Which is ridiculous, considering how much my life has changed in the time since I came back. Change is life, and life goes on, even here in Kittery Harbor, she told herself. If Will wants to go ahead and make his try for sheriff, the least I can do is help him.
“I’ve been thinking.” Ollie’s air of elaborate unconcern didn’t fool Will or Sunny. “Maybe the time has come to align my interests more with my neighbors. Think you could use my support?”
“Oh, I could definitely use it,” Will replied, his face wary.
Ollie gave him a toothy grin. “This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Will still regarded him warily. “I think it will depend on how many strings are attached.”
Ollie made an airy gesture. “We can talk, we can talk.”
Sunny glanced over at Will. And if Ollie gets to be too much, we can always remind him that we saved his life.
“Right now, we’d better get rolling,” she said. “After all, you promised Elsa you’d be present and ready to go.”
“That’s right, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Elsa.” Will took the handles of the wheelchair and began pushing Ollie back to the building.
They dropped him off at the therapy room and said good-bye, then headed for the front door of Bridgewater Hall. Rafe Warner stood behind the security desk, smiling at them. “Mr. Barnstable doing okay?”
“If he were doing any better, they’d have to invent some new kind of therapy for him,” Sunny replied.
As she reached for the pen to sign out, Patrick the cat appeared on the countertop. The black-and-white tux cat was looking less gaunt and better groomed. “He’s coming along,” Sunny said, trying to avoid his aggressive attempts to be petted. “Maybe too well.”
She turned to Will. “Would you mind doing a little scratching and patting on this little guy? I don’t want to come home to Shadow smelling of his prospective brother-in-law.”
Will sighed but ran a hand along Patrick’s back. “I know, I know,” he muttered. “In-laws can be such a pain.” He glanced over at Sunny. “On the other hand, I hear it’ll be a clear sky this evening—the only showers are meteorites.”
“Maybe we can go and watch,” Sunny said, “as long as we pick a place that’s cat-free.”
