by Josie Kerr
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Epilogue
Tobias and Liddie's Playlist
Other Books by Josie Kerr
About the Author
A Bad Bit Nice
A Hemlock Creek Novel
Josie Kerr
This is a work of fiction and does not in any way advocate irresponsible behavior. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers 17 and under.
Any resemblance to actual things, events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, brands, products, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and ownership of any location names or products mentioned in this book. The author received no compensation for any mention of said trademark.
Edited by Bethany Pennypacker
Cover image:
Photographer: Reggie Deanching for R+M Photo
Model: Michael Joseph
Copyright © 2018 Josie Kerr
Published by Hot Words and Cold Coffee, LLC
All rights reserved.
Digital Edition
To Old Friends Returned
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Epilogue
Tobias and Liddie's Playlist
Other Books by Josie Kerr
About the Author
The two men stood side by side in their small kitchen, blocking the doorway and making Liddie Hopewell Douglas uneasy, or rather, more uneasy than she already was. Her uncles were acting squirrelly, jumpy, and nervous, and that was never, ever a good thing.
“Liddie, there’s something you need to know before we go to the Hemlock Creek Tavern tonight.” Horace Hopewell’s apologetic tone didn’t soothe her misgivings one bit, nor did the fact that Thurgood Bunsen found his shoes very interesting.
“Mom! You’re up!” Tally Douglas threw her arms around her mother as if she hadn’t seen her in months, but the truth was it had been only a few weeks since the younger woman had ventured back to her mother’s hometown to help run the family’s salvage and vintage shop. Tally stepped back and examined her mother from head to toe. “You’ve lost some more weight, Mom. That’s not good.”
Liddie waved off her daughter’s concerns. “It’s not like I didn’t have some extra padding, sweetie. Besides, with Bunny’s cooking, there’s no way I’m going to keep it off.”
Bunny shook his head. “Not anymore, Liddie. We’re all about the low-fat, higher-protein, mostly plant-based diet these days.”
“Cancer can go fuck itself,” Ace groused. “I say, I’m dying anyway, so let me eat whatever the hell I want.”
“Uncle Ace!” Liddie gasped. “You don’t know that.”
“I do, too, Liddie. We’re all dying from the moment we take our first, squalling breath.” Ace sat heavily in a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair and pulled his oxygen tank closer to him. “But Bunny here seems intent on keeping me around a while longer, so I guess I’ll eat his damn rabbit food.”
Liddie snorted. “Is this what you had to tell me about tonight?”
Ace cut his eyes first to Tally, who was busy putting loose tea into various infusers and placing them in mugs of hot water, and then to his partner, who bugged his eyes at Ace.
“Oh, tonight is going to be so great, Mom. You should see what Cal and Kat have done to the Hemlock Creek Tavern. It barely looks like the same place.” Tally set a steaming mug in front of Ace and handed another to Bunny. Both men nodded their thanks and then focused their attention on the bottoms of their mugs. “Of course, it might look more like what you remember. Robbie Mac said it looked more like it used to.”
Liddie broke the can’s tab off. “Uh, Robbie Mac? You mean, Robert McFerrin?”
“Yeah? Owns the Owl Creek Vineyard? Makes all sorts of yummy jams and jelly, too? Whoa, Mom. Are you okay? You’re white as a sheet.”
Liddie drank half her soda and wished it was mixed with some bourbon. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine, honey. Can you run upstairs and grab me some Goody’s? I think I feel a headache coming on, and I want to nip it in the bud.”
Tally frowned at her mother but didn’t fuss. Liddie waited until she heard her daughter going up the stairs of the old house before turning to her uncles.
“Spill it,” she demanded.
“Well—” Ace started, but Bunny interrupted him.
“Toby Harper’s playing tonight.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me, though I’m not sure why y’all are acting so crazy.” Liddie raised her glass to her lips, her shaky hand betraying her.
Ace reached over and took her free hand. “Liddie, sugar, you don’t have to—”
“Here you go, Mom.” Tally tore open the small packet and handed it to her mother, who threw back her head and swallowed the bitter powder down dry.
“Thank you, honey. I don’t know what happened. Probably just all the stress from the past few weeks getting to me.” Liddie gave her daughter what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “So what were you saying about Robbie Mac?”
Liddie half listened to her daughter talk about the quiet boy whom Liddie once knew from Sunday school at the Methodist church, the son of a local bootlegger, who seemed to have grown up and legitimized his father’s moonshine business. Then Tally began talking about the new owners of the Hemlock Creek Tavern, Cal and Kat, and Liddie started to pay attention.
“I don’t remember a Kat at all. I remember Kathy White, but she lives in Montana, and then there was Katie Raney, but she’s in Florida.”
