She steered the vehicle toward the waterfront. The town librarian passed the gazebo on the village green. Caroline threw out her hand in greeting.
“Evy Pruitt,” Caroline added by way of explanation. “Newly married to Deputy Sheriff Charlie Pruitt.”
After years of moving from one base to the next, Kristina loved the small-town friendliness. “Evy’s also Sawyer Kole’s sister, right? And therefore your other sister Honey’s sister-in-law. Got it.”
Which in the hospitable South made the young librarian not only kin by marriage to Caroline, but in a weirdly, endearing kind of way kin to Kristina, too.
Bypassing the Sandpiper Café and the Coast Guard station, Kristina nosed the car into a parking space along the seawall outside the former seafood-processing building. Power tools buzzed as the renovations on the aquatic center neared completion.
Caroline opened the door. “Thanks, Kristina.”
“Before you go...”
Caroline paused, one foot on the ground.
Kristina took a breath. “I wondered if you might have heard anything about the crop—” She moistened her lips. “I mean, the aerial application specialist out my way. Canyon Collier.”
Caroline’s brown eyes narrowed. “What has he done? Is he bothering you? If so, Weston will—”
“It’s not that. Collier offered Gray a part-time job at the airfield, and I wanted to find out more before I agreed.”
“He and his brother were ahead of me by a few grades in high school.” Caroline’s eyes dropped to her shoes. “And we didn’t run in the same circles.”
Kristina’s lips tightened. “By your tone, I’m sensing their circles ran toward trouble.”
Caroline let out a breath. “I’m the last person in the world to cast stones, but one of the Colliers got into big trouble back then. I don’t remember which brother.”
Kristina’s heart thumped. “You mean trouble with the law?”
“Like I said, I don’t remember which brother. They left the Shore soon after. By force or choice, I don’t know. One went into the Coast Guard, though.”
Kristina assumed that would be Canyon Collier. Maybe where he acquired his aviation skills.
“I don’t know much about the one who returned.” Caroline cocked her head. “Given my own history of being a black sheep prodigal, I’m inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
“Whether he deserves it or not?”
Caroline nodded. “Whether he deserves it or not. But by all accounts, this Collier has built a solid agribusiness with the local farmers. A good pilot, I’ve heard. A trustworthy businessman.”
“But what about Gray working there?” Kristina bit her lip. “This job and this guy have become important to Gray.”
Uncomfortably important to her son. But if she were honest, she was equally disturbed by the fluttery feeling the man had evoked in her as well.
Caroline turned toward the whine of a drill inside the building. “You should talk to Evy’s brother, Sawyer. He’s the general contractor on the renovation. I’ve seen him and Collier hanging out at the Sandpiper over Long John doughnuts.”
Or maybe it would also be wise to talk to Evy Pruitt’s deputy sheriff husband.
Caroline unfolded from the car. “And of course, you must pray about what to do.”
Kristina’s gaze skittered to the white clapboard church whose steeple brushed the sky above the harbor. How could she tell her sister-in-law that since Pax died, her prayers felt as if they bounced off a Teflon ceiling?
Where was God when Pax was killed? Had God been off duty when she was widowed? What kind of Father would leave Gray without a father?
But she couldn’t say those things to Caroline, whose own rediscovered faith had been wrested from a dark abyss of despair. Kristina fidgeted in her seat at her blasphemous thoughts. She’d been raised to put her trust and hope in God.
Which was exactly the problem. Her trust had been shattered and her hope as lost as Pax’s plane. Even worse, she didn’t know how to get them back. And she wasn’t unaware that her faith had ebbed at the same rate the fear had taken hold.
Caroline closed the car door with a soft click. “Everyone deserves a second chance, Kristina. I’m so thankful God gave me a do-over, despite the bad choices I made in the past.”
Everyone deserved a second chance. Until they didn’t. Kristina backed out of the parking space. Did that include her, too?
* * *
Canyon wrapped his hands around the steering wheel of the Jeep Cherokee. The tension was palpable enough to cut with a propeller. He shot a furtive look at the sixteen-year-old girl beside him.
Shoulders hunched, Jade stared out the window at the passing scenery. She was no longer the little girl he remembered. But then, he’d last laid eyes on her almost a decade ago.
He should’ve tried harder. With a mother like Jade’s, he should’ve kept in touch. But keeping in touch meant entangling complications. Cords binding him to a past he’d rather forget. Snares he thought he’d left behind when he ditched the Shore after high school and enlisted in the Coast Guard.
Canyon rubbed his hand over his face. Jade swiveled. They locked eyes for a moment.
The vulnerability in her green eyes punched him in the gut. The fear in her gaze, however, was swiftly replaced by the all too familiar anger Jade wore like a cloak around her thin shoulders. For Canyon, guilt surged anew.
How had he let himself get talked into the guardianship of a belligerent adolescent he barely recognized? Kristina Montgomery had hit the nail on the head earlier—what did he know about parenting?
Especially parenting a teenage girl. This was going to be a disaster. None of this ought to be his responsibility. He let out a sigh.
“This isn’t something either you or I wanted.” Jade waved her hand. “Take me to the ferry. I’ll go to the mainland. Child Protective Services will be none the wiser.”
He gripped the wheel. “And exactly how do you think you’d survive alone over there?”
“Just like I fended for myself before getting nabbed by the police.”
“You were arrested because you broke the law by shoplifting, Jade.”
Those green eyes of hers smoldered. “It was a pack of beef jerky.”
“Why did you do it, Jade? To prove you could? For a dare?”
“I—I...” She turned to the window. “I was hungry. Brandi had spent her paycheck, and I hadn’t seen her in a week.”
Another punch to his solar plexus. He could only imagine how Brandi—Jade’s so-called mother—had spent the meager salary she earned at the Gas and Go Quick Stop. At the image of Jade on the streets alone, something inside him twisted.
Far too reminiscent of what had happened to him and Jade’s father, Beech, before their mom dropped them off at their grandma’s in Kiptohanock and did everyone a favor by never coming back.
“I guarantee you won’t go hungry.” His voice was gruff. “But like it or not, you’re stuck with me, kid.”
From the set expression on her face, he concluded she liked it about as much as him. Still, he was supposed to be the grown-up.
“It’s going to be all right, Jade.”
She