Treasure on Lilac Lane - SAMPLE

Chapter One

Jess Collins hated funerals.

She avoided attending when she could, though in a close-knit town the size of Jewell Cove, that wasn't easy. When she found herself in these types of situations, she often offered condolences and got away as fast as she could.

Funerals brought back too many painful memories. Too many reminders of a time when life started to unravel. As a teenager, losing her father had been the worst thing she'd ever experienced. How she'd handled her grief, however, had led to something far more traumatic. Something she could never forget no matter how hard she tried.

The crisp breeze blew a strand of her hair into her lip gloss and she tucked it back behind her ear. Today was about more than neighborly politeness. Rick Sullivan was a close friend of the family, and as much as she was annoyed with him, she owed it to him—and to his mother—to stay for Roberta's funeral and interment at the Jewell Cove Cemetery.

Maybe Rick had gone off the rails lately. Maybe she didn't approve of his choices. But once upon a time they'd been close. As kids he'd been at her house more often than at his own, hanging with her big brother, Josh, and her cousins Bryce and Tom. Rick had been one of the family. And one moonlit night on the beach he'd very nearly been more.

Rick had also served in the Marines and bore the scars to prove that service to his country was no cakewalk. She couldn't help but notice his prosthetic hand beneath the cuff of his dark gray suit, both the appendage and the clothing looking out of place on a rough-around-the-edges man like Rick...

And so here she was, standing with her sister and brother and cousins, part of a united show of support, while the autumn wind buffeted her navy skirt and the scent of funeral flowers mingled with the unique, musty aroma of fallen leaves and late September sunshine.

Roberta Sullivan's fight with cancer had been very different from the accident that had claimed Jess's dad, Frank, who'd been lost at sea when his fishing boat capsized in a storm. Jess's family didn't have any time to prepare; there'd been numbing shock and then the terrible weight of dealing with a funeral without a body. Suddenly Jess's whole world had been turned upside down. She'd lost much more than a parent: she'd lost her greatest confidant and best friend.

Pushing away her own memories of grief, Jess looked at Rick, noticing the haggard lines around his eyes, the strained tightness of his cheeks and knew what he was going through. Yes, he was a grown man and not a child as she'd been when she lost her father. And maybe Roberta had a little time to say goodbye at the time. But losing a parent was losing a parent. It was painful no matter the circumstances and the cancer had been aggressive. It had only been a few months between her diagnosis and her death. Jess still had the blessing of her family around her. Rick had no one.

Her heart ached at the thought. Still, knowing Rick, he'd handle his grief by heading to The Rusty Fern right after the burial in a pathetic attempt to forget his troubles by drowning them with whatever his favorite drink happened to be. She didn't imagine he was too choosy.

With a sigh, Jess turned her attention back to the gravesite in front of her. No matter how much she sympathized with Rick, his drinking was something she didn't want anything to do with. And so she stared at the casket, feeling a heavy grief for things that couldn't be changed, and sad that the laughing boy she'd once known no longer existed.

And neither did the carefree girl.

*

She came.

Rick stole a glance at Jess Collins and tried to ignore the pain that squeezed his heart and made it hard to breathe; the constant feeling like the very last thing holding him together had just been snatched away, leaving him defenseless and alone. His mom was the only reason he'd come back home to Maine at all, and now she was gone. He was alone. Completely and utterly.