Tally shook her head. “No, Kat’s not from here. You’ll have to have her tell you the story—it’s like something out of a movie. So romantic,” Tally said with a sigh. “She and Cal are kind of a funny couple, but they just . . . work, you know?”
Liddie closed her eyes for a moment. “Cal. Calhoun Harper, right?”
Tally nodded. “Yes! Did you know him? He’s really funny.”
“Um, he was a few years beh
ind me, but I remember the name.” A vision of a dark-haired boy with pretty blue eyes and an impish smile popped up in her mind’s eye. She studiously ignored the specter that loomed behind him.
“Well, Cal and Kat have totally turned the tavern around, even in the short amount of time I’ve been here. Tonight’s the official grand opening, and Kat wants us to come. Oh, shoot. I have to go pick up the flyers and the postcards at the print shop in Gainesville before noon.” Tally put her mug in the kitchen sink. “I’d better scoot.” She gave her mother and both her great-uncles a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said before blowing out the door.
Ace shook his head. “That girl has more energy than anyone I’ve ever met. Whew,” he said with a chuckle that faded as he redirected his attention back to his niece. “Like I started to say, you do not need to go tonight. We’ll make up an excuse.”
Bunny sat down at the table and set his mug down with a thud. “Hell, Ace didn’t wanna have anything to do with the tavern when he found out that a Harper was the new owner.”
“I’m still not sure I wanna be involved with any Harpers after what—”
“Stop.” Liddie took a deep breath. “Calhoun is not his brother, and none of the Harper boys are their father, so . . . let’s just take a few steps back and get a damn grip on ourselves. Ace, you always say not to borrow trouble. Well, it’s been thirty years, and . . .” Liddie couldn’t think of how to end her statement without having a complete breakdown, so she clamped her mouth shut and shrugged.
“It’ll probably be fine.” Bunny didn’t look like he believed a word he’d uttered.
Liddie nodded. “Yeah, it’ll probably be fine.” She gulped the rest of the soda from the can and tossed it into the recycling bin after rinsing it out. “I’m gonna go lie down for a bit. I wasn’t kidding about the headache.”
“Okay, Liddie,” Ace said. “And just remember, you’ll always have an out while I’m still around, okay? You don’t have to face anything you don’t want to.”
Liddie nodded and headed up the stairs to her small bedroom, the one she slept in as a child. As she lay back against the pillows, she kept her eyes open, not trusting that the spirits from the past wouldn’t invade her sleep. It was rough enough last night, conversing with friendly ghosts at the cemetery; Lord knew what it was going to be like meeting the living specter of her past after thirty years.
Tobias Harper felt giddy, almost high, and more than a little emotional as he left the Hemlock Creek Tavern’s small stage. It had been one of those nights, a night when the venue, the crowd, and the playlist perfectly complemented each other in a way that didn’t happen very often and made a musician afraid that it would never happen again.
His brother, the owner and operator of the tavern, had a flight of craft beer ready for him as Tobias made his way over to the high top tables, and Cal’s girlfriend, Kat, stood by his side, whooping and clapping with the rest of the tavern. Tobias hadn’t known quite what to think of Kat when she landed in Cal’s life, but she’d turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to the middle Harper brother.
“Toby, man, that was . . .”
Cal got ready hug Tobias, something that would have never happened before that sassy redhead had come into his life. Tobias didn’t know if he could handle Cal’s mushiness at that moment. In fact, he knew he couldn’t, so rather than accept Cal’s brotherly affection and be reduced to a mass of beard and tears, Tobias stopped Cal’s advance toward him with a hand to the younger Harper’s chest.
“Don’t even think about it, Cal.” Tobias picked up the first beer from the flight and raised his glass as Kat’s infectious laugh bubbled out of her. “I’m raising a glass to you. You don’t need to get all handsy, okay? Good job, man. May good fortune be with you, and may your guid—”
“Oh, you are not gonna quote Rod Stewart to me, or else I’m not going to just hug you; I’ll give that ugly mug of yours a big sloppy kiss.” Cal hooted with laughter, and Tobias chuckled in spite of himself.
“Seriously, Cal. Good job, tonight. The place is packed, and everyone seems to be having a great time.” Tobias took a sip of the beer he held. “And this? This is most excellent.”
Kat, who had stepped away from the two brothers to talk to another set of people, now patted each of the Harpers to get their attention. “Guys, Tally wants to introduce us to her mother.”
Tobias directed his attention to the group that stood behind Kat. Then he felt the glass slip out of his now-slack fingers as Tally Douglas introduced her mother to the group.
“Everyone, this is my mama, Elizabeth. Mama, this is Kat Fahey, and I think you know Cal and—”
“Hello, Toby.”
“Hello, Liddie.”
The two of them stared at each other, the electricity between them almost palpable.
Liddie was the first to look away. “It was nice meeting or seeing you again. We’re going to go.”
