The Apple Orchard

by Susan Wiggs

  “The first time I set foot in your apartment,” Dominic said, “I knew I was going to fall in love with you.”

  “Really?” Her heart skipped a beat. “I was so embarrassed. The place was a mess. I was a mess.”

  “True,” he said, “but that didn’t stop me. Maybe it was the way you kept your files in the fridge, or the panties drying on a lampshade.” He laughed at her expression, then turned serious. “It was just...you, Tess. I liked everything about you. I could see your heart in the things you collected and surrounded yourself with.”

  “Other people’s treasures,” she said softly.

  “I loved that, and I loved the fact that you kept your grandmother’s desk.”

  “She’d be so happy for me today,” Tess said.

  He brought her over by the old iron stove, now restored to a fresh gleam and decked with cut flowers. “This,” he said, “is when I knew for sure I loved you. Right here, the day of the storm.”

  “You made a fire. I loved that day, too. And I loved you. I wish I’d told you then.”

  “You can tell me now.” He took a ring from his shirt pocket and slipped it on her finger. The chill, bright platinum immediately warmed, and the diamond winked in the sunlight through the window. “Your grandfather gave me the diamond,” Dominic said. “I had it made from a tie tack his wife gave him as an anniversary gift one year. Marry me, Tess.” He lifted her left hand to his lips. “Say you’ll marry me.”

  She couldn’t speak, but she knew her heart was in her eyes when she looked up at Dominic. He bent and brushed his lips to her temple. “Okay, how about this. Stomp your foot once for yes, and twice for—”

  “Yes,” she said on a rush of joy. “How could it be anything but yes?” They shared a long kiss, and she felt the world shift—invisibly, inexorably.

  Arm in arm, they walked outside together. “Ah, Tess. It’s going to be so good.”

  “It already is,” she said. “But what about—”

  Trini and Antonio hurried toward them, their faces lit with curiosity.

  “Something tells me they already know,” said Dominic.

  “Did you do it, Dad? Did you pop the question?” Trini demanded.

  “Actually, I—”

  “I knew it!” Trini said, throwing her arms around Tess. “I totally knew it!”

  Tess looked at Antonio over his sister’s head. “We wanted you guys to be the first to know. Are you okay with this?”

  “Does it mean you’re gonna move in?”

  “Yes, after we get married.”

  “Where’s the ring?” Trini grabbed both her hands. “Gosh, that’s a really pretty ring. Can I tell people, Dad? Can I?”

  “Sure, you can.” He tousled Antonio’s hair. “You want to go help spread the news?”

  He took off, and within moments, literally, Tess and Dominic were inundated with well-wishers. She caught his eye as he submitted to the backslapping and high-fiving, and mouthed the words, I’m going to love it here.

  Whether he understood her or not, she couldn’t tell, but he looked ridiculously happy as he opened a jeroboam of his best wine.

  As the wine was being poured, Tess spied Isabel through the crowd, and when their gazes met, they made their way toward each other, jostling past friends and neighbors. Isabel looked so beautiful to Tess just then, her face shining with delight. She looked like...family. “When?” she demanded, pulling Tess into a hug.

  Tess pulled back. “Just now. I swear, I didn’t see it coming. I wished for it, of course. Dreamed of it, but...he took me totally by surprise. I think I’m in shock. And so happy, Isabel. I never thought I could be this happy.”

  “It’s only the beginning,” said Isabel. “And it’ll only get better from here.”

  Tess extended her hand to her sister. They held fast to one another as they headed toward the dancing crowd, aglow in the golden light of late afternoon, surrounded by the bright sounds of music and laughter.

  * * * * *

  Keep reading for an excerpt from Return to Willow Lake by Susan Wiggs!

  Acknowledgments

  I’ve been blessed with a fantastic publishing team—my editor, Margaret O’Neill Marbury and her assistant Giselle Regus, and also Meg Ruley and Annelise Robey of the Jane Rotrosen Agency. Thank you for your expertise, your kindness and humor, and for making business a pleasure, time and time again.

  I also need to thank my fellow writers—Elsa Watson, Sheila Roberts, Lois Faye Dyer, Kate Breslin and Anjali Banerjee. Ladies, there are no words. I’ll just leave it at that.

  A very special thank-you to Bob and Fay Krokower and the irrepressible Charlie for your generosity to P.A.W.S. and your kindness to pets in need.

  “Wiggs paints the details of human relationships with the finesse of a master.”—Jodi Picoult

  If you loved The Apple Orchard, don’t miss the Lakeshore Chronicles series by New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs. Available wherever ebooks are sold.

  Lakeside Cottage

  Summer at Willow Lake

  The Winter Lodge

  Dockside

  Snowfall at Willow Lake

  Fireside

  Lakeshore Christmas

  The Summer Hideaway

  Marrying Daisy Bellamy

  Return to Willow Lake

  Susan’s sweeping historical trilogy, the Chicago Fire, is also in ebook format.

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  Chapter One

  Moments before the wedding was to begin, Sonnet Romano shuddered with a wave of nervousness. “Mom,” she said, hurrying over to the window, which framed a view of Willow Lake, “what if I screw up?”

  Her mother turned from the window. The late afternoon light shrouded Nina Bellamy’s slender form, and for a moment she appeared ethereal and as young as Sonnet herself. Nina looked fantastic in her autumn-gold silk sheath, her dark hair swept back into a low chignon. Only someone who knew her the way Sonnet did might notice the subtle lines of fatigue around her eyes and mouth, the vague puffiness of her skin. Just prior to the wedding, she’d attended the funeral, up in Albany, of her favorite aunt, who had died the week before of cancer, and the grief of goodbye lingered in her face.

