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  Landon followed my finger. “What is she doing?”

  “She’s hiding from someone.”

  “You? I mean the other you?”

  “Probably,” I said. “Come on. I have to see what she’s doing.”

  We picked our way through the crowded area in front of the maze. No one acknowledged us or even looked in our direction, so it was safe to say this memory wasn’t interactive. That was probably a good thing. I could barely handle one Landon. Two would tip me over the edge.

  “She went inside the barn,” Landon said, gripping my hand as he moved in front of me. It was a nice sentiment – he was trying to protect me – but because we weren’t in actual danger it was a wasted effort. I didn’t bother telling him that. “Where did she go?”

  “Who are you looking for?” Aunt Tillie popped up to our left, a mischievous smile on her face.

  “Which Aunt Tillie are you?” I asked.

  “The world can’t take more than one me,” Aunt Tillie said, shuffling her feet in a little dance.

  “You’re my Aunt Tillie,” I said. “You had a good time watching that, didn’t you?”

  “As did you.”

  “But … I didn’t know you were here that day,” I said. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  “I watched you to make sure the bikers didn’t do anything untoward, and then I had business of my own to attend to,” Aunt Tillie explained. “I knew you were fine, so I left you to your own devices. It worked out, didn’t it? Look at the two of you now.”

  “Yes, we’re thrilled to be stuck in your head with you,” Landon deadpanned. “What did the other Aunt Tillie have in her hands?”

  “Probably her purse.”

  “It wasn’t a purse,” I countered. “It looked like a brown paper bag.”

  “I guess it was a bag then,” Aunt Tillie said, averting her eyes. “That’s not important to the story.”

  “Then why are we still here?” I challenged.

  “Because I want to show you one other thing before we hop to another memory,” Aunt Tillie said. “Look over there.”

  Aunt Tillie pointed toward the door we had walked through moments earlier, and my gaze landed on the other Landon. He was separated from the biker group and watching the maze with keen interest.

  “What is he doing?”

  Aunt Tillie shrugged. “I have no idea. Do you know what you were doing, Landon?”

  “I do,” Landon confirmed, making a face. “It’s not important to this story, though, so why are we watching?”

  “Because it is important to the story,” Aunt Tillie argued.

  I was confused. “I don’t understand,” I said. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m just … taking a breather,” Landon said. “Look. There’s the other Aunt Tillie. She snuck out the back of the barn and is heading toward the parking lot. She’s behind the other me.”

  “That explains how she knew this happened,” I said, watching as the Aunt Tillie with the bag in her hand stopped long enough to give biker Landon a long look. She was close enough to talk to him, but they didn’t speak or lock gazes.

  “Why are you watching me like that?” Landon asked.

  “She’s reading you,” I answered, shaking my head. “She’s trying to read your aura. It’s one of her gifts. You can tell because she always gets that ‘I’m going to fart’ look on her face when she does it.” I swiveled quickly. “You read him long before I realized he was a good guy. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “How would that have been any fun?” Aunt Tillie asked. “You needed to find out about Landon on your own, Bay. Technically, though, all you needed to know about him is illustrated by what he’s doing now.”

  I turned back to the Landon watching the maze. “What is he doing?”

  “I’m waiting for you,” Landon replied, his cheeks flushing with color when I darted a surprised look in his direction. “I wanted to make sure you got out okay. I was … worried … Russ might make a move on you. I was merely acting as a concerned law enforcement officer in an undercover situation.”

  “You had a crush on me,” I teased.

  “I did not.” Landon crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you were pretty, but mouthy. I thought you were great to look at, but I had no idea at the time you would come to mean so much to me.”

  “You had a crush on me,” I giggled, pressing my finger into Landon’s red cheek. His skin was hot. “You wanted to kiss me even then.”

  Aunt Tillie did a little jig in the space next to us. She was giddy, which was odd given the circumstances. “You wanted to kiss her,” she sang out. “You wanted to hug her.”

  “I definitely want to smack you,” Landon shot back, although his expression softened when he met my gaze. “I might have had a crush on you. I definitely have a crush on you now.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you waited around to see whether I got out of the maze okay?”

  “Because it wasn’t important,” Landon answered. “I was doing my job, Bay. There was no ‘us’ at that point in my life. Not yet.”

  “Yes, there was,” Aunt Tillie countered. “When hearts connect, there’s always an ‘us.’ You two connected right away. You just didn’t admit you connected until much later. You were stubborn little cusses.”

  “You knew, though,” I pressed, glaring at Aunt Tillie. “You could’ve made things easier for us.”

  “Life isn’t easy, Bay,” Aunt Tillie said. “You have to work through the tough stuff just as much as you have to enjoy the fun stuff. By the way, you have another memory coming up. This one is going to be a doozy.”

  “Aunt Tillie!” She was already gone, though, and Landon had a hold of my hand as two timelines careened toward imminent collision.

  How long would it be now?

  * * *

  You think I enjoy torturing my family, and I do. I enjoy torturing their enemies even more, though. That, right there, is the definition of family.

