Borrowed Time

"A party?" I asked with a sinking feeling.

"Don't look so devastated, Ann. It's meant to be fun," said Luna, my much-more-extraverted coworker. "It's the perfect thing to get you out and about a little more. You know, away from the hallowed grounds of the library."

I hastily interjected, "But the hostess doesn't know me. Or, at least, I don't know her. She might not want an extra guest, especially for a house party." I figured my reasoning was pretty sound. If I somehow lost my mind and decided to host a house party (in my tiny cottage), I certainly wouldn't want any additional guests.

Luna smiled smugly. "I thought you might say something like that. Look: here's your very own invitation." She pulled an envelope out of her fringed denim purse.

I slowly opened it. Sure enough, there was a colorful invitation inside with my own name on it. Grace Armstrong was the hostess and she was having a house party on the lake. The leaves were almost at their peak, and certainly would be this weekend, which was likely why she'd chosen this particular date.

"See?" asked Luna. "No excuses, Ann. It'll be a blast. My cousin Roz will be there, too. You know Roz."

I nodded. Roz visited the library to see Luna sometimes and was always outgoing and seemed fun to be around. I was slowly warming up to the idea, although it wasn't exactly what I'd planned for the upcoming weekend. Those plans had involved time with Fitz the library cat on my sofa at home with a good book, some red wine, and possibly a little Chinese takeout if I was feeling wild.

"So you'll go?" said Luna, grinning. "Awesome. We can go out on the boat some, do some swimming in the pool. Apparently, she even has some sort of a games room. We need to just have a good time, relax, and purge the whole work thing out of our heads for at least 24 hours. And the best thing of all is that if my mom needs anything, I'm still right here in town. So it's a getaway without really being a getaway."

Luna lived with her mother, Mona, who'd had knee surgery and a few health setbacks. As far as I could tell, she seemed healthy and vigorous, but Luna felt better when she kept an eye on her.

I scowled at the invitation. "This says the party is tomorrow."

Luna grinned at me. "I just might have held onto the invitation for a few days so you wouldn't have as much time to come up with an excuse not to come."

"But the hostess needed to get an RSVP from me," I said, my brow wrinkling. "She has food and rooms to prepare. Heads to count."

"I already told her you could come," said Luna, completely without remorse. "I knew you would. If anybody needs a break, it's you." She glanced at her watch. "Better run! Time to get ready for storytime."

I watched as Luna hurried off, pink hair, today in pigtails, bouncing behind her. As if aware of my thoughts, Fitz the library cat jumped up on the library circulation desk in front of me, sprawling onto his back so he could look at my face with concern. Absently, I rubbed him. "It'll be okay, Fitz. It's just a house party with a bunch of people I don't know. What could possibly go wrong?"

Fitz purred sympathetically. He understood I usually sought out more low-key entertainment . . . the aforementioned book, cat, and sofa time. But Luna was right in that I needed a break from the library. And Roz was a nice person. The weather was great, and the leaves were at their peak of bright beauty. I was starting to be glad Luna had talked me into it.

I glanced up as someone walked through the library's automatic doors and then raised my eyebrows when I spotted Roz, a tall woman with brown hair and a big smile. This had all the hallmarks of a classic Luna ambush . . . she'd called in reinforcements to convince me to go to the party in case I'd balked.

Roz smiled at me and came right on over to the circulation desk. She was a regular patron here, and not just because her cousin worked here. Her eyes twinkled at me and she said, "I suddenly have the feeling you know why I'm here."

"And it's not to pick up books you have on hold," I said with a laugh.

"Luna's already spoken to you then, I guess. Don't hold it against her . . . it's really a compliment that she's so determined you come along to this party. Are you going to be able to make it?" Roz reached over and gently scratched Fitz under his chin and he purred his appreciation.

"I wouldn't dare not to. But could you tell me one thing? I didn't have much of a chance to ask Luna about the party before she had to run off and set up for storytime. She's not planning on setting me up with anybody there, is she?"

I hated being suspicious, but if there was one thing I knew, it was that everyone liked seeing people matched up in perfect pairs like animals on Noah's ark. There'd been many well-meaning patrons and friends who'd set me up on a variety of absolutely awful blind dates. They had my best interests at heart, but the dates never seemed to work out.

Roz chuckled. "You must have been burned a lot with impromptu set-ups. Nope, there is no potential love interest coming to this party. But you might make some friends-it's a great group of people. There's only one that I'm not crazy about."

Contrarily, she'd piqued my interest. "But you usually like just about everyone." It was true. She always struck up conversations with complete strangers at the library and was good to join even our most random library events to meet different people.

Roz grinned at me. "You're right, I do. But this guy has seriously gotten on my nerves recently. He's dating my best friend, Kelly, and they make an awful match."

"Have they been dating for long?"

Roz rolled her eyes. "Far too long, if you ask me. It's been one of those on-again, off-again romances for ages. Scott will do or say something totally thoughtless and Kelly will be furious. She'll break up with him and I'll take us both out for ice cream to celebrate. Then he'll call, all remorseful and penitent, and the next thing I know, they're back together again. That relationship is the pits."

"Why does she put up with it, then?" I asked curiously. It was tales like this one that sometimes made me glad I was single.

Roz said, "Good question. Kelly is smart and successful and good-looking and definitely doesn't need to deal with his crazy behavior. But, much as I hate to admit it, they do seem to have a lot in common. They both enjoy reading, so you'll have seen them in here. They read everything-they don't seem to have a favorite genre."

"I'm sure I'll probably remember them when I see them," I said. Sometimes patrons were friendly and would interact with the library staff and sometimes they were just running in the library to pick up a book we'd placed on hold for them. Then they'd check out their book themselves and hurry out. There were plenty of regular patrons I had only fleeting impressions of.

Roz scratched Fitz under his chin and he appeared to be in heaven. She said, "Are you super busy right now? I can fill you in on the crowd who's coming. I bet Luna didn't do that."

"No, it's pretty quiet here now and I'd love to hear more about the party." I would, actually, since it would make me feel more comfortable about being there. And Luna either hadn't had much information about the guests, or didn't think to share it if she did.

Roz settled in, lounging against the circulation desk. "Good, because Luna is probably sick of hearing me go on about the Kelly and Scott situation and it's not as if I can talk about it with Kelly, you know? Anyway, they do have stuff in common. They like to go on walks. They like classic films. They love to read. Scott's very intellectual and went to one of the Ivy League schools and Kelly says they always have great conversations. But they also fight like cats and dogs."

I said thoughtfully, "I wonder if the hostess knows the type of relationship they have. It could make for a lot of drama for a house party, especially if they blow up at each other a lot."

Roz said, "That's what I was thinking. So, the woman hosting the party is Grace Armstrong. I've known all these folks for a while . . . we went to high school at the same time. Grace moved away for a while, married some rich guy, and then he had a sort of tragic death."

He must have been pretty young. "An accident of some kind?"

"I think so, but I really don't remember. Anyway, Grace inherited all his assets and then decided not too long ago to move back home to be near her parents, who still live here. She said she missed the mountains, too. She rented a place locally while she was having this new house built. This weekend is sort of serving as a housewarming party for her, too."

I made a mental note of this since Luna had neglected to tell me. Without knowing Grace at all, I figured the housewarming gift I brought would most likely be the usual bottle of wine. I mentally rearranged my budget and then rearranged it back. Unless Grace was a wine connoisseur, a mid-range bottle of wine should work just fine.

Roz continued, "Grace wanted the chance to reconnect with some of the folks she'd known back in the day. Since we'd all hung out together in high school, I'm thinking she just lumped us all together and made the...