Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 2

by Debbie Macomber

  “I’ve got time.” Her eyes, so like Sandy’s, sparkled with interest.

  “Unfortunately, I don’t. I’ll explain everything later, okay?”

  From the way she compressed her lips, Troy knew his daughter didn’t like being kept in the dark, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

  “Dad, I know you mean well, but I’m pretty sure Faith will insist on staying at her own home. Like I said, she’s welcome at our place, but maybe it makes more sense if you stay there. With her.”

  Troy deliberated for a moment and decided Megan was probably right. “I haven’t discussed this with Faith yet.”

  “Oh, Daddy, you should know better. No woman likes a man making decisions for her. Faith has a mind of her own.” She shook her head. “I’m betting she won’t agree to this. If I were her, I wouldn’t.”

  He nodded slowly. What his daughter said made sense.

  As they headed back into the living room and toward the front door, Troy heard her mutter something else under her breath.

  “What?” he asked impatiently.

  “Daddy,” she said, “when are you going to ask Faith to marry you?”

  “I—”

  “You love her, don’t you?”

  “Well, yes, and I have every intention of—”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  Troy grinned. After all these months, his relationship with Faith was finally back on an even keel, and at last there was hope, real hope.

  Once again, he acknowledged that Megan was right. He’d be a fool to squander this opportunity. Faith had been his first love, and while he’d loved Sandy with an intensity that couldn’t be equaled, he’d never forgotten Faith. A man didn’t forget his first love.

  “Soon,” he said. “I’ll ask her soon.”

  “Good.” His daughter hugged him as he left.

  Once he got to Faith’s house, Troy suggested she spend the night with Megan, and as his daughter had predicted, she was having none of it.

  “I’m not leaving my home, Troy, so save your breath.”

  Troy shook his head wryly. “Megan told me as much. But the truth is, you’re more of a distraction than a help.”

  “Am I now?” The information appeared to please her.

  “I don’t want to put you in danger’s way,” he explained.

  “Any more danger than I’ve already been in?”

  Troy could only shrug.

  “You can spend the night here,” Faith said.

  “The two of us, alone together?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t worry about being distracted. I’m not inviting you into my bed.”

  He chuckled. “That’s a shame.”

  She smiled and looked away. “I can’t say I’m not tempted, though.”

  “You’re going to make this impossible,” Troy groaned.

  “I won’t, I promise,” she said in a serious voice.

  “More’s the pity.”

  “You won’t even know I’m here,” Faith told him. “You can settle in and make yourself at home. I’ll go about my nightly routine, which is probably what this…person will be watching for. Agreed?”

  Troy nodded. “Agreed.”

  “Good.”

  Troy leaned forward and kissed her with all the hunger and pent-up frustration that had plagued him since she’d moved back to Cedar Cove.

  He couldn’t speak for Faith, but Troy felt that kiss in every single cell. When they broke apart, she pressed her hand over her heart, gasping. “Oh, Troy…”

  He brought her back into his arms. “Shall we do that again?”

  Faith cleared her throat. “We’d better not.”

  “Maybe you’re right. I need to concentrate. I’ve got people to phone.” His first call went to a couple of his best deputies.

  “We’re on,” he said. Weaver and Johnson had parked a dark unmarked vehicle farther down Rosewood Lane and awaited Troy’s instructions. His next phone call was to Megan.

  “You were right. Faith will remain here with me.”

  “I hate to say I told you so.”

  “No, you don’t,” Troy said. “You love it.” His daughter laughed.

  After moving his own vehicle to the next street, Troy walked back to Faith’s. With his deputies in place, Troy made himself comfortable, prepared to sit up all night, if necessary. He reclined in the chair in front of the television, while Faith sat across from him, knitting. It was a cozy domestic scene, one he hoped would be repeated many times once they were married.

  He remembered Megan’s words and wondered if he should ask her right then and there. He opened his mouth, but just as quickly closed it. He should at least give her a ring. He had to do this properly, but he didn’t want to wait much longer. This weekend, he told himself.

