Law of Attraction

by Charlotte Hubbard

  An Unspoken Connection

  “Holy cow! These red gingham curtains were here the last time we stayed!” Angie’s words drifted out of the kitchen, wistful. “Or maybe I’m making it all up. Maybe I’m trying to relive the perfection of those summer suppers, fresh corn on the cob from the local market—”

  “Lots of butter. No salt,” Ross murmured. “And you ate it straight across in rows, without stopping.”

  “—with hamburgers Daddy grilled outside.”

  “No ketchup! Cheese and mustard, with dill slices.”

  “And every day I slurped popsicles made from Kool-Aid poured in a Dixie cup,” she recalled in a faraway voice.

  “Red juice dribbling down your chin—cherry’s your favorite,” he whispered.

  “And sometimes we’d build campfires on the beach.”

  “Mmm…chocolate and gooey marshmallows. You loved those s’mores.”

  “And I stayed awake nights, just to—”

  “Hear the ocean sing you a lullaby.”

  Ross’s eyes flew open but his heart sank. Angie was back. She was staring at him, disbelieving.

  Law of Attraction

  Charlotte Hubbard

  For Maurice, who first pointed out to me that psychic

  and “paranormal” abilities are, well…normal!

  Miss you, dear man.

  Table of Contents

  Cover Page

  An Unspoken Connection

  Title Page

  Dedication

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Special Thanks To:

  Other Leisure books by Charlotte Hubbard:

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  Copyright

  One

  “GREGG, you’ve got to stop calling this number! You’re tying up the hospice lines.”

  “But I’ve gotta see you again! Baby, we were so good together and you know it!”

  Angie Cavanaugh hunkered down behind the reception counter, thankful no one sat in the waiting room to witness her rising anxiety, hoping none of the nurses came by before she got her ex off the line. “It’s history, Gregg. Over. You’ve got to get it through your head that I’m not coming—”

  “But when we’re together, when nobody else is calling your shots—”

  Angie hung up on the switchboard. Her pulse was pounding toward a headache and all her nerves jangled, and she just wanted out. Six months ago, when their divorce had become final, she knew Gregg Dysart wouldn’t take it well, but this? She focused on the computer screen again, sucking in a deep breath. Not even nine in the morning, and already the day was spiraling downward into the hell she’d known for most of her ten years with the man. He couldn’t take no for an answer, or understand why she meant it, couldn’t see his obsessive need to control her as abnormal or abusive. He’d been so sweet and loving when they’d dated, when she’d first married him.

  Her cell phone vibrated against her belt. She didn’t have to check the incoming number: the constriction of her chest told her who had nothing better to do than toy with her today. She opened her phone and said, “Gregg, the restraining order means—”

  “But I apologized for all that! We agreed to be friends, remember?” he crooned. “Do you think I can just stop loving you like flipping a light switch? I gotta see y—”

  “Angie, will you come with me, please?”

  Angie gasped and looked over her shoulder. Marilyn McCoy, the hospice administrator, stood beside her, wearing a smile as pale and professional as her lab coat. And what was Dorothy doing here? Her shift didn’t begin until two this afternoon. Feeling like a grade-school girl being sent to the principal, Angie closed her phone. “I’m sorry, Marilyn. I’ve told Gregg not to call me here, but—”

  “You’ve had a rough couple of months.” The slender blonde glanced around the empty reception area and sighed. “We all want the best for you, Angie, but we can’t let this continue. Ordinarily, you’re a beacon of hope and competence when families bring their loved ones here for their final days. You hold their hands and talk them through the admittance procedure during a very stressful situation. But I’ve had complaints from two nurses and a doctor about lines being busy and about your lack of concentration lately.”

  Angie nodded, hanging her head.

  “We want you to get counseling. And we want you to return when you’ve got this proverbial monkey off your back, because the patients and their families respond to your compassionate nature. We’ve always counted on you to document pertinent details, and you hear between the lines, have a knack for matching patients with caregivers who’ll respond to their unique needs. When you’re yourself, you’re one of our best.” Marilyn smiled sadly. “Stop by the office for your check, hon. But call me when you’ve got things ironed out.”

  Stop by the office for…? Holy smokes, they had her check made out already, because they’d been planning to—And Dorothy came in early because—

  The other receptionist glanced away, sorry to be a party to her dismissal. Everyone else had known she was being canned, yet no one had given her a hint!

  They warned you about his calls three times this week.

  Angie fumbled for her purse, blinded by sudden tears. “I’m so…I never intended for this to—”

  “Yeah, I know. I feel real bad about it,” Dorothy mumbled.

  Angie’s throat got so tight she couldn’t talk.

  Leave now, before this scene gets any more humiliating.

  Down the hall she hurried, past the office where her pay was waiting and out the back door, too mortified to collect her final check from Jan, her friend of several years. Too ready to explode rather than face anyone. She stalked across the parking lot, clicking her key fob.

  As she slipped inside her red Grand Prix the sobs began, and she gripped the wheel to hold herself together. Her attorney and Reverend Speers had warned her Gregg would manipulate her this way, but he had been her husband for ten years. When he was good, he could be so sweet and wonderful. Seemed sincerely sorry that he couldn’t give her kids. Said all the right things, especially after her parents’ deaths last year.

