Ava had taken two at home COVID tests and they had both been negative. She had no choice but to make a doctor’s appointment. The truth was she as sick of doctors. It seemed like she had seen more doctors during the past seven months than she has in her whole life. Bad enough Dr. Michaels had to prescribe her something to help her sleep, now she has some sort of bug where she can’t keep her food down. She vomited at least twice a day and she always felt hot and dizzy before it happened. There were times she felt dizzy and nauseas without vomiting following afterwards. It was so random and strange. Either what she was experiencing was a side effect from the sleeping pills or she was allergic to something. Oh, god. What if I have developed an allergy to chocolate. Life wouldn’t be worth living if it’s that. There was a knock on the door. Then someone opened it. It was her regular general physician, Dr. Dent. When Ava had started seeing him, Dr. Dent ha
Five weeks later . . .Jesse walked into the coral. The ranch hands at the Cross Creek Ranch looked downtrodden, confused, a little pissed, and aggravated.“You boys look like someone chewed you out,” Jesse commented.“We were chewed out – over something we didn’t know that had to be done,” Shane said.Jesse exhaled. “Let me guess. Ray.”“Yes,” Gill hissed like a pissed off snake.“Damn I wish Miss Ava will come back. He’s been a bear ever since she left,” Lance commented.“I don’t care what’s going on at this point. He got about one more time to talk to me like I’m some idiot child,” Gill said angrily. “There are loads of people in the mid-west looking for an experienced hand like me.”“Cool down, buddy,” Jesse soothed. “I understand how you feel but don’t make a big decision like that while you’re mad. You’ve been with us for years.”“I know, Jesse, but damn it,” Gill stressed.“He’s not the only one that feels that way, Jess,” Jock said.“I see. Want to give me an estimate on how m
Two days later . . . Dr. Michaels, Whitney’s former psychiatrist, and now Ava’s current one, sat in the den at the Bartholomew Estate. Lester and Whitney were discussing Ava with him before she came in for her appointment. “Somethings not right,” Lester said vehemently. “Ava isn’t . . . Ava. Usually, she’s more upbeat and sociable. Now she’s subdued, not as . . . chipper, and . . . she’s just acting strangely. I want you to fix it.” “Yes,” Whitney said with slight distress. “She’s changed. Will she ever again be the debutante I raised?” “I assure you, I’ll do what I can,” Dr. Michaels said. “But Ava, despite what she had been through, is getting older. Are you sure it isn’t a new found maturity that is coming out of her? During her sabbatical, you told me she had to take care of a household and two children. That alone can make a twenty-something grow up rather quickly.” Lester grunted. “Now that you mention it .
Ava stood in the ballroom at her father’s estate in a dark ivory gown greeting guests, family, and friends. The Halfpenny London dress was made out of crisp taffeta with a plunging bodice and a pleated A-line skirt.Ava was surprised so many people had shown up on such short notice. When she had mentioned this to one of her sisters, she had oozed, “Darling, you’ve been missing for half a year. People’s curiosities are killing them. Other than your personal acquaintances and friends, people changed their plans to be here to be nosy.” Catherine Van Dyke-Townsend had nearly hugged the life out of Ava when she laid eyes on her. Ava damn near thanked her when she had let go. “Oh, Ava, darling, I’ve been so worried about you. I actually began to fear I would never see you again,” Catherine said. Ava remembered her friendship with Catherine now. In the end, Catherine had said that little setup at the Hudson mansion was more for her mother than
It was almost eight o’clock, New Year’s Eve night. Tom was at a friend’s house. He was having a little New Year’s party under his parents’ supervision. Tom was going to spend the night there. Shockingly, Hank Calhoun had called Dax to come to The Sundown Ranch for a party there. Hank’s father had actually gotten on the phone with Ray to assure him that the teens would be properly supervised by himself and his brothers. So, Ray had let Dax go. Another shocker was Lana’s father had let her go with Dax but he had planned to pick her up at eleven. Ray figured Langley Anderson didn’t want Ray’s boy coming close to kissing his little girl at midnight.Ray was at the stables in the office, trying to concentrate on work but failing. He couldn’t keep his mind off of Ava. It was close to driving him crazy. He figured she was back in New York by now. Was she in Time Square waiting for the ball to drop with her old friends and a bunch of screaming loons who were trying to get a cameo
The next day . . . Two hours before their flight was to leave, Ava was finally able to pinpoint Lillian’s whereabouts thanks to the concierge. She was downstairs at the bar in the Doubletree Hilton having lunch. Ava crossed the threshold of the bar room and stopped to look around. She spotted her sitting at the bar sipping what looked like a martini. Ava began to approach her. Lillian turned just before she got to her. “Well, well,” Lillian said, mocking being impressed. “Look who has new fancy duds.” They weren’t knew. Her mother had brought them from New York for her to wear if she needed them. Ava’s hair was pulled back tight in a butterfly clip. Her makeup was sharply edged around the eyes and she wore fire engine red lipstick. She wore a black leather skirt and Louis Vuitton red bottom heels with a black silk blouse. A chinchilla jacket hung around her shoulders. “I hope you’re happy. It appears that you are.”
“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?” her mother asked as she and Ava walked into her hotel room at the Doubletree Hilton in Helena. The room’s décor was all white for the exception of the dresser, bed backboard, and table. It was pretty plain for a hotel room by Hilton but Helena wasn’t the bustling metropolis New York was. Ava had the room all to herself. Her mother and father had separate rooms. “I believe so. I’m just curious about something,” Ava said as she sat on the bed. “How did you and Daddy find me? I’ve been missing for half a year.” “Oh, your father hired multiple private investigators. This last one had gotten a lead but what really sped things along was Lillian Steele.” “What!’ Ava shouted. Her shouting startled her mother, making her jump a little. “Sorry. Lillian told you and Daddy where I was? How does she know you two?” “She doesn’t. Through some P.I. work of her own, s
Ray and Ava were silent for at least a minute before one of them spoke.“You okay?” Ray asked as kept standing close to the doorway.“Physically, yes. The other part feels a bit disoriented. Just thirty minutes ago, we were coming from the movies, having a good time and the next minute - wham. Not only does my past come rushing back to me, it’s in the driveway. Ray, I . . . it just all clicked when I laid eyes on Daddy. My therapist warned me it could happen – all my memories coming back all of sudden but . . .”“You didn’t think it would actually happen that way,” Ray finished for her.“Yes.” Ava took a deep breath. She looked up at her love. Wait. Did she still love him? Now that she was whole – mentally, she wasn’t sure. Ray Steele wasn’t her type – usually. He was rich but he was much older than her and his lifestyle wasn’t what she was accustomed to for herself or in a man she dated. Then another thought struck her. “Oh my god, I got money.”“Yeah, that’s obvious.”“N
Lillian Steele had provided more information to Lester and Whitney on the Steele family on the way to the Hilton in Helena. They were one of the richest families in Montana – billionaire status in their own right. They just lived . . . they way that they do. It was strange to Lester but nonetheless he was going to address the patriarch like an equal. He wasn’t inclined to disrespect the man on his own property an in front of his family unless it was absolutely necessary. The Steele family watched Whitney guide Ava to the back of the house. Ava looked over her shoulder at them. Lester raised his hand to her, waving, letting her know everything was going to be all right. He turned his attention back to the Steeles. “Which one of you gentlemen is Raymond Steele?” “I am,” the tallest of the bunch said. “I’m Lester Bartholomew. And as I’m sure you have figured out by now I’m Ava’s father. And that was her mother, Whitney Bartholom