Falling For Gracie
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CHAPTER ONE
“GRACIE? Gracie Landon, is that you?”
Trapped, standing in the middle of her mother’s front lawn, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, Gracie Landon glanced longingly toward the escape that was the front door.
In theory, she could bolt for freedom, but that would mean being rude to Eunice Baxter, neighbor and octogenarian. And Gracie had been raised better than that.
She pushed her sleep-smashed hair out of her face and shuffled in her younger sister’s Tweetie Bird slippers over to the low wood fence that separated the Landon property from Eunice Baxter’s.
“Morning, Mrs. Baxter,” she said, hoping she sounded cheerful instead of trapped. “Yes, it’s me. Gracie.”
“My stars, so it is. I haven’t seen you in forever, but I swear, I would have recognized you anywhere. How long has it been?”
“Fourteen years.” Half her life. She’d been so hopeful that people would forget her.
“Well, I’ll be. You sure look pretty. When you left, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, you were a dreadfully ugly child. Even your poor mother used to worry that you wouldn’t grow into your looks, but you did. You’re as bright and shiny as a magazine cover model.”
Gracie didn’t exactly want to reminisce about her homely period—the one that had lasted for nearly six years. “Thank you,” she said, inching toward the porch.
Eunice poofed her shellacked helmet of curls, then tapped her chin. “You know, I was just talking about you to my friend Wilma. We were saying that young folks today don’t know how to fall in love. Not like they used to in the movies, or like you did with Riley Whitefield.”
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Not Riley. Anything but that. After all this time, couldn’t her reputation as a young, crazed teenaged stalker be put to rest?
“I didn’t exactly love him,” Gracie said, wondering why she’d agreed to come home after all this time. Oh, yeah, right. Her baby sister’s wedding.
“You were a testament to true love,” Eunice told her. “You should be proud. You loved that boy with all your heart and you weren’t afraid to show it. That takes a special kind of courage.”
Or insanity, she thought as she smiled weakly. Poor Riley. She’d made his life a living hell.
“And that reporter fellow wrote about you in the town newspaper so everyone knew your story,” Eunice added. “You were famous.”
“More like infamous,” Gracie muttered, remembering the humiliation of reading about her crush on Riley over breakfast.
“Wilma’s favorite is the time you nailed his girlfriend’s doors and windows shut so she couldn’t get out for their date. That’s a good one, but my favorite is the time you laid down right in front of his car right there.” Eunice pointed to the bit of road in front of her house.
“I saw the whole thing. You told him you loved him too much to let him marry Pam and if he was going to go ahead with the engagement, he should just run you over and put you out of your misery.”
Gracie held in a groan. “Yeah, that was a good one.”
Why was the rest of the world allowed to live down their childhood humiliations but everyone wanted to talk about hers?
“I guess I sort of owe Riley an apology.”
“He’s back in town,” Eunice said brightly. “Did you know?”
As pretty much everyone she’d run into in the past couple of days had made it a point to tell her, yes. “Really?”
The old woman winked. “He’s single again. What about you, Gracie? Anyone special in your life?”
“No, but I’m very busy with my work right now and…”
Eunice nodded knowingly. “It’s fate. That’s what it is. You two have been brought together to be given a second chance.”
Gracie knew she would rather be staked out naked on a fire ant hill than ever have anything to do with Riley Whitefield again. She didn’t need any more humiliation where he was concerned. And who knew what tortures he would be willing to endure to avoid the likes of her?
“That’s really nice, but I don’t think I—”
“Could be he’s still sweet on you,” Eunice said.
Gracie laughed. “Mrs. Baxter, he was terrified of me. If he saw me now, he’d run screaming in the opposite direction.” Honestly, who could blame him?
“Sometimes a man needs a little push.”
“Sometimes a man needs to be left alone.”
Which was exactly what she intended to do. No more running after Riley. In fact, she planned to avoid any functions where he might be. And if they did happen to bump into each other, she would be cool, polite and distant. Maybe she wouldn’t even recognize him. Whatever feelings she’d once had for Riley were gone. Dead and buried. She was way over him.
Besides, she was a different woman now. Gracious. Mature. No more stalker girl for her.
“WHO WAS THAT?” Vivian asked when Gracie walked into the Landon family kitchen. “Did Mrs. Baxter trap you into talking to her?”
“Oh, yeah.” Gracie put the paper on the counter and took a long drink of coffee. “I swear, it’s as if I just left town last week instead of fourteen years ago.”
“Time is different for old people,” Vivian said as she shook back her cascade of strawberry-blond curls and yawned. “For one thing, they get up too early. Mom was out of here before seven this morning.”
“She said something about a special Saturday sale at the store.” Gracie slid onto a stool in front of the counter and set down her mug. “Which you’re supposed to be helping with.”
“I know.” Vivian stretched. “It’s my own fault for picking out a three-thousand-dollar wedding dress. My choices were to either blow the budget on that and have nothing for the guests to eat, or chip in.” She grinned. “At least I’m getting a fabulous wedding cake for free.”