  At ten o’clock Faith yawned.

  “You don’t need to stay up on my account,” he said.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Positive. Go on to bed. Just promise me that if you hear a scuffle or any activity in this part of the house, you won’t come rushing out of your bedroom.”

  “But—”

  “Faith, please! This is important.”

  “All right,” she agreed, although he could tell how worried she was.

  It wasn’t until after midnight that Troy’s hunch proved to be correct. He was sitting in the pitch-dark living room when he heard a slight commotion near the garage. Not wasting a moment, he contacted his deputies and had them surround the area.

  “Troy?” Faith whispered from the hallway. “Did you hear that?”

  Apparently she was a light sleeper or hadn’t been to sleep at all.

  “Go back to your room and stay put,” he said, not hiding his annoyance. He enunciated each word as distinctly as he could, keeping his voice low.

  She didn’t respond.

  “Did you hear me?” he asked more loudly.

  “Fine, fine. I’m on my way,” she muttered. “I never knew you were so bossy.”

  Maybe he was but Troy refused to take any chances with her safety. He was the one paid to take risks, not Faith.

  A louder commotion broke out in the garage, and Deputy Weaver gave a shout. Troy ran for the back door and opened it just in time to see a man dressed completely in black dash across the side yard.

  Troy was long past his physical prime, but, junk food aside, he kept in shape. Racing after the man, he tackled him, landing hard on the wet grass. Weaver, who was directly behind him, grabbed the intruder by the scruff of the neck and dragged him to his feet. Troy slapped on the handcuffs he’d kept attached to his belt.

  Deputy Johnson shined a flashlight into their prisoner’s face and Troy instantly recognized the man who’d been the source of all this trouble. He felt a sense of satisfaction.

  “Take him to the station,” Troy said after Deputy Johnson had read the perpetrator his legal rights.

  The two deputies led him away while Troy brushed off his uniform. He was getting way too old to be chasing felons, but he wasn’t about to let this one escape.

  He returned to the house, turning on the kitchen light. “It’s safe for you to come out now,” he called.

  Faith hurried in, wearing her housecoat. “Troy—oh, my goodness, what happened?” Without waiting for him to answer, she opened a drawer, retrieved a towel and dampened one corner. Standing close, she dabbed at his mouth.

  “What?” He was surprised to realize he was bleeding. He hadn’t felt a thing.

  “You got him?” she asked.

  Troy nodded. “Sure did.”

  Faith pulled out a chair and they both sat down. Her hands were trembling, and he reached for them, chafing warmth back into her cold skin.

  “Did you recognize him?”

  “I did.”

  “Who is it?” she asked. “And why does this person hate me so much?”

  “His name is Mark Schaffer.”

  A puzzled look appeared on her face. “Who? I’ve never heard of him before.
What could I possibly have done to make him target me?”

  “This isn’t about you, Faith. I should’ve seen that much sooner. This has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

  Faith stared at him in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

  “I haven’t got all the answers myself, but I’ll tell you what I think happened and why.”

  “Please.” Her eyes implored him to make sense of it all.

  “Schaffer was a friend of Dale and Pam Smith, who were the tenants before you. While they were living here, my office received a number of complaints about them. I spoke to Schaffer personally on several occasions. He’s involved with drugs and hangs out with a rough crowd.”

  “But…he eventually moved away.”

  “I don’t think it was by choice. I can’t say for sure exactly how they did it, but I believe Cliff Harding and Jack Griffin persuaded the Smiths and their gang, including Mark, to leave. They hadn’t paid rent in months and they were bringing undesirables into the neighborhood. Grace was afraid that if she evicted them, they’d trash the house.”

  “And you figure Cliff and Jack convinced them to move?”

  “True. But I don’t know how.” He gave her a half smile. “You’ll have to ask Grace about that and, when you find out, don’t tell me, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “My guess is that Mark, or one of his cronies, left a stash of drugs behind in their rush to vacate the premises. He’s been coming back looking for that. Most likely drugs, but it could be money or something else of value. I assume it’s hidden somewhere in the garage, seeing he’s targeted that area.”

