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“They had a younger sister, Josephine. Her husband died young, shortly after they’d all settled here. She wasn’t even twenty yet, had two babies already, both sons. Story goes that Jo’s husband died soon after Jed had taken off, so Jeremiah took her under his roof and helped raise her kids. Not as his own, per se, but they were Blues, nonetheless. And—Cove history is wishy-washy on this, though I’m sure Jonah has records somewhere—but whatever his sister’s married name had been, those kids used the surname Blue. Jonah descends from them.”Calder took a moment, letting all the information settle a bit.“You have family?” Owen asked.“No kids, if that’s what you mean. I have three brothers. All younger.” He smiled at Owen’s wide eyes. “Two are married, two daughters apiece. The baby is still in college. Not a one of them cares a lick about what’s going on out here.” They’re too busy arguing with me. “So . . . yeah, we weren’t really raised to even think about this side.”“Well, Brooks w
EVERY BRIDE NEEDS SOMETHING "BLUE" Chapter 7
As the door swung shut behind him, Calder squinted at the bright late-morning sunshine. Interesting day. Idling at the curb was the blue beast . . . and a pensive-looking Scarlett. And it’s not even noon yet. He’d expected she’d be testy from being kept waiting. He really needed to stop assuming the worst about her.“Your gravel, ma’am,” he said and motioned toward the trunk.She looked up, clearly startled from her thoughts, making him wonder what had brought that brooding expression to her face. Then her eyebrows climbed even higher. “You. Again.”“Small town,” he replied, motioning again to the trunk.She leaned down and reached around for the lever, then popped the lid for him. “Why are you here?”“According to you? To destroy the Blue family and civilized life in the Cove as you know it.”She gave him an arched look. “I meant here at Hartley’s, but never mind, it’s none of—just never mind. If you could put that in the trunk, I really need to get back over to the pub. Careful, the
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He chuckled at the way she’d said that, like a closing statement meant to brook no further comment. “Yeah. You sound overcome with it.”She looked at him squarely then, which drew his fingertip along her cheek, down to her chin. “I’m very happy for my brother. I couldn’t be happier for him.”“Then why do you look so miserable? I figured it was from getting smacked in the face with an air bag. You got some other sort of unrest going on back at the plantation, Miz Scarlett?”She gave him a penetrating, no-bullshit stare, much the same way he imagined she’d look at someone she was about to cross-examine on the stand. It was impressive. But because he wasn’t on trial, it didn’t faze him in the least. He also noted she didn’t shift away from his touch. Now that fazed him.“No unrest. Everything will be fine,” she said. “Is fine.”He smiled, which spread to a grin when she scowled. “Good thing you’re not on the stand right now. You’re perjuring yourself.”Despite herself, she smiled a littl
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He searched her eyes, but couldn’t read her. Something was going on in there, likely something that had a lot to do with that uncertainty she’d spoken of when they’d run into each other earlier that morning. He wasn’t sure that should matter. It was her issue. She was an adult, making her own choices.“Good point. So . . . what do you want to do? For fun.”She held his gaze, then slowly straightened in her seat, trapping his fingertips under the seat belt as it was pulled taut once more. “I want to hijack you.”His eyes widened briefly. The exceedingly snug fit of his jeans, however, remained an abruptly increasing concern. “Don’t you have a rehearsal to get to? A sister in dire need of white gravel?”“We can drop the gravel off at Gus’s. She’ll understand the rest. It was her idea, after all.”“I’m thinking maybe I was too quick to judge your sister. We are talking about the same one?”“Crazy chick in the wacked-out bridesmaid dress driving the Prius?” she said, settling in her seat
EVERY BRIDE NEEDS SOMETHING "BLUE" Chapter 8
Hannah slipped out the front door of the pub and let it swing quietly shut behind her. Not that anyone would have heard if she’d slammed the thing. Dear Lord, but her head was one giant throb. As were her face, her mouth, and her shoulder. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed back at the Point and bury her head under a mound of pillows. Really soft, cool pillows. And maybe never crawl back out again.At least she’d finally been able to get out of that awful dress and hat. She and Delia had pulled their co-maid-of-honor rank and defeated Fiona and Kerry on wearing those ridiculous getups a minute longer once the rehearsal was over. Privately—though Hannah would never admit it to Fi—it had been pretty hilarious as they’d rehearsed the actual walk down the aisle. All of them together looked like the cast of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest Gets Hitched. In all honesty, the laughter and snide comments they’d shot back and forth had been the best sort of distraction, keeping h
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She understood how that felt.She let the memories roll in, almost defiantly now, all the times she’d spent at Delia’s, how much a part of her life it had been, and O’Reilly’s—Delia’s grandmother’s restaurant—too. Birthdays, graduation dinners. Older kids going to prom. O’Reilly’s had been gone before Hannah had reached prom age, but she remembered family dinners as a young girl, watching the teenagers coming in, boys all awkward in their tuxedos, girls in their fancy dresses, hair pinned up, corsages on wrists and boutonnieres pinned crookedly to lapels. It had all seemed so romantic to her.Hannah forced her thoughts away from what she thought about romance these days, and thought instead of Delia as she’d been that afternoon, in the awesomely appalling bridesmaid dress she’d worn to the rehearsal. The gothic, almost funereal, punk-style getup—complete with studded collar and chainmail chastity belt—had made Hannah feel positively stunning by comparison. Delia was about ten years he
