the information to herself, until after the meeting. It wasn’t like her.
Unless Cedar and his manipulative ways had worn off on her without her being aware of it.
Raine’s expression seemed to ease. As though she wasn’t so worried anymore. Which eased Heather’s level of tension, too.
Good. She’d been right to come. She’d been overreacting and...
“And when you did tell him, he got upset?” Raine asked.
“I haven’t told him yet.”
“Lunch was what...three hours ago?”
She shrugged. “About that.”
“And you haven’t called Charles in all that time?”
“It’s been a busy afternoon.”
“Yet you had the time to drive here.”
If she’d been sitting with Lianna, the statement would have sounded more like an accusation. But the point being made was the same. Just more delicately put.
Was that why she’d come to Raine? To be treated like a hothouse flower, rather than the strong, capable woman she expected herself to be?
She unloaded in a rush. “I have to do the favor Cedar asked,” she said. “Charles is going to think it’s because I’m not really over him, or that he has some kind of hold on me. But I swear to you, Raine, I had no problem telling him like it is.” She told her about Dominic Miller’s woman-friend. About Cedar giving her a chance to help right an egregious wrong. “I might be the only one who can get through to her in the little time we’ll have. Residents can’t stay at the Stand for longer than six weeks max. At least, not without special permission.” The Stand didn’t have to adhere to state mandates, and sometimes residents did stay on...
“You don’t need to convince me, sweetie.” Raine’s brow was creased, but she was smiling, too. “This sounds like any number of other jobs you’ve done. It’s precisely why people call you.”
She had a good point.
“So...you think Charles will understand why I have to at least go talk to the woman?”
Raine’s shrug was noncommittal. “I can’t speak for Charles and don’t know him well enough to make an educated guess.”
Raine had given the problem right back to her. What was she missing that her friend could see? And expected her to get? Or was she slowly losing her mind, thinking everyone was seeing things she couldn’t?
She shook her head. There was a shadow side to everything. Doubt and uncertainty... And when it came to her ability to put herself in others’ shoes, to read them more accurately than most, that shadow side could interfere.
No...that problem hadn’t surfaced until Cedar had used her. She hadn’t questioned herself until then. Not like she had since.
“You think I’m overreacting as a side effect of having seen Cedar?”
Raine shrugged again. “Maybe.”
“What else would it be?”
“I could see you needing some space to process the whole Cedar thing before being ready to defend it to someone else.”
Yes. For the first time since Saturday night, when she’d agreed to the meeting with Cedar, her stomach settled.
“What I went through with him...the intense love and then the horrible betrayal... Of course I need time to process seeing him again.” It all made sense now.
“Which is why I was worried about you and Charles getting engaged so soon.”
Heather’s stomach clenched again. “You think I’m not over Cedar?”
“I think you’re over being in a relationship with him. You’re over some parts of having been in love with him. The rest... I don’t know...”
“What rest? What else is there?”
“The residual effects. I don’t know,” she repeated. “I’m not a professional counselor.” Heather had seen a counselor the year before, when she’d broken up with Cedar. Because of her job, she’d had to make sure her head was on straight. “It seems to me that the damage Cedar did... Well, you need to give yourself time to cope with that. And then to find out who you are when you come out the other side.”
How was it possible that a heavy weight would lift at the same time that that one settled on her? That peace would come with dread attached.
“I’m ready to be with Charles. Just not ready to be engaged...” She said the words aloud, but she’d recognized the truth of them before she spoke. “I need to learn how to be in a relationship in a healthy way before I commit myself to anyone... I have to be fully recovered...”
She wasn’t sure she’d ever fully get over the damage that Cedar had caused her psyche, her heart. She’d thought she had, until she’d seen him again.
Whenever she’d thought about him since seeing him at the party—and he’d been on her mind far too often because of the “secret” meeting she’d agreed to have with him—those thoughts had been accompanied by a horrible feeling inside her.
“I don’t know about a full recovery,” Raine said with a real, no-frown-attached grin. “But I’d say that you at least need to be able to talk to your fiancé about him.”
Her fiancé.
Oh, God. “I have to give Charles his ring back.”
“Or take it off for now. Postpone the engagement.”
Charles was in such a hurry to get married. Remarried. The first time hadn’t worked out, and his chances of being young enough to be the kind of involved father he wanted to be were diminishing.
He’d been completely honest with her, and she’d understood. But that didn’t make the quick engagement right for her...
“He’s the man for me,” she said now, still certain of that. She enjoyed being with Charles. Looked forward to their visits. Was entertained by his company. And felt absolutely none of the debilitating emotional-rollercoaster ride Cedar had taken her on. Charles was steady and affectionate, even in the hard times. Understanding.
He was going to be devastated.
“I’m having dinner with him at his place tonight,” she said, sitting forward. “At seven. He’s grilling steaks, and we were going to share a bottle of wine on the upper deck and talk about the wedding.” She’d been looking forward to the upper-deck dinner, the wine. The ocean view, the handsome man.
Raine was meeting her gaze, silent.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to talk to him.”
“I wasn’t worried about that. I’m just... I’m here if you need to talk, okay?”
Raine was worried about her getting hurt. The same way Heather worried about Raine ever finding the man of her dreams.
“You want to go up to wine country this weekend?” she asked, liking the idea even as it occurred to her. “A girls’ getaway, like we did in college?”
“I have class until noon on Saturday. I could go after that.”
“If we fly up, we can take the early Monday flight back and be home in time for work.” Just like they’d made it back for Monday-morning class more than once.
Raine stood, grinning. “I’ll make the reservations,” she said, reaching to give Heather a hug. “And why don’t you ask Lianna? We talked some the other night, and it seems like we should all be friends, rather than pulling you back and forth between us...”
Feeling as if a part of her life was finally flying high, while the rest of it was about to crumble, Heather hugged her friend back and