Chapter Thirteen

Sara woke to barking and for a moment was disoriented.

 

“Quiet. You'll wake Sara.”

 

“Too late.” She smiled and stretched her arms over her head. It had been a week since the break in at the house. Today was the grand opening for Sara's Nook. Rolling over, she looked at the alarm and almost shot out of bed.

 

“It's four o'clock. How can it be four o'clock?” She pushed out of bed and forced herself to take a deep breath in, then out. Stress was not her friend. Not on opening day.

 

“You said you wanted to be woken at four. It's five til. You still have five minutes.” Allen frowned at her as he opened the door for Beast to come in. The dog rushed in, ran in circles and barked.

 

“He needs to go out.”

 

“Yeah, hang on buddy. I've gotta put some boots on. It's snowing out there.” Allen stepped into his other boot. He was wearing the bottoms of flannel pajamas. No shirt. She sighed and wished she could spend the whole day exploring that chest. But when he strolled out the door, the dog closely following, the alarm went off and she jumped from the bed to hit the shower.

 

When she walked into the bakery, Josie was there already rolling out the dough for the sweet bread.

 

Josie stopped what she was doing and rushed over to her. “Opening day!” They jumped up and down laughing. Rosalyn, the other baker they had hired just two days ago, stood in the corner smiling. Sara didn't know the woman very well, since she'd moved here from Seaside, but her resume was impressive and she knew her way around the kitchen.

 

“Okay,” Sara sobered, “enough of that.” Josie followed her lead.

 

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. Then the two of them were jumping up and down laughing and singing, “Opening day” again.

 

An hour before opening, Sara felt all the nerves bubbling up. Becca arrived in her uniform, a Sara's Nook t-shirt, which had come in the mail yesterday, and black jeans. Her sister looked good and Sara knew she would do her best to present the bakery in the best light. Even though she could only work weekends, Becca looked forward to helping out as much as she could.

 

They still were looking for someone part-time to cover the front during the day. Until then, Sara or Josie would have to fill in.

 

Fifteen minutes before they would open the doors, she looked out front and was shocked to see a line growing outside. Even in the cold, people were lined up around the street corner.

 

The place smelled great and the food looked even better. They were just putting on the finishing touches when she signaled Becca to open the doors.

 

Four hours later, Sara sat down and closed her eyes, a huge smile on her face. “I'd say that was a successful opening.”

There had been a steady stream of people for the first two hours. After that, people came and went. Some people ordered and took it to go on their way to work, others ordered and ate in, filling the place so that, at times, the only room was standing room. People utilized the bar area she’d had the Timothy's build along the window wall. They had run out of blueberry muffins and Death by Chocolate cupcakes, and they’d had to quickly rush and make more.

 

“The lull before lunch.” Josie sat down next to her. They sat at a high-top table, watching Becca clear the rest of the tables.

“I think everyone from town came in this morning.” Becca smiled.

 

“Yes, and no one could get over how wonderful of a job you'd done.” Josie smiled.

 

“Lunch should be slower.” She nibbled on her lip. She knew that the Golden Oar would always be there, but her sandwiches and soup were great for people who had to have a quick lunch and didn't have time for a sit-down meal. They even offered paper bag lunches, ready for those in a real hurry. It was the closest thing to a drive-through that Pride had or would ever see.

 

They had almost two dozen special orders that would need to be filled. She had Rosalyn working on some of them already. Every item on her menu had been ordered, but by far the coffee and lattes had been the biggest hit. Almost everyone who entered her door had walked out with a decorative Sara's Nook thermal coffee mug, which could be refilled at a fraction of the cost, rather than purchasing a coffee in a paper cup.

 

A half an hour later, the lunch crowd started coming in and by the time Sara closed the front doors at two, her feet hurt. They still had a few hours of baking to do for special orders that would be picked up tomorrow, and some prep work that needed to be done, but she was looking forward to a quiet night at Allen's. When Josie asked if she wanted to come over to the apartment and celebrate the success of the day, she wavered. But seeing her friend’s face, she decided to enjoy the night with her friend and text Allen her plans to stay late.

 

Since she'd driven her own car today, which was already parked across the street, she could drive herself back to his place later.

 

When they closed up the store an hour later, they walked arm in arm across the street.

 

“I have a bottle of champagne I bought just for this occasion,” Josie said as she started skipping.

 

“Champagne? What would we have done had the day not been so successful?” Sara asked.

 

“Drank away our worries.” They both laughed.

 

When they walked up the stairs to the apartment above O'Neil’s store, Sara realized how tired she was, but she didn't want to let her friend down. One glass, she told herself.

 

One and a half glasses and a large piece of brownie later, she waved at Josie as she backed out of the parking lot. It was just past nine and she noticed Patty had already closed up shop. Patty's closed early on the weekends, but Sara's eyes were on the bakery. The windows were dark and the sign that hung over the windows shown with brightness. “Sara's Nook” sat in fancy print with “Bakery, Deli, Catering” below in simple fonts. She'd never been more proud of anything in her life.

 

Allen had called her and told her he had taken someone else's shift for the night and wouldn't be home until late. She had considered staying at Josie's, but then she thought of Beast. The poor dog probably needed to go out.

