The Secrets of Bell River

It had probably half killed Jude when Haley talked him into leaving all this behind for Hollywood. For the hundredth time, Mitch wondered why on earth Jude had said yes.

Of course, Mitch would have left Silverdell, Bell River, everyone and everything, for Bonnie. He had done exactly that, in fact. Bonnie had come to work for Bell River, literally out of nowhere, with no past and no promises that she’d stay. She’d been there only a few months, but during those months he’d fallen in love. When Bonnie told him one day that she needed to run away from Silverdell, he’d chosen to go with her, no questions asked.

But Haley and Bonnie were two entirely different kettles of fish.

At least he hoped they were. Because in the end, what did he really know about who Bonnie was?

To distract himself, he picked up a couple of magazines from the nearby table and leafed through them. Molly must have left them here. He couldn’t imagine Jude reading Behind the Screen or Hair Today.

He flipped through the hair magazine first, hoping he’d see something ridiculous enough to spark a joke or two. And sure enough, he saw women paying big bucks to look like poodles, and San Quentin convicts, and bristlecone pines, but none of it seemed very funny. It made him think about Bonnie again, and that tantalizing glimpse of golden-red sunshine that sometimes had peeked out at the roots right before she touched up the dye on her hair.

Why hadn’t she ever told him the reason she had to hide her real color? Why hadn’t she trusted him enough to tell him what she was running from? Why hadn’t she ever told him...anything? He’d been her lover. He’d been by her side for nine whole months, and he’d kept his promise...no questions.

But why should he have had to ask? He loved her. She loved him. Shouldn’t that have given him the right to know what they were fleeing from?

“Just for the record,” he said, “love is a giant sucking, stinking sinkhole.”

Jude raised his head, lifting his gouge from the spindle he’d been turning. “Very poetic, Shakespeare.”

“No. I’m serious. And I’m not just talking about me. What about Molly and that phlegm-head husband of hers? And what about...yeah, I’m going to say it, buddy. What about you and round-heeled Haley Hawthorne?”

Mitch was pushing his luck. Jude had made it clear when he got back from Los Angeles that he didn’t intend to discuss the romance with Haley, his accident or his years in Hollywood. Not with anyone. The Dellians who were dying of curiosity could just die, for all he cared. He even stonewalled Mitch most of the time. But once or twice, late at night like this, Jude had let enough slip that Mitch understood how crappy the whole thing had been.

Jude’s blue eyes glittered, hard marbles in the bright light over the lathe, and for a minute Mitch thought he was about to get blasted. Weirdly, he almost welcomed it. A bruising, pissed-off fistfight would at least be a sign that he was still alive.

But Jude blinked and his shoulders relaxed. “Okay, but what about Rowena and Dallas? What about Bree and Gray? What about Penny and Max?”

Mitch rolled his eyes. “They don’t count. There’s gotta be something in the water over at Bell River, some kind of love potion that makes everyone go gaga.”

Jude turned to his lathe. “So drink some, for God’s sake, and quit whining. The cure for one woman is another woman. You’ve known that since you were ten.”

Maybe. But that particular “cure” worked only when you were ten. It worked only when all girls were identical bundles of hormones wrapped up in slightly different packages. It didn’t work when...

It didn’t work when you grew up. It didn’t work when you fell in love.

But he didn’t say any of that out loud. Even he was ashamed to whine that bad.

He dropped Hair Today on the table and opened Behind the Screen. He turned two or three pages. And then, out of nowhere, there she was, the biggest picture on a page full of starlets, right under a headline that read, Faces to Watch. Beautiful, pouty-lipped, slutty-eyed Haley Hawthorne.

“Oh, brother.” Without realizing it, Mitch made the disgusted sound out loud.

In the corner, the lathe slowed again. Without turning, Jude spoke tersely. “Don’t waste your time reading trash, Mitch.”

“You saw this?” He held up the magazine, but Jude still didn’t turn around.

“Of course. Molly eats that crap up. But even if she hadn’t shown me, at least six people in town did.”

“Nice.” Mitch felt like spitting onto the picture, though that would be pretty juvenile, and not anywhere nearly as rewarding as spitting in Haley’s actual face. Now that might make him feel fairly buoyant for a minute or two.

“Gossips are saying she called you, earlier today,” he said carefully.

Jude didn’t respond.

“Well, did she? Dang it, Jude. Why are you such a clam about it? I thought she’d promised not to bother you for six months. I thought she had given you that long to heal and—” he chose his words judiciously “—to decide what you really want.”

Jude’s mouth tilted up at one corner. “And Haley always keeps her promises. She’s famous for her patience.”

“Don’t go all sarcastic on me. What did she want?”

“What she always wants—me to come back.”

