Rising Tides
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"Good." Anna glanced at the clock. "We're going to want to document everything. If she does come back, we're going to be ready."
"Anna." Grace stared down into the wine Anna had given her. "He can't be hurt anymore. He shouldn't have to be afraid anymore."
"I know it. We'll make sure he's not. I'll only be a minute."
anna took herthrough the conversation twice. As she went through it the second time, Grace found herself unable to sit. She rose, leaving her glass of wine half full, and got a broom.
"The way she said things was every bit as vile as what she said," she told Anna as she began to sweep.
"She must use that same tone on Seth. I don't know how anyone can speak to a child that way." Then she shook her head. "But she doesn't think of him as a child. He's a thing to her."
"If you were called on to testify, you'd be able to swear under oath that she demanded money."
"More than once," Grace agreed. "Will it come to that, Anna? Will you have to take Seth into court?"
"I don't know. If it heads in that direction, we should be able to add extortion to the list of charges you reeled off. You must have scared her," she added with a small, satisfied smile. "You'd have scared me."
"Things just come flying out of my mouth when I get worked up."
"I know what you mean. There are things I'd like to say to her, but in my position, I can't. Or I shouldn't," she said with a long sigh. "I'll type this up for Seth's file, then I suppose I'll have to compose another letter to her."
"Why?" Grace's fingers tightened on the handle of the broom. "Why do you have to have any contact with her?"
"Cam and his brothers need to know, Grace. They need to know exactly what Gloria DeLauter and Seth were to Ray."
"It's not what some people are saying." Grace's eyes flashed as she yanked a dustpan out of the broom closet. She couldn't seem to sweep away the simmering anger inside her. "Professor Quinn wouldn't have cheated on his wife. He was devoted to her."
"They need to have all the facts, and so does Seth."
"I'll give you a fact. Professor Quinn had taste. He wouldn't have looked twice at a woman like Gloria DeLauter—unless it was with pity, or disgust."
"Cam certainly feels the same way. But another thing people say is that when they look at Seth they see Ray Quinn's eyes."
"Well, there's another explanation for it, that's all." Her own eyes were hot as she shoved the broom and dustpan away, yanked out a bucket and a mop.
"Perhaps. But it may have to be faced and dealt with that the Quinns hit a rocky patch in their marriage, as people often do. Extramarital affairs are distressingly common."
"I don't give a damn about all the statistics you hear on television or read in magazines about how three out of five men—or whatever it is—cheat on their wives." Grace dumped cleanser in the bucket, dropped it into the sink, and turned the water on full blast. "The Quinns loved each other, and they liked each other. And they had an admiration for each other. You couldn't be around them and not see it. They were tied only tighter together because of their sons. When you saw the five of them together, you were seeing family. Just the way the five of you are family."
Touched, Anna smiled. "Well, we're working on it."
"You just haven't had as many years as the Quinns did." Grace hauled the bucket out of the sink. "They were a unit."
Units, Anna thought, often broke down. "If something had happened between Ray and Gloria, would Stella have forgiven him?"
Grace thrust the mop into the bucket and gave Anna a cool, decisive look. "Would you forgive Cam?"
"I don't know," Anna said after a moment. "It would be hard to because I'd have killed him. But I might, eventually, put flowers on his grave."
"Exactly." Satisfied, Grace nodded. "That kind of betrayal doesn't swallow down easily. And it follows that if the Quinns had that kind of tension between them, their sons would have known it. Children aren't fools, no matter how many adults might think so."
"No, they're not," Anna murmured. "Whatever the truth is, they need to find it. I'm going to type up my notes," she said as she rose. "Will you take a look at them, see if there's anything you want to add or change before they go into the file?"
"All right. I've still got some wash to hang out, then I'll be…" They heard it at the same time, the wildly happy barking of dogs. Grace's reaction was pure distress. She'd lost track of the time, and Ethan was home.
Going on instinct, Anna slipped her notebook into a kitchen drawer. "I want to talk to Cam about this before we tell Seth about the phone call."
"Yes, that's best. I…"
"You can go out the back, Grace," Anna said quietly. "Nobody could blame you for not wanting another emotional hit today."
"I have wash to hang out."
"You've done more than enough for one afternoon." Grace straightened her shoulders. "I finish what I start." She turned into the laundry room and the lid of the washer clanged as she tossed it up. "Which is more than can be said of some people."
Anna lifted a brow. Ethan was in for a surprise, she decided. And wasn't it handy that she was around to see him get it?
Chapter Nineteen
when he saw her carin the driveway, Ethan had to force himself not to rush into the house just for a look at her. A quick glimpse, just one. He could take all of her into his mind with just one look. He hadn't known it was possible to miss a woman—to miss anything—the way he was missing Grace. The way, he thought, that left him empty and achy and edgy every hour of every day until he was desperate to fill the void. Until he laid awake at night listening to the air breathe. Until he thought he was losing his mind.
The control he'd kept in place for so many years where she was concerned seemed constantly shaky these days. The walls of that control had already been breached, were tumbled at his feet so that he could swear he was choking on their dust.
He supposed once a man let it go, it was hard to build it back up again. But he'd left the choice in her hands, he reminded himself. Since she hadn't made a move in his direction in days, he was afraid he knew which choice she'd made.