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She shivered from the memory of his touch, his taste . . . his kiss. Even a half kiss from him had been enough to knock the sense right out of her. If a kiss to the corner of her mouth and a light stroke along her collarbone could turn her into a puddle of needy—His coat landed on her shoulders, jerking her thoughts mercifully away from that dangerous path. She didn’t bother shrugging it off and flinging it at him. Her little rant on the phone had zapped whatever defiant posturing she had left straight out of her. Instead, she pulled it closed in front of her, and tried not to breathe in the smell of him. Tried to make herself believe she hadn’t thought about that very scent well past the time she’d convinced herself that the whole scene in front of Hartley’s had just been an unfortunately timed chance meeting. Sort of like smashing into Beanie’s sign. Only less painful. Maybe.“So you graciously spared the town more needless gossip,” she said, struggling to pick up the thread of the
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Any other time, she’d have jerked away, made it clear that he couldn’t just . . . invade her personal space. So casually, so confidently. She wasn’t easy, she wasn’t . . . what they said she was. Far from. You’re a stone-cold bitch.Only she wasn’t that either. She was just a woman who’d fallen in love with the wrong man. A woman who’d had her heart shattered into a million pieces and handed back to her on a platter of public humiliation. She wasn’t ready for kisses, confident, casual, or otherwise. Not even if they felt like . . . oh, they felt so good.His lips were warm, firm, and tender all at the same time. He smelled good, he felt good. She wanted to sink in, to drown, to let everything fall away and simply float along on the lovely tingling sensations he was eliciting from her body. She was teetering, so close to that edge . . . then he pressed a kiss just below her ear, and her hair was swinging back into place, his jacket once again nudged up onto her shoulders. She didn’t—co
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She boggled at him. “Ten days to let someone with Brooks’s resources cover his ass? And what if I’m right and this was just the first volley?”Logan rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and swore under his breath. “Then we’ll cross that road when we come to it.” He kept talking when she would have jumped right back in. “I’m not canceling my honeymoon. It took too long to figure out the logistics in the first place. I won’t do that to Alex, and if you say anything, she’d be the first one to do it herself to help me.”“No, no, I wouldn’t want you to and I’m not going to say anything, I promise. I just—can’t someone you trust in a nearby precinct step in to handle things? Machias maybe? Or Lubec? It’s a hike, but they have more resources than we do.”“If something happens, then yes, at least temporarily until I can get back.” He looked at her. “If something happens, I will come back immediately, Hannah. But without any proof other than a string of hunches on your part—and mine,” he ad
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“I can’t rule it out, but it doesn’t seem likely. Not based on what I know at the moment, anyway.”“Except you don’t know anything.”They both fell silent for a moment and she ran through the previous night again in her mind, then started to list everyone connected with the docks, with Jonah, with the proposed club . . . but nothing stood out, nothing niggled, nothing seemed off. Except Winstock. Who had a lock-tight alibi.Then Logan suddenly swore under his breath.“What?” Hannah demanded. “What just occurred to you?”“There is one other thing after all,” Logan said quietly.Something in his tone made her feel a thread of alarm. “Just tell me already.”“A possible motive for Calder Blue.”“What reason could he possibly have—”“You know the family feud story, that the children Jed took might have been his, or might have been Jeremiah’s.”“That was over a century ago. What on earth could tie that to—”“If they were Jeremiah’s kids, or even one of them was . . . it’s possible then that
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“Tim and I are no longer together,” she said, just putting it out there, boom, done. He’d hear about it from Alex or their sisters anyway.He glanced at her, then reached over and put his hand on her arm, squeezed gently, before returning it to the steering wheel. “I should have called, or pushed, or gotten Barb to push. I’m—you know I’m not good at this stuff.”“Logan,” Hannah said quietly, abashed now, her irritation fleeing as quickly as he’d stirred it up. “I—I guess I owe you an apology. The whole family. Barb, too. I should have said something. Maybe not when it happened, but at some point since then. I just . . . I had to deal with it on my own. I didn’t say anything at the time, because we broke up over Christmas. I knew it was a special holiday for you and Alex, you’d been together a whole year.” She smiled over at him. “Fiona spilled to me in an e-mail that you were going to pop the question over the holidays.” She punched his shoulder, and he mock winced. “Who knew you were
