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Trista’s attention was snagged by a woman and a young boy as they rose from a nearby table. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was Lynda Matthews—television talk show star Douglas Matthews’s wife—and their son, Logan. Trista gasped softly as the woman turned toward her.

A dark bruise covered one eye from the bottom of her cheekbone to the top of her eyebrow, masking the spattering of freckles on the left side of her face.

Trista jumped up and went to the woman. “Lynda? What happened?”

Lynda’s pale-blue eyes widened in panic. She reached up and tugged at her light-brown bobbed hair as if to cover the mark. Her four-year-old son clung to her hand.

“I—I, uh…” She tried to smile but it looked more like a wince. “Logan has a great pitching arm.”

Trista didn’t buy the lie. No way could Logan, a little slip of a boy, throw a baseball hard enough to cause such damage.

Scott joined them, Aidan propped on his hip as though he belonged there, but his jaw had taken on a hard edge. “Hello, Mrs. Matthews. Logan. Would you care to join us?”

Lynda shook her head and clutched at the closed neckline of her button-up blouse with her free hand. “We really should go. Douglas has an interview this morning with the paper and he would…like for us to be home when he gets home.”

Trista had met Douglas Matthews on several occasions. She doubted the self-important man would even notice if his wife and son were home. At the Fourth of July barbecue in Winchester Park, Lynda had indicated she wanted to talk with Trista in a lawyer-client way.

But Lynda had never called.

Clearly something was going on, and Trista wasn’t going to let it slide. “Lynda, would you be interested in having lunch with me one day next week?”

Lynda swallowed. Her gaze shifted around as if checking to see that no one overheard them. Timidly she nodded.

“Do you still have my card?” Trista asked, even as she stepped back to the stroller to find another one.

Lynda took the business card Trista held out with shaky hands. “We should go.”

Trista stopped her with a hand to her arm. Lynda shied away slightly. “Promise me you’ll call. That has all my numbers on it.”

“I’ll try,” Lynda said softly.

“If I don’t hear from you by Thursday, I’ll call you.”

Lynda shook her head. “Oh, no. I’ll call.” She scurried away, her son close to her side.

“Did you believe that story?”

Trista turned to Scott. Worry darkened his eyes. “What do your vibes tell you?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “That she’s hiding something. Something not good.”

Trista nodded. “That, Pastor Scott, is an understatement. I’d say her husband did that to her.”

Scott frowned. “I wouldn’t go advertising your suspicion unless you have proof.”

She took offense to his warning to keep quiet. That wasn’t in her nature. She took Aidan from him. “What other explanation could there be?”

Scott shook his head. “I don’t know. I can only pray that it’s not true and that she will get help if it is.”

Hugging Aidan close to still the quiet anger running through her, Trista said, “She’ll get help. I’ll make sure of that.”

Scott smiled. “Spoken like a true avenger.” His expression turned cautious. “Just remember that revenge and vengeance aren’t yours, hers or mine to take.”

Trista refrained from rolling her eyes. “You sound like my brother. He uses scripture on me all the time and he’s not even a pastor.”

Scott’s expression looked so stricken that she laughed.

“Don’t worry, I know Ross is only trying to help me.”

“He loves you,” Scott stated, his gaze still troubled.

“Yes,” she agreed. “And I love him, so I tolerate it.”

“But you won’t tolerate it from me?”

She grinned. “Not yet. We’ve only just met.”

“Would you…” He had the sweetest look of indecision on his face that made Trista want to say yes to whatever he was going to ask just to put him out of his misery.

“Would you want to go to a movie with me tomorrow night?” he finished quickly

Warning bells went off in her head. She wanted to refuse, but her lips wouldn’t let the words out. Wasn’t she planning on going to the theater tomorrow anyway? “Are you asking me on a date?”

For a beat he looked stunned, then slowly shrugged.

“Is that allowed?”

His eyebrows pulled together. “What?”

“I mean, you’re a pastor. Can you date?”

He chuckled. “Yes. I have a special dispensation.” He winked.

“Oh.” A date? With him? Not a good idea for so many reasons. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” she stated firmly.

He looked relieved. “Neither am I.”

