room, and then she glanced over at Nora. During the whole conversation Nora had been slicing that same loaf of breadâsawing the knife slowly back and forth against the cutting board.
âAre you all right, Nora?â Carolyn asked, but the womanâs shoulders remained just as stiff, just as straight.
The knife made a dull thudding sound as Nora laid it on the counter.
âNora?â Carolyn tried again. âJoss was telling the truth, wasnât he? There really was someone up there on the walk, and he really did see her.â
Nora didnât turn. Her right hand made a quick swipe at her apron, then closed around the knife again.
The blade sawed once.
âIâve cut myself,â Nora said.
Carolyn rushed to her side, seeing the dark red flow over Noraâs wrist. She turned on the faucet and forced Noraâs hand beneath the water, then looked anxiously into the womanâs face.
It was a perfect mask. No pain ⦠no surprise ⦠nothing.
âClumsy of me,â Nora mumbled.
âNoraââ
âItâs only a scratch. Iâll tend to it in the bathroom.â
Before Carolyn could answer, Nora turned away and disappeared down the hall. Carolyn heard the bathroom door close, and she leaned against the counter, putting her head in her hands.
âCarolyn!â Mrs. Baxter called.
âYes, itâs almost ready!â
She could hear them talking as she heated the soup, as she toasted the bread, as she ladled the chowder into bowls and arranged places at the kitchen table. Momâs voice always got louder when she was happy, and she was certainly happy now.
âIt seemed like such a perfect opportunity when I got this place,â Mrs. Baxter was saying as she and Joss strolled into the kitchen. âIâve always wanted to open a guest houseâand it was a good time for making changes.â
Carolyn leaned over to check a burner on the stove. She felt Joss pass behind her ⦠felt his body lightly brush against hers. She straightened, a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach.
âWell, youâd think with this being our first guest, we could at least eat in the dining room,â Mom teased, waving Joss into a chair.
âThis is fine,â Joss assured her. âVery homey.â
Carolyn served the soup and bread. âDoes anyone need anything else?â she asked politely.
âSit down and join us,â Mom said.
Reluctantly Carolyn pulled up a chair, but she didnât feel like eating.
âCarolyn could certainly use a friend,â Mrs. Baxter went on softly. âThis move has been especially hard on her. Leaving all her old friends behindââ
âMom,â Carolyn broke in quickly, âIâm sure all our problems are really boring to himââ
âWeâre only getting acquainted.â Mom sounded a little annoyed at the criticism. âAnd Iâm sure Joss must know that awful feeling of having to leave people behind, traveling around like he does.â
The black eyes shifted to Carolynâs face.
âIâve had to leave lots of people behind,â Joss said quietly. âAnd you could never be boring to me, Carolyn.â
Carolyn looked away, flustered. What is he doing here? Why is she letting him stay?
âAs a matter of fact,â Joss went on, dropping his eyes, studying his soup spoon, âI feel like I know you already.â
The room seemed to grow smaller around herâsmallerâand smaller stillâuntil there was just her and Joss and the echo of his voice in the silence and the sheen of his hair as it hung dark and loose around his faceâand then his eyes lifted againâslowlyâand she was caught thereâtrappedâsomething foreign and frightening and terribly wonderful fluttering deep, deep in her heartâ
ââCarolyn?â
âWh-what?â Carolyn stammered.
Her cheeks went pink as she realized everyone