Key of Valor
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“That’s not fair, Zoe.”
“No, it’s not fair, but it’s the truth. My mama already thinks I’ve got airs or something. If I’d gone in there with you . . . Well, just look at you.”
She waved a hand and nearly laughed at the exasperation on his face. “You got rich boy all over you, Bradley, in or out of that Italian jacket.”
“For Christ’s sake,” was all he could think to say.
“You can’t help it, and why should you? Besides, it suits you. It wouldn’t have suited her, and I needed to see her, to talk to her. There were things I needed to say that I couldn’t have said with you there. Or with Malory or Dana either. I needed to go back there for myself, and for the key. It was for me to do.”
“What if you hadn’t gotten out again?”
“I did. I’m not going to say I wasn’t scared when it all started to happen. I’ve never been so scared.” Instinctively, she rubbed her arms as if chilled. “It was like an ambush, the way everything changed, the way he came at me. It was almost like a storybook, and that’s what made it so frightening.”
She looked past him now, back to where she’d been. “Lost in the woods, and being hunted by something . . . not human. But I fought back. That’s what I was supposed to do. In the end, I hurt him more than he hurt me.”
“You beat him with a stick.”
“It was bigger than a stick.” Her mouth curved a little as she saw the temper was easing on his face. “It was a good, sturdy branch about this thick.” She demonstrated by holding her hands apart. “And between being scared and spitting mad, I whaled the hell out of him. Of course I don’t know how it would’ve turned out if the buck hadn’t waded in. But I don’t have to, because he was there, and Kane was there. That tells me I did something right by being there.”
“Don’t go back alone, Zoe. I’m asking you. I walked in here tonight fully intending to tell you. But I’m asking.”
She picked up a cookie, broke it in two, then offered him half. “I was thinking I’d drive into Morgantown tomorrow, go by the place where I lived, where I worked, where Simon was born. Just see if that’s the next turn. If I could get going first thing in the morning, I could get back by around two, three at the latest, then squeak out a little time at the salon. Maybe you could go with me.”
He simply pulled out his cell phone, punched in a number. “Dina, it’s Brad. Sorry to call you at home. I need you to clear my schedule for tomorrow.” He waited a beat. “Yeah, I know. Reschedule it, will you? I have some personal business to take care of, and it’s going to take most of the day. I should be able to swing in after three. Good. Thanks. ’Bye.”
He clicked the phone off, tucked it away. “What time do you want to leave?”
Oh, you are a very special man. “About quarter to eight? As soon as Simon goes to school.”
“All right.” He bit into the cookie. “I guess you need to go back up, finish the sewing.”
“Not just yet. I thought I’d take a break. Do you want to sit on the couch and neck while we pretend to watch TV?”
He caressed her cheek. “I definitely do.”
ZOE walked into Indulgence the next afternoon carting an enormous box. She dumped it inside the door and looked around.
Malory and Dana had been busy in her absence. There were paintings on the walls, and what she recognized as a batik. The table she’d refinished stood along the short wall on the left of the door and held one of her candles, a tall teardrop-shaped paperweight of icy blown glass, and a trio of books tucked between bookends in the shape of more books.
Someone had installed the new ceiling light and laid a pretty rug, dancing with poppies.
Delight and guilt tangled inside her. She pushed up her sleeves, preparing to dive into work as she searched out her friends.
She didn’t find them in Malory’s section, but her jaw dropped as she wandered through. It had been two days since she’d taken a look at the main level, but it didn’t seem possible so much could have been done in that time.
Paintings, pencil sketches, sculptures, and framed prints decorated the walls. A tall, narrow case held a collection of glass art, a low, long one displayed colorful pottery. Rather than a counter for transactions, Malory had chosen an antique desk for the first showroom. She’d kept the counter in the second, where she would offer gift-wrapping services.
There were shipping cartons yet to be opened, but it was clear that Malory’s vision was focused. Zoe smiled when she saw there was already a slim Christmas tree, with handcrafted ornaments hanging on the boughs.
She circled around, moving through the kitchen and into Dana’s store.
Books lined more than half the shelves. An old breakfront held teacups, coffee mugs, tins.
All this, and she hadn’t been there to share in the fun or help with the work.
Hearing the floor creak overhead, she dashed for the stairs and up them.
“Where is everybody? I can’t believe what y’all got done while I . . .”
She trailed off, stunned speechless when she saw her salon.
“We couldn’t wait.” Dana swiped a hand over her cheek, then patted the chair she and Malory had just assembled. “We thought we’d have them all done before you got back. Just about made it.”
Slowly, Zoe crossed the room, ran a hand over the cushy leather of one of her four styling chairs.
“And they work. Look.” As Malory pumped her foot on the circle of chrome at the base of the chair, it rose. “It’s fun.”
“Hey.” Dana dropped into the chair, spun it. “This is fun.”
“They came,” was all Zoe could say.
“Not only that, but look over there.” Malory pointed to the three glossy shampoo sinks. “They installed them this morning.” She dragged a dazed Zoe over, and turned on the water. “See? They work, too. It’s a beauty parlor.”
“I can’t believe it.” Zoe sat on the floor, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears.
“Oh, honey.” Instantly, Malory untied the kerchief from her head and offered it as a hankie.
“I have shampoo sinks. And chairs,” Zoe sobbed into the colorful square of cotton. “And—and you have paintings and statues and carved wooden boxes. Dana has books. Three months ago I had a lousy job working for a woman who didn’t even like me. Now I have chairs. You put them together for me.”