chair.â Drewâs voice boomed from just behind Millanie. âIâm on the first date Iâve had in years and youâre not invited to join us. Whatever this weekâs crisis is can wait, Kare.â
She flashed her brown eyes at Millanie, begging one more time for help.
Millanie nodded and patted the girlâs hand as if silently swearing to oblige.
Kare jumped up. She kissed her brother on the cheek and danced away as if theyâd somehow solved her problem.
Drew sat down and offered Millanie one of the drinks. âI warned you to stay away from my sister.â
âIt wasnât easy to run with this leg.â She saw the lift of his lip and knew he wasnât serious. âYou always solve her problems, donât you?â
âItâs my mission in life, it seems. Last week she was convinced there was a ring of catnappers running wild in the streets. A week before that she thought she met a man who didnât have a heart. I mean really didnât have one. She claimed sheâd read about heart thieves in an old book. Last month I put a dozen holes in her wall because she swore she heard something trapped inside. Now you know why I donât have time for TV or movies.â
âOr dates, apparently.â
He shook his head. âNot dating was by choice.â He grabbed a fry and pointed it toward her. âNow, answer my question. Whyâd you come back to Harmony?â
Their meals were half eaten since heâd asked. He waited. She stalled by acting like she was starving.
Finally, when all her chicken was gone, she said, âI donât know why I came back. I lived here as a kid and I guess itâs as close to being home as anywhere. My roots are here. Mygreat-great-grandparents started this town.â She couldnât tell him sheâd returned here simply because she had nowhere else to go.
He ate a few bites without speaking, then said more to himself than to her, âThatâs not the answer, but itâll do for now.â He pushed his food aside and added, âYou want to go for a ride?â
Millanie tilted her head and studied him. âWhat about your sisterâs emergency?â
âI talked to a friend about it when she woke me up from my afternoon nap. The law doesnât think Wheeler killed his wife. In fact, she did a pretty good job of mentally beating him up before she left. If he hadnât said he buried her, the sheriff wouldnât have arrested him. But itâs hard to ignore a confession and everyoneâs talking.â
âSmall towns.â Sheâd never understood them. âI remember some of my motherâs stories about growing up here, but we moved before I paid much attention.â
âYou got to love them. They have two jars on the bar for money. One to bet on how he killed her and the other to help pay for his defense.â Drew put his arm around her to help her up, as casually as if heâd done it a hundred times. âLetâs get out of here before my sister comes back.â
The wind had died and the night was warm and rich with the aroma of summer. He drove her through the streets of Harmony. Neither talked much. She pointed out a few places she remembered. He gave no hint of where he grew up.
Finally, she asked, âYou said you didnât date, so why me? Why now?â
âMaybe I havenât run across a woman who had what I wanted?â
She laughed. âWhat? Two lips?â She liked the low laugh he had when she caught him off guard.
âNo, itâs more than that. I donât know what, but you have something, lady. Something very rare. Maybe something only I see.â
She thought of saying that whatever she had must be very rare because no one else had ever mentioned it. Maybe hewas a romantic, looking for a magic that wasnât there. The stars werenât aligning for love. They were simply two people who were probably a little lonely,