expected her and Matt to marry.

Buddy interrupted her thoughts. "Have you considered staying?" he asked. "This is your home, Avery.

You belong here."

She dragged her gaze back to his, uncertain how to answer. Yes, she had come home to take care of

specific family business, but less specifically, she had come for answers. For peace of mind- not only

about her father's death, but about her own life.

Truth was, she had been drifting for a while now, neither happy nor unhappy. Vaguely dissatisfied but uncertain why.

"Do I, Buddy? Always felt like the one marching to a different drummer."

"Your daddy thought so."

Tears swamped her. "I miss him so much."

"I know, baby girl." A momentary, awkward silence fell between them. Buddy broke it first. "He never

got over your mother's death. The way she died. He loved her completely."

She'd been behind the wheel when she suffered a stroke, on her way to meet her cousin who'd flown into

New Orleans. For a week of girl time-shopping and dining and shows. She had careened across the highway, into a brick wall. A sound from the doorway drew her gaze. Lilah stood there, expression stricken. Matt and Cherry stood behind her. "It was so...awful. She called me the night before she left. She hadn't been feeling well, she said. She had run her symptoms by Phillip, had wondered if she shouldn't cancel her trip. He had urged her to go. Nothing was wrong with her that a week away wouldn't cure. I don't think he ever forgave himself for that."

"He thought he should have known," Buddy murmured. "Thought that if he hadn't been paying closer attention to his patients' health than to his own wife's, he could have saved her."

Avery clasped her shaky hands together. "I didn't know. I...he mentioned feeling responsible, but I-"

She had chosen to pacify him. To assure him none of it was his fault.

Then go on her merry way.

Matt moved around his mother and came to stand behind her chair. He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault, Avery," he said softly. "It's not."

She reached up and curled her fingers around his, grateful for the support. "Matt said Dad had been acting strangely. That he had withdrawn from everyone and everything. But still I...how could he have done what he did?"

"When I heard how he did it," Cherry said quietly, "I wasn't surprised. I think you can love someone so much you do something... unbelievable because of it. Something tragic."

An uncomfortable silence settled over the group. Avery tried to speak but found she couldn't for the knot of tears in her throat.

Buddy, bless him, took over. He turned to Lilah. "Dinner ready, sugar-sweet?"

"It is." Lilah all but jumped at the opportunity to turn their attention to the mundane. "And getting cold."

"Let's get to it, then," Buddy directed.

They made their way to the dining room and sat. Buddy said the blessing, then the procession of bowls

and platters began, passed-as they always had been at the Stevenses' supper table from right to left.

Avery went through the motions. She ate, commented on the food, joined in story swapping. But her

heart wasn't in it. Nor was anyone else's, that was obvious to her. As was how hard they were trying to make it like it used to be. How hard they were wanting to comfort with normalcy.

But how could anything be normal ever again? In years gone by, her parents had sat with her at this table.

She, Matt and Hunter would have been clustered together, whispering or joking.

She missed Hunter, Avery realized. She felt the lack of his presence keenly.

Hunter had been the most intellectual of the group. Not the most intelligent, because both he and Matt

had sailed through school, neither having to crack a book to maintain an A average, both scoring

near-perfect marks on their SATs.

But Hunter had possessed a sharp, sarcastic wit. He'd been in-capable of the silliness the rest of them had sometimes wallowed in. He had often been the voice of wry reason in whatever storm was brewing.

She hadn't been surprised to hear he had become a successful lawyer. Between his keen mind and

razor-sharp tongue, he'd no doubt consistently decimated the opposition.

She brought him up as Lilah served the pie. "Matt tells me that Hunter's moved back to Cypress Springs.

I'd hoped he would be here tonight."

Silence fell around the table. Avery shifted her gaze from one face to the next. "I'm sorry, did I say

something wrong?"

Buddy cleared his throat. "Of course not, baby girl. It's just that Hunter's had some troubles lately. Lost

his partnership in the New Orleans law firm. Was nearly disbarred, from what I hear. Moved back here about ten months ago."

"I don't know why he bothered," Matt added. "For all the time he spends with his family."

Cherry frowned. "I wish he hadn't come home. He only did it to hurt us."

"Now, Cherry," Buddy murmured, "you don't know that."

"The hell I don't. If he was any kind of brother, any kind of son, he would be here for us. Instead, he-"

Lilah launched to her feet. Avery saw she was near tears. "I'll get the coffee."

"I'll help." Cherry tossed her napkin on the table and got to her feet, expression disgusted. She looked at

Avery. "Tell you the truth, all Hunter's ever done is break our hearts."

CHAPTER 3.

Talk of Hunter drained the joy from the gathering, and the remainder of the evening passed at a snail's pace. Lilah's smile looked artificial; Cherry's mood darkened with each passing moment and Buddy's jubilance bordered on manic.

Finally, pie consumed, coffee cups drained, Avery said her thanks and made her excuses. Cherry and Lilah said their good-byes in the dining room; Buddy accompanied her and Matt to the door.

Buddy hugged her. "You broke all our hearts when you left. But no one's more than mine. I'd had mine set on you being my daughter."

Avery returned his embrace. "I love you, too, Buddy."

Matt walked her to her car. "Pretty night," she murmured, lifting her face to the night sky. "So many stars. I'd forgotten how many."

"I enjoyed tonight, Avery. It was like old times."

Avery met his eyes; her pulse fluttered.

"I've missed you," he said. "I'm glad you're back."

She swallowed hard, acknowledging that she'd missed him, too. Or more accurately, that she'd missed

standing with him this way, in his folks' driveway, under a star-sprinkled sky. Had missed the familiarity

of it. The sense of belonging.

Matt put words to her thoughts. "Why'd you leave, Avery? My dad was right, you know. You belong here. You're one of us."

"Why didn't you go with me?" she countered. "I asked. Begged, if I remember correctly."

Matt lifted a hand as if to touch her, then dropped it. "You always wanted something else, something

more than Cypress Springs could offer. Something more than I could offer. I never understood it. But I had to accept it."

She shifted her gaze slightly, uncomfortable with the truth. That he could speak it so plainly. She changed

the direction of their conversation. "Your dad and Cherry said you're the front-runner in next year's election for parish sheriff. I'm not surprised. You always said you were destined for great things."

"But our definitions of great things always differed, didn't they, Avery?"

"That's not fair, Matt."