouble if you don’t satisfy her curiosity soon.”

“Give me a timetable,” he suggested. “What’s soon?”

“About a nanosecond,” she said. “She’s on edge. She likes being the first to know things. You’re frustrating her.”

He gestured around him. “Do you seriously think this looks like something disreputable?”

“I don’t, but I’ve been fooled before.”

“Really? You don’t seem to me like a woman who could be fooled very easily.”

“How would you know?” She honestly wanted to know how he’d reached such a conclusion from a few very brief and mostly impersonal conversations. Even his outrageous flirting, she had concluded, was more from habit than anything to do with her.

“I’m a good judge of character, especially when it comes to women,” he claimed. “For instance, I look at you and I see a woman who’s not afraid of hard work. I see a responsible mother. And when I listen to what you have to say in Wharton’s—”

“When you eavesdrop,” she corrected.

He didn’t seem embarrassed by the accusation. “When I pay attention,” he said, giving it another spin, “I hear a woman with intelligence and wit.”

His words filled Sarah with a sense of wonder. How had he managed to hit on so many of the areas in which she doubted herself? To hear that he found her to be more than adequate was a revelation. In fact, if she’d trusted him from here to the corner, his comments might have been reassuring. In her experience, though, no man who talked this smoothly was up to anything good.

Ignoring the satisfaction she took from his words, she said, “I’m just warning you, open up about your plans before Grace stirs up trouble. That’ll have way too many repercussions.”

“Such as?”

“People in town love Grace. They won’t appreciate it if you make her look like an idiot for making a fuss, only to discover that you’re planning something totally innocent. Your business, whatever it is, might never recover from that. People have long memories around here, and they look out for their own. Despite their respect for Tom, they’ll see you as an outsider. You’ll find yourself with a whole store full of widgets or whatever and no buyers.”

He nodded, his expression sobering. “I’ll keep that in mind. As much of a kick as I’m getting out of all this wild speculation, I certainly don’t want to embarrass Grace.”

“You almost sounded sincere just then,” she said, regarding him with surprise.

“I am sincere. I like Grace. She’s one of the reasons I decided to stick around Serenity. Places like Wharton’s turn a town into a community.”

Sarah was even more startled that he’d grasped that after such a short time. Maybe he’d fit in here, after all. She decided to try one last tactic to see if she could pry a little information out of him.

“I could always fill her in on your plans, if you just want to tell me,” she offered casually. “I might even be able to swear her to secrecy for the time being.”

Travis laughed. “Now, sugar, I’d put my faith in you when it comes to most things, but I’ve seen Grace in action. There’s not a secret on earth that would be safe with her.”

Oddly enough, it didn’t sound like an insult the way he said it. It was almost as if he viewed her pride in spreading gossip as a good thing, even a necessary thing. That’s the way most folks in town looked at it, as a frequently exasperating but much loved grapevine that kept them all informed.

“Which makes her a valuable resource, if you ask me,” Sarah said, defending Grace. “As much as it might annoy people to have their business turn into today’s hot topic, at least it keeps most things out in the open. There’s not a lot of secret backstabbing that goes on in Serenity.”

“And how many small towns can make a claim like that?” Travis said, clearly amused by the boast.

Sarah regarded him with a narrowed gaze, not quite sure whether to take him seriously or if he was making fun of the town. “If you ask me, it’s a good thing,” she said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he said. His gaze darkened and he reached out as if he intended to touch her, but then dropped his hand back to his side. “In fact, I’m counting on pretty much everything being out in the open before long.”

Sarah puzzled over Travis’s comment for most of the afternoon. How a man capable of being so secretive could want things out in the open made no sense. She’d repeated the gist of the conversation to Grace, who didn’t know what to make of it, either. Now Sarah tried it out on Raylene, as they sat on the patio with their sweet tea while the kids played in the backyard.

“I swear I think it was a hint,” she told Raylene. “I don’t think he was trying to be cryptic at all. But what could he have meant?”

“Maybe he’s a spy, or an investigative reporter and he’s here to do an exposé,” Raylene suggested.

Sarah regarded her with skepticism. “A spy in Serenity, South Carolina? What’s he supposed to be spying on? Or exposing, for that matter? It’s not as if there’s a lot of dirt to dig up in a town this size. Like I told him, Grace knows most everything that goes on around here, anyway. She certainly knows more than the local weekly newspaper.”

“Then I’m out of ideas,” Raylene said.

“I suppose we’ll all know soon enough,” Sarah said with a sigh. “I think I got through to him about not dragging this out much longer.” She turned her attention to Raylene, who looked drawn and nervous. “You okay? Did something happen around here today?”

If anything, her friend looked even more upset. “I had another panic attack,” she admitted. “The kids were out here playing, and I was sitting here watching them, when Tommy went around the side of the house. When I called him, he didn’t answer. I tried to go after him, but when I got to the edge of the patio, it was like I ran into a wall or something. I couldn’t make myself take one more step. I started sweating and my hands were shaking. I finally managed to shout for him and, thank God, he came right back, but I think we need to take another look at me being alone with the kids, even for an hour or two.”

Sarah could see the worry and fear in her eyes. “I have every faith that if Tommy hadn’t come when you called, you would have gone looking for him.”

Raylene regarded her with frustration. “You’re not listening to me, Sarah. I couldn’t make myself move. I couldn’t!”

Sarah didn’t want Raylene to see that the incident worried her. She reached over and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. Nothing happened. Tommy’s fine.”

“Next time, he might not be. I mean it, Sarah,” she said earnestly. “I’m happy to help out with the house, but I just can’t risk being responsible for Tommy and Libby. I know you’re trying to be supportive, but right now the only thing that matters is the well-being of your kids.”

“I know,” Sarah acknowledged. No matter how much faith she had in Raylene, she knew she couldn’t take a chance that it might be misplaced. “I just don’t want to see you taking another step to shut yourself away here. You know this is more than some temporary thing, Raylene. Not only has it gone on for months now, but you’re getting worse. You need to see someone, not for me or for the kids, but for you. Call Annie’s shrink. You already know Dr. McDaniels from back when Annie was in the hospital with her anorexia. It won’t be like talking to a complete stranger.”

Raylene shook her head. “I know that makes sense, but I need to try to beat this on my own. I don’t want my independence to be one more thing my husband took away from me.”

“Hasn’t it already happened?” Sarah asked in frustration. “You’re already holed up here. You don’t see anyone except the people we invite over and the kids and me. That’s not living, Raylene.”

Raylene’s expression turned sad. “Believe it or not, it’s better than the life I had in Charleston.”

It sounded as if she were talking about more than the physical abuse to which she’d been subjected. “What do you mean?” Sarah asked. “What about all those fancy committees you told us you were on? All the fundraising you did?”

“All talk,” Raylene said. “I didn’t want you and Annie to know how bad things were. I couldn’t serve on committees, because I never knew what shape I’d be in. You can’t join those things and then never show up. Oh, I tried for the first year we were married, but then I got a reputation as someone who couldn’t be counted on. I quit everything after I heard a woman telling a committee chair not to give me an important assignment because I wouldn’t be around to follow through.”

“I had no idea,” Sarah whispered, understanding how much that must have hurt. “I’m so sorry.”