So it wasn’t a date. A burst of irritation surprised her.

“How about if we meet at the cinema,” he continued. “Then it’s just two new friends watching the same movie. Not a date.”

Pushing aside her unsettling annoyance, she nodded, thankful he’d come up with a doable plan. “That would work. I’ll meet you there for the last matinee. I think Ross and Kelly will watch Aidan for me. Could we go see that new thriller everyone has been talking about?”

He grinned. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

A little shiver tripped down her spine. Was it coincidence or were they really in tune with each other? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to that question.

As Trista pushed Aidan in the stroller back to her apartment, she couldn’t believe she’d agreed to meet a pastor at the movies. Ross was going to laugh until he cried. She’d just have to convince her big brother this was not a date.

Lynda Matthews pulled into the driveway of their large new mansion on the outskirts of town. She couldn’t park in the garage because of her husband’s many cars. Douglas collected vintage roadsters. Just one of many expensive passions.

Like the house. It was too big, showy and a bit garish. Lots of brick and columns and shiny accoutrements that screamed “look at me.” She didn’t like the place, but Douglas had insisted they buy the house when they relocated to town.

It was his money, as he loved to remind her, so she had no say in the matter.

“Come on, honey,” she said to Logan. “Let’s go see if Kay has made something delicious for lunch.”

The inside of the house was just as overdone as the outside. Cold marble flooring, a round marble table with an expensive vase filled with exotic flowers greeted them as they entered. Sometimes Lynda felt as if she were walking into a hotel rather than a home.

She took off her warm wool coat and then helped Logan out of his parka. She laid both on the table.

“Where have you been?”

Lynda froze at her husband’s question. Then with a quick sweep of her hand, she pulled Logan behind her as she turned to face Douglas.

He stood in the doorway of the library off to her right. His six-foot-one frame filled the opening. He still wore the expensive navy suit he’d worn for his TV show Afternoons with Douglas Matthews. He was a handsome man with his jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. The camera and his fans loved him. At one time, Lynda had, as well.

“We went to story time at the new bookstore downtown,” she answered quietly.

He raised his eyebrows as anger sparked in his eyes. “You went out in public like that?” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand.

She stiffened, expecting him to berate her for showing her face in public. Showing his shame in public.

“You know how important image is. You’re my wife and I expect you to dress the part.”

Of course, her clothing was his main concern. She’d thought her trendy yet conservative long skirt and blouse were very pretty.

“And it wouldn’t have hurt to put a little more makeup on that eye,” he added.

“I’m sorry. I should have thought it through better.”

His expression relaxed slightly. “Yes, you should have. Logan, come out from behind your mother’s skirt.”

Logan tugged at her and Lynda’s heart squeezed tight. She wanted to protect her son from Douglas’s criticism, yet she knew if they defied him, criticism would be the least of her worries. She grasped Logan’s hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze as she gently pulled him forward, but keeping him within arm’s reach.

Douglas had never raised a hand to Logan, but Lynda still wanted Logan close enough that she could shield him if necessary.

Logan looked so much like his father. The same black hair and stunning eyes, but he had Lynda’s disposition, much to Douglas’s annoyance.

“Son, did you enjoy the story hour?”

Logan nodded.

“Speak up,” Douglas snapped.

“Yes, sir, I did.”

Douglas bestowed one of his charming smiles on his son. “Good. It is important to be seen in town at functions that promote learning.”

Good for your image, Lynda thought but knew better than to put voice to her sarcasm.

“Will you be having lunch with us?” she asked.

He waved away her question. “No. I’m having lunch at the country club with Helene and Neal Harcourt. They’ve been big supporters of my show.”

Relief swept over her like a cool breeze. “Very well then. We won’t keep you. Come, Logan, let’s find Kay.”

As they went in search of the housekeeper-cook, Lynda could feel her husband’s gaze on her back. She stuck her hand in the pocket of her skirt and fingered the edges of Trista Van Zandt’s card.

Tomorrow she would call her.

That night at her brother’s house, Trista watched with wry amusement as Ross laughed until his eyes watered.

“You’re going…out with Pastor Scott?” Ross asked for the umpteenth time.

