as she pulled over to the shoulder of the road, grimly aware she was too shaky to talk on the phone and drive safely at the same time.
She was greeted by an excited shriek that nearly pierced her eardrums.
âIs it true?â her sister, Katrina, demanded.
As usual, her sisterâs bubbly energy made her feel about a hundred years older, though less than five years separated them.
âIâm going to say yes, though Iâm not sure what youâre talking about.â
âSam just texted me that Michelle Hunter came into the store and said she heard from her mom who heard on the police scanner that you ran into a burning building and saved about twelve people.â
Oh, the fun rumor mill in Haven Point. You had to love it.
âDonât forget all the babies and kittens. There had to be at least a hundred of them.â
âSeriously?â
For about half a second, Katrina actually bought it. Wyn swallowed a laugh. She adored her sister, she really did, but sometimes Kat was a little too gullibleânot a good trait in a second-grade teacher.
âNo,â she finally admitted. âNo babies or kittens. Or puppies, for that matter. I didnât rescue a dozen people either. As usual, the facts tend to get a little distorted once the rumors start flying.â
âWhy bother with facts when they only get in the way of a good story?â
It was another of their dadâs little sayings and she had to smile. Both she and her sister seemed to be quoting John Bailey more often now that he was gone. Maybe they were finally able to remember him as he once was instead of the distorted version they had lived with for the last two years of his life.
âIt was only two little boys,â she answered. âLindy-Grace Keeganâs pair. And I was only a few minutes ahead of the fire crew.â
âMy sister, the hero! Thatâs amazing. Iâm so proud of you. Dad would have been too.â
âThanks,â she answered, a little catch in her throat at the words.
âI mean it. Wait until Marsh hears.â
Their oldest brother, Marshall, was the sheriff of Lake Haven County. What would he think about her suspension? He would probably support it wholeheartedly, especially since Cade was his best friend.
âCan I bring you dinner tonight?â Kat asked. âI was thinking about trying out a new recipe for chicken divan.â
Her stomach gave a long, greasy roll at the offer. Kat was a fantastic, dedicated teacher, a good friend and a sweet, kindhearted person. She was also a terrible cook.
âI think Iâm good. Thanks, though. I just need a little downtime, you know?â
âAre you sure? Iâd love to bring you something. What about dessert? Iâve got more fresh rhubarb out back and was thinking about rhubarb-cherry tarts.â
Her mouth puckered. Kat was on a no-sugar kick these days and Wyn could only imagine rhubarb-cherry tarts without it. No thanks. She had an emergency Snickers bar hidden away inside her house that was calling her name right now.
âYouâre so sweet, but really. Itâs been a crazy day and I need to chill.â
It felt like another lifetime ago that she had been rescuing Aunt Jenny from the cow moose and her baby camping out in her driveway.
âI totally get that. After teaching twenty-five seven-year-olds all day, sometimes when I get home from school I just want to sink into a chair and not move until the next morning. I donât know how I would survive without summers. Fine. But can we grab lunch or something this week? Donât tell me youâre working double shifts! I wonât hear any excuses.â
âOkay. I wonât tell you that.â She didnât add that she wasnât working any shifts for several days. Kat would have no problem marching right down to the fire scene and giving Cade a piece of her mind. Her sister tended to lump Cade into the same category as Marshall