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trying to play my conscience.
“I don’t need you marching in here, telling me what I can and cannot do.”
“Someone needs to. Does your mother know what’s going on?”
“Of course.”
“She can’t be terribly happy about it.”
“She’s just worried about Harley. Like the rest of us.”
“I’m worried about her, too. That’s why I think this is a terrible idea.”
“Harley loves me. We were supposed to be married this summer. She’ll remember that in time.”
“I’m sure. But I’m also sure she’ll remember some of the other things that happened this summer. And what will you do then?”
“I’ll deal with it when it comes up.”
“When what comes up?”
I turned, my heart sinking. Harley had just rolled her wheelchair into the room.
And she was staring at Margaret with something like recognition.
Chapter 10
Harley
It was the woman from my dream.
It was so vivid…me standing in a bridal store, wearing a dress I would never wear in a million years. And she was sitting in a chair, watching. She never said anything. She just watched. But I knew…I just, I felt her judgment as she watched.
“Who are you?”
The woman seemed a little surprised that I knew how to talk, or something. She was holding a glass of wine, but the glass was shaking a little. I didn’t understand why she should be so nervous to see me.
“This is Margaret,” Xander said. “She’s an old friend of mine.”
“Margaret.” I thought it might feel familiar on my tongue, but it didn’t. But I knew her. Why else would she have appeared in my dreams if I didn’t?
“You were working on a project with her,” Xander continued. “You were painting a mural in a community center she was renovating for the kids in West Hollywood.”
“A mural?”
“It was part of the reason you moved to Los Angeles.”
I couldn’t remember. It was so frustrating because I knew it was right there, but I couldn’t remember it.
The woman took a long swallow of her wine and set the glass down on the narrow bar.
“I should go,” she said.
“No, please. Don’t let me interrupt.”
She looked at me, her face suddenly very pale.
“We’re we friends?”
She nodded slowly. “We were. I was to be one of your bridesmaids.”
I nodded slowly. “Did we go look at dresses together?”
If it was possible for her face to get paler, it did then.
“Once,” she said so quietly I almost missed it.
She seemed so…guilty. What did she have to be guilty about?
I had so many questions, but she turned to Xander and kissed his cheek lightly, whispering something near his ear as she did. Then she turned to me, a forced smile on her lips. “I have to go. But I’ll come back sometime to see you.”
And then she was gone in a puff, leaving even Xander staring at her wake.
“Did I do something to her?”
Xander shook his head. “Margaret is something of a character. She’s always acting oddly.”
“The two of you are close?”
A sudden caution came into his expression.
“We’ve known each other most of our lives.”
“Were you ever romantically involved?”
Now it was his turn to pale. He came over to me and slipped behind my wheelchair, pushing me toward the kitchen. “It’s time for your medication.”
“It won’t upset me if you talk to me about your romantic past.”
“You always said you didn’t want to know about it.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. You told me you would rather just start from the beginning of us and pretend like the past no longer existed.”
“That’s an odd thing for me to say.”
“Yes, well, Philip’s betrayal really scarred you. You didn’t want to know anything about my past that might change the way you felt about me, I guess.”
“I suppose that makes sense. But wouldn’t it have been better for me to know so that there wouldn’t be any surprises?”
“Yeah, well, I guess that never occurred to either of us.”
There was something in his voice when he said that; it
“I don’t need you marching in here, telling me what I can and cannot do.”
“Someone needs to. Does your mother know what’s going on?”
“Of course.”
“She can’t be terribly happy about it.”
“She’s just worried about Harley. Like the rest of us.”
“I’m worried about her, too. That’s why I think this is a terrible idea.”
“Harley loves me. We were supposed to be married this summer. She’ll remember that in time.”
“I’m sure. But I’m also sure she’ll remember some of the other things that happened this summer. And what will you do then?”
“I’ll deal with it when it comes up.”
“When what comes up?”
I turned, my heart sinking. Harley had just rolled her wheelchair into the room.
And she was staring at Margaret with something like recognition.
Chapter 10
Harley
It was the woman from my dream.
It was so vivid…me standing in a bridal store, wearing a dress I would never wear in a million years. And she was sitting in a chair, watching. She never said anything. She just watched. But I knew…I just, I felt her judgment as she watched.
“Who are you?”
The woman seemed a little surprised that I knew how to talk, or something. She was holding a glass of wine, but the glass was shaking a little. I didn’t understand why she should be so nervous to see me.
“This is Margaret,” Xander said. “She’s an old friend of mine.”
“Margaret.” I thought it might feel familiar on my tongue, but it didn’t. But I knew her. Why else would she have appeared in my dreams if I didn’t?
“You were working on a project with her,” Xander continued. “You were painting a mural in a community center she was renovating for the kids in West Hollywood.”
“A mural?”
“It was part of the reason you moved to Los Angeles.”
I couldn’t remember. It was so frustrating because I knew it was right there, but I couldn’t remember it.
The woman took a long swallow of her wine and set the glass down on the narrow bar.
“I should go,” she said.
“No, please. Don’t let me interrupt.”
She looked at me, her face suddenly very pale.
“We’re we friends?”
She nodded slowly. “We were. I was to be one of your bridesmaids.”
I nodded slowly. “Did we go look at dresses together?”
If it was possible for her face to get paler, it did then.
“Once,” she said so quietly I almost missed it.
She seemed so…guilty. What did she have to be guilty about?
I had so many questions, but she turned to Xander and kissed his cheek lightly, whispering something near his ear as she did. Then she turned to me, a forced smile on her lips. “I have to go. But I’ll come back sometime to see you.”
And then she was gone in a puff, leaving even Xander staring at her wake.
“Did I do something to her?”
Xander shook his head. “Margaret is something of a character. She’s always acting oddly.”
“The two of you are close?”
A sudden caution came into his expression.
“We’ve known each other most of our lives.”
“Were you ever romantically involved?”
Now it was his turn to pale. He came over to me and slipped behind my wheelchair, pushing me toward the kitchen. “It’s time for your medication.”
“It won’t upset me if you talk to me about your romantic past.”
“You always said you didn’t want to know about it.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. You told me you would rather just start from the beginning of us and pretend like the past no longer existed.”
“That’s an odd thing for me to say.”
“Yes, well, Philip’s betrayal really scarred you. You didn’t want to know anything about my past that might change the way you felt about me, I guess.”
“I suppose that makes sense. But wouldn’t it have been better for me to know so that there wouldn’t be any surprises?”
“Yeah, well, I guess that never occurred to either of us.”
There was something in his voice when he said that; it
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