Excerpt
New Beginnings Baby Boutique
Legend, Tennessee
Three days before Christmas
“Take your hands off my wife!” Graham Winchester grabbed
the shoulder of the man who had just spun his pregnant wife around
and stuck a camera in her face.
“ He thinks I’m Dawn,” Jane cried, pulling away
from the stranger.
“ I don’t care. The bastard needs to keep his hands
to himself!” Did his wife look like her famous twin? Hardly.
She never had been as glamorous and sophisticated as Dawn, and
at nine months pregnant, had lost most of her resemblance to her
sister.
The man didn’t seem to notice Jane wasn’t the actress.
He shrugged out of Graham’s grasp and whipped around. “Keep
your hands to yourself, buddy. I’m just doing my job.”
“ Paparazzi,” Jane hissed.
“ It’s a free country, lady.”
Graham barely controlled his temper. “And that gives you
the right to accost a woman in public?”
In the display window, a toy train circled a stuffed Peter Rabbit
and three gaily wrapped Christmas gifts. It tooted sharply.
Lilly, the boutique’s owner, peaked from behind a rack of
upscale clothing for babies and toddlers. Concern clouded her eyes
and she stepped toward them. “Can I help you, mister?”
“ I’m from Gossip Magazine,” the man told them. “I’m
looking for Dawn Smith, and I thought you people might know where
she’s hiding.”
The “you people” comment raised Jane’s dander.
Graham saw annoyance flash in her eyes, tightening her lips. Lilly
bristled too. Folks in Legend may be down-home and friendly, but
they certainly don’t deserve the derisive label “you
people.”
The former English teacher and expectant mother poked an accusatory
finger at the photographer’s North Face parka. “If
I knew the whereabouts of my sister, what makes you think I would
tell you?”
“ We haven’t seen Dawn in a year.” Graham backed
his wife.
“ Graham’s right. Dawn’s at home in Southern
California.”
The reporter scowled, his body language saying what he didn’t
voice aloud—stupid, Podunk hicks. “You’re behind
the times, lady. Dawn Smith blew out of town after the news broke
about her lover.”
“ What about her lover?” Jane asked.
His wife didn’t know about her sister’s latest heartache,
and Graham was trying his hardest to keep the facts from her. Jane
was already overdue, for God’s sakes, and he wanted nothing
to disturb her at this crucial time.
But the photographer had no such compunction. “Don’t
you read the news? It was all over the papers and the Internet.
The unfortunate guy died of an overdose two weeks ago.”
“ You mean that millionaire, Chris something-or-other, is
dead?” Jane sounded confused. “But Dawn only dated
him a few times. Why call him her lover?”
Graham knew what his wife was thinking. They both understood dating
was a way for Dawn to get her name in the paper. It helped her
stalled acting career. Since her divorce almost two years earlier,
she had been seen with many well-known men, never any serious relationships.
“ Lover, friend, whatever,” the man scoffed and stuffed
his camera back into his carry-on. “I don’t care what
you call the guy. The fact is Dawn Smith was seen with Chris Newton
the night of his death. After the police questioned her, she left
town. No one knows where she is.”
Jane’s hand slowly lifted to her mouth. “Oh, no.” She
gave Graham a frightened glance.
He read the questions and the worry in her eyes. Damn! This was
just what he didn’t want right now. Jane didn’t need
to be upset. Thankfully, Dawn had understood and it was one reason
she had begged off coming home for the holidays.
“ Maybe something’s happened to Dawn,” Jane
said.
“ Nothing has happened to your sister.” Graham put
his arm around his wife and pulled her into his comforting embrace.
“ That’s right. Don’t worry, Jane,” Lilly
spoke up, turning toward the reporter. “But something’s
about to happen to you, mister, if you don’t get out of my
shop.”
“ Okay, sweetheart, I’m going.”
Graham tightened his hold on his wife. He didn’t want to
lie to her. “You know Dawn,” he whispered. “She’s
just gone to ground, hiding from the likes of this guy.”
No lie there. That’s exactly what Dawn had done, and with
his help, she was closer than the interloper from Hollywood knew.
But Mr. Paparazzi didn’t need that information and neither
did Jane.
Graham’s male protective instincts that had kicked in some
time during the first trimester burned brightly in his gut. His
wife and his child were what mattered now. Dawn was a big girl.
She could take care of herself. He would keep her secret as long
as he could, but whatever mess Dawn was in, it was up to her to
handle.
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