 

When she drove up to the house, she heard him scratching at the door. “I'm coming, boy.” She grabbed her bag and hurried towards the door. The rain was just starting and she almost slipped on the stone pathway that led to the mudroom door. She was digging in her purse, looking for the keys that Allen had given her when the world went dark.

 

Allen drove up his driveway and smiled when he saw Sara's car parked in front of the garage. He'd stopped by for breakfast and lunch today and knew the place had been packed both times. He hadn't gotten to see her for the breakfast rush because it had been too busy, but he'd pulled her aside at lunch and had kissed her until he'd felt her vibrating. He couldn't wait to do it again.

 

When he parked his truck, the lights reflected on something on the stone path. He rushed out of the truck, leaving it running.

“Sara!” he screamed over and over again as he pulled her into his arms. She was cold, very cold. He noticed the blood on the stone and the ground below her. His hands shook as he felt her neck for a pulse. When he felt a weak one, he quickly pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed 911.

 

Later, he stood in the emergency room at Edgeview hospital when Patricia Lander rushed, Becca on her heels. “Where is she?”

 

“They've got her in x-ray,” Allen said, pushing his hair away from his forehead. It was taking too long. It had been at least fifteen minutes since they'd rolled her to the back. He'd called her mother five minutes after they'd arrived at the hospital via ambulance. He'd followed them the entire time, silently praying that she'd be okay.

 

He hadn't even stopped to let Beast out, but had left that to Robert, who'd shown up before the ambulance.

 

“She must have slipped,” he'd told him. Robert had looked at the situation and frowned. Allen didn't like what he knew that meant. Robert had asked to look around after he'd covered Sara up with a thermal blanket and made sure Allen didn't try to move her. Allen had tossed him the house keys and told him to do whatever he wanted.

 

Just then the doctor came out. “Mrs. Lander.” He walked up to her and nodded his head. “Becca. Why don't we go in my office.” He started walking down the hall.

 

“Please, can Allen come along?” Becca turned and took his arm. The doctor frowned.

 

“Yes, he's with Sara. He was the one who found her.” Patricia took his other arm.

 

“I'll leave it up to you.” The doctor continued on his way, with the three of them following.

 

When everyone was crammed into the small office, the doctor behind his desk, he sat back and frowned.

 

“Sara has a concussion and a nasty cut on the back of her head. Now, this could have happened by either a fall, as suggested by Mr. Masters here, or she could have been attacked. What makes me lean towards the latter is the large chunk of wood we found lodged in her skin. You told the officer on scene that she was found on your stone pathway and that there was nothing near her.”

 

“Yes,” Allen frowned. “There aren't any trees or bushes around that pathway. There weren’t any logs or branches near where I found her. It looked, at least to me, like she had slipped on the stones and fallen back. But…if she was hit over the head with something…” He stood and took two steps. “I need to call Robert.”

“I've already notified him. He told me he'll be here shortly. All we can do is wait. Sara hasn't woken up yet and we are watching her closely.”

“Thank you, Eugene.” Patricia smiled at the man. The doctor took her hand in his and smiled back at her.

 

“If there's anything more I can do, just let me know.” He patted her hand and then walked over and opened his door.

 

When they walked out, Josie came rushing towards them. “Where is she? Is she okay?” Deputy Larry was right behind her.

 

“She's resting.” The doctor looked at Josie, then he turned to Allen and said, “You can see her one at a time. Follow me, I'll show you to her room.”

 

When Larry followed along, Becca looked at Josie with questions in her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders.

 

“I’d had three glasses of champagne, so I called the station and Larry drove me up here.” Becca waved towards him. Larry followed them upstairs, where they took turns seeing Sara. Everyone agreed to allow Allen to stay with her the longest.

 

Robert showed up soon after and when Allen walked out of Sara's room to give Josie her turn, he pulled Robert aside and bombarded him with questions.

 

“Hang on, hang on. I've got a million of the same questions that you do. No, I didn't find anything that she could have hit her head on other than the stones and grass. I did find a huge tree branch a few yards away, but at this point, I can't be sure if it's what was used. I did find tire tracks in the mud down the road. It looks like a car pulled off just above your place, did a U-turn, and parked. No footprints, though. We've taken molds, but the chances…”

 

“Yeah.” Allen started pacing in front of Robert. He wanted action. He wanted to rip someone apart. But he had to know that Sara was okay first.

 

“I took care of your dog. He's at our place until you can make it back.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Hey, don't thank me. Now that my kids have a puppy to play with, my next stop for the day is to see if Marcus has any more. Even Amelia is behind it.” He shook his head. “How's she doing?”

 

Allen relayed what the doctor had told them an hour earlier.

 

“Anything missing at the place?”

 

“No, it doesn't appear they entered your place. I drove by the bakery just to make sure. The alarm is still on and everything looked clear, but we'll be keeping an eye on it more closely.”

 

“Thanks.” Allen was focusing on the door to Sara's room. When Josie walked out, tears streaming down her face, he wanted to go over and comfort her, but instead she walked into Larry's waiting arms. Both Robert and Allen noticed the move. Larry looked away with a slight smile on his lips.

 

Sara's mother and sister took turns next, and by two in the morning, Allen settled down in the chair next to Sara's bed.