  – Aunt Tillie to Landon when asked why she got such a kick out of cursing her great-nieces

  Seventeen

  We were back at the inn, the side door visible as we landed behind Aunt Tillie’s favorite lilac bush. The air smelled musty, as if it had rained recently, and the sun was missing from the sky.

  “This is … lovely,” Landon said, frowning at the mud on his hands. “Why can’t she do this and leave us standing up?”

  “Because then she wouldn’t have any fun,” I replied. “Ugh. It’s so muddy and mucky. Whenever we are, it’s right after a storm. You can smell it.”

  “You say very odd things, but I love you anyway,” Landon said, causing me to smile. “Despite that, I’m running out of patience, Bay. Next time we see Aunt Tillie, I want you to grab her and shake her until she wakes up.”

  “Why me?”

  “Because if it’s you, she’s liable to curse you, and that means you might smell like bacon all weekend,” Landon answered, winking. “You know how much I love it when you smell like bacon.”

  “I never would’ve guessed,” I said dryly. “You’ve never mentioned it.”

  Landon shook an accusatory finger in my direction. “Hey! If I have to listen to you and Thistle tell that story about accidentally scaring the life out of me by pretending to be ghosts that night we were drunk for the hundredth time, you can listen to me wax poetic about the wondrous bacon curse.”

  “Fine,” I said, blowing out a sigh. “I’m tired, too. I don’t want to fight.”

  “This isn’t fighting, sweetie,” Landon corrected. “It’s called communicating. You should recognize it for what it is. That’s how this entire family gets their point across.”

  I pursed my lips. “Do you consider yourself part of the family?”

  Landon stilled as he slid a look in my direction. “I don’t know. Do you consider me part of your family?”

  “Yes.”

  Landon smiled. “That was a really good answer,” he said. “I didn’t even have to browbeat
you to get it. We’re making progress.”

  This was not the time for a deep discussion, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why I picked now to start one, but I had to get something off my chest. “I know you think I don’t trust you, but nothing could be further from the truth. I do trust you.”

  “I know you trust me, Bay,” Landon said. “The fact that you call me when you’re in trouble and refuse to lie to me even when it risks alienating family members proved that to me a long time ago. You don’t have to worry about things like that. In fact, it drives me crazy when you do.”

  “I think everything drives you crazy at some point,” I teased, wiping a muddy finger down his cheek.

  “You suck,” Landon said, grabbing my wrist. “If you want to get into a mud fight, though, I’m more than ready to do it. That will make you squeal and giggle. That will make me frisky. I still maintain that if we do … you know … Aunt Tillie will have no choice but to wake up because she won’t be able to tolerate watching us.”

  “If this isn’t the last memory, I’ll take it under consideration,” I said. “I’m so … tired. I know it’s weird to say because we’re technically sleeping right now, but the first thing I want to do when we get out of this is take a shower. The second thing I want to do is go to sleep.”

  “You’re missing the part about my pot roast.”

  “Fine, we’ll take time for your pot roast,” I conceded. “Let’s find out when we are and get this show on the road. I can’t take much more of this. As much as I enjoy spending time with you, I’m starting to get this shooting pain in my head every time we jump to a new memory. That’s on top of the shooting pain in my behind when we land.”

  Landon squeezed my rear end, as if testing my statement. “It feels fine to me.”

  “You’re such a pervert.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I shifted my eyes to search for something for familiar. What I found was another Landon standing about fifty feet away on the side patio. He scuffed his feet against the stones and stared down. He looked … morose. “It’s you.”

  Landon followed my gaze, frowning after a few moments of careful study. “No.”

  “It’s you,” I confirmed. “I’d recognize that face anywhere. You need to get him to strip if you want me to recognize everything else. Huh. I wonder if I could have two Landons for a little bit. That might be fun.”

  Landon glanced around, panicked. The “two Landons” comment flew right over his head. “We need to get out of here right now. We can’t watch this.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because … no.”

  “Landon, what’s going on?” I asked, brushing his hand away when he tried to wrap it around my wrist and tug me away from the inn. “I’m too tired to run around. Let’s just wait here and see whatever memory gem Aunt Tillie wants to bestow upon us and then get to the next memory. We can’t have many left.”

  “Sweetie, we can’t stay here.” Landon’s face was plaintive. “Neither of us wants to see this. I can promise you that.”

  “But … .” I was dumbfounded. He legitimately seemed frightened. Sure, he’d complained – rather loudly sometimes – about a lot of the other memories. This time he looked as if he was about to lose his mind. “What is it?”

  “We have to go,” Landon said, grabbing my hand. “Trust me.”

  “Okay,” I said, giving in. “I … oh, look. There I am.” I caught sight of my blond head climbing the hill before Landon could distract me. It was only when I glanced between the other Landon’s sullen figure and Bay’s morose face that I realized what was about to happen. “Oh, no.”

  “Bay,” Landon said, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re about to walk away from me, aren’t you?” My heart rolled. After challenging me for the truth about my witchy heritage and coming up with less than he wanted, Landon decided to end things before they even started because he didn’t think he could handle it. He wasn’t gone long, and he’d been nothing but apologetic since his return, but the memory still hurt.