  “But he broke into the house first.”

  “Either he doesn’t remember exactly where he hid his stash or whatever it is—or he was hoping to get you to move so he’d have time to search after you left. When you didn’t turn tail and run, he had to take his chances, which is why he returned to the house. Then you got the alarm system and he was limited to the garage.”

  “It’s over, then.” The relief in her voice was evident.

  “I believe so. Ironically, I think there’s a good possibility that whatever was hidden inadvertently got tossed out when Grace and Cliff had the house cleaned and repainted.”

  Troy stood up to leave. The cut on his mouth had started to throb and he needed to get to the station to deal with Schaffer.

  She walked him to the front door, but stopped him before he could open it.

  “You’re safe now,” he assured her.

  “I know,” she whispered, then gently caressed his face.

  He caught her hand and held it to his cheek. Every instinct he had told him to stay.

  She smiled at him. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, careful not to touch the injury. He could feel the swelling in his lip but it didn’t impede their kiss.

  Troy stepped back to keep himself from pulling her into his arms and kissing her the way he had earlier.

  He released her, reluctant to let her go. “We need to talk. Soon.”

  “I agree.” There was a warmth in her eyes, an openness in her expression.

  As he walked away, he noticed that the pain he’d felt just moments earlier had disappeared.

  Thirty-Four

  Gloria Ashton sat in her patrol car with the radar gun in her hand. This spot on Harbor Street was notorious for speeders. Writing tickets was the least favorite aspect of her job, but a necessary one. As the most recently hired deputy, she had her dues to pay. She hoped it wouldn’t be long before she had the opportunity to work directly with Sheriff Davis, the way Weaver and Johnson had on Wednesday night.

  Mark Schaffer had been placed under arrest and was currently being held at the county jail. The Cedar Cove Chronicle had done a write-up on the incident. Needless to say, the entire Rosewood Lane neighborhood had heaved a collective sigh of relief.

  She was on the last stretch of her seven-to-three shift. A car rounded the corner and, seeing her patrol vehicle, automatically slowed. Gloria didn’t bother to check its speed. Whoever was driving hadn’t gained enough momentum after clearing the corner to reach the legal limit. To her surprise, the car pulled in and parked behind hers.

  She wondered if the driver was in some kind of trouble. She set the radar device aside and climbed out of her patrol car. When she recognized Dr. Chad Timmons, she stopped abruptly.

  “Do you have a problem, Dr. Timmons?” she asked in her most professional voice.

  He’d lowered his window. “Can I talk to you?”

  “About what?” she asked, although she was pretty sure the subject matter wouldn’t be to her liking.

  “I’d rather do it over a coffee.”

  “I’m on duty.”

  “Afterward, then.”

  She shook her head.

  Obviously frustrated, Chad sighed. “I’d like to clear the air between us.”

  “No. Our…encounter was a long time ago and, from my point of view, highly embarrassing. I prefer to forget it.”

  “Unfortunately, that isn’t the case for me.”

  “It’s over.”

  “Apparently it was over before it could even start,” he said. “If you don’t want to have coffee with me, then—”

  “I don’t.”

  “Okay, but give me a chance to settle this in my own mind. That’s all I’m asking. Some closure, much as I hate the word.”

  Gloria sighed, unsure what to do.

  “Ten minutes, fifteen,” he said, no doubt sensing her indecision. “Is that too much to ask?”

  “I don’t see what purpose it would serve. From what I heard, you’re dating Sarah Chesney now.”

  That she was aware he was seeing another woman appeared to please him immensely, because he broke into a wide grin. “Sarah and I are friends, nothing more. What’s this I hear about you and Zack Birch?”

  “Are you keeping tabs on me?” she demanded angrily.

  “No more than you are on me,” he countered.

  She couldn’t argue with that, so she said nothing.

