Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 2 (13 page)

“Bobby!” Teri sounded excited to hear from him. “Did you talk to James about my sister?”

“Where's your angel necklace?” he asked, ignoring her question.

“Oh, Bobby, for Pete's sake, I'm wearing it.” She muttered something he couldn't understand. He could hear some rustling and then she gasped. “Bobby! I seem to have lost it. I can't believe I'd misplace that. I distinctly remember putting it on….”

“This morning?”

“Yes, right after I got out of the shower. I wear it quite often. Did you find it? Is that why you're calling?”

The chill he'd experienced earlier became an icy blast that froze his blood. Bobby understood the message. Vladimir had expected him in Los Angeles, and Bobby's efforts to thwart him hadn't gone unnoticed. This was his way of telling Bobby that he could get to Teri whenever he wanted.

“Bobby, you're not answering me.”

He couldn't. Instead he passed the phone to James. The only option he had was to await further instructions. When the time came, he would do what was asked of him, even if it meant walking away a loser.

L
innette McAfee's eyes stung as she pulled away from her parents' home on Harbor Street. The farewell with her sister, Gloria, earlier in the afternoon had been just as hard. They'd all kept her with them as long as they could. Her mother, especially, didn't want her to leave Cedar Cove, but in the end had accepted Linnette's decision. It might be an unreasonable one, but it was hers to make.

Linnette had listened to all of her family's arguments and she understood what they'd explained over and over again. Okay, so she was running away. Okay, so leaving town wouldn't work, wouldn't solve her problems. She didn't care.

Linnette didn't know anything about Will Jefferson other than that he was Charlotte Rhodes's son and Olivia Griffin's brother. Will had sublet her apartment and she'd felt like kissing him in gratitude. Even if he hadn't taken over her lease, she would've left Cedar Cove. His opportune appearance meant she wouldn't lose a chunk of her savings paying rent on a place she wasn't living in.

What particularly distressed her parents was Linnette's lack of a destination. She'd drive until she was tired of driving, tired of being on the road. As her mother had repeatedly pointed out, this was the most irresponsible action of her life.

Linnette agreed. But the thing no one seemed to grasp was how
freeing
that felt, how liberating it was not to answer to anyone. All her life she'd been Ms. Responsibility. She'd gone directly from high school into college and then into the physician assistant program. From the age of five, all she'd done was study and work. No big vacations, no time off for good grades—or good behavior. Nothing.

Beyond anything else, the painful breakup with Cal had taught her that this would continue to be her lot in life unless she did something drastic. So she had.

As Linnette entered Highway 16 past Olalla, her cell phone rang. Normally she wouldn't have answered. She knew it was dangerous to drive and chat on her cell. At any other time she would've let voice mail catch the call. Not this afternoon.

“Hi. This is Linnette,” she sang out, doing her utmost to sound completely happy and carefree. She wasn't, but there was a lot to be said for pretending.

“Linnette? You really did it, didn't you?”

“Mack?” Of all people, she thought her brother would understand. He hadn't been able to attend the farewell dinner at her parents' because of training obligations and she was pleased to hear from him.

“I just got off the phone with Mom,” he said.

“Was she still bemoaning my decision?”

“Oh, yes.” He gave a wry chuckle. “You said you were packing up and heading out, but I didn't really believe you'd do it.”

That was another problem. No one took her seriously. Even her family and close friends hadn't believed she'd actually follow through. She knew why, too. Linnette McAfee had always been so darned conscientious and dependable. So goody-goody, so…predictable.

“Yup, I'm out of here,” she said, forcing a note of glee into her voice.

There was a short silence. “Mom says you don't know where you're going.”

“I don't. I figure I'll know when I get there.”

“That isn't like you.”

“Which is exactly my point.”

“This sounds more like something I'd do.”

“Yes, it does.” She'd always envied her brother his individuality and his courage. He'd been a nonconformist from the time he was in grade school. For years there'd been trouble between Mack and their dad; only recently had father and son come to a mutual understanding. Linnette, for one, was relieved that they'd worked things out.

“Stop by and see me, will you?” Mack suggested. “I'd like to talk to you before you leave.”

“I thought you were at the Fire Training Academy in North Bend,” she said.

