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had anymore of those...incidents, have you?”

      Allie almost laughed at that. “I just need to get more sun,” she said and picked up her menu to hide behind.

      “I know you too well,” Belinda said, dragging down the menu so she could look into her eyes. “What’s happened now?”

      “A black cat jumped out of one of my decoration boxes and scared me just before I came over here. And guess what? Someone else saw it.” So there, she wanted to say, I don’t need my head examined.

      Belinda nodded, studying her. “A black cat?”

      “Yes, a black cat and I didn’t imagine it. One of the Cardwell brothers saw it, as well.” She couldn’t even voice how much of a relief that had been.

      “That’s all that’s happened?”

      “That’s it.” She had to look down at the menu to pull off the lie and was just glad when Belinda didn’t question her further. She hadn’t told anyone about the shredded dresses from her closet or the new clothes she’d taken back. The sales associate hadn’t remembered her, but said the afternoon when the clothing was purchased had been a busy one. None of the other sales associates remembered her, but agreed they’d been too busy to say for sure. She’d ended up keeping two of the outfits to wear while working the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.

      “I already moved some of my things into the cabin,” Belinda said.

      Allie couldn’t help being surprised. “Already? Why didn’t you stop by the barn and say hello?” Allie had suggested Belinda as the wedding photographer and felt responsible and anxious since this was her first wedding in five years.

      “You were busy,” her friend said. “We can’t keep each other from our jobs, right?”

      “Right.” She loved that Belinda understood that. In truth, Allie had been hesitant to suggest her friend. She didn’t want to have to worry about Belinda, not with everything else that she had going on in her life right now. While her friend was a great photographer, sometimes she got sidetracked if a handsome man was around. But when she’d broached the subject with the bride-to-be, Lily had been delighted that it was one other thing she didn’t have to worry about.

      Dana had been kind enough to offer Belinda a cabin on the ranch for the five-day affair. “It will make it easier for you to get great shots if you’re staying up here and experiencing all the wedding festivities,” Dana had said. “And any friend of Allie’s is a friend of ours.”

      She and Belinda had been friends since grade school. Lately they hadn’t been as close, probably Allie’s fault. Belinda was in between men right now, and much wilder, freer and more outspoken than Allie had ever been. But Belinda didn’t have a five-year-old daughter, either.

      “You have no idea what this means to me,” Belinda said now. “I’ve been dying to photograph a Western wedding for my portfolio.”

      “Your portfolio?”

      Belinda looked embarrassed as if she’d let the cat out of the bag, so to speak. “I’m thinking about opening my own studio.”

      “That’s great.” Allie was happy for her friend, although she’d wondered if Belinda had come into some money because it wouldn’t be cheap and as far as she knew Belinda lived from paycheck to paycheck like everyone else she knew.

      The waitress came and took their orders. A light breeze stirred the new leaves on the nearby trees. The smell of summer mixed with that of corn tortillas, the most wonderful smell of all, Allie thought. They sipped Mexican Cokes, munched on chips and salsa to the sound of Latin music playing in the background and Allie felt herself begin to relax.

      “I wasn’t going to bring this up,” Belinda said, “but you know that psychic that I’ve seen off and on?”

      Allie fought not to roll her eyes.

      “I know you say you don’t believe in this stuff, but she said something interesting when I mentioned you.”

      “You told her about me?” Allie hadn’t meant for her voice to rise so high. Her daughter looked over. She smiled at Nat and quickly changed her tone. “I really don’t want you talking to anyone about me, let alone a...” She tried to come up with a word other than charlatan.

      Belinda leaned forward, unfazed. “She thinks what’s happening to you is because of guilt. Simply put, you feel guilty and it is manifesting itself into these...incidents.”

      Allie stared at her. Leave it to Belinda to get right to the heart of it.

      Her friend lowered her voice as if afraid Nat might be listening. “It makes sense, if you think about it. Nick didn’t know you were—” she glanced at Nat “—leaving him and going to file for custody of you-know-who, but you did know your plan. Then he goes and gets himself...” She grimaced in place of the word killed. “Something like that has to mess with your mind.”

      “Yes, losing your husband does mess with your mind no matter what kind of marriage you had.” Fortunately, the waitress brought their food. Allie called Nat up to the table and, for a few moments, they ate in silence.

      “The thing is...” Belinda said between bites.

      “Can’t we just enjoy our meal?” Allie pleaded.

      Her friend waved that suggestion away, but didn’t say more until they had finished and Nat had gone back to the play area.

      “The psychic thinks there is more to it,” Belinda said. “What if Nick knew about your...plan?”

      “What are you saying?”

      “Come on. You’ve been over Nick for a long time. His death wouldn’t make you crazy—”

      “I’m not crazy,” she protested weakly.

      “But what if he did know or at least suspected? Come on, Allie. We both know it was so not like Nick to go hunting up into the mountains alone, knowing that the grizzlies were eating everything they could get their paws on before hibernation.” She didn’t seem to notice Allie wince. “Didn’t the ranger say Nick had food in his backpack?”

      “He didn’t take food to attract a bear, if that’s what you’re saying. He planned to stay a few days so of course he had food in his backpack.”

      “I’m not trying to upset you. But if he went up there to end it all, that was his choice. You can’t go crazy because you feel guilty.”

      Her stomach turned at the thought of the backpack she’d been asked to identify. It had been shredded by the grizzly’s claws. She’d been horrified to think of what the bear had done to Nick. She would never forget the officer who’d brought her the news.

      “From what we’ve been able to assess at the scene, your husband was attacked by a grizzly and given the tracks and other signs—”

      “Signs?”

      “Blood, ma’am.”

      She’d had to sit down. “You’re telling me he’s...dead?”

      “It certainly looks that way,” the ranger said. Four days later, the search for Nick Taylor was called off because a winter storm had come in and it was believed that there was little chance he could have survived such an attack without immediate medical attention.

      “Nick wouldn’t,” she managed to say now. In her heart of hearts, the man she knew so well, the man she’d been married to for more than six years, wouldn’t purposely go into the woods with a plan to be killed by a grizzly.

      But Nick had always been unpredictable. Moody and often depressed, too. The construction business hadn’t been doing well even before Nick’s death. What would he have done if he’d known she was leaving him and taking his daughter? Hadn’t she been suspicious when Nick told her of his plan to go hunting alone? She’d actually thought he might be having an affair and wanted to spend a few days with

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