beginning.â
âIf thatâs what you want to do.â
She hesitated, looking for the right place to begin. âI was with my aunt a lot during the last couple of years of her life. She needed someone to take care of her and there wasnât anyone else. Aunt Claudia was not the most popular member of the family.â
âHell, I didnât even realize she had a family. She never mentioned the subject.â
âShe was the renegade. The black sheep. The one who was always a source of acute embarrassment. But I had always liked her a lot. And she liked me. Maybe it was because I looked so much like her. Or maybe she just felt sorry for me.â
âWhy would she feel sorry for you?â
âI think she saw me as a loner, just as she was. My parents divorced when I was small. They both remarried and started new families. I spent most of my youth shuttling back and forth between them but I never felt at home in either house. Aunt Claudia sensed that, I think.â
âGo on.â
âClaudia was very special to me. I know she had her faults, and her business ethics left a lot to be desired. But I loved her and she cared about me in her own way. She worried that I was too inclined to play it safe. She said I spent too much time trying to smooth things over and calm the waters. She kept urging me to take a few chances.â
â She sure knew how to take âem.â Mitchell chuckled reminiscently. âMaybe that was one of the reasons I couldnât take my eyes off her back in the old days.â
âShe never forgot you, Mitch. When she became seriously ill, I went to stay with her until the end. It took over a year for her to die. We had a lot of time to talk.â
âAnd one of the things you two talked about was Eclipse Bay? Is that what youâre saying?â
âYes. She became increasingly obsessed with what had happened here. Said she didnât have a lot of regrets, but the destruction of Harte-Madison was one of them. She talked about how she wished that she could make amends.â
âShe should have known she couldnât go back and fix something that happened so long ago,â Mitchell said.
âI know. But the subject became more and more important to her. Maybe because toward the end she became a serious student of New Age metaphysics. She talked a lot about karma and auras and such. At any rate, she asked me to come here after she was gone to find out how things stood. She wanted me to see if there was anything I could do to repair some of the damage she had done.â
âWell, shoot and damn.â Mitchell whistled softly. âSo thatâs why you showed up here in town late last summer?â
âYes. But shortly after I arrived, Rafe and Hannah returned and fell in love and made plans for Dreamscape. And then Gabe and Lillian started getting serious about each other. I turned around one day and you and Sullivan were having coffee together at the bakery.â She smiled slightly. âIt has become very clear that the feud is a relic of the past. The Hartes and the Madisons donât need my help mending the old rift.â
âHuh,â Mitchell said again. Thoughtful now.
She cleared her throat. âSo, I feel that itâs time for me to go.â
âJust like that? You plan to slip out of town and disappear into the sunset?â
âIt isnât that simple. As I said, I have to sell the gallery. And then thereâs the Childrenâs Art Show.â
âLoose ends.â
âYes.â
âI donât like it,â Mitchell said flatly.
âWhat donât you like?â
âSomething doesnât sit right here.â He whacked his cane absently against the trunk of a tree and eyed her with growing suspicion. âYou sure Nick Harte hasnât been making a pest of himself?â
âNo.â Another quick dance step back. This was getting sticky.