  But when he was bad…It was a side of him she hadn’t seen until the first time she’d crossed him. By then she was his wife. Couldn’t admit to herself or her family that she’d made a huge mistake, falling for Gregg’s bad-boy swagger and the way he defied authority the way she’d never had the guts to. Deep down, she’d been a little afraid of Gregg, but as she’d approached thirty she’d been more afraid she’d never have a man or a family of her own. She wasn’t keen on turning forty alone, either…really alone, now that her parents were gone. But she’d wasted enough of her life with a man whose cruel, abusive nature only got worse with age.

  “Angie. I knew you’d come to me, sweetheart.”

  Her throat tightened around a scream. In the rearview mirror, she watched her ex unfold from the floor behind her seat. And when Gregg’s eyes met hers with a triumphant sparkle, something died inside her. Why hadn’t she guessed he was calling from right here, in the parking lot? Why hadn’t
she figured he’d long ago copied her car key?

  “Gregg, please…Damn it, you just got me fired—”

  “No, baby, I set you free! Those hospice people never appreciated you the way I—”

  She stiffened, afraid to confront him yet terrified not to. “Get out of my car, Gregg. Now.”

  He pressed his chest to the back of her seat, clasping her shoulders. She caught the scent of whiskey as his hot, rapid breath raised the hairs on her neck. “But if we could just talk about this, you know we could work it all out!”

  “It’s over! Get out! I—”

  Little white dots blinded her as Gregg grabbed her around the neck. Her mind blanked from terror and lack of air as he squeezed. “Never could take a hint, could you?” he rasped. “Never gave me a chance to—”

  Her desperate gaze swam past the security booth and somehow she jabbed the alarm button on her key fob. When the horn blared repeatedly, Jim, the uniformed officer, stepped outside. Gregg cursed, and then the car rocked with the slam of his door. He dashed through the hedge and out of sight.

  The sweet old guard she’d known since she’d started the job she’d just lost trundled toward Angie. She jammed her key in the ignition, not wanting to face him, either. She couldn’t go through the story about her Jekyll-and-Hyde ex for yet another person who wanted only the best for her. As her car shot past him, she waved weakly. Aimed for a blank space in the midmorning Seattle traffic. Tromped on the brake at a red light and then gasped for air, trying to regain rational thought.

  Don’t go to the apartment. He’s copied that key, too. Just take your money and run.

  Angie sucked in a breath, focused on the familiar grocery stores, strip malls, and gas stations, steered herself into the bank parking lot. She didn’t care where she went, but she had to leave town. Had to go somewhere Gregg would never find her.

  She pulled up to the ATM and stuck her card in the slot, praying Gregg hadn’t followed her, entered her PIN.

  Just breathe. You can do this.

  ACCOUNT CLOSED. DO YOU WANT ANOTHER TRANSACTION?

  Angie scowled, her finger poised to enter an amount. What the hell did that mean, “account closed”? She’d gotten paid just last week, so there was definitely money in there. She hit the cancel button, swiped her card again, and entered the wrong PIN, so had to clear everything and start over.

  ACCOUNT CLOSED. DO YOU WANT ANOTHER TRANSACTION?

  “I want my money!” she whimpered. “I just want out of this—”

  You should’ve changed your PIN. Should’ve known he’d play this game.

  With a sob, Angie pulled her car forward. Somehow she slipped it into traffic without getting hit. Gripped the wheel, cried, and simply drove.

  What could she do? Where could she go that Gregg wouldn’t harass her? She had her purse, her cell, and the clothes on her back. That was it. Her neck throbbed as though his beefy machinist’s hands still encircled it. At the next red light she stared ahead, numb and disoriented. Who could’ve dreamed it would come to this?

  CONDOS WITH OCEAN VIEWS, STARTING IN THE LOW 300S, a billboard mocked. Three hundred thousand dollars? She didn’t have three hundred dollars!

  But the ocean! The beach! You could go to the Oregon shore, just like when you were a kid!

  Angie scowled. Where had that idea come from? Though she and her parents had vacationed on the shore years ago, now was hardly the time for a leisurely trip to—

  Those were wonderful days, weren’t they? With the lacy little waves licking at your bare toes while sun diamonds danced on the water, the surf that pulsed like an eternal heartbeat…

  She swallowed hard. Felt her own pulse settling as her death grip on the wheel relaxed. Angie pulled ahead with the traffic, recalling the quaint towns along the coastal highway, ice-cream drive-ins, and motel rooms with kitchenettes—

  And those beds that vibrated when you put a quarter in the slot.

  She giggled. As a child she’d had no idea what those mechanical mattresses were for, but the memories came flooding back: Mom in her white cotton blouses with the crisscross of her sunburn showing through. Daddy sitting with his feet on the rail, gazing out at the Pacific with his book open across his chest. Sand castles of morning washed away by afternoon. Walks on a sunlit beach that stretched into forever for a little girl padding along barefoot between her parents, clasping their hands.

  As though life held only happiness. The sense that you’d be safe and loved forever.