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“Did someone die?”Hannah turned to find her brother in his big, police-issue SUV, idling at the curb. “No,” Hannah said, sniffling and smiling as she wiped her eyes. “Just . . . sister stuff.” She reached down for Alex’s hand, and squeezed it, felt better when Alex held on just as tightly.“I’m getting calls,” he said, mildly. “If you guys are going to keep this up, could you at least do it somewhere less . . . public?”Hannah looked back at the other three, then glanced past them to the gold letters painted on the shop window. They were all still standing outside Linda’s Nail Emporium on High Street. “Oh,” she said, looking back at Logan. “Right.” She gave Alex’s hand a final squeeze, then let go and walked over to the curb.“Actually,” Kerry called out, “we were just talking about The Lumber Yard. You know, that male strip club in Augusta.”Logan’s eyebrows did a slow climb as he looked from Kerry to his lovely bride-to-be.To Kerry’s delight and Hannah’s surprise, Alex simply smil
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“No strippers?” Kerry shook her head at the other three women. “If Delia were here, she’d side with me.”“She finally got the inspector out at her new place—no way was she missing that for a mani-pedi. And it would still be two against three,” Fiona said, beaming smugly.“My disappointment, it is deep,” Kerry replied gravely. “It’s like you all have lost your will to live.”“Maybe we’ve just lost our will to drive several hours to see men disrobe in front of a room full of women,” Fi shot back, smiling even more sweetly.“You all can go if you want to,” Alex said hastily. “I just—” She shrugged. “I’m good with the hot, naked guy I already have.”“Nobody likes a spoiled winner,” Kerry said, but she was giving Alex a high-five as she did so.Fiona groaned and clapped her hands over her eyes. “Bad images, bad images. I’m happy for you, but seriously, consider the audience.”Kerry rolled her eyes and slung an arm around Fi’s shoulders and pulled her in for a side hug. “That reaction is pr
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“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”For his part, Calder just leaned back and propped his booted foot on his knee again. He didn’t need Hannah’s help, but the entertainment value alone made it well worth any potential future complications. Professional or personal. He liked seeing Hannah in litigator mode. Anyone who thought her cold must not have been paying attention. She was fiery, passionate, anything but icy. He felt other parts respond to that train of thought and deliberately looked back at Logan. Yeah, that took care of that. For now.Calder spoke. “I’ve already explained to your brother, the chief here, that I was looking out over the docks and the harbor after my meeting was canceled, trying to figure out what Brooks Winstock’s bigger plan might be, when I ran into you lecturing some poor jerk in D.C. who was trying to hire you—”“That’s not pertinent to this investigation,” she inserted calmly enough, but he’d been watching her and hadn’t missed the brief flash of su
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“Hannah,” Calder said, as Logan also stood, but she merely nodded at him before turning back to her brother. It was only then that he noted she was carrying her leather day planner, and—a briefcase? Who brought a briefcase with them while on vacation for a family wedding?Hannah McCrae did. He found himself fighting a smile as he pulled out the chair next to his. “I won’t need that,” she said to him, “but thank you.” She looked at Logan. “Calder didn’t torch Jonah’s boathouse,” she told him. “And you’re wasting valuable time you could be spending on finding out who actually did.”“Excuse me, Counselor,” Logan interrupted, appearing surprised, but otherwise not at all perturbed by her sudden intrusion. “I’m not done questioning Mr. Blue. I’ll be happy to talk to you separately. In fact, you’re next on my list.”“There’s a list?” she asked. “Good. That’s very good. But I’m not leaving.” Calder shifted behind the chair, and pushed it in for her as she apparently changed her mind and took
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Logan nodded, but didn’t say anything.“So, with that theory in mind, I was walking the harbor road, scoping it out from a contractor’s viewpoint, trying to see it as Winstock might envision it. With the shipyard out of his reach, the only real place he could have a presence on the waterfront would be in Blue’s spot. After that, it’s government-owned property with the Coast Guard, and then you’re out of the pocket of the harbor itself into less showy property units.”“What makes you think his vision includes more waterfront property?”Calder shrugged. “That’s all he’s gone after so far. If he wants to make his mark, and especially if he envisions tourists being any part of his scheme, the waterfront is really the only place to do it.”Logan made more notes, but said nothing.“Bottom line, I can’t help but think Winstock is using me, somehow, some way, to get to Jonah. I told Jonah as much the day we met, and that was before my talk with Owen. It’s the only reason I can see for Winstoc
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Calder drew in a slow breath, let it out, and got his thoughts in order. “I was supposed to meet with Brooks Winstock the evening prior. Wednesday. To discuss the details of a job he’s hiring me to do.”“Which is?”Calder sighed. So, it’s going to be like that, is it? McCrae knew damn well what he’d been hired to do, but was going to put him through his paces. Calder decided that was a good thing. Neat and tidy, all the facts lined up, i’s dotted, t’s crossed. “Building the yacht club. He acquired the property last August and originally had wanted the thing done by this July fourth, but the winter came in early, stayed late, and then he apparently had a falling-out with the architect, hired a new one, then the original contractor walked due to the architect switch.” Calder lifted his shoulders. “When he—Winstock—accepted my bid, he seemed pretty worked up about getting this thing under way as quickly as possible. But he ended up postponing our original Wednesday meeting to yesterday,
