Believe in Me: A Rosewood Novel (53 page)

Earlier in the spring, Jade had gotten a video of Neddy taking his first steps, with Owen filming and narrating the clip. Owen was a pretty cool guy. Suave and sophisticated. But from the excitement in his voice, Neddy might just as well have been Neil Armstrong taking his first step for mankind rather than a baby tottering toward the outstretched arms of Olivia, his big sister half-sister, while the rest of them cheered him on.

Neddy would probably be fairly steady on his sneakers by now, she thought, and Kate, the oldest of the bunch from Jordan’s first marriage, was showing in children’s hunter classes and doing a really fine job on Doc Holliday.

Yeah, Jade definitely wanted to be back in the Radcliffe-Maher-Gage fold, insane though her sisters were sometimes. She’d missed everyone this summer while she was down in Ocala, but now, in addition to sporting her brand-spanking-new college dual degree in anthropology and education, she had earned from her training session in Florida the right to tout herself as a hunter/jumper trainer certified by the United States Hunter Jumper Association when she began spreading the word about the riding program she was starting at Rosewood.

Through the swish of her windshield wipers Jade saw the sudden bright flare of brake lights as the cars ahead of her went from a crawl to a stop, turning the highway into a long, thin, rain-drenched parking lot.

She sat, drumming her hands to Phoenix’s “1901” and jiggling her legs against the leather bucket seat so that at
least
something
was moving. Damn and double damn. The dashboard clock read 9:30
P.M
. and she hadn’t even reached Norfolk yet. There was no way she’d make it to Rosewood tonight. It wouldn’t be right to show up on the doorstep at one
A.M
. and wake Margot and Travis. Moreover, if Margot heard she wanted to push on through in a storm this bad, she’d freak.

Perhaps she’d show Margot—and Jordan, as Jade knew Margot would get on the horn to her within minutes—how much she’d matured. Leagues removed from the Jade of yesteryear. And it was even all right to pick up her cell and speed dial, since the car hadn’t moved an inch since she’d made her decision.

Margot answered on the second ring. “Jade? Where are you? God, it’s pouring and the wind is picking up.”

“It’s pouring here, too. I’m stuck on 95 somewhere south of Norfolk—”

“Norfolk! That means you still have a good four hours of driving!”

More than that, Jade thought, since every car around her was going nowhere fast. A flash of lights in her rearview mirror alerted her to an ambulance coming up the breakdown lane. “There must be an accident up ahead. An ambulance just drove past. Listen, Margot, I’m going to get off at the next exit and find a place for the night. But I’ll hit the road first thing, so make sure somebody does a Braverman’s run. I’ve been dreaming of their cinnamon raisin bagels for the past two nights.”

“Stopping for the night is a very good idea.” Surprisingly, Margot didn’t sound stunned speechless by Jade’s announcement. “But, Jade, make sure it’s a nice place and well lit.”

“Got it. No Bates Motel for me.”

“Ha. Very funny. You’ll call as soon as you’ve checked in?”

“It might not be for a while yet.”

“That’s fine. And use the credit card on my account, sweetie. I want you to have a nice night.”

“Norfolk Ritz, here I come.”

“No need to get carried away,” Margot replied with a laugh. “But you’ll remember to call, right? I won’t be able to sleep until I know you’ve found a place and are safe and sound.”

“I’ll call,” Jade promised before hanging up.

As Jade’s legal guardian, her older half-sister Margot had probably passed a lot of sleepless nights while Jade was off at college. She’d have passed a lot more of them if she’d known some of the things Jade had gotten up to on the weekends when she wasn’t competing with the collegiate equestrian team. A good acre of wild oats had been sown.

But that was the old Jade, the one who sometimes felt the need to step right up to the edge and do something crazy with a wild, fiery lick of danger. But though she’d had her share of parties and experiences, it hadn’t prevented her from getting straight A’s, being the top scorer on her riding team, writing a very popular advice column for the school paper, and receiving highest honors on her B.A. thesis. Her topic: horse-dependent societies.

The four years of college parties and serial relationships—she liked the sex just fine, but her life was way too busy to bother with the guys afterward—were over. She was coming home with a plan she intended to execute with the precision of a military campaign. She was going to dispel her hometown’s less than stellar memories of her by being the most model of model citizens. She was going to teach at Warburg’s elementary school, train Rosewood Farm’s horses, concentrate on building a young riders’ program, and thus—with the possible exception of hiring a detective to uncover the identity of her mother’s lover—live a life of complete respectability.

Obviously, the campaign to present a blemish-free image would be easier if she didn’t have hiring a detective down on her to-do list. Unfortunately, discovering who the “TM” was that her mother had gushed about in her diary was an
imperative. The need had sprung full-blown inside Jade the second she’d accidentally stumbled upon her mother’s private journal in her half-sister Jordan’s closet.

