By this time, the voice inside Hobie’s head, the one that told her she had gone too far, was having fits of apoplexy. She knew she had one last chance to think rationally. She took a deep breath, her hands clenched into fists. “Okay, I can do this. I can behave like an intelligent adult. Now, Baylor—”
“I swear, I’m going to smack the next person who says that.” “Baylor, you must stop!” Evelyn could see all her hard work and planning slipping away because of the two strong-willed
women. “Think about what you’re saying. Hobie, you too.” “That’s the problem, she never thinks before she speaks. Her
thoughts drop down onto her tongue and out her mouth like a Pez dispenser!” Hobie cried out.
“Oh, yeah?” Baylor returned, frustrated that Hobie had caught her off-guard.
“Ooh, what a sparkling retort.”
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LJ
Maas
“Baylor, please...” Evelyn’s words sounded fatigued as she made one last halfhearted attempt to calm the two women, who now stood toe to toe. “I certainly didn’t plan it this way,” she muttered under her breath.
Unfortunately, Baylor heard the comment. “Planned?” Baylor looked between Hobie and Evelyn. “Holy shit! I don’t believe it, but it all makes sense. You got me on this island on purpose,” she said to her grandmother. “This whole thing was some…some… setup.”
“Oh, please!” Hobie rolled her eyes.
“And you’re in on it, too!” Baylor took a step backward as she pointed at Hobie. Her paranoia kicked into high gear. “You’re a witch, just like the rest of them, aren’t you?”
“Oh, you’re about to see what a witch I am!” Hobie took a step closer to Baylor.
“You ran over Tanti to get me here, then you,” Baylor pointed to her grandmother, “put a spell on me.”
“Oh...my...God! Do you hear yourself?” Hobie asked. “It sounds reasonable.”
“The idea that the moon is made of green cheese probably sounds reasonable to you!” Hobie shouted back, as though she had never declared her love for Baylor, as though they were strangers.
“Is that a dig about my intelligence? You know, I have a PhD. You should be calling me doctor!”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake!” Hobie turned to pick up her jacket. “I can’t believe I seriously entertained the idea of a relationship with you. How desperate can one woman get? I don’t know how I fell into this. You are insane!”
Hobie moved toward the door and there were tears in her eyes when she turned to face the women in the room. “I don’t want you to contact me again, Baylor, and I want you to stay as far away from my son as possible. Noah doesn’t need this. I’m sorry, Evelyn,” she said before she walked out the door.
Baylor looked at her grandmother, contemplating how odd it was that sometimes the smallest things made the biggest impact. The mention of Noah’s name had snapped her brain back to reality.
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Rebecca’s
Cove
She realized that the last few moments were going to change her life. As she watched Hobie disappear down the hall, she also understood that change wasn’t going to be for the better.
Baylor’s countenance appeared to clear. She felt a pressure in her chest, an old familiar weight that sat heavily where her heart should have been. The reality of what she said, and to whom she’d just said it, came crashing in on her.
“Oh, God. Tanti, what have I done?” Baylor sat with a heavy sigh. She lowered her head into her hands and muttered, “Shit, shit, shit.”
“I don’t think cursing is going to help any,” Evelyn said gently.
“What’s wrong with me? How could I have said those things? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Are you under the impression that you’re the only one to blame here?”
“Well, I...What do you mean? Yeah, of course it was my fault.”
“Why do you think that, dear heart?”
“Um, I, uh...I don’t know. I guess because when things like this happen, it’s always my fault. Me and my big mouth.”
“Is that you talking or your father?” Baylor looked up in surprise.
“From where I sit,” Evelyn said, “all three of us had a hand in making a rather cosmic mess of this whole day. I shouldn’t have asked Hobie to stay quiet about the accident. I do apologize for that deception.”
“Tanti, it’s not necessary. I—”
“I think it is necessary, and I’m an old lady. You shouldn’t argue with old ladies.”
Baylor grinned.
“There, that’s better. At least I can still make you smile.” She held out her hand and Baylor took it.
“Hobie may have been doing as I asked, but she was as guilty as you in perpetuating that argument. Sometimes that girl has the temperament of a rattlesnake on a hot day.”
“Are we talking about the same person?” Baylor asked.
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Maas
Evelyn’s only answer was a cryptic smile.
“I don’t know how I’m going to make this one right, Tanti. I hear what you’re saying, but I don’t think Hobie is looking at this in the same way you are.”
“What are you most afraid of, dear?”
“That she won’t forgive me. That I’ll lose her,” she added softly. “I don’t know how I’ll handle that.”
“You love her that much?”
“Yes. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I don’t know how I’m going to keep going without her. Geez, how pathetic does that sound?”
“Baylor Warren, you sound as if she’s left the country. You haven’t even tried to talk to her yet.”
“Did you see the look on her face? See that anger in her eyes? She thinks it’s all my fault...and it is.” Baylor pulled at her forelock. “I don’t know why I’m like this.”
“Like what, dear?”
“Like...like me.” Baylor stood and paced around the small room. “Hobie’s right. I’m selfish and arrogant. I think I’m so superior to everyone else I meet. I don’t even know why I act so mean to people. I guess I’m just a lost cause.”
“Baylor, dear heart, show yourself as much compassion as you’re learning to show others.”
“Me? I’m the least compassionate person on this earth!” “That’s not what I hear. People tell me that you sit for hours in
the bookstore having tea with Katherine and Albert.” Baylor felt a prickly heat gather around her collar.
“They say you sit with the coach, just to keep him company, that you watch out for Hobie’s boy, Noah. Theresa Allen said that in one night you brought her family closer than they’ve been in twenty years. Are those the actions of a selfish woman?”
Baylor refused to look up from her shoes.
“There are a lot of reasons why people do the things they do. Many of yours have to do with the way your father treated you, the anger, and the feelings of inadequacy that his treatment instilled in you. I’m so sorry for that. I would have done more if I could have.”
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Rebecca’s
Cove
“I never blamed—”
“I know that, but that’s not why I bring this up now. I’m telling you these things to make you see that you may have been one way for a very long time, but people can change. You’ve changed, Baylor. You’ve changed for the better, and I’ve never been more proud of you.”
“Are you forgetting how I just acted?”
“We all have our weak moments,” Evelyn deadpanned. Baylor finally smiled as she sat down.