  “You’re not going to screw up,” Nina said. “You’re going to be fabulous. You look amazing in that dress, you’ve memorized everything you’re going to do and say, and it’s going to be a wonderful evening.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Remember what I used to say when you were little—your smile is my sunshine.”

  “I remember.” And the memory did its magic, bringing a smile to her face. Her mom had raised Sonnet alone, but only now that she was grown did she appreciate how hard that had been for Nina. “You gave me lots of memories, Mom.”

  “Come here, you.” Nina opened her arms and Sonnet gratefully slipped into her mother’s embrace.

  “This feels nice. I wish I had a chance to come back here more often.” Sonnet turned her face to the warm breeze blowing in through the window. The sheer beauty of the lake, nestled between the gentle swells of the Catskills, made her heart ache. Though she’d grown up in Avalon, the place felt foreign to Sonnet now, a world she used to inhabit and couldn’t wait to leave.

  Despite her vivid memories of her childhood here, playing in the woods with her friends or sledding down the hills in winter, she’d never truly appreciated the scenery until she’d left it behind, eager to find her life far away. Now that she lived in Manhattan, crammed into a closet-sized walk-up studio on a noisy East Side street, she finally understood the appeal of her old ho
metown.

  “I wish you could, too,” Nina said. “It’s time-consuming, isn’t it, saving the world?”

  Sonnet chuckled. “Is that what I’m doing? Saving the world?”

  “As a matter of fact, it is. Sweetie, I’m so proud to tell people you work with UNESCO, that your department saves children’s lives all over the world.”

  “Ah, thanks, Mom. You make me think I do more than write emails and fill out forms.” Sonnet often found herself wishing she could actually work with a child every once in a while. Buried in administrative chores, it was easy to forget.

  On the smoothly-mown lawn below, guests were beginning to take their seats for the ceremony. Many of the groom’s friends were in military dress uniform, adding a note of gravitas to the atmosphere.

  “Wow,” said Sonnet, “it’s really happening, Mom. Finally.”

  “Yes,” Nina agreed. “Finally.”

  A chorus of squeals came from the adjacent room, where the rest of the bridal party was getting ready.

  “Daisy’s going to be the prettiest bride ever,” Sonnet said, feeling a thrum of emotion in her chest. The bride was Sonnet’s best friend as well as her stepsister, and she was about to marry the love of her life. To Sonnet it felt like a dream come true...but also, deep in a hidden corner of her heart, a loss of sorts. Now someone else would be the keeper of Daisy’s most private secrets, her soft place to fall, the person on the other end of the phone in the middle of the night.

  “Until it’s your turn,” Nina said. “Then you’ll be the prettiest bride ever.”

  Sonnet gave her mom’s hand a squeeze. “Don’t hold your breath. I’m busy saving the world, remember?”

  “Just don’t get so busy you forget to fall in love,” Nina said.

  Sonnet laughed. “I think you need to embroider that on a pillow. How about— Hello.” Her mind drained of everything but the sight of the tallest groomsman in the wedding party, escorting the grandmother of the bride to her seat in the front row.

  In a dove-gray swallowtail tux, he moved with long-limbed grace, although his height was not the most striking thing about him. It was his hair, as long and pale as a banner of surrender, giving him the otherworldly look of a mythical creature. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  “Holy cow,” she said. “Is that...?”

  “Yep,” said her mother. “Zach Alger.”

  “Whoa.”

  “He’s finally grown into his looks, hasn’t he?” Nina commented. “I’d forgotten how long it’s been since you last saw him. The two of you used to be so close.”

  Zach Alger. Surely not, thought Sonnet, practically leaning out the open window. This couldn’t be the Zach Alger she’d grown up with, the whiter-shade-of-pale boy who lived down the street, with his big goofy ears and braces on his teeth. Her best friend in high school, the freakishly skinny kid who worked at the Sky River Bakery. This couldn’t be the college geek working his way through school, obsessed with cameras and all things video.

  Zach Alger, she thought. Well, well. Since high school, he and Sonnet had gone in different directions, and she hadn’t seen him in ages. Now she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

  After helping Daisy’s grandmother to her seat, he pulled a flask from his tux pocket and took a swig. All right, thought Sonnet. That was the Zach she knew—a guy with more talent than ambition, a guy with a troubled background he couldn’t seem to shake, a guy who was part of her past, but had no possible place in her future.

  Movement in the next room reminded her she had an important job to do today. She peered through the doorway at Daisy, who was surrounded by the hairstylist, makeup artist, wedding planner, her mom Sophie, the photographer and several people Sonnet didn’t recognize. “What do you say?” she asked her mother. “Shall we go help Daisy get married?’

  Nina grinned. “She wouldn’t dare make a move without you.”

  “Or you. Honestly, when you married Daisy’s dad, she hit the stepmom jackpot.”

  Nina’s grin turned to a soft smile, and her dark eyes took on an expression that pulled Sonnet into days gone by, when it had just been the two of them, making their way in the world. Nina had turned a teenage pregnancy into a small but lovely life for herself and Sonnet. Yes, she was married now—unexpectedly, in the middle of her life—but their two-against-the-world time together belonged solely to Nina and Sonnet.

  “You’re going all mushy on me, aren’t you?” Sonnet said.

  “Yeah, baby. I am. Just wait until you’re the bride. I’ll need CPR.” The shadows in the room were just starting to deepen; evening was coming on.

  “No, you won’t, Mom,” Sonnet assured her. “You’ll rise to the occasion. You always do.”

  Nina took her hand again, and together they stepped through the door.

  ISBN: 9781460311899

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