  “Let’s go, sweetie,” Landon prodded. “We can still leave.”

  “Not if we want Aunt Tillie to let us out of here,” I countered, resigned. “We have to see what she wants us to see.”

  “I don’t want to see this,” Landon said. “I really don’t want you to see this.”

  “Landon, we’ve already survived this,” I said. “It can’t hurt us now.”

  “I don’t believe that,” Landon shot back. “It still hurts you … and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I slipped my hand in his and turned my attention to the other Bay as she closed the distance between Landon and herself. “You aren’t hurting me, Landon. He’s hurting her.”

  “It’s the same thing.”

  “And yet we have to watch it all the same,” I said.

  Landon sighed as wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I’m going to kill Aunt Tillie when I see her again.”

  “Get in line,” I muttered.

  Bay pulled up short when she caught sight of the sad Landon. “What are you doing here?”

  “I knew you’d be coming up for family dinner,” he answered, maintaining a safe distance between Bay and himself.

  “How did you know that?”

  “Clove told me when I stopped by Hypnotic today.”

  Bay’s shoulders sagged, almost as if expecting what was to come, and alternative Landon looked as if he wished a hole would open up and swallow him whole. “I haven’t seen much of you the past week – except when you had me hauled into the police department to answer questions during Twila’s big death scene,” Bay said.

  “I’m sure that upset her.”

  “I’m still paying for it.” Bay’s chest heaved, but otherwise she remained placid and calm.

  “I needed some time to think,” other Landon admitted.

  “About what?”

  “You. Your family.”

  “You probably need more than a week,” Bay said. She was buying time because she didn’t want to hear what she knew he’d say. I didn’t blame her.

  “I need to know what happened to Ken.” The other Landon was negotiating. He was practically begging me to tell him the truth.

  “I don’t know what happened to Ken,” Bay said, her tone sharp. “I told you that. I saw what you saw.”

  “But you weren’t surprised.”

  “I was in shock,” Bay clarified. “We were almost struck by lightning. I was processing.”

  “But you weren’t surprised.”

  It was like watching a television show, one I desperately wanted canceled.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say.” Bay held her palms up, helpless.

  “I can’t watch this,” Landon said. “I want to beat myself up.”

  “Me, too.” I offered him a watery smile.

  “I know you’re hiding something, Bay,” the other Landon said. “You either can’t or won’t tell me, though.”

  “And what do you think I’m hiding?”

  “It has something to do with your family,” alternative Landon replied. “And it’s more than that pot field your aunt’s hiding out in the woods.”

  “You know about that?”

  “I saw it the night I stumbled on your little ritual.”

  “I almost forgot about that night,” Landon said. “I wish we could see that horror movie instead of this one.”

  “Even with the rampant nudity of my mother and aunts?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to report them?” Bay asked, her voice cracking.

  “No.” The other Landon sighed and tugged a restless hand through his hair. He still did that when upset or flustered. “I don’t want to get on your Aunt Tillie’s bad side. I have a feeling that wouldn’t be in my best interests.”

  “Probably not.” Bay turned her attention to the sky. She was obviously fighting off tears.

  “I like you,” alternative Landon said, exhaling heavily. “Yo
u’re funny. You’re weird. You’re ridiculously loyal. You’re also hiding something from me. I need you to trust me and tell me the truth.”

  Bay’s internal struggle was obvious. She wanted to trust him, but she didn’t know him well enough to risk her family. I wanted to yell to her, tell her to confide in him. That would make things better. That’s not what happened, though.

  “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” The other Landon was reaching the end.

  “I don’t ... I ... I don’t have anything to tell you,” Bay said lamely. “I can’t give you what you’re looking for.”

  “I guess not.”

  The duo lapsed into uncomfortable silence, and I took the opportunity to rest my head on Landon’s shoulder. “It’s okay,” I whispered.

  “It’s not, but it will be,” Landon replied. “It’s almost over now.”

  “I thought I heard voices.” Aunt Tillie appeared on the patio behind Landon, although her eyes were fixed on Bay.

  “Aunt Tillie,” the other Landon greeted her with a wary countenance.

  “Are you coming in for dinner?” Aunt Tillie’s question was pointed. She already knew the answer, but she wanted him to say it. She wanted him to admit he was leaving.

  Clove and Thistle wandered out to the patio after Aunt Tillie, watching the situation unfold with unveiled interest.

  “Not tonight,” the other Landon said, forcing a smile in Bay’s direction. “Maybe some other night. I have some things to think about. I have some things to do.”

  “Well, you should go do your important things then,” Aunt Tillie said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We don’t want anyone here who doesn’t want to be here.”

  The depressed Landon met Aunt Tillie’s heavy gaze. “I’m going.”

  Aunt Tillie took a step toward him, never letting her gaze waver from his face. “And remember, we may forgive, but we never forget.”

  Despite the horrible scene, Landon chuckled. “I thought she was going to find a way to kill me in my sleep.”

  “I’m sure she was thinking about ways to do just that before you came back,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. She likes you now, even if you are ‘The Man.’”