“This was our last day. Let's celebrate—I'll treat you to dinner.”

Mack treat her? That was a laugh. Her brother was constantly broke. Besides, she wasn't even ten miles out of Cedar Cove and already her family was weighing her down, pulling her back. “I…I don't think so.”

“Why not?” Mack demanded. “You weren't on any schedule.”

“No, but…”

“Then what's the problem?”

Linnette sighed. “All right, I'll meet you—on one condition.”

“I'm serious, I'll buy,” her brother insisted. “Then you'll owe me.”

“Mack, if you say a single word about me leaving Cedar Cove or bring up Cal and Vicki, I swear to you I'll walk out of the restaurant. Now, where should I meet you?” Since he'd offered to pay, he'd probably choose a fast-food joint.

“I promise not to say a single word about the impulsive nature of your decision.”

“Fine.” After a few minutes of discussion they decided to meet at a Chinese restaurant in old downtown Issaquah. Neither had dined there before, but Mack had heard good things about the food, which was said to be plentiful and cheap.
Cheap
being the operative word in this case.

Mack was sitting in a booth, sipping tea, when Linnette arrived. He saluted her with the cup when she entered. She looked forward to spending a couple of hours with her brother, but she meant what she'd said earlier. One word about her decision or Cal and she'd walk out.

Mack looked good, she had to admit. Better than just about any time in the past few years. He seemed genuinely happy, and she suspected that he'd finally found his real calling. After she'd studied the menu and they'd ordered, Mack told her about his training.

“You're qualified to be a real fireman now?” she asked.

“So they tell me.”

Her brother had held any number of jobs through the years. He'd delivered mail, worked for a moving company, been an apartment manager, a bouncer and at one time, a painter.

“Do you have a line on a job?” she asked.

Mack smiled a bit sheepishly. “Dad told me there's another opening in Cedar Cove.”

“Do you seriously want to be that close to Mom and Dad?” Although Mack and their father seemed to get along now, Linnette wasn't convinced that living in such close vicinity was a smart idea.

“I don't know,” her brother told her. “I'm putting in my application there and another in Lake Stevens and a third in Spokane.”

Spokane was on the other side of the state, which meant that both Linnette and her brother would no longer live near their parents.

“That'll be good for Gloria, don't you think?” Linnette said. The situation in their family was an unusual one. Since Gloria had grown up with adoptive parents, she didn't have the same childhood experiences Linnette and Mack did, or the same memories; in effect, she'd been a stranger to them. The fact that Linnette was already friends with Gloria had only added to the sense of unreality. So much had happened in the past two years and now, with Cal, it all felt overwhelming.

“Gloria's going to miss you, though.”

“I'm going to miss her, Mack. And Mom and Dad. And you…”

“You're going to do just fine,” he told her.

“I know that.” She hadn't intended to be so defiant. “I'm going to be more than fine. I'm going to be
great.
”

“You bet.”

“I sound a lot like my brother, don't I?” she teased.

“More power to you.”

“Power to the people!” she chanted.

Mack nearly choked on his tea and soon Linnette was laughing, too. This brother-sister bantering was exactly what she'd needed after the emotional farewell scene with her parents.

Mack set down his chopsticks and pushed away his plate of Szechuan chicken. “I had a reason for wanting to see you before you left. Besides wishing you well, of course.”

Linnette stopped him with one raised hand. “I meant what I said earlier, Mack. If this has anything to do with Cal, then save your breath.”

“It doesn't.” He inhaled and paused for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. “Listen, I just want you to know that if you ever need help, you can call me.”

“That's really nice, Mack….”

“I'm serious, Linnette. Don't brush me off, all right? There might come a time when you're low on cash and you don't want to contact Mom and Dad.”

Linnette almost laughed. For most of his adult life, Mack had lived hand to mouth. The fact that he was paying for their meal surprised her, especially since he was currently unemployed.

“I appreciate the offer, but, Mack, I wouldn't want you to take out a loan on my behalf.”

“It wouldn't be a loan.”

“You have money?” She couldn't help sounding flippant; everyone knew Mack lived one step above poverty level.

“I have enough,” he said with a shrug. “If you need anything, you call me.”

“What if I need more than fifty dollars?”

