booties for winter. Had about all of that I could take with your grandmother.â
Tyson smiled. âYeah, she was a real ballbuster.â
âSweetest thing in Texas is what she was,â his grandfather said, emotion heavy in his voice. The man had loved Annie Hart with every fiber of his being and still grew maudlin at the mention of the woman heâd lost twenty-five years ago when Tyson was only a teen.
Their only son, Trent, Tysonâs father, had problems almost all his life and as heâd gotten older heâd dabbled in alcohol and drugs. Tysonâs mother wasnât much better. Grady and Annie had been the only stable force in Tysonâs life. He had bumped back and forth between Oak Stand and towns all over North Carolina as he grew up. At times it had been tough, but heâd survived. His father had passed away five years ago, estranged from his family. His mother lived in Myrtle Beach and rarely called. Grady and Laurel were his family.
âYeah, Grandma was a gem. Especially to put up with your cranky butt.â
Grady grunted.
âSo, you got the remote control. Are you good?â
âCourse Iâm good. Iâve been takinâ care of myself for seventy-six years. Ever since I was twelve years old.â
âI know,â Tyson said, picking up a long-sleeved white shirt that was hanging on the back of the library door. He knew at once it was Dawnâs. She must have left it yesterday when she came to clear out the rooms. Beforehe could stop himself, he brought the shirt to his nose and inhaled her scentâa clean, flowery smell. Then he snorted. So much for distance. Friends didnât sniff each otherâs clothing.
âDonât you snort. I had to leave home when I was a wet-behind-the-ears boy to find work. There ainât nothing funny about the Depression and there ainât nothinâ funny about going hungry. Somebody had to put food on the table for our family.â
Tyson interrupted his grandfatherâs favorite tirade that would wrap up with a lecture on being a responsible, dependable, teetotaling man. âI wasnât snorting at you. I had some dust in my nose.â
âOh,â his grandfather said again.
Tyson told his grandfather goodbye then headed down the stairs. As he stepped onto the landing, he took one more sniff of Dawnâs shirt and tried to convince himself it wasnât perverted to stand in an old folkâs center and sniff the directorâs shirt.
Of course, it was perverted. Or weird. Or both.
God, he hoped this friendship thing worked out. But he had his doubts. Dawn had sparked something in him he hadnât felt since before Iraq.
And he knew what it was. It was excitement. Plain and not so simple.
CHAPTER SIX
T WO WEEKS LATER , D AWN carried a pumpkin onto the porch and placed it on one of the pillars flanking the steps of Tucker House. The orange globe grinned with macabre gleeâa smile that was Hunter Todd approved. Tyson brought the second one and placed it on the matching pillar. Hunter Todd ran past them and jumped into a pile of leaves Dawn had raked earlier.
âThere,â he said, âI think those look fine. I wish Laurel was coming for the weekend. Weâd show her a true small-town Halloween.â
Dawn studied the jack-oâ-lanterns, feeling bad for Tyson. Over the past few weeks of âbeing friends,â heâd told her about the pending divorce and the rapidly expanding gulf between him and his only child. He thought moving to Oak Stand would fix everything. That getting back to his roots would give Laurel gravity in her life. Teach her some old-fashioned values. But it didnât seem to be working. Especially since Laurel had contrived reason after reason for not fulfilling the terms of the custody arrangement. Something important always came upâa recital practice, a youth-group function or a bad cold. Tyson said he didnât want to go to
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