Page 8 of Rescued Hearts

“Yum! I’m starving.”

Felicity’s gaze traveled over the bags. “No wonder. Looks like you shopped till you were about to drop. What did you get?”

“I drove into the next town to buy beads.”

Her eyes popped. “All that is beads?”

“No, silly. Beads are really small.” She stuck out her tongue, and Felicity stuck hers out back. They shared a laugh.

“I see fresh flowers.”

“Yes! Aren’t they lovely? I picked them up for inspiration.” She plucked the bouquet from the bag and held them up for her sister to see. “Aren’t the colors just divine?”

The myriad of white, lavender and other shades of purple drew Felicity over like a bee.

“It’s the perfect color palette to inspire a new jewelry collection. I’m going to call it Lavender Horizon.”

“I love that idea, Honor. Knowing you, it’s going to be amazing.” She held up a wrist to display several bracelets Honor made for her. The earrings to match dangled from her lobes.

She returned to chopping herbs and adding them to a bowl. “Why did you drive all that way for beads when you can just buy them online?”

Honor stopped with one hand in the bag, a gasp on her lips. “I can’t just trust a photo on a website to show me what my bead stock looks like! No, no, no. I have toseethem!”

Her sister threw her a small smile, but one look at the tension around her lips and Honor knew something was up. “Why are you giving me that look?”

“What look?”

“The worried one. The same one Mom gives us.”

For a moment, Felicity didn’t answer. She selected another sprig of herbs, the knife hovering over it on the cutting board.

“Felicity?” She drifted closer to her sister.

She chewed at her lower lip. “Next time, I’d appreciate it if you let me know where you’re going.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Sorry I didn’t think to before. I’m so used to only answering to myself.”

The unspoken name of her ex seemed to hang between them, and Felicity gave her a sharp look. “I was worried, Honor. I thought I saw…” She set the knife down. Then picked it up again.

“What’s going on? What did you see?”

Her sister’s blue eyes met her own.

Panic fluttered in Honor’s chest.

“I thought I saw Sully’s van.”

She blinked. She didn’t know what she was expecting to hear, but it wasn’t anything to do with her ex.

“A Mercedes van,” her sister clarified.

“Well…” Why was her palms suddenly damp? “A lot of people have that same model of van.”

She shook her head. “Not here. Not in Willowbrook. This is a town full of SUVs and four-wheel drive trucks.” She abandoned the pesto and faced Honor. “I always wondered how he could afford that vehicle. He liked nice things but didn’t like to work.”

Honor winced at the claim. Thinking it was one thing—hearing her family member say it was another.

Felicity went on, “He never held down a real job that I knew of.”

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