“At the bookstore,” Winnie said. “I’ll get mine.”

But Ryan had already handed his over. “For God’s sake, don’t screw this up, too.”

Sugar Beth’s heart pounded as she punched in Colin’s number. She’d made a colossal mistake, the mother of all mistakes, and she had to set it right. She and Colin couldn’t work this out unless they were together. She sank back down next to Gordon as it began to ring. Once, twice, three times. An automated recording kicked in.

“He’s not answering.” She disconnected and punched in the number again, but he still didn’t pick up.

“He’s licking his wounds,” Winnie said. “He’ll answer later. Let me drive you back to the store. Then we’ll move your things into Frenchman’s Bride.”

Sugar Beth’s head shot up. “I can’t move into Frenchman’s Bride.”

Winnie regarded her evenly. “You’re home for good now. You can’t do anything else.”

“Oh, dear, I wish to heaven I knew where he has gone, and what it all means!”

G

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The Corinthian

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

By dinnertime, Winnie and Ryan had resettled Sugar Beth at Frenchman’s Bride, doing all the work themselves while Sugar Beth paced the house and made more fruitless calls to Colin’s cell. With every call that went unanswered, her anxiety grew. He was tough. What if she’d only been given one chance and she’d blown it? Maybe he’d performed some sort of permanent exorcism when he’d driven away and cut her out of his heart forever.

She stood in her old spot just inside the door of Colin’s closet and watched Winnie at work. The sight of her dismal wardrobe hanging among the expensive suits and sports coats Colin had left behind made her want to cry. “I’m just going to move everything back to the carriage house after you leave,” she said.

“No, you’re not,” Winnie replied. “You’ll feel better if you’re here. This will help you understand where your life is supposed to be.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do.”

Sugar Beth turned away. Gordon followed her downstairs, where Ryan was taking a break on the sunroom couch, drinking a beer and catching the end of a golf tournament. “I want my wife back,” he said, flicking off the TV as she came in. “I know you’re upset, and I know this isn’t a good time for you, but I want her back tonight.”

“You’ve had her for fourteen years. Can’t I have her for a few more days?”

“No. I need her now.”

“You think I’m being selfish, don’t you? Keeping her?”

He smiled and set down his beer. “Always.”

She wandered over to the sunroom windows. As she gazed out at the piles of stone still waiting to be laid, she prayed Colin would someday finish his wall. Why did he have to fly off like this? He should have given them more time, and when she finally reached him, she intended to tell him exactly that. “Why won’t he turn on his phone?”

“Because he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“I liked it better when you were nice.”

“You didn’t give him a lot of options.”

Gordon rubbed her ankles. She leaned down and patted him, taking comfort in his sloppy warmth. “Do you remember Luv U 4-Ever?”

“We were kids,” he said. “What we felt was real at the time.”

“Ken and Barbie work a lot better in make-believe land than they do in real life.”

He stretched his legs. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for dumping me.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“It’s easy to see now how badly matched we were,” he said. “I’m too boring for you, and all your drama would have driven me nuts.”

“Colin loves drama. It’s how he makes his living.”

He gave her his sweet Ken smile.

She sank down on the ottoman. “I should have been more flexible with him.”

“Too bad you didn’t have that epiphany a few days ago.”

“I’m a drama queen,” she said dismally. “I only learn things the hard way.”

Winnie came in. “Ryan, I think—”

“No.” He rose from the couch, his good humor fading. “No more. I mean it, Winnie. Either Sugar Beth comes first in your life or I do. Make up your mind.”

“Don’t you dare try to railroad me.”

“You want to have everything your way. Well, I’m here to tell you that’s not how it’s going to work.”

“Quit being an ass.”

“If anybody’s acting like an ass—”

“Oh, stop it,” Sugar Beth said. “Wait until you’re alone to start your foreplay.” She rose from the ottoman, took a step toward the middle of the room, and froze. “Gigi!”

They gazed at her.

“Colin said he was going to call Gigi tonight. Hurry!” She raced from Frenchman’s Bride, leaving Ryan, Winnie, and Gordon to follow in her wake.

She stormed into the Galantine house just as Gigi was coming downstairs. She’d abandoned Goth for a pair of cropped cargos that hung way too low on her hips and a sheer, pin-tuck shirt that didn’t cover her rib cage. Yesterday when Sugar Beth had asked her about it, she’d gotten a calculating look in her eye and said she was exploring her sexuality. Even in Sugar Beth’s emotionally impaired state, she’d known when she was being tested, and she hadn’t risen to the bait.

“What did you do to Colin?” Gigi cried, ripping off her headset.

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s gone!”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me.”

Sugar Beth stiffened. “When?”

“A few minutes ago on the phone.”

Sugar Beth sank down on the bottom step and dropped her head into her hands. “You’ve already talked to him.”

“He sounded totally bummed,” Gigi said accusingly. “You dumped him, didn’t you?”

Sugar Beth couldn’t muster a response.

It was one thing for Colin to leave. It was quite another for him to cut off all communication, and Sugar Beth didn’t intend to put up with it. First thing Monday morning, she called his publisher and asked to speak with his publicist. When the woman answered, Sugar Beth adopted her best Yankee accent. “This is Frances Gordon calling. From the Oprah show.”

“Gordon? I don’t recognize the name.”

“I’m new. This is very last minute, but Oprah wants to have Mr. Byrne on her show this week. I need to talk with him about it today if we’re going to make that happen. Stephen King really wants the slot, and you know how pushy he can be.”

“I don’t believe Mr. Byrne is available.”

“Of course, he’s available. It’s Oprah!”

“I’d feel more comfortable talking to my regular contact.”

“Unfortunately, she was in an automobile accident this morning. Nothing too serious, but she’ll be out for a while.”

“Odd. I spoke with him less than ten minutes ago.”

“Must have been while he was waiting for the ambulance.”

The woman hung up.

Winnie had given in to Ryan’s pressure and moved back home on Saturday evening. That didn’t mean, however, that she believed in leaving Sugar Beth to her own devices, and she decided to hold the Reconciliation and Forgiveness Dessert at Frenchman’s Bride. “It’ll be more symbolic that way,” she told her.

Monday evening arrived, and as Winnie stood at the sink rinsing off the chocolate-smeared dessert plates, she told herself she should be happy with the way things were unfolding. Sugar Beth was wound tight as a spring, so things had been a little tense at first, but the Seawillows had been prepared to forgive. Amy’s absolution was a foregone conclusion, and Leeann had already been softened up by Sugar Beth’s affection for Charlie. Heidi succumbed after Sugar Beth enthused over photos of her three-year-old, but Merylinn’s resentment ran deep, and she didn’t give in until Sugar Beth put her arms around her and said, “Either kill me or forgive me.”

As for Colin . . . They said it was just like Sugar Beth to drive a man to do something like this, but they didn’t turn against her, and Sugar Beth’s manner grew a little less forced. By the time the last piece of Winnie’s double chocolate cake had disappeared, Sugar Beth was once again a Seawillow. The leader of the Seawillows.