“Linnette, would you stop it?”

“You have more than fifty dollars you can spare?”

He nodded.

“More than a hundred?”

Again he nodded.

“
Two
hundred?” This was fascinating information.

“More than a thousand,” he said.

Linnette pressed her palms against the table and leaned forward. “This is a joke, right?”

He shook his head. “All I'm saying is that I can help you if you need it.”

She eyed her brother, still unable to believe he'd managed to hang on to a thousand dollars.
Mack?
“How much?”

“Money?” he asked unnecessarily. “Why do you want to know?”

She gestured weakly. “Satisfy my curiosity.”

“I have enough to provide you with a buffer if necessary,” was all he seemed willing to tell her. “The transmission on your car could go out in some podunk town and I don't want you stressed out about how you'd pay to get it repaired. Call me and I'll take care of it for you.”

“That'd probably cost more than a thousand bucks.” She had no idea how much money he had, but it couldn't be
that
much. If Mack had won the lottery she would've heard about it. And surely he wouldn't be driving that rattletrap truck if he had any other option.

“You're not going to rest until you wrangle it out of me, are you?” Mack said, shaking his head.

“You're right.”

He exhaled a sigh. “It's close to six figures.”

“Get out of here!”

“I'm not joking, Linnette.”

Maybe he
had
won the lottery and somehow kept it a secret. “How…when?” She narrowed her eyes. “You're not a day trader, are you?”

“Hardly,” he scoffed.

“Then how did you come by that kind of money? Hey—” she said suddenly. “Did you receive an inheritance and I wasn't in the will? Grandma McAfee always did like you best.”

Mack laughed outright at that. “What's the matter, don't you think I could've earned it?”

“Frankly, no.”

He waggled his finger at her. “Oh, ye of little faith. Anyway, you're wrong. I bought a broken-down house, spent every penny I could scrounge to fix it up and sold it for a nice profit.”

“When?”

“About two years ago.”

Linnette remembered that house. It'd been a real dump, and at the time she'd assumed he was renting.

“There, are you satisfied?”

She smiled and shook her head. “You're really something.”

Mack returned her grin with one of his own. “I'll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one.” Linnette settled back against the booth and looked at her brother with fresh eyes. Not only had he held on to his money, he'd kept quiet about it until now. “I'm proud of you, Mack.”

“Because of the money?”

“Yes, but there's more to it. Despite all the arguments we got into while we were growing up, you care about me, don't you?”

Her words seemed to astonish him. “Of course I do! You're my big sister.”

“Your big sister who's about to start a brand-new life,” she told him.

“Do it with confidence, Linnette. Don't forget, you've got a safety net with me.”

Everyone in her family had fought her on this decision. Everyone except Mack. He understood her reasons and had offered unexpected sympathy—and help.

He was everything a brother should be.

T
he morning hadn't begun well for Grace Harding. She'd awakened late after a fitful night and then had to rush about the house, making coffee, collecting her books and papers, preparing for work. Cliff hadn't been the least bit helpful and had wanted her to stay in bed. His timing couldn't have been worse; she had to be at the library by nine, since she was opening for the day. She scurried about the bedroom, dressing as fast as she could, and all the while Cliff made a point of telling her that she didn't need to work. In fact, he'd like her to consider retiring.

Of course she needed to work! Grace was the head librarian, and she loved her job. She'd reminded Cliff of that on her way out the door and was almost at the library before she remembered that she'd left the house without kissing him goodbye.

Now the morning was half gone and that sense of urgency had yet to leave her. She felt disoriented and disorganized; when she arrived in Bremerton for a meeting with the selector, the librarian who ordered new books, she discovered she'd forgotten that set of notes at home. The meeting ended up being a waste of time, and it was her fault.

When Grace returned to the Cedar Cove branch, she had to admit she was giving Cliff's suggestion that she retire due consideration. One way or another, she'd been working her entire adult life. After the girls were born, she'd taken night classes at Olympic Community College. Later she'd transferred to the University of Washington for her library science degree. Upon graduation she'd been fortunate enough to be hired by the local library.

