She was staring at him, wonder filling her eyes. “You are my safe place, Adam. You always have been. I’ve never deserved you. But I’ve always loved you. My only love.” She brushed her thumb over his cheek. “I told you that first night at the hospital that I wished I’d said yes. You didn’t say anything. I thought that meant...” Her eyes flooded again. “I thought you didn’t feel the same.”
“You can make up for it by saying yes now.”
Her throat worked. “You still want to marry me?”
“Every day of my life, sweetheart.” He brushed her tangled hair away from her face. “I don’t have a ring at the moment to make this more official, but will you please, finally, marry me?”
She smiled through her tears.
And she said yes.
EPILOGUE
“Do you think she is ever going to let someone else hold him?”
Adam glanced over to where his parents were sitting on one side of Provisions. The restaurant might have been closed for their private dinner, but it was packed fuller than it had ever been, what with all of the guests arriving for the wedding that was being held the following afternoon.
And it was true. Now that Caroline Fortune finally had a grandbaby to hold in her arms, she didn’t look like she was going to let Larkin loose any time soon. Not even to Nelson Hudson, who’d been hovering around her for a while now. If he noticed the speculative looks he’d been receiving from Mariana, who was helping out on the serving crew that evening, he didn’t show it.
“I don’t know,” he murmured, pressing his lips against Laurel’s cheek. “I wouldn’t take bets on anything right now, since I never figured my father would step foot in Texas again or believed your dad would show up and give his blessing.”
“I guess it’s true that a grandbaby can move mountains.” Laurel smiled and rested her hand on his thigh. It was entirely distracting, that hand. Particularly when there wasn’t a thing he could do about it when they were surrounded by what seemed a hundred Fortune family members. He honestly couldn’t even say where they all were coming from. Their wedding guest list had somehow gotten completely out of control. Probably what they deserved, having left a lot of those details in the hands of Ashley, Megan and Nicole this past month.
The wedding itself was supposed to be a simple affair—to be held outside at the Fame and Fortune Ranch with a barbecue to follow as a reception. All Adam really cared about was having his family there. They had all come down from New York, even his brothers, Brady, Brian and Josh, and his sister, Arabella. And his dad seemed to be on good behavior for once.
Somehow, though, the affair was turning out to be a little larger than they’d anticipated. But Adam didn’t really care if the entire state of Texas showed up. He only cared that Laurel was finally going to be his wife.
He caught her hand as it drifted a little higher up his thigh. “Behave yourself,” he warned with a choked laugh.
She smiled angelically. “It’s so much more fun when I don’t.”
Heat was rising up his spine and he grabbed the cold beer sitting on the table in front of them. He’d perfected the IPA, finally. There’d even be enough for the wedding reception.
Along with the champagne, of course.
Nelson had arrived with a crate of Cristal. As if that were enough to make up for everything.
Laurel had just shrugged. Her father was her father. She’d invited him to their wedding, and he’d come.
It was enough.
“We can have fun tomorrow,” Adam promised.
Laurel’s eyes danced. They were having one night—their wedding night—on their own. Caroline and Gary would stay at the guest house to take care of Larkin. But then Adam and Laurel were picking up their son and taking him on their honeymoon with them.
Larkin was doing magnificently since his bone-marrow transplant two months ago, but it would be a long time before either one of them were ready to leave him for any length of time. Certainly not for the week that they’d be spending in Oregon.
Laurel wanted to paint the coastline.
Adam wanted to make love to his wife. And maybe to convince Ed Maxwell to share some of that porter of his with Provisions. At least until Adam’s brewery was truly up and running.
So far it was still a bunch of architectural drawings and dreams.
Laurel leaned against him and her glossy oak-barrel hair slid over his arm. “What’re you smiling about?”
He looked down into her aquamarine eyes. “Dreams.”
She lifted her eyebrows slightly.
“They do come true.” He slid his fingers through hers and lifted her hand to kiss it. “You and Larkin are all the proof I’ll ever need.”
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Prologue
The waitress carefully placed the two steaming cups of coffee on the table, setting one in front of each woman, then took a step back.
“Sure I can’t interest either one of you ladies in a sweet roll or a doughnut?” she asked, looking from one woman to the other. “They were just baked this morning, and I can personally testify that they’re absolutely heavenly.”
Cecilia Parnell knew her friend Ruth was eager to be alone with her so that she could tell her what was on her mind. Instinct told Cilia that this had nothing to do with the house-cleaning business she’d built from the ground up and now ran with the help of a small squadron of exceptionally competent workers.
“Perhaps later,” she told the waitress with a warm smile.
The waitress nodded. “I’ll check with you then,” she said and withdrew.
The moment she did, Ruth Bellamy sighed and leaned in over the small table. She had picked up a napkin even before the coffee had been brought to their table and she had begun working at it. She had quickly reduced the napkin into something resembling confetti.
When she spoke, Ruth’s voice quivered with emotion. “I’ve never thought of myself as one of those mothers.”