“You told her you aren’t going to, though, right?” Mitch knew Jude must have done so. Jude had told Haley no for months now, but the delusional brat was so spoiled she didn’t believe it. She always thought she could cast a spell on anyone, and get exactly what she wanted, sooner or later.

“You told her no. Right?” Mitch wasn’t sure why he even asked, except that he lived in fear that one day Haley might prove that she hadn’t been delusional—that Jude was still under her spell and she could dance him straight back to Hollywood.

“Of course I told her,” Jude said softly, his tone indicating his refusal to be drawn into melodrama. “But you know how she is. She cries, apologizes for rushing me and vows not to ask again until the six months are up. She thinks I just need time to—” he looked at the piece of wood he held “—get over what happened.”

What happened. Mitch had heard only bits and pieces, but that was enough.

“I don’t know how you stand it, Jude,” Mitch said, his voice surprising him with its husky anger. But damn it. He and Haley and Jude had been kids together here. Jude had straight-up saved her life, no two ways about it. For her to treat him that way, as if he were a meal ticket, a sugar daddy, a stepping stone on her way to stardom...

Well, it chaffed Mitch big-time. And if she were pretending to be singing another tune now, he hoped Jude was smart enough not to fall for it.

“I don’t know how you listen to everyone carry on about her, ‘such a sweetheart, such a beauty, such a credit to Silverdell’...and never say a word.”

Without answering, Jude angled his gouge and put another scroll in the wood. Frustrated, Mitch stared at his friend’s back, thinking of the scars beneath his ratty sweater, and the limp that showed up at odd moments, when he stepped wrong on that bum ankle.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he repeated harshly. “And frankly I don’t know why you do it.”

There was one explanation, of course, and it chilled Mitch to consider it. Maybe Jude protected Haley’s reputation because he still loved her. Maybe, in spite of everything, he was still the guy who had, once upon a time, faced dragons to protect her, gone hungry so she could eat.

Maybe Jude and Mitch weren’t that different, after all. Both of them still in love with women who no longer existed.

It made him sick. Jude deserved a hell of a lot better than Haley Hawthorne. And if he didn’t find someone soon, he’d be that much more vulnerable to Haley’s siren call. She might be a skank, but she was hot.

“Hey,” he said, suddenly inspired. “I hear you met the new hire, Tess, when she came to interview. I hear you were the guinea pig again.”

“Yep.”

“So what did you think?”

“She’s good.”

“Yeah. But I mean what did you think?”

Jude chuckled. “What is it with everyone? I think she seems very nice. She’s pleasant. She seems to have walking-around sense. She’s talented. She’s fine.”

Mitch let a second’s silence pass. “Not bad-looking, either.”

“You think so?” Jude lifted a shoulder. “Then good. Ask her out. Maybe she’ll take your mind off Bonnie for a while.”

“No. Not me.” Mitch had a feeling Jude was being deliberately dense. But he didn’t want to come right out and say that Tess’s fragile vulnerability seemed like it might be right up Jude’s alley. Mitch had only seen her for twenty minutes or so, but somehow she looked like the kind of gal who could use a knight in shining armor.

And, to put a spin on Jude’s advice to him, the only cure for one damsel in distress was another damsel in distress....

“I was thinking about you, numbskull. I was thinking you might ask her out. She’s kind of interesting. When they offered her the job earlier tonight, I thought she was going to turn it down. But then, at the last minute, she said yes. And you know what’s weird? It was almost as if the clincher, the thing that made her decide to take it, was learning about the ghost.”

Jude turned at that comment. “No way.”

“Yes. They had to tell her, because Isamar had one of her visions. You know, she thinks she sees Moira floating on the staircase.”

“I know. What I don’t know is whether Isamar is loony or just putting everyone on. Or—” Jude smiled “—maybe she has the occasional nip of brandy. I’ve heard that enhances one’s ability to detect paranormal activity.”

Mitch laughed. Everyone knew Isamar was one of those sweet but superstitious types who secretly wanted life to be a lot more exciting than it was. She “saw” Moira, sure, but she also saw the ghosts of her favorite characters in books, and even once insisted that the ghost of Brad Pitt had come to her room asking for milk and cookies.

“Yeah, well, anyhow, she usually keeps her visions to herself, so as not to scare the guests. But this time ‘smart’ Alec came in blurting it out. We all figured that cooked the goose, for sure, but instead Tess seemed positively fascinated, and—”

Before he could finish the sentence, the baby monitor, which sat on Jude’s workbench, never more than a foot or two from him, crackled to life. The static was followed by the sound of a baby’s cries. And then came his sister’s voice, weighed down by the threat of imminent tears.

“Hush, Beeba, hush. Please. Please. Can’t you sleep? Just one night? Can’t you—”

In an instant, Jude was heading toward the house.

“Sorry, Mitch,” he said as he reached the door. “If anyone is going to ask Tess out, it’ll have to be you. My life has way too many females in it already.”

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