  Angie choked. Blinked back tears so she could maneuver into the turn lane for Interstate 5, southbound. Her family had visited a lot of little coastal towns, but Harmony Falls had always been their favorite. She swore she heard the ocean and felt the beach breeze even now, though it was probably the fan blowing from her dashboard.

  Go to Harmony Falls! What do you have to lose?

  Angie exhaled. She wasn’t sure where that voice was coming from, but it knew where she needed to be. So she kept driving, focused forward on the road that took her away from Gregg, inside herself, back to a better time and place.

  Late afternoon found her at a scenic turnout on Highway 101, gazing at the rugged Oregon coast. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes followed that line of beach cradled by the curve of the distant shoreline. Daddy had always stopped here to stretch his legs, and they’d catch this first glimpse of Harmony Falls in anticipation of a wonderful week. The view still stole her breath away. Angie drank in the mystical beauty of the pine forests and the hills, the rock formations that jutted out of the swirling waters, the ocean that still caught her pulse in its rhythm and softly called her name.

  Angie, come home. You’re home, at last!

  After five hours in the car listening to that voice inside her head, she suddenly knew why she’d driven here. The surf had whispered its secrets to her as a child, and now she’d come to hear its alluring promise again. Forever, this time.

  Two

  “HEY! Stop! You can’t just end it all! Not on my shift!”

  Angie kept strolling toward the rolling waves, mesmerized by their power as their pulse overtook her own. Cool mist caressed her face. Sunlight diamonds sparkled on the water despite the cloud cover, pricking her eyes with their brilliance. A line of bright light slashed the horizon where the ocean met the sky—a line that looked so damned easy to cross right now.

  Why end your new life before it’s even begun? You’re no quitter! This is not what we talked about in the car!

  Angie walked resolutely across the rugged stretch of beach. This voice had indeed whispered inside her mind the whole way from Seattle, prodding her toward a fresh start, but she’d had enough. “Stop it! You’re driving me nuts!” she muttered.

  Got you where you needed to go.

  “How’s that? I lost my job, and…and everyone else at the hospice already knew I was fired!”

  You gave Gregg openings instead of shutting him down. They tried to tell you that.

  Angie glared up at the sky. The voice wasn’t exactly judgmental, but it wasn’t letting her off the hook, either. “Mom? Is that you?”

  Close enough.

  “Okay, fine! Don’t give me a straight answer!” Cold water swirled around her ankles as she stepped into the frothy waves.

  The divorce was your first step toward recovery, Angie, and today you’ve taken another one. You’ll make it work now!

  She exhaled a sob. “If you’re so tuned in to all this, why’d you let him hide in my car and grab my neck, damn it!?”

  You answered his obsessive calls. Chose to accept his abusive—

  “I was married to him! I used to love him—or thought I did.” A wave hit her knees, nearly knocking her off balance.

  You thought you could fix him, too. Big mistake.

  “Who are you? And what do you know about it?” Angie grimaced, trying not to cry. She was alone with the ocean and this…this irritating voice that sounded so sure of itself. “You rant like Daddy—”

  Warmer. Getting warme
r!

  “—telling me I could’ve had better than Gregg. So now I can’t go home because he’ll be there to—”

  You’re here now. A whole new life starts with your next breath, Angie. It always does, when you choose to believe that.

  Angie closed her eyes. The voice in her mind was making sense. And damn it, she wasn’t a quitter! A final walk in the ocean had seemed like a way to wash off all the crap life was throwing at her, but it was only a pity party. Maybe she had left herself open to Gregg’s manipulation…

  “Wait! Stop! Turn around!”

  Had she heard this voice a moment ago? The guy sounded closer now, out of breath—and vaguely like Gregg. So Angie stepped faster toward the oncoming wave.

  Your problems with Gregg are behind you. And so is something else! Look!

  A few feet away, a black and white dog leapt to catch a Frisbee. The border collie’s body quivered with excitement, the glee of keeping its prize away from a bouncy little mutt that ran alongside it. When the dogs splashed toward her, eager to play, Angie grinned. For the first time in weeks she laughed, and she grabbed for the hot-pink Frisbee.

  The border collie ducked its head to keep the toy just beyond her reach. The smaller dog latched onto the disk then, to start a tug-of-war. A piercing whistle made them prick up their ears and look toward—

  The guy grabbed her before she could dodge him. While he wasn’t hurting her, he didn’t intend to let go, either, and one look into his steely blue eyes told Angie she was in trouble. Trouble deeper than the ocean and more complicated than a death attempt. His wicked little beard shimmered when he grinned, and he slipped a determined arm around her waist. “I hollered, but you kept walking into—”

  “I…I didn’t hear you. I was—”

  “You sped up at the sound of my voice.” His sad smile almost made her cry. How could this stranger make her regret this final walk she’d been taking, as though he cared what happened to her? “No matter what’s gone wrong, sweetheart, we can fix it. Will you let me help?”

  Angie turned within his embrace to face him. The breeze riffled his wavy black hair. He had such an open, friendly face, with laugh lines framing his eyes, yet she sensed he had a sensual side, too. Even with the cold ocean swirling around her thighs, she felt sheltered and warm and—