“Stop it!”

“Shut up. The trucks are almost here.” Sugar Beth pulled her toward the door.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Even though Sugar Beth was taller, Winnie must have been working out because she was strong as an ox, and she started to break away. Sugar Beth used a neat trick she’d learned from Cy Zagurski and dragged her into the hallway.

“Ouch! That hurts. You’re twisting my arm off.”

Sugar Beth began maneuvering her down the steps. “Play nice, and I won’t break it.”

“Quit it!”

“Save your breath.”

They were nearly at the bottom when she made the mistake of easing the pressure. Winnie immediately tried to bolt back up the stairs, but she’d breathed in just enough smoke to slow her reflexes, and Sugar Beth put her in another choke hold. “Quit being an idiot!”

“Let me go!”

She wasn’t certain how much longer she could have held on to her if the first fire truck hadn’t pulled up in front of the store just then. Winnie saw it, too, and finally stopped struggling. Through the broken door, Sugar Beth watched people getting out of their cars and realized a small crowd had begun to form.

She also realized she’d just been handed a golden opportunity. Granted, it was the kind of opportunity a more honorable person would resist. Colin, for example, wouldn’t think of it. Neither would Ryan, and certainly not Winnie. But the fire didn’t seem too serious, and none of those stuffed shirts had Sugar Beth Carey’s particular gift for enjoying the moment.

The firefighters jumped from the truck and rushed toward the broken door, but before they could get there, Sugar Beth stuck out her foot and tripped Winnie. Since she was a naturally considerate person, she made sure she caught her before she fell into the broken glass.

“I’ve got her!” she called out to the pair of firemen who’d just broken into the store. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to carry her all the way down the stairs-she weighs a ton-but the Good Lord was watching over both of us.”

“What do you think-”

She plastered her hand across Winnie’s mouth. “Don’t try to talk, honey. It’ll make you cough again.” She waved the fireman toward the stairs. “She’s fine. I’ll get her outside.”

One of them began to break away to come to her aid, so she took her hand off Winnie’s mouth just long enough for her to start to sputter again. “See! She’s breathing fine. But it’s a mess up there.”

He joined the others, and as they stormed past, Sugar Beth dragged Winnie out onto the sidewalk, not an easy task, since Winnie was fighting mad. “You’re going to be okay now, honey,” Sugar Beth announced just loudly enough for the small group of onlookers to hear. “I’d have died myself before I left you up there to burn. And I’m no heroine, so don’t you dare thank me again.”

The EMTs rushed up and grabbed Winnie, which was a good thing, because she was starting to bite. Sugar Beth hurriedly backed away. Dulane Cowie, who looked a lot better in a cop’s uniform than he’d looked picking his nose in fourth-period study hall, rushed up to her.

“Sugar Beth? Did you carry Winnie out by yourself?”

“It’s amazing what you can do when a person’s life is at stake,” she said modestly.

Winnie had begun arguing with the EMTs, and a woman Sugar Beth recognized as an older, chubbier version of Laverne Renke waved from just behind the police line. “Hey, Sugar Beth, what happened in there?”

“Hey, Laverne. I saw smoke when I was leaving the bookstore and ran over to see if I could help. Winnie was being so brave trying to fight the fire by herself. I’m just glad I was around to help.”

“I’ll say,” Laverne replied. “It looked like she was unconscious when you carried her out.”

Winnie heard that, and she stuck her head around the EMT to shoot Sugar Beth a furious glare.

“Probably just breathed a little too much smoke,” Sugar Beth said quickly.

Dulane gazed toward the second story. “She was lucky you were there.”

“Anybody would have done the same thing.”

The EMTs still had Winnie, and the smoke had begun to clear from the upstairs window. Sugar Beth watched along with the crowd. Before long, one of the firemen emerged and headed toward Winnie. Sugar Beth decided this was an excellent time to make herself scarce, but just as she began to head to her car, a tan BMW screeched to a stop behind the fire trucks and Ryan leaped out, barefoot and dressed in jeans and a gray T-shirt.

He ran for Winnie and pulled her to his chest. Since they were barely eight feet away, Sugar Beth could hear every word. “Are you all right?” he said.

“Yes, I-I was frying chicken-Charise has been sick, and… The phone distracted me. The oil got too hot. It was stupid.”

“I’m so sorry.” The emotion in his voice made Sugar Beth suspect he might be talking about something more than the fire. She’d seen a lot of men in love, and Ryan fit right in.