“One of those mothers?” Cilia questioned, waiting for her friend to elaborate, although she had a sneaking suspicion she knew what Ruth was trying to say and where this was all headed.
Ruth nodded, her fashionably styled silver-gray hair moving ever so slightly first against one cheek and then the other.
“The ones who interfere with their children’s lives. Not that Liz has been a child for a long time.” A bittersweet smile curved her lips as she recalled earlier times. “She wasn’t even one when she was a child.” Pride entered her voice. “She was the responsible one, always so serious, always so willing to shoulder responsibility—more than her share of responsibility,” Ruth qualified, looking both proud and embarrassed at the same time.
Ruth blinked back tears, the shredded napkin in her hands now utterly useless.
Without a word, Cilia
took a silk handkerchief—a recent gift from her daughter—out of her purse and handed it to Ruth. The latter took it and dried her eyes, then pressed the handkerchief back into Cilia’s hand.
“I don’t know what I would have done without her these last few years. She put her plans for college on hold without even telling me so that she could get a job and help me handle all those hospital and medical bills from Howard’s treatment.”
A sad smile curved the corners of the attractive widow’s lips. “You’d think there’d be some sort of an unspoken understanding that said that if the patient didn’t make it, the grieving family left behind was absolved from having to pay off the rest of the outstanding bills.” Ruth was doing her best not to cry again. “It’s only fair. I mean, they didn’t live up to their part of the bargain. They didn’t save him, so why should we...?”
She stopped abruptly, as if suddenly realizing what she was saying. Ruth flushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to carry on like this. I guess I’m still dealing with my own emotional fallout.” She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “I’m afraid I’m not ready to deal with Howard’s passing yet.”
Leaning over the table, Cilia put her hand over her friend’s, infinite comfort in the small gesture. “I understand, Ruth. Believe me, I understand. When I lost my husband, it felt as if I was the only one in the world who had gone through this kind of tragedy. I promise it’ll get easier. Not immediately, but slowly, bit by bit, it will. You won’t stop missing him, but it will get easier,” she told the other woman.
Ruth took in another long breath. “I didn’t ask you to meet me for coffee to come apart in front of you like this.”
Cilia smiled understandingly and did her best to sound encouraging. “I know. Take all the time you need, dear.”
Ruth framed her coffee cup with her hands, drawing in the warmth. She carefully took a long sip, hoping that would somehow help steady her nerves. To an extent, it did.
“Anyway, what I was trying to say is that Lizzie put her whole life on hold to help me deal with the bills and, eventually, with Howard’s loss. He was her stepfather,” she said even though most of her friends had known that. “But he adored her, and the feeling was mutual. He was better than her own father had been.” For a moment, she allowed herself to reflect on the past.
“I know,” Cilia told her quietly.
“Howard was always able to talk to Lizzie even when I couldn’t—not that she was ever a problem,” Ruth said quickly, “but she was kind of headstrong and, well—” she shrugged haplessly “—you know what it’s like between mothers and daughters.”
Cilia smiled and nodded, her own set of memories slipping in. “Oh, I know, Ruth. Believe me, I know.”
“Anyway, she worked really hard to make sure all of the bills were paid off before they got out of control. Because of that, she didn’t have any kind of a life. She certainly didn’t have anything that could have remotely passed for a social life. By now, she should have had her degree and gotten not just her MRS but her MOM as well,” Ruth said, a fond expression on her face.
“Does she want those?” Cilia asked, thinking that perhaps her friend was putting her own hopes and dreams on her daughter. It had been known to happen. These days, not every woman wanted to sacrifice a career for raising a family.
“More than you could possibly guess,” Ruth told her with feeling as she thought of her daughter. “But when Howard got sicker, she just pushed all that to the side. She took any job she could, holding down two and at times three part-time jobs so I could be at Howard’s side. Well, those bills are finally all paid off now, but my debt certainly isn’t.”
“You’re referring to your debt to your daughter,” Cilia guessed knowingly.
Ruth nodded. “I most certainly am. I feel that because of her huge heart, which had her doing—as she put it—the right thing, I owe Lizzie as much as I can provide toward helping her get that college degree. But most of all, I owe her that home and family she couldn’t even let herself think about because of what she felt was her obligation.”
Ruth looked at her friend. “But in order to do that, I need help. Professional help. Your help.”
Cilia knew the woman was referring to what she and her two best friends did as a sideline. Matchmaking. She nodded.
“Let me see what I can do,” she promised Ruth. “And I’ll get back to you.”
“I have suggestions,” Ruth added, an eagerness entering her voice.
This time it was Cilia who took a deep breath, bracing herself. “I’m sure you do.” Cilia turned and looked around for the waitress. Spotting the woman, she waved for her to come to their table.
As soon as she was close enough, Cilia said, “I think I’ll have that sweet roll now.”
The waitress beamed.
Copyright © 2020 by Marie Rydzynski-Ferrarella
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