The Chesapeake Diaries Series 7-Book Bundle: Coming HOme, Home Again, Almost Home, Hometown Girl, Home for the Summer, The Long Way Home, At the River's Edge (40 page)

“They could hear their parents talking, they could see the story on TV. It made the news, Dallas.”

“I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.” Dallas bit a fingernail. “At least, I hope it won’t be. But if he hears about it, I’ll have to tell him … something.”

“Well, good luck with that. In the meantime, if you think of anything else I can do for you, you know how to reach me.” Norma’s calls always ended the same way, with the same closing sentence. She never bothered to wait until Dallas said good-bye. She just hung up, leaving Dallas to wonder just what she would tell Cody if he should hear something.

She didn’t have long to wait to find out. When she arrived at camp the following afternoon, the Cody who got into the car was a very different child from the one she’d dropped off earlier that morning.

“How was camp, buddy?” she asked when he got into the car.

He looked out the window and muttered something.

“What did you say?” She turned in her seat to face him.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, how
was
camp? Did you have your riding lesson today?”

He shook his head but did not look at her.

Uh-oh
, she thought as she drove from the curb.
This doesn’t bode well …

“So what did you do today?” she asked.

“I don’t want to talk.”

“Why not, baby?”

“Because I don’t and I’m not a baby,” he yelled. He still hadn’t looked at her.

Oh, God
. Her hands began to shake and she clutched the wheel in an effort to make them stop.

She did not try to engage him in conversation the rest of the way home, and once they arrived, she drove in through the service entrance at the back of the property to avoid the crowd that was still stalking the front gate.

“Those cars out there, they’re all there because …” Cody said accusingly. “Because …”

It was then that Dallas realized he was crying. She stopped the car and turned off the ignition, then got out and opened his door. She unbuckled his seat belt but he made no move toward her.

“Cody, what happened today?” When he didn’t respond, she asked, “Does it have something to do with your dad?”

“They said he did things … with other ladies. Justin’s big brother said his dad saw it on the computer and he heard his dad tell his mom.” Huge, fat drops ran down Cody’s face and Dallas’s heart began to break in half. “Justin’s daddy said my daddy was a very, very bad man. The big kids said he … they said he …” He began to sob.

Dallas had never felt so helpless in her life. She got into the backseat and rubbed Cody’s shoulders, then
coaxed him into her arms. How could she have been so naive as to think he wouldn’t hear something from the older kids at camp? And how could she possibly explain his father’s actions to her son?

“I’m never going back to camp, Mommy. Not ever. Nobody can make me.” He hiccuped loudly. “Not even you. I’ll run away if you try.”

“All right, sweetie.” Silently cursing Emilio for his stupidity and his carelessness, Dallas held her son tight, and let him cry it out. “It’s going to be all right …”

But even as she promised, Dallas wondered if, for Cody, anything would ever be right again.

Chapter 2

Dallas sat in the leather seat of the private jet and pulled off the dark wig that had kept her signature platinum hair under wraps. She tossed her dark glasses onto the seat across the aisle and looked to the cabin where her friend, Jessie Krane, stood conversing with the pilot and Cody. Moments later, Jessie strolled down the narrow aisle. A former child star, now in her fifties, Jessie was still one of the industry’s most recognizable faces. Dallas often said she could only hope that her career and her popularity would last as long as Jessie’s had.

“They’ll take you to BWI,” Jessie told Dallas. “From there, you’ll have to find your way home on your own.”

“I know the way.” Dallas tried to smile, but her bottom lip was trembling. “Jess, I don’t know how I can thank you enough for what you’re doing for me. Loaning me your plane—”

“I’m not going anywhere for a while, so at least the pilots are getting a day out of it. For which you’re paying their premium rates plus the fuel, I might remind you.”

“Still, not everyone would offer.”

“Everyone doesn’t know what you’re going through like I do,” Jessie said. “And everyone doesn’t love you like I do.”

“You’re a great friend,” Dallas told her.

“I’m merely repaying a very small part of what I owe.” Jessie sat on the edge of a seat facing Dallas. “Last year, when Peter left me for that trashy little bimbo and she started giving interviews right and left, talking about how my drinking caused my daughter to turn to drugs—”

“Jess, no one who knows you believed any of that. Even Courtney doesn’t blame you for her problems.”