Those early years had been good for her and Dan. He'd helped with the children and given her his support as she went back to school. Despite their financial constraints and the problems that haunted Dan, Grace knew he loved her as much as he could love anyone. It was once Maryellen and Kelly started school and grew older that his dark moods became intolerable. They hung over their marriage and family life and had grown progressively worse until the end, just before he'd disappeared.

It was difficult to think about her marriage to Dan and not feel a sense of grief and loss. Grace didn't understand why he was lingering in her mind on such a busy day.

“Grace.” Loretta, another librarian, stepped into her office. “There's a gentleman out front who'd like to see you.”

“Did he give you his name?”

“No, he said he's an old family friend. He came to apply for a library card.”

In that instant Grace knew it could only be Will Jefferson.

“He seems friendly,” Loretta added.

It was inevitable, Grace supposed, that she'd see Will again; it was going to happen sooner or later. Squaring her shoulders, she followed Loretta out of the office.

Sure enough, Will Jefferson leaned indolently against the counter, as though he had all the time in the world. When he saw Grace, he smiled and straightened.

Olivia's older brother had been a strikingly handsome young man, and the years hadn't changed that. He still had a rakish, self-assured air. As a teenager, Grace had the biggest crush on Will. Back then, he barely knew she was alive, which was probably why she'd been so flattered when he'd shown interest in her after Dan's death.

“Grace.” Will bestowed on her the warmest of smiles. “You look wonderful, as usual.”

He was smooth, always had been. “Hello, Will. So you're here to apply for a library card?” She wasn't going to exchange pleasantries with him, nor was she willing to make him feel welcome. If he wanted a library card, he could get one without her assistance.

“I wasn't sure if you knew I was in town,” Will continued, obviously undaunted by her curtness.

“I heard about it.”

“I assume Olivia told you.”

Grace didn't respond. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is,” Will said with all the charm at his disposal. “How about having lunch with me? We've got a few things to discuss and it would be good if we cleared the air.”

This was exactly what Grace could never allow. “I don't think so. In case you've forgotten, I'm married.”

Will frowned. “I'm not asking you to lunch as a date or to upset your husband. It just seems that if the two of us are going to be living in the same town, it might be best to talk about what happened. I know you have regrets and for that matter, so do I.”

He sounded sincere and for a moment Grace wavered.

“Cliff isn't the jealous type, is he?”

“Of course not,” she said, refusing to let him imply that Cliff was possessive and unreasonable. “But I have nothing to say to you. Your sister's my best friend and other than that, we have nothing in common.”

“All right,” Will murmured. “I can accept that.” He seemed disappointed. “By the way, I've rented an apartment on the cove, near Waterfront Park.”

Somehow she wasn't surprised to learn that he'd be living five minutes from the library.

“I've always been a voracious reader,” he said.

In other words, he was informing her that he planned to be a frequent visitor to the library. Great. Just great.

“Let me know if there's anything you need,” she muttered, “and I'll have someone on staff see to it.” She wanted it understood that she wouldn't be at his beck and call whenever he decided to check out a book.

It felt satisfying to show Will Jefferson that she was completely over him, and had been for a long time. Unintentionally, he'd taught her some valuable lessons about herself. Painful lessons. Furthermore, she wasn't going to risk her marriage over him, and the sooner he realized that, the better.

“Nice to see you again, Will,” she said casually. “I hope you'll make good use of the library.”

“I plan to do exactly that,” he told her in a low voice. He stood there as if he had more to say.

Unwilling to listen, Grace turned away from the front desk and hurried back to her office. She discovered that her hands were trembling from the encounter. To make matters worse, Cliff still didn't know that Will had moved to Cedar Cove. She hadn't meant to keep it a secret; it was just that the subject of Will Jefferson was such an uncomfortable one between them.

That evening, Grace met Olivia for their weekly aerobics class. Afterward, her friend, who knew her so well, almost immediately asked what was wrong.

“Why do you think something's wrong?” Grace didn't look at her as she changed out of her workout clothes. They stood beside each other in the locker room, ignoring the other women around them. Grace bent down to untie her shoe.

“For starters, you didn't complain once during class.”

“I never complain,” Grace said righteously.

“You're joking, aren't you? From the second we get here, you tell me there's got to be a better way to stay in shape. And when we're out on the floor, you huff and puff as if you're about to keel over.”