“Oh . . . uh, I’m sure I’ll see you later in the week.” Tally smiled apologetically and scurried off behind her mother.
Both Kat’s and Cal’s heads snapped toward the eldest Harper brother.
“Toby? Who was that?” Cal watched Tobias carefully.
“That . . . was a goddamn ghost.” Tobias finished the flight, draining glass after glass. “I gotta go pack up.” Then he spun on his heel and bolted to the other side of the bar, praying that Kat could convince Cal not to approach him.
On autopilot, because he’d done this process hundreds, if not thousands, of times, Tobias packed up his pedal steel guitar, still stunned by the unexpected appearance of Liddie Hopewell. Liddie Hopewell, the first girl he’d ever kissed. Liddie Hopewell, the girl he’d betrayed.
“Fuck this shit.” Tobias threw down the amp cord he had in his hand and ran to the front of the Hemlock Creek Tavern, pushing his way through the crowd and ignoring the people who called his name. He burst through the door just in time to see an SUV that bore the distinctive logo of “The Backward Glance” depart the parking lot. He stood there long after the vehicle was out of his sight, though he really didn’t know why.
“Toby, everything all right?”
“Yeah. I was just heading back in.” Tobias pushed past his brother’s high school friend, Robbie Mac. “Just needed some air.”
Once back inside, Tobias realized what a shit job he’d done packing up, so he repacked the vintage instrument, paying attention this time. He snapped the cases shut and then looked around for Cal, only to find Cal paying close attention to him. Tobias gave his brother a thumbs-up, and after a moment’s hesitation, Cal returned the gesture. Thank God. With Cal’s small sign of faith, Tobias wheeled the hard-sided case out the door and through the parking lot, where he loaded the guitar into his truck to head back to his house.
Tobias let his mind wander as he made the twenty-minute drive back to his house, just on the other side of the ridge in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in a little, unincorporated area called Owltown. Owltown was tiny, quiet, and remote, which was exactly what Tobias wanted after living in the belly of the Music City beast for the majority of the previous thirty years. As it was, the small town was a drivable distance from both Nashville and Atlanta, which made it a practical place to live as well.
Tobias turned into the long gravel driveway that led to his lakeside home. He noticed the front porch light was burned out yet again and made a mental note to get an electrician to come out and check for a short. He loved the house, but the builder cut a lot of corners before he’d gone bankrupt. He’d been in the house a little over a year, and he was still finding random “enhancements” that were unnecessarily complicated or, at times, outright dangerous.
He parked in the detached garage, and after unloading the split case that held his pedal steel guitar, he made his way to the house. The motion-detecting spotlights mounted to the side of the house illuminated the pathway. Tobias could hear the dogs going nuts inside, most likely because they’d heard
his truck. They’d be wound up for a while, but that was fine because he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping much due to the reappearance of a certain dark-haired beauty from his past. And she was still as beautiful as she ever was, possibly even more so.
Tobias set the rolling case on the edge of the porch and climbed up the side, not bothering to walk around to the stairs. The snick of a lighter and the smell of burning paper and tobacco alerted him to the presence of a person in the porch swing.
Tobias groaned and turned his head toward the glowing end of a cigarette.
“Candy, what the fuck are you doing on my front porch?”
“Well, hello to you, too, Toby.” Candy Bristol took a drag on her cigarette and looked at him from head to toe, as if appraising him.
She was absolutely the last person he wanted to see tonight. “Seriously, Candy, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Well, I figured that giant asshole of a producer you’re working with might be at your show tonight, and since we don’t exactly get along, I decided to avoid the potential drama.”
Tobias barked a laugh. Candy lived for drama, the messier the better. “Cut the crap, Candy. Why are you here?”
“I heard you sold that land to the developer.” She jutted her chin out, challenging him.
“I did. Seemed the best way to be rid of it.” Tobias eased himself onto the porch swing to wait her out. Tobias might have been short on a lot of things, but one thing he had an abundance of was patience. He’d sit on that front porch all night if he had to, which he probably wouldn’t because Candy was about the most impatient person he’d ever encountered.
Sure enough, after only about five minutes of silence, Candy had to say her piece. She jammed her cigarette out in the ashtray Tobias used when he had one of his rare celebratory cigars, and pointed a scarlet-taloned finger at him. “You know I deserve some of that money, Tobias Harper.”
Tobias calibrated his response before speaking. In all fairness, she did deserve more than she got, merely for putting up with Chet Harper’s bullshit for ten years. Hell, if he was honest with himself, and if he included all the time the two of them were sneaking around together, she’d been with Chet upwards of twenty-five years. The long-standing affair and the extreme ugliness that was Tobias and Candy’s divorce pushed him back to the side of “Candy Bristol doesn’t deserve a dime.”