“We’re not going ‘out.’ We’re meeting at the movies. There’ll be a big group of people there.”

“Group?” Kelly exclaimed. “You joined The Kingdom Room, didn’t you?”

Sheepishly, Trista nodded.

At Ross’s questioning look, Kelly explained. “It’s an online single friends group that Naomi started.”

“I think that’s great!” he managed to say between guffaws.

“Then why are you crying?” Trista asked, drily.

Kelly reached across Aidan to squeeze Trista’s hand. “Don’t mind him. We think it’s great.” Kelly gave Ross a pointed look before turning her gaze back to Trista. “Scott is a very nice man.”

“Nice, as in wimp or nice, as in well mannered?” Trista teased.

Kelly grinned. “Definitely well mannered. I can’t say about the other.”

Trista shrugged. “It doesn’t matter either way. This is just two friends seeing the same movie. It’s not going anywhere.”

Ross wiped at his eyes. “Never say never.” He gazed adoringly at his wife.

Something akin to envy twisted in Trista’s heart. Her brother and Kelly truly loved one another. Their union had come with a price, though.

Kelly’s biological mother, Sandra Lange, had hired Ross as a private investigator to find the daughter she’d given up for adoption. Ross had found Kelly but also had uncovered a web of deceit that her biological father’s wife had woven over the years. The fallout had been steep. Sandra had ended up in the hospital in a coma and Kelly’s biological father, Gerald Morrow, then the mayor of Chestnut Grove, helped to bring his wife to justice.

“So, will you be able to watch Aidan for me?”

Ross sobered. “Yes, on one condition. You come to church with us in the morning and then go see Mom with me.”

Trista gritted her teeth. “That’s two conditions and no to both.”

Ross got that determined, ‘I’m going to have my way’ look she hated. “Trista, it’s not okay for you to turn your back on Mom.”

“I’m not,” she protested. But guilt and shame ran a ragged course through her. She hardened her heart to both. She would not feel bad for not wanting to see her mother. The woman hadn’t been there for her growing up. Why should she be there for her now?

Trista stood and began to unbuckle Aidan from the high chair. “You know what? Forget it. I’ll figure something else out.”

Kelly reached for her hand. “Of course we’ll watch him.”

Ross came around the table to put his arms around Trista much as he had when they were kids. Love for her brother brought tears to her eyes. She’d burdened him her whole life with her problems, and she still was. He’d been the rock in her chaotic world. She clung to him.

“Sis, I just worry that Mom will pass on before you make peace with her.”

She gave him a squeeze before disengaging from him. “I appreciate your concern. But I don’t feel I need to make peace with her.”

Ross sighed and nodded. “Well, would you at least come to church with us since you’re dating the assistant pastor?”

Exasperated, she glared at him. “I’m not dating him.”

His mouth twisted with suppressed mirth. “Whatever. Will you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

To Kelly, Ross stated, “That’s her way of ending a discussion without committing. It usually means no.”

Hefting a sleepy Aidan on her hip, Trista smiled. “Call me in the morning. That’s as much as I can promise.”

“Hey, that’s something.” Ross grinned.

Trista kissed her family goodbye and then drove to her apartment. By the time she arrived, Aidan was fast asleep. He didn’t even stir when she changed his clothes and laid him in his crib.

As she was getting herself ready for bed, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, babe.”

She cringed. She should have let the machine pick up the call. “Kevin, what do you want?”

“Oh, are we in a bad mood?”

She closed her eyes as anger washed through her. “Kevin, it’s late. Why are you calling?”

“I miss you.”

She nearly gagged. “Right.”

“Seriously.” He sounded offended. “I’m coming to see you tomorrow.”

Her heart stalled in her chest. “Why?”

“We need to talk.”

“I think we’ve said everything we need to say.”

“I’ll be there around two.”

She scrambled for an excuse. “We won’t be here. Aidan and I are going with Ross to visit Mom.”

There was a moment of silence before he said, “All right. I have an appointment on Monday so how about Tuesday. I’ll take you to lunch.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule and let you know if that will work.”

“Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow night to confirm.” He hung up without another word.