Grace straightened, hands on her hips. “I most certainly do not!”

“Do, too.”

Grace couldn't keep from smiling. “We sound like we're in junior high.”

“Do not.”

They both laughed and headed toward the parking lot. “Cliff wants me to retire,” Grace said as they walked.

“Retire,” Olivia echoed. “You're far too young for that.”

“It isn't about age.”

Olivia stopped beside her car and gave her a questioning glance.

“Cliff would like to travel and he wants me to join him,” Grace went on.

Olivia nodded, opened her door and tossed in her gym bag. “Isn't this kind of sudden?”

“Not really.”

Olivia paused. “This doesn't have anything to do with Will, does it?”

“Funny you should mention your brother,” Grace said, unlocking her own vehicle. “He stopped by the library this morning.”

Olivia's mouth instantly tightened. “And what did he want?”

“A library card. Or so he said.” Grace leaned against the side of her vehicle. “Apparently he needed my help, because he asked to talk to me personally.”

Olivia folded her arms. “I'll bet he did.”

“Then he invited me to lunch—supposedly to talk over what happened between us. I declined. I pointed out that I'm married now.”

“He already knows,” Olivia muttered.

“I said in no uncertain terms that I don't have any interest in renewing our relationship.” Grace enjoyed telling her this part.

“Good.” Olivia nodded encouragingly.

Grace felt pleased by her response, but she was still worried about Will and what he might do. “I don't think my being married concerns him.”

“Why should it?” Olivia said in disgust. “His own marriage vows apparently didn't mean very much. According to Georgia, my brother routinely had affairs. I don't get why she put up with it for as long as she did.”

Knowing she'd nearly been one of those affairs distressed Grace and embarrassed her. What a fool she'd been. How easily she'd overlooked behavior she'd known to be wrong. She'd so badly wanted to believe Will that she'd ignored every principle she'd been raised to uphold.

“He informed me that he plans to be a frequent visitor to the library,” Grace continued.

“He didn't!” Olivia sputtered.

“I said that if he needed anything to let me know,” Grace added, enjoying the look of confusion that crossed her friend's face.

“You didn't!”

“I did,” Grace said, “and then I told him I'd be happy to have someone else see to it.”

A slow smile came to Olivia. “I'm ready for some pie and coffee now.”

“Me, too.”

They met five minutes later at the Pancake Palace. Goldie saw them pull into the parking lot and by the time they entered the restaurant she had their coffee poured.

“Coconut cream?” she asked when Grace and Olivia walked in and sat down at their favorite booth.

They both nodded.

“What's it gonna to take to convince you to try something other than coconut?” She didn't wait for a response and, shaking her bleached-blond head, returned to the kitchen.

“I notice you sidestepped my question,” Olivia said, dropping her car keys in the side pocket of her purse. “Is this talk of retirement connected to my brother's visit?”

Grace mulled over the question, a little startled by Olivia's suggestion.

“You mentioned retiring and then, in practically the same breath, you said that Will was at the library.”

Had she? Perhaps those two things
were
linked and she hadn't recognized it. The idea that she might consider retirement simply to avoid Will gave her pause.

No, she wasn't that weak or cowardly. No, she would not let him interfere with her life, would not grant him that power.

Olivia reached for her coffee. “Will has a great deal to answer for,” she said grimly.

“This has nothing to do with him,” Grace insisted and she realized it was true.

Fortunately their pie was served just then, which signaled a change of subject.

“Mmm.” Olivia savored a forkful, closing her eyes. “How'd Maryellen take the news, by the way?”

“What news?” Grace asked, glancing up from her own pie.

“You didn't read the newspaper this morning? The Harbor Street Gallery is closing the first of October.”

“Oh, no.” If she hadn't been in such a rush this morning, Grace would've had a chance to look at the paper. “I'd heard rumors, but I'd hoped it wouldn't come to that.”

Olivia nodded.

“I'll call her tomorrow and tell you what she says.” This would be a major disappointment to both her daughter and son-in-law. Maryellen had been instrumental in the success of the gallery and Jon still sold some of his work there.

Grace wished Maryellen had the time, energy and financial resources to buy the gallery herself. But right now, that possibility was completely out of reach.