Like curious Pandora with her box, she’d opened the gaudy pink diary and, recognizing her mother’s handwriting, started reading. Having entered Jordan’s closet simply to borrow a sleeveless ratcatcher for an upcoming horse show, she left the closet with her perception of her mother forever altered. Damningly so.

She’d not only learned that her mother had been having an affair with someone she called “TM,” she’d also learned from entry after entry the depths of her mother’s resentment and dislike for her only child. According to her mother, she was endlessly spoiled and obnoxious, a drain that sucked all the energy out of her.

If Jade was the black hole in her life, this TM was her sun, the frigging life-affirming center of her universe.

It must have utterly destroyed Dad to read those words. And he had read them. Her sister Margot had been the one to stumble upon the diary first, finding it in a drawer in his office desk. Jade knew her dad well enough to realize that he’d have read the journal as obsessively as she, feeling more and more betrayed with each reading.

Jade despised whoever this TM was for getting involved with her mother. And since she now had access to the money her mother had left her, she saw no reason why she shouldn’t use it to hire a private eye. Dad would approve, even if Margot and Jordan didn’t. So the trick would be to make sure they never found out.…

Thank God, the traffic ahead had begun to move. She was actually going to get to shift into first gear and leave these dark thoughts behind.

Jade found a hotel outside of Norfolk. The place was ablaze with lights. No Bates Motel–like features about it. It occurred to her as she drove into the crammed parking lot
that it might possibly be a bit
too
busy and, as she grabbed her duffel bag from the Porsche’s trunk, she hoped there was a free room.

The rain was still coming down in heavy sheets. In the few minutes it took to shoulder her bag, double check that her car was locked, and sprint across the parking lot, she was soaked. Stepping into the lobby, she blinked, disoriented by the bright lights and colors after staring into silvery blackness for so long.

Several guests were huddled around the reception desk, asking questions about breakfast and airport shuttles and what might entertain the kids if it was too wet to go to the beach tomorrow, and God knows what else while she shivered slightly in the chill of the air-conditioning and left wet footprints on the plush maroon carpeting. Finally the last guest ambled happily toward the bank of elevators and she stepped up to the counter. Dropping her duffel bag and placing her ultra-sweet Prada hobo bag (a graduation present from Margot) on top of the wooden counter, she smiled at the black-jacketed man behind the counter.

“May I help you?”

The receptionist was in his mid-thirties and looked like he’d been on duty for a while, in other words, tired and harassed. He also wore a wedding ring. Deciding that he didn’t look the type to hit on her, she gave him a friendly smile. “Yes, please. I’d like a room for the night.”

“Do you have a reservation?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

He expelled a breath. “I’ll have to check and see whether anything’s available. We’ve had a crazy week, with two conferences going on. One ended yesterday, but we’ve just had a large wedding party arrive today.”

“I really hope you have something. I’ve been on the road all day, driving up from Florida.”

He looked up, his brows raised. “From Florida?”

Jade nodded. “From Ocala. I’m heading to Warburg. The rainstorm started somewhere in North Carolina, and then there was a pretty bad accident about twenty miles south of here. That’s when I realized it might be smart to call it a night. I Googled hotels in the area and yours had the best reviews. I’d like to avoid getting back in the car if at all possible.” Dragging her soaked hair from her face, she gave him another cheerful smile, as if she had no doubt that he’d do everything in his power to help her avoid that as well.

Margot and Jordan would never guess how much she’d picked up from them when it came to the art of sweet-talking. It definitely had its uses. Like now.

“Well, you’re in luck. We do have a room. It has a king-size bed, water views.”

She didn’t give a fig about the view, since she’d be on her way to Rosewood at first light, but a big bed would be heaven after the lumpy twin bunk bed she’d been assigned in Ocala.

“That sounds perfect.” Jade was already reaching into her bag. “Let me give you my credit card. Do you need my driver’s license, too?”

“Yes, and the license plate number of your car, please.”

As Jade waited for him to take down her information, the notes of a Rob Thomas song reached her. Turning her head toward the source, she saw couples wandering into a softly lit area.

“The bar looks nice.”

The clerk nodded, his eyes still fixed on the computer. “It’s got a dance floor, and Ray, our DJ, plays good music. On an evening like this, the guests really appreciate having a night spot they don’t have to drive to. Plenty of Norfolk residents like to come here for a night of dancing. Here you go, Miss Radcliffe.” He handed back her ID and credit cards. “And this is your electronic key. Your room number is 412. Take the elevator to the fourth floor and turn right
down the hallway. The room will be on your right. Do you need help with your luggage?”

“No, thanks, I’ve got it.”

He smiled. “Then have a good night.”

“After nearly thirteen hours on the road, I’m going to sleep like a baby.”