“There were a lot of people who
don’t
know me who
did
believe it, who did blame me. And there were plenty of others who reveled in the sideshow.” Jessie swallowed hard. “You were the only one who spoke out, the only one who went on the talk shows and spoke with reporters about what a lie that was—”

“I wasn’t the only one.”

“You were the first, the most visible. The most vocal. My custody of Courtney could have been reversed. I have my daughter because of you.”

“Not because of me. Because you’re a good mother.” Dallas added, “A great mother. And a great friend.”

“I know what I know. And I know that your testimony influenced the judge. I only wish I could do more for you right now.”

“Are you kidding? You’re giving us a way out of L.A. that lets us leave anonymously. The thought of having to walk Cody through the airport and stand in those lines where anyone could say anything that he
could overhear, where reporters could harass us …” Dallas shivered. “I couldn’t face it, Jess. I couldn’t bear to have Cody walk that gauntlet. Thanks to you, we didn’t have to.”

“Sweetie, I know what it’s like to be harassed, to have my kids harassed. I know how tough these last few days have been for you.”

“Tougher for Cody. He’s too young to have to deal with this kind of nonsense.”

“I’m sure some time away will be good for him. For both of you.” Jessie looked critically at Dallas. “Any thoughts on how long you might be gone?”

Dallas shook her head. “I’m not thinking that far ahead. We’ll have to see how things go and how long it takes for this thing to die a natural death. I have no work lined up until late fall, and Cody’s school doesn’t resume until the second week in September, so we have time.”

“What will you do with yourself until then?”

“Relax. Spend time with Cody and my great-aunt.” Dallas smiled wryly. “Maybe even work on that screenplay I’ve been thinking about writing for the past three years, if we stay long enough.”

“Well, from what you’ve told me, there won’t be much else to do in that little town of yours.”

Dallas laughed. “Berry says it’s changed a lot in just the few years since I last visited, so we’ll see.”

Jessie leaned over and tilted Dallas’s face into the sunlight.

“When was the last time you slept?” she asked. “You could hide a family of four in the bags under your eyes.”

“Oh, thanks for that.”

“Merely observing.”

“Another reason to be grateful for the private plane.”

“So how long has it been since you slept?” Jess repeated.

“I’ve had a lot of details to attend to these past few days. A lot of packing to do …”

“With any luck, you’ll sleep from coast to coast.” Jessie stood. “I see the copilot has arrived. That’s all we’ve been waiting for. They’ll be taking off now.”

She leaned over and kissed Dallas on the forehead.

“You’ll let me know what else I can do for you, and you’ll call me when you’re ready to come back and I’ll send them”—she nodded in the direction of the cabin—“back for you. Easy out, easy back in.”

“You’re the best, Jess.” Dallas rose and hugged her friend.

“Don’t I know it?” Jessie smiled and called to Cody, who was lingering in the cabin doorway talking to the pilot. “Come give your aunt Jess a hug, Cody. You’ll be taking off any minute now, so you need to find a seat.”

“Aren’t you coming, too?” Cody made his way down the aisle and hugged the woman around the waist.

“Goodness, no. I have things to do.” Jessie steered him to a seat and helped him strap in.

“What kind of things?” Cody asked.

“All kinds of very important things. Meetings. Lunch. Take the dogs to the groomers. Get my nails done.” She ruffled his hair, then went to the front of the plane and tapped on the open door. “Your passengers
are ready whenever you are. I’m getting ready to leave, so come lock up after me.”

The copilot followed her to the door, where Jessie turned and blew a kiss.

“Keep in touch. Eat lots of those Chesapeake blues for me,” she added before disappearing down the steps.

“What are Chesapeake blues?” Cody asked his mother.

“Crabs that come from the Chesapeake Bay,” she told him. “They’re very famous, because they’re very delicious.”

“Will Aunt Berry have some of those?”

“I’m certain of it. Especially this time of the year. The crabs are big and especially sweet by the middle of the summer. Maybe we’ll even catch our own. Remember I told you how the river runs right past the back of Aunt Berry’s property?”

