down.” Amy took her arm and helped her settle on the beach blanket.
“I think we came farther than I realized.” Libby held out her arms for the baby, and Alec handed him to her. “Would you get me some water, honey?”
He gave her a worried look. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”
“You could try to call Curtis. That’s where he is,” Amy told him.
He grinned and shook his head. “Cell doesn’t work here. I’ll find him.” He jogged off on tanned, muscular legs.
“You delivered Libby’s baby, I hear?” Winona asked.
Amy nodded. “Noah was born at my cottage.”
“Do you have a license to practice in your home, Amy?” Winona wasn’t smiling.
What was her beef? Amy was beginning to wish she’d never brought up her profession. “Libby was visiting and her water broke. Noah came very quickly. I don’t have a clinic set up at my house,but I have an overseeing physician. I’m perfectly legal.” Well, she was. She had to find a new physician.
The woman shrugged and pursed her lips. “I hear your brother drowned surfing. I thought your last name was familiar. Ben Lang was your brother, heir to the Lang Banking services. It was all over the papers when it happened. He was killed by a shark. Or drowned and was eaten.”
Amy hid her wince. “So they say.” Everyone knew her family, and few people believed foul play was involved. “Do you know my parents?”
Winona nodded. “Your father is one of my biggest supporters. I attended the memorial service for your brother.” Her demeanor softened, and she put her hand on Amy’s arm. “He told me you have some crazy idea it was murder.”
“I have reasons for doubting the official answer.”
“I know it’s hard to let go of a loved one, my dear, but chasing crazy ideas will lead you nowhere but into more pain. Let it go.”
It was all Amy could do to stay still and not shake the woman’s hand away. “Thank you for your concern.”
The older woman released her. “We’d better go, Dara.” The women walked off.
Would Winona call Amy’s father and tell him about the lecture? Her parents would be sure to give her a call.
Amy pulled on a pink-and-white dress, then went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. She held it up to Heather, who sat swaddled in a pink fuzzy robe at the table. “Want some?”
“Sure.” Heather’s voice was still sleepy, and her hair was tangled.
Amy didn’t know what time the girl had come in last night.She’d found some people to hang out with. Amy poured coffee into Heather’s cup.
“Thanks.” Heather cupped the coffee in her palms.
“Want to come to church with me this morning? You’ll get a chance to meet more people.”
“I don’t thi—” A thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Wait a minute. Will Curtis be there with Raine?”
The girl sure wanted out of that restaurant. Amy nodded. “Probably. He usually goes.”
“How long do I have to get ready?”
“Twenty-five minutes, thirty tops.”
“I can make it.” Carrying her coffee, Heather hurried from the kitchen.
The girl was going to hound Curtis about that job again. Amy carried her coffee to the back deck. The spring morning held a hint of moisture, and dew shimmered on the grass. The fence along the back of the property was falling over in one section, and she made a mental note to call a carpenter. Then she saw why it had been knocked over.
A banker pony stood munching her flowers. Its tail swished as it glanced up at her, then bent down to take another bite of her flowers. The small horses were total nuisances.
She set her coffee on the small table and leaped to her feet. “Shoo, go!” Waving her arms, she advanced on the animal.
The reddish horse snorted but didn’t back away from her herbs. As she neared, still yelling and waving her arms, she saw a deep gash on the horse’s flank. His foot was tangled in some calendula. The fight went out of her.
She held out her hand. “Oh, you poor thing. I’m glad you
“I think we came farther than I realized.” Libby held out her arms for the baby, and Alec handed him to her. “Would you get me some water, honey?”
He gave her a worried look. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”
“You could try to call Curtis. That’s where he is,” Amy told him.
He grinned and shook his head. “Cell doesn’t work here. I’ll find him.” He jogged off on tanned, muscular legs.
“You delivered Libby’s baby, I hear?” Winona asked.
Amy nodded. “Noah was born at my cottage.”
“Do you have a license to practice in your home, Amy?” Winona wasn’t smiling.
What was her beef? Amy was beginning to wish she’d never brought up her profession. “Libby was visiting and her water broke. Noah came very quickly. I don’t have a clinic set up at my house,but I have an overseeing physician. I’m perfectly legal.” Well, she was. She had to find a new physician.
The woman shrugged and pursed her lips. “I hear your brother drowned surfing. I thought your last name was familiar. Ben Lang was your brother, heir to the Lang Banking services. It was all over the papers when it happened. He was killed by a shark. Or drowned and was eaten.”
Amy hid her wince. “So they say.” Everyone knew her family, and few people believed foul play was involved. “Do you know my parents?”
Winona nodded. “Your father is one of my biggest supporters. I attended the memorial service for your brother.” Her demeanor softened, and she put her hand on Amy’s arm. “He told me you have some crazy idea it was murder.”
“I have reasons for doubting the official answer.”
“I know it’s hard to let go of a loved one, my dear, but chasing crazy ideas will lead you nowhere but into more pain. Let it go.”
It was all Amy could do to stay still and not shake the woman’s hand away. “Thank you for your concern.”
The older woman released her. “We’d better go, Dara.” The women walked off.
Would Winona call Amy’s father and tell him about the lecture? Her parents would be sure to give her a call.
Amy pulled on a pink-and-white dress, then went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. She held it up to Heather, who sat swaddled in a pink fuzzy robe at the table. “Want some?”
“Sure.” Heather’s voice was still sleepy, and her hair was tangled.
Amy didn’t know what time the girl had come in last night.She’d found some people to hang out with. Amy poured coffee into Heather’s cup.
“Thanks.” Heather cupped the coffee in her palms.
“Want to come to church with me this morning? You’ll get a chance to meet more people.”
“I don’t thi—” A thoughtful expression crossed her face. “Wait a minute. Will Curtis be there with Raine?”
The girl sure wanted out of that restaurant. Amy nodded. “Probably. He usually goes.”
“How long do I have to get ready?”
“Twenty-five minutes, thirty tops.”
“I can make it.” Carrying her coffee, Heather hurried from the kitchen.
The girl was going to hound Curtis about that job again. Amy carried her coffee to the back deck. The spring morning held a hint of moisture, and dew shimmered on the grass. The fence along the back of the property was falling over in one section, and she made a mental note to call a carpenter. Then she saw why it had been knocked over.
A banker pony stood munching her flowers. Its tail swished as it glanced up at her, then bent down to take another bite of her flowers. The small horses were total nuisances.
She set her coffee on the small table and leaped to her feet. “Shoo, go!” Waving her arms, she advanced on the animal.
The reddish horse snorted but didn’t back away from her herbs. As she neared, still yelling and waving her arms, she saw a deep gash on the horse’s flank. His foot was tangled in some calendula. The fight went out of her.
She held out her hand. “Oh, you poor thing. I’m glad you
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