“Lucky you.”
As a sister of the bride, Gracie had volunteered one of her masterpieces for the reception. She eyed the calendar tacked up on the wall. The wedding was exactly five weeks from today. A smarter woman would have hidden out until the last minute, then shown up with the cake, enjoyed the celebration and left. But frantic phone calls from their mother, Vivian and Alexis, their other sister, had churned up enough guilt in Gracie’s acid-prone stomach that she’d agreed to come home to help with the planning.
Her reward was baking all the cakes she had on order in a strange oven she wasn’t sure she trusted and being tortured by old ladies who insisted on talking about Gracie’s questionable past love life.
“Not my idea of a good time,” she mumbled into her coffee.
Vivian grinned. “Did Mrs. Baxter mention that Riley Whitefield is back in town?”
Gracie glared at her. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?”
Vivian laughed as she raced toward the stairs.
Gracie watched her go, then opened the newspaper and prepared for a quiet morning. That afternoon she would be moving into the house she’d rented for the six weeks she would be in town, but until then, there was nothing to occupy her time except—
The back door burst open.
“Oh, good. You’re up.” Alexis, Gracie’s older sister by three years, glanced around. “Where’s Vivian?”
“Getting ready to go to the hardware store.”
Alexis frowned. “I thought she’d be gone already. Doesn’t the sidewalk sale start at eight?”
“I haven’t a clue,” Gracie admitted.
She’d been home all of two days and was still finding her bearings. While Alexis and Vivian had grown up in this house, Gracie had left the summer she turned fourteen and had never been back.
Alexis poured herself a cup of coffee and took the stool next to Gracie’s.
“We have to talk,” her older sister said in a low voice that shook slightly. “But you can’t tell Vivian. Or Mom. I don’t want them to worry. Not when they already have the wedding to deal with.”
“Okay,” Gracie said slowly, knowing there was no point in asking if everything was all right. If things were all right, Alexis wouldn’t be here demanding promises of confidentiality or looking panicked.
“It’s Zeke,” Alexis said, then pressed her lips together. “Dammit, I told myself I wouldn’t cry.”
Gracie tensed. Zeke and Alexis had been married for five years—happily from all accounts.
Alexis sucked in a breath, then let it out. “I think he’s having an affair.”
“What? That’s not possible. He’s crazy about you.”
“I thought so, too.” Alexis brushed her free hand across her eyes. “It’s just….” She paused as they heard thumping noises from overhead. “He disappears every night and doesn’t get back until three or four in the morning. When I ask him to tell me what’s going on, he says he’s working late on the campaign. But I don’t believe him.”
Gracie carefully closed the newspaper. “What campaign? Doesn’t Zeke sell insurance?”
“Yes, but he’s running Riley Whitefield’s campaign for mayor. I thought you knew.”
Gracie was more out of the loop than she’d realized. “When did that happen?”
“A few months ago. He hired Zeke because—”
Footsteps thundered on the stairs. Seconds later Vivian burst into the kitchen.
“Hey, Alexis,” she said as she fastened her long hair into a braid. “Want to take my place at the store today?”
“Not really.”
Vivian grinned. “It doesn’t hurt to ask. I’m off to do slave labor to pay for my wedding dress. Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone.”
The back door slammed shut behind her. A minute later, a car engine started, sputtered, then caught.
Alexis walked to the window over the sink and stared out toward the street. “Okay, she’s gone. Where were we?”
“You were telling me that your husband now works for Riley Whitefield. How did that happen?”
“Zeke spent two years after college working for a senator from Arizona.” Her worry faded a little as she faced Gracie and smiled. “I was at Arizona State and he…” Alexis shook her head. “God, that was a lifetime ago. I can’t believe he’d do this to me. I love him so much and I th-thought….” Her voice cracked. “What am I going to do?”
Gracie had the uneasy sensation of being trapped in the middle of a fun house. Nothing was as it seemed and she didn’t know her way out.
Sure, Alexis and Vivian were her sisters. Her family. They looked enough alike that no one could mistake the genetic connection. Long blond hair—pale for Alexis, strawberry for Vivian and gold for herself—big blue eyes and the same average body build. But she’d been doing this sister thing long distance for half her life. She didn’t know how to slide back into confidences and advice mode without a little warm-up.
“You don’t know for sure Zeke is doing anything,” Gracie said. “Maybe it is the campaign.”
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.” She took a step forward.
Gracie got a bad feeling in her already queasy stomach. “I’m going to hate myself for asking, but how?”
“By spying on him. He’s supposed to have a meeting with Riley tonight and I’m going to be there.”
“Not the best idea in the world,” Gracie said as she reached for her coffee. “Trust me. I speak from experience. Riley experience.”
“I’m going to do it,” Alexis said, her eyes filling with tears, “and I need your help.”
Gracie set down her coffee cup. “No. No. Alexis, I can’t. You can’t. It’s crazy.”