She lost the thread of conversation for a few minutes as she convinced another EMT that she hadn’t suffered any harm. When she finally got rid of him, she saw Ryan push a lock of hair from Winnie’s grimy cheek and search her face. “What I said yesterday… I didn’t mean any of it.”

Winnie gave a wobbly nod.

A young fireman Sugar Beth didn’t recognize came forward. “You’ve got a lot of smoke damage, Mrs. Galantine, but it could have been worse.” He turned to Ryan and indicated Sugar Beth with his thumb. “It’s a good thing the lady over there showed up. She carried Mrs. Galantine downstairs. Your wife could have been seriously hurt.”

Winnie had temporarily forgotten about Sugar Beth, but the fireman’s praise brought it all back, and her eyebrows slammed together. Ryan spun around. “Sugar Beth?”

Winnie opened her mouth, all ready to blast her, only to have Ryan pull her to his chest again. “My God… Are you sure you’re all right?” He seemed to be having a hard time breathing. “You have to come home now. It’s over, Winnie. You don’t have any choice.”

He didn’t gloat, and he wasn’t even the tiniest bit smug, but Sugar Beth could see Winnie withdrawing. Looking deeply unhappy, she took a small step backward and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with sooty fingers. “Not yet. Not until we’re both sure.”

“I’m sure,” Ryan said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“I’m glad for you.” Winnie reached out and touched his cheek tenderly. “A little longer.”

Even from where she was standing, Sugar Beth could feel Winnie’s love for him, but Ryan didn’t seem as perceptive. Instead of relaxing and giving her the room she needed like any person with half a brain would do, he continued to press. “You have to come home. You don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Winnie got all starchy, and Sugar Beth found herself thinking that even the best of men could be stupider than dirt.

“I’ll stay at the Inn,” she said.

“Aaron’s hosting the chamber of commerce conference right now, remember? Everything’s been booked for weeks.”

“I’d forgotten.” Winnie began to look cornered. “I’ll-I’ll work something out.”

“You can work it out later. In the meantime, I want you to come home.”

“Ryan, please…”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“If I come home now, we’ll never get fixed!” she cried.

“We aren’t broken,” he insisted. “Not anymore.”

“We’re still damaged,” she said more quietly. “And we need to make it right.”

But he wouldn’t back down. “Just for tonight, then.”

Winnie looked like an animal caught in a trap, and the same impulse that had made Sugar Beth trip her now suggested she do something else entirely, something not nearly as much fun. Something not fun at all.

She ordered herself to walk away, but instead, she heard herself speak. “You could…” Shut up, you dummy. “You could… you know…” She started to cough and patted her chest. “Smoke.”

Don’t say another word. Not one more word. Just walk away.

Their impatient expressions made her feel like a child who’d interrupted the grown-ups’ important business. She pressed her hand to her throat. “You could… uh… stay with me, Winnie. Just for tonight… Tomorrow, maybe, if you have to, but… Not more than… Whatever, damn it!”

“With you!” Ryan laughed. “That’s a good one. Save your breath. Winnie is not going to stay with you.”

The bigger they were, the dumber they were.

“All right,” Winnie said slowly, her expression remote. “Yes, thank you. I will.”

Ryan looked as though somebody’d knocked him in the head with a two-by-four. “Are you out of your mind? That’s Sugar Beth!”

“I’m well aware of who it is.” And then, with a completely straight face: “She did save my life.”

Sugar Beth tried her best to look humble. “It was nothing.”

“Believe me, I’m the best judge of that,” Winnie said, tight-lipped.

Ryan gazed at them both, as if they’d lost their minds. “I don’t understand any of this.”

“You can come by as soon as you’re done here,” Sugar Beth said to Winnie. “I’m going home to hide the knives.”

An hour later, after Ryan had checked on Gigi to make sure she was still asleep, then downed a stiff drink, he called Colin and told him what had happened. “You’re sure they’re both safe?” Colin asked for the third time.

“From the fire, yes, but who knows about tonight. Go over and check on them, will you? I’m so upset with Winnie right now, I don’t trust myself to get near her.”

“Forget it. I’d do anything else for you, but as long as I know they’re safe, I’m not going near that house. They’ll have to work this out for themselves.”

“Sugar Beth doesn’t want to work anything out. This was pure spite on her part. She’s scheming to keep Winnie from coming home.”

Colin sincerely doubted that. At the same time, who knew what was going through her mind. “You say Sugar Beth saved Winnie’s life?”