laughed. “I won’t ask. I apologize, however.”
“No need, Paige. I just hope you feel better.”
John took the supply list, Chris and Paige to Eureka. They went to Target first so the groceries wouldn’t go bad in the truck while they shopped. She bought a few things—underwear, jeans, shirts. John held Chris’s hand outside the dressing room while she tried things on. They stopped at the bookstore. John spent some time in the history section, picking up a couple of books—the same type she’d seen on his bookshelf. Then when he came to the children’s section to see if they were ready to go, Paige put up the books they’d been looking at and said, “Okay.”
“Maybe we should get a new book or two,” he said.
“We have his favorites,” she said.
“We could use two new ones,” he said. “Okay if I do this?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said.
Maybe the best part of the outing was the drive. She’d come into Virgin River at night, in the rain, and except for her quick trip to Grace Valley along the back mountain roads, hadn’t seen much of the countryside. John took them for a little drive along the high cliffs of the Pacific Coast—so different up here in the north than in L.A. He passed through a redwood grove, then up into the mountains toward Virgin River.
She looked over at him as he drove; he was grinning. “Why are you smiling?” she asked him.
He turned to look at her. “I’ve never been shopping with a woman before,” he said. “I didn’t hate it.”
Five
D uring her stay in Virgin River, Paige started out in the bedroom above the kitchen, reluctant to step outside. Next the kitchen, then the bar, then late evenings with John in front of the fire, talking. And then she’d begun working, getting to know the locals. Gradually her circle widened until she’d been to the corner store a few times, then she’d gone to the little library, open on Tuesdays, to get picture books for Chris and novels for herself.
In only three weeks, she no longer felt like a guest. A newcomer, certainly, but for the first time in years, at ease with her surroundings. The days were long, the work wasn’t light. Her legs hurt again, and this time she was grateful for the opportunity to spend this kind of physical energy rather than being locked up and emotionally drained from the constant tension and uncertainty of her life. She fixed her own breakfast and lunch, ate dinner in the kitchen with Rick and John between hustling meals and doing dishes, and it felt good.
After Chris was asleep, she read for a couple of hours, and actually fell into the story, something she hadn’t been able to do in years. She left her sleeping boy to go downstairs to get herself a glass of milk, smiling as she descended the stairs—there was always a night-light on in the kitchen, welcoming her. She noticed a glow from the bar and peeked in. John sat in the darkened bar at the table in front of the fire, his feet up on the open hearth. She walked into the room.
“Isn’t this awful late for you?” she asked.
He jumped in surprise, put his feet on the floor and sat up straight. “Paige! I didn’t hear you come down.”
“Just prowling around, getting a glass of milk. What’s the matter? Can’t sleep?”
“Having a little trouble, yeah. I’ll go in a minute.”
“Want some company?” He had a strange look on his face. “Oh, I guess you want a little time to yourself.”
“That’s okay…” he said.
“No, I understand. You’ve been here alone all this time and now you have people underfoot. I’ll just see you in the—”
“Sit down, Paige,” he said, somber. Unhappy.
“Is everything all right?” she asked, pulling out a chair.
He shook his head. “It’s not so good. I didn’t want to do this tonight. I wanted to save this for morning.”
“Did I do something?” she asked, frowning. “Is there something I need to—”
“You’re perfect,” he said. “It’s not you—you’re
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