She sighed and he heard turmoil and regret in the sound. “Right. Here we are.”
She stepped away from him and immersed her hands in the dishwater, a slight brush of color on her cheeks as she started scrubbing a pan with fierce concentration.
He sighed, compelled to honesty. “I’m not looking for anything. You need to know that. This just sort of... happened.”
The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to dip a dozen degrees and he could swear the rain lashed the windows with much more force than before.
When she spoke, her voice was as cool as the rain. “That makes two of us, then.”
“Right.”
He was digging himself in deeper but he had to attempt an explanation. “We just have this...thing between us. I have to tell you, I don’t quite understand it.”
“Don’t you?” Her voice was positively icy now and he realized how his words could be construed.
He sighed again, hating this awkward discomfort. “You’re a beautiful woman, Sage. You have to know that. Any man would be crazy not to find you attractive. But I swear, until this morning I have never in my life kissed a woman I haven’t at least taken on two or three dates. I’ve never known anything like this. You just do something to me. I can’t explain it. To be honest, I’m not sure I like it.”
The ice in her eyes had thawed a little, he saw, though he wasn’t sure he was thrilled with the shadow of amusement that replaced it.
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“I haven’t dated in a decade,” he confessed. “My wife and I were married for seven years and Brooke has been gone for two years now. I’m afraid I’m out of practice at this whole man–woman thing.”
She sent him a sidelong look he couldn’t read. “I wouldn’t exactly say that.”
Oddly, he could swear he heard a ripple of low laughter coming from the other room. He shifted his gaze to the doorway into her living room and saw Sage do the same, almost as if she could hear it, too.
No one was there, he could tell in an instant, but his attention was suddenly caught by a picture he hadn’t noticed before hanging on the wall of the kitchen.
He stared at the image of two women on what looked like a sea cliff, their cheeks pressed together as they embraced, deep affection in their eyes.
One was Sage, a lighthearted joy in her expression he hadn’t seen before. But his shock of recognition was for the other person, the one with the wrinkled features and mischievous eyes.... He moved closer for a better look.
“I know this woman!”
Sage blinked a little at his abrupt change of topic. “Abigail? You know Abigail?”
“Yes! Abigail, that’s her name!”
“Abigail Dandridge. She’s the one who left me this house. She was my best friend in the world.”
“I never knew her last name. She’s dead, then.” An obvious statement, but he couldn’t for the world think of what else to say.
She nodded, her eyes suddenly dark with emotion. “It’s been almost five weeks now. Her heart just stopped in her sleep one night. No warning signs at all. I know she would have wanted to go that way, but... I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye—you know?—and everything feels sounfinished. I still feel her here, in the house. At random moments I think I smell her favorite scent or feel the touch of her hand in my hair. It’s a cliché, but I still keep thinking I’ll hear her voice any minute now, calling me down the stairs to share some gossip over tea.”
He suddenly understood the sorrow he glimpsed every once in a while in Sage’s eyes. He wanted to comfort her but couldn’t find the words, not through his own shock and sadness.
She looked at him with puzzlement in her eyes. “I’m sorry. How did you say you knew her?”
“I suppose I can’t really say I knew her. I met her only briefly but the encounter was...unforgettable.”
She smiled, a little tremulously. “Abigail often had that effect on people.”
“I should have figured it out. You know, I thought Conan looked familiar but I didn’t put the pieces together until right this moment. I can’t believe she’s gone.”
“You met her then? She didn’t say anything about it.”
“It probably wasn’t as significant a meeting for her as it was for me. I came to town scouting locations for a new property. I was jogging early one morning and I saw her and I guess it was Conan. I don’t know why I stopped to talk to her—maybe I stopped to tie my shoe or something—but we struck up a conversation. It was the oddest thing. After we talked for awhile, she insisted on taking me to breakfast at The Sea Urchin—and I went, which isn’t at all like me.”