  “Ten minutes, Gloria. You name the time and place.”

  She glanced at her watch. “All right, meet me in two hours. That’s when I get off.”

  He smiled in triumph and she wanted to wipe off his smug grin. “Where?”

  She was going to suggest the Pancake Palace but changed her mind. Someone might overhear their conversation and she’d rather not risk that. “Meet me at the marina by the totem pole,” she said. “Ten minutes. That’s it.”

  “Fine. Do you want me to bring a stopwatch?”

  Despite her irritation, she grinned. “That might not be a bad idea.”

  Two hours later, Gloria had changed out of her uniform and parked in the lot next to the library. The foot ferry from Bremerton was just getting in, and the first wave of shipyard workers disembarked. Her hands clenched the steering wheel. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d regret this.

  Waiting until the last possible moment, she left her vehicle and walked toward the marina. Chad was already there, waiting for her. She hadn’t seen him in a couple of months and was struck, once again, by his classic good looks, which were precisely what had attracted her the first time they met. That night had been a disaster, one she had no intention of repeating.

  Chad leaned against the railing, exuding confidence and poise. Where she’d once found that appealing, now it annoyed her.

  As she approached, he handed her a coffee. Wordlessly she accepted it and looked at her watch. “Your ten minutes are ticking away.”

  To her surprise, he turned toward the railing, resting his arms on it as he held his coffee and watched the gently bobbing boats in the marina. “I never thought I’d enjoy living in a small town,” he said. “You didn’t either, did you?”

  “Are you going to waste your ten minutes with chitchat?”

  He went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “I took this job at the clinic thinking I’d give it six months.”

 
“And move on.”

  “Right.”

  “You should have.” It would’ve been a relief to her if he had. Then she wouldn’t risk seeing him—and remembering.

  “I stayed because of you.”

  “Oh, please.” She didn’t hide her sarcasm. This was the last thing, the absolute last thing, she wanted to hear.

  “I’m not making it up, Gloria.” He paused. “How long has it been?”

  “I forget.” She hadn’t, but she wasn’t about to let him know that their night together still lingered in her mind.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said quietly.

  “Try harder,” she advised.

  “Do you suppose I haven’t?”

  “It was one night. I’d had too much to drink.”

  “No, you hadn’t. You knew exactly what you were doing and so did I.”

  Gloria released her breath. He was right, and while she’d like an excuse for their brief interlude, there was no point in lying—to him or to herself. “Why can’t you be like every other man? Notch your bedpost and go on to the next conquest?”

  “Is that what you think of me?” He actually sounded hurt.

  “I apologize. But apparently you read more into our…encounter than you should have.” She didn’t want to hurt him. Hurting anyone went against her nature; nevertheless it was best, as far as she was concerned, to forget this and move on.

  He continued to look out over the water. “At first I thought your reluctance had to do with Linnette.”

  It had. Gloria had met Chad, and they’d spent that one night together. Then, through a fluke, she’d discovered that her sister had a crush on him.

  Except that, at the time, Linnette hadn’t known they were sisters. No one did.

  After being adopted as an infant, Gloria had grown up in California, in a loving home with wonderful parents. Then, six years ago, she’d lost them in a plane crash. Her life had faltered until she managed to learn the names of her birth parents. It was a shock to discover that after they’d given her up for adoption, they’d gone on to marry and have two other children. These were Gloria’s full siblings, her sister and brother. Hungry for the connection with family, she’d moved to Cedar Cove.

  Then, as luck would have it, her sister had moved into the apartment next door. Her birth father, Roy, sometimes said that luck, good or bad, was all a matter of timing. In this case, the timing and the luck were both. Good and bad. Linnette, a physician assistant, had a huge crush on Dr. Chad Timmons, and Gloria had quickly bowed out of the relationship with Chad, preferring to step aside rather than risk destroying her chances with Linnette because they were both interested in the same man. She’d made so many mistakes, and sleeping with Chad was near the top of that list.