Cody nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t really remember being there, though. I only remember the pictures.”

“You were only three the last time we visited, and we didn’t stay very long that time. Maybe some things will come back to you when we get to St. Dennis.”

“How do things come back to you?” He leaned his chair back and rested his head. To Dallas, he looked so small, and so sleepy, and so uncertain.

“Well, sometimes you remember things that you don’t even realize you remember.” Dallas leaned her chair back, too, and nodded to the pilot, who appeared in the doorway to see if they were ready to take off. He disappeared back into the cabin, closing the door behind him. “Sometimes your mind will
connect one thing to something else that you know.” She thought for a moment. “Remember when we went to see the ice-skating show last winter? The skaters all skated to music. Then a few weeks ago, in the car—”

“—we heard that song and I said, ‘Hey, they were playing this song when the guy who was dressed like a pirate skated at the show!’ ” Cody sat up, excited at the memory. “You mean, like that?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.” Dallas smiled. “You heard the song, and you remembered the pirate skater. We say, ‘the song came back to you.’ ”

“The song came back to me,” he said softly, as if trying on the phrase for size.

The engines on, the plane began to taxi slowly to take its place in line on the runway.

“Mommy, what will we do at Aunt Berry’s besides catch crabs and eat them?” he asked a moment later.

“Well, we’ll probably go out onto the Bay in boats and maybe swim in the river.” Dallas paused, wondering if the recent efforts to clean up the New River had been successful. There had been a time, in her youth, when the water in both the Bay and the river had been too polluted for swimming. “And we’ll go to the park, and we’ll see whatever there is to see in St. Dennis since the last time we were there. Aunt Berry tells me there are lots of new shops and several new restaurants, even a new park. Oh, and she said there’s an ice-cream place down near the docks now.”

“I like ice cream.” Cody’s eyes began to close.

“So do I.” Dallas looked out the window and held her breath as the plane began to move, then picked up
speed. From past experience, she knew she wouldn’t exhale until the plane made it off the runway. When they lifted up, she sighed and closed her eyes, too, thinking it would be wonderful if they both slept for a few hours. She had a feeling Cody hadn’t slept much these past few nights, either.

“Will there be kids at Aunt Berry’s?” he asked.

“No kids at Berry’s house, but there are kids in St. Dennis.”

“Will I go to camp?”

“I imagine that any camps there are in town might have started by now, but we’ll see.”

“Can I have a dog?”

“A dog? Why a dog?”

“Because you said when we weren’t living in the white house anymore, I could have a dog.”

The white house was their rented temporary home, so named because most of the furniture, carpet, and walls were white.

“But we’ll be going back, Cody. What would you do with the dog then?” She glanced out the window, and with equal parts of relief and regret, watched the city below grow smaller and smaller. “We couldn’t just leave it.”

“Maybe Aunt Berry would want a dog,” he said hopefully.

“I don’t recall that Berry ever had a dog, even when I was little.”

“Then we’d take it home with us and we’ll go live someplace that isn’t white. I saw a thing on TV. They let dogs on airplanes. Besides, Jessie wouldn’t care if we took our dog on her plane.”

“I don’t think Berry would be happy if we brought a dog into her home, Cody.”

“Why?”

“Well, because they shed and sometimes they make a mess. I don’t know that Berry’s housekeeper is looking to add to her workload.”

“We could get a good one, one who doesn’t make a mess or shed.”

“We’ll have to discuss this with Berry, sweetie. After all, it is her house, and we’re going to be guests there.”

Cody reflected on that for a moment. Probably, she thought, trying to come up with a way to get around Berry.

“How long are we going to stay there?” he asked.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll have to see.”

“Will I go to school there?”

“I wasn’t thinking quite that far ahead.”

“Is there a private school there like the one I went to at home?” His voice was starting to fade.

“I don’t know. We’ll find out when we get there.”

A moment later, a shadow crossed his face and he asked, “Do you think the kids there will be mean to me? You know, about Daddy, like the kids at camp were?”

“I doubt the kids in St. Dennis have ever heard of your dad, Cody.”

“Really?” He opened his eyes and stared at her. Obviously this was a concept he’d not considered.

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