Erin stared from one to the other. “What’s going on?”
Nathan’s eyes bored into her. “Are you going to tell her or will I?”
Emerald closed her eyes and sighed. She really didn’t want to do this in public. “This might not be the best place to do this.”
He shook his head. “It’s the best place. There’s been a slight change of plans.”
Her stomach clenched and the small amount of coffee she’d drunk began to stir in her belly. She swallowed hard, but before she could ask any questions, Erin’s husband strode up to the table.
Abel nodded to her and then smiled at his wife before returning his attention to Nathan. “It’s parked right out front. I’ll be waiting outside.” He leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his wife’s lips before heading out again. He called out and waved to a few folks as he left.
“What was that all about?” Erin demanded. “What the heck is going on?”
Emerald licked her suddenly dry lips. “This has to do with me, I’m afraid.” Squaring her shoulders, she faced the woman she was beginning to think of as a friend. “I lied to you about my last name and about why I’m really here.”
Bewilderment flashed across Erin’s face, quickly followed by anger and disappointment. “I see,” she said slowly.
“No, you don’t see,” Nathan cut in. He leaned against the back of the seat and rested his hands on his belly. The pose was deceptively relaxed. Emerald could see his eyes were continually moving around the diner, assessing the patrons.
He was obviously leaving the telling of her story up to her. She didn’t know whether to be grateful or pissed off. He’d dropped this little bomb and was now leaving it up to her to pick up the pieces. Sighing, she knew she had two choices. She could either just get up and go, knowing that she’d have to pack her things and leave the farm or she’d have to explain.
She closed her eyes on a flash of pain. She should have known that it was all working out too easily. And, truthfully, what right did she have to drag these people into her problems? They were nice folks. Good people and they didn’t need the ugliness that had invaded her life invading theirs.
“This was a mistake. I’m sorry.” She pushed away from the table and grabbed her purse. “I can’t stay here.” She could see surprise flash on Nathan’s face, while Erin just looked concerned. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”
Nathan surged from his seat and stared down at her. “So you’re just leaving your position as housekeeper with no notice at all?” His voice wasn’t loud, but still it carried, filling the diner. Emerald could sense the other patrons watching them.
“Yes.” She didn’t know what else to say. Really, there was nothing else to say. She knew now that she had to leave. She was better off not involving innocent people in her problems. Her heart began to throb painfully at the thought of leaving Jackson, but she ignored it. She’d only met the man yesterday. She refused to believe that he could mean so much to her in such a short span of time.
“Well then, your car is waiting out front for you. Don’t let us stop you if you want to leave.” Nathan’s voice was cold and, Emerald freely admitted, intimidating.
She whirled on her heel and stalked toward the door with her head held high. She would not cry. She wouldn’t, she promised herself, blinking back tears. She heard people whispering behind her, but ignored it. This town would forget all about her and by tomorrow she’d be old news.
She managed to get out through the door and, sure enough, her car was there. She had no idea how that had happened as the keys were in her purse, but she didn’t question it, not when she needed the transportation. A large hand fell onto her shoulder and she whirled around, gasping as she knocked it away.
Nathan stood behind her with Erin right next to him. “Are you okay, Emerald? I don’t understand what’s going on.” Emerald couldn’t bear the concern in Erin’s eyes. She’d lied to this woman and still it seemed she cared.
“I’m fine.”
“We’ll follow you back to the farm.” Nathan’s authoritative voice cut through her misery. It dawned on her then that he was a local cop. She couldn’t blame him for wanting a known liar off his brother’s property. Was it illegal that she’d given them a false name? She hadn’t signed any documents or anything.
Still, it stung to be treated like a criminal. “Afraid I’ll steal the family silver on my way out the door?”
Erin gasped, but Emerald was past caring. Her mind was already scrambling. Where would she go? What would she do with little to no money? She’d have to risk going to an ATM and then hightail it to another state. She didn’t have much choice with a maniac on her trail.
Sliding into her car, she dug in her purse for her keys and shoved them in the ignition.
She didn’t even check her rearview mirror as she drove. She knew that Nathan was probably following her in his police cruiser. And wasn’t that embarrassing. She was being run out of town by the local cops.
She laughed, the sound rough and loud in the confines of her small car. She bit her lip to keep from crying at the pain that filled her. It wasn’t fair what was happening to her, but no one ever said that life was fair. She’d have to suck it up and do what needed doing.
She braked at a stop sign and just sat there, contemplating just turning left instead of right. She had her purse. There was no need for her to really return to the farm. She could buy what she needed and send for her things in a few days when she was settled. Her laptop was the only thing of value that she truly needed, but she could do without it for now. It wasn’t as if she was doing much work these days.
Her palms were sweaty, so she wiped them on the folds of her skirt. Left or right. Her mind said left, but her hands went back on the wheel and turned right. She wanted to see Jackson one more time, to at least get the opportunity to say goodbye and thank him for his offer of help. She could understand why his brother wouldn’t want her here. He was a cop, and she’d not only lied, she’d brought a heap of trouble with her too. People took care of their own. She understood that.
Swiping at her eyes with the heel of her hand, she sniffed back her tears. “Stop that. You’re no worse off than you were two days ago.” Except she felt worse off. Jackson had touched something deep inside her and now there would be no opportunity to explore that. Not that she was sure she even would have, but now she’d never find out.
Shaking her head, Emerald sighed. She was really losing it. She had a stalker after her, she was being run out of town by the local law and she was worried about a nonexistent relationship with a man she’d just met.
By the time the farmhouse came into view, she had herself back under control. Her early years in the limelight had taught her how to bury her feelings in front of others. Drawing on that training now, she took a deep breath and blanked all emotion from her face. With any luck, Jackson would be working out in the orchards and she wouldn’t have to deal with him. God, she was being perverse. She wanted to see him and yet she didn’t.
The choice was taken out of her hands as Jackson was waiting on the back steps when she pulled up. He was wiping some grease off his hands, a large red toolbox sitting next to his feet. Emerald drank in the sight of him as the police cruiser pulled in behind her, followed by Erin’s truck.
Sighing, she wondered if she should even bother turning off her car. In the end, the need to conserve gas made her shut off the ignition. The silence was almost deafening. “You can do this,” she muttered as she got out of the car and headed toward the door. She kept her eyes on the door, ignoring Jackson.