Ain't She Sweet?

He’d been one of those boys who hadn’t fit into any particular crowd. At the eighth-grade spring dance, he’d asked her to dance, and she’d almost wet her pants laughing because he was short and she was Sugar Beth Carey.

She sensed Colin standing a few feet away, waiting to see if she’d fall apart. She bit the inside of her lip and began to close the door, only to see two more couples making their way up the front sidewalk. Heidi and Amy, along with their husbands. She should have known. Where there was one Seawillow, there were bound to be more.

Just that morning, she and Colin had smiled at each other when Gordon had trotted into the kitchen with one of his ears turned inside out and an empty cracker box in his mouth. Now she hated him for that smile.

Heidi Dwyer—Pettibone now—still had big hazel eyes and unruly curly red hair. A sterling silver teddy bear hung from a chain around her neck, and her bright purple sweater was appliquéd with a bouquet of kites flying in the March breeze. Sugar Beth imagined a bureau stuffed full of sweaters appropriate to every season and holiday. In the old days, Heidi had made clothes for their Barbies.

Heidi’s husband, Phil, had played football with Ryan. He was as thin as he’d been in high school, but now he had the ta

Amy still didn’t wear makeup, and the gold cross visible in the open neck of her matronly pink dress was a larger version of the one she’d worn in high school, when she and Sugar Beth had taken over Ellie’s kitchen to bake cookies. The brown-haired man in glasses must be her husband.

“Hi, Sugar Beth.” Amy was too religious to walk past her. But just because Amy had forgiven the si

Leea

“Colin, sweetie.” She plastered herself against the teacher who’d nearly flunked her because she wasn’t smart enough to b.s. her way through his essay questions. But the fact that Leea

Sugar Beth finally let herself notice what she hadn’t wanted to see. Leea

It was a jacket, really. Quilted brown wool that was too heavy to wear inside. Something the maid would be expected to hang up. Leea

A dozen insults skipped through Sugar Beth’s head, but she didn’t utter a single one of them because she’d turned her back on her oldest friend for a worthless shortstop named Darren Tharp.

All of them watched her as she made her way across the foyer. The jacket on her arm weighed a thousand pounds.

The bell rang again. She kept moving. Didn’t let herself hear it. Almost made her escape.

“Get that, would you, Sugar Beth?” Colin said quietly.

Dread curled in her stomach. Where there was one Seawillow, there were bound to be more.

The walk back to the door took forever. No more Seawillows lived in Parrish. All the rest had moved away. But some of their boyfriends had stayed . . .

She opened the door.

He looked as familiar as if she’d seen him just that morning, yet the years had left their mark, and as she gazed into his eyes, she knew the teenage boy she remembered was a mere shadow of the man he’d become. He was even more handsome than she’d imagined he would be, confident and polished, his blond hair a shade darker but his eyes the same warm caramel. His black-and-white-herringbone sports coat was perfectly coordinated with a subtly striped shirt. Both pieces were beautifully made and very expensive. But despite his astounding good looks, she felt no pangs of passion. None of the hot rush of desire that Colin Byrne aroused. Instead, she experienced a mixture of nostalgia and bone-deep regret.

Leea

“Hello, Sugar Beth.”

She tried to get his name out, but it stuck to the roof of her mouth, and all she could manage was a nod. She stepped back awkwardly to let them in. Because, of course, Ryan hadn’t come alone.

Wi

She didn’t show any of the spiteful delight that Leea

Ryan slipped his arm around Wi

Colin stepped forward. Wi

“Wi

“I was afraid we’d be late. Ryan had an emergency at the plant.”

“Equipment trouble with one of the lines,” Ryan said. “But we’re up and ru

“Glad to hear it.” Colin and Ryan shook hands in the easy way of men who were comfortable with each other. They were a study in contrasts: Ryan fair and fine-featured. Colin dark, brooding, and enigmatic. She fled.

By the time she reached the laundry room, she was shaking. Nothing would make her go back out there. She was leaving and never coming back. Her purse? Where had she left it? Where—

I love you, my Sugar Beth. And you love me, too, don’t you?

Delilah . . . Just for a moment, she’d let herself forget. Preserving her pride wouldn’t put a stop to the bills that were coming due for her stepdaughter’s care. Once again she’d reached another of life’s turning points. Emmett would have called tonight a golden opportunity to show what she was made of.

Glass, my darling. Just like one of Daddy’s windows.

Quitcher bitchin’, love, and do what has to be done.

Easy for you to say. You’re dead.

But you’re not, and Delilah depends on you.

She stabbed a hanger into the sleeves of Leea