is he?”
“A friend I met at the library.”
“Grandma said you need to be careful. That he sorta picked you up.”
Nell bit back an unkind retort. “Give me credit for being smarter than that.” Yet, what did she really know about Brady Logan? He was a successful businessman and a grieving widower. But beyond that? “He’s new in town. We’re friends. End of discussion.” She preheated the oven. “Now tell me about registration.”
Abby eyed her dubiously, aware her mother was changing the subject, then shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Tonya’s locker is in the same hall, and we both have Mr. Sanders for English. We had this dumb assembly about the rules. They treat us like babies.”
Nell stifled a smile.
“What’s his name?”
“Whose name?”
“The man.”
Nell put her arm around her daughter, thankful Abby didn’t pull away. “Brady Logan,” she said in an even voice. “Abby, he’s no one you need to be concerned about.”
“That’s a relief.”
Nell turned her daughter so she could look into her eyes. “Honey, things don’t stay the same.”
“Duh. You think I don’t know that? If they did, Dad would still be here.”
Nell summoned every ounce of patience. “Someday you will have a boyfriend, go off to college, get married. And someday it’s possible I might have another relationship. Life isn’t about standing still. It’s about taking risks. Experiencing the unusual. Meeting new people. If I’ve learned anything at all, it’s that we must never lose sight of the potential in every person, in every day. But right now? I’m not looking for a man, okay?”
Abby looked down. “Whatever.”
Nell turned back to the casserole, vowing not to let Abby see the tears of frustration gathering. Behind her, she heard the lid of the cookie jar being lifted.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
Abby separated an Oreo and licked the filling off one wafer before continuing. “If he ever comes again, can I meet him?”
“Certainly.”
“He’s probably a dweeb, anyway.”
After Abby left the room, Nell slumped over the counter. She’d had no idea Abby would be so possessive of her. The last thing she needed was to upset the family equilibrium. What would she be risking if she continued her friendship with Brady?
Reflecting on the change in her mood from earlier in the day, she reached a conclusion. Fate quickly mocked anyone who claimed to be “too happy.”
AT NOON ON Wednesday Brady attended his first Rotary meeting since well before the accident. Avoiding all unnecessary human contact on the road, he’d never given Rotary a thought, but now it seemed like a viable way to learn more about the community and to meet some business leaders. As luck would have it, seated at his table were a local bank president and Buzz Valentine, a commercial realtor. From his offhand questions, he learned they were both high on the investment potential in the area. This optimism was further advanced by the speaker, who cited regional airport traffic figures in excess of estimated projections.
For a short time there, Brady realized later, he’d actually felt a sizzle of adrenaline at the prospects, proving his business instincts weren’t totally dead. After making an appointment with Buzz Valentine for the next day, he decided to spend the rest of the afternoon at the library researching local movers and shakers.
Yeah, Logan.
Okay, and getting a “loneliness fix” from Nell, who had provided him with the only moments of contentment he’d had in many months.
NELL BENT OVER her desk, studying the book list provided by the elementary school reading coordinator, tickled to find several of her favorite titles. She picked up the list and headed for the children’s area to pull some books for a shelf display.
“Nell?”
She glanced down and immediately felt her fair skin betray her. “Hi, Brady.” She noted the newspapers and business magazines spread on the table around him. “More research?”
“I figure if I’m going to be here awhile, I need to learn all I can about the area economy.”
She fingered a magazine cover sporting the wellknown face of a nationally prominent entrepreneur headquartered in Northwest Arkansas. “This region isn’t the sleepy little byway of yesteryear, thanks to people like him.”
Brady cocked an eyebrow. “Hardly. Pretty impressive financials.”
Nell fought the mesmerizing sensation produced by gazing into his brown eyes. “Let me know if I can locate anything for you.” She held up the lists in her hands. “If you’ll excuse me, I have work to do in the children’s area.”
He stood and started to walk along with her. “Can I help?”
“If you want.” Anything was better than having him study her with that unsettling stare. “Here.” She handed him the second page of the list. “You could pull some of these titles.”
He ran a finger down the page. “Johnny Tremain and The Outsiders. Wow. I haven’t thought of them in years.”
“Books have a way of transporting us to the time and place we encountered them, don’t they?”
He didn’t answer. When she glanced up inquiringly, she was taken aback. Rather than the pleased smile of recognition she expected to see, his jaw had tensed and a frown creased his forehead. Odd.
Finally he said, “I suppose.” He laid down a book and turned to gaze out the window. “I try not to think of the past.”
He’d said the words more to himself than to her, so she continued pulling volumes in silence. She could understand why the immediate past was difficult for him, but what childhood memories had the books triggered?
She didn’t know how long he stood at the window, but when he faced her again, his expression was more relaxed. “You seem to love what you do.”
She smiled. “Is it that obvious?”
“Your face lights up when you talk about books. Did you know that?” His voice held a tinge of yearning. “I used to feel that way about my work.”
“And now?”
“It seems meaningless. What lasting satisfaction does creating and marketing software provide? You never see the results of your efforts.”
“But isn’t the challenge of it fulfilling?”
“If you count the reward in dollars and cents.”
“You don’t?”
He stared over the tops of the shelves. “Not anymore.” After an awkward silence, he took a step toward her. “At this point I have more questions than answers, but this much I know. I’m due for a change. Sticking around here for starters.”
The intensity of his gaze caused her skin to tingle. “You could do worse.”
“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “There’s lots to like. For instance, you’re here.”
Nell didn’t know how to take his remark. Surely he wasn’t going to make some life-altering decision based on her. That would be ludicrous. She screwed up her courage. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He gave a crooked smile. “That didn’t come out right, did it? What I meant to say is that you’ve succeeded in helping me think about rejoining the human race.”
She hugged two books to her chest, then responded thoughtfully, “Believe me, I know how hard that is to do, but,