“Don’t what?”
“Initiate the breakup.”
Kristen was the one with the experience in the dating world. Shaw was Tanni’s first real boyfriend. He’d also become her best friend. They’d shared their love of art and each other, and everything had been perfect. Well, not completely, because Shaw was stuck here at Mocha Mama’s brewing coffee and dying on the inside because he wanted to be an artist.
“Do you think Shaw wants to break up with me?” Tanni asked. Maybe Kristen could help her understand what was going on.
“Tell me how he’s been acting.”
Tanni talked for thirty minutes, rattling off a litany of slights Shaw had committed since he’d moved to California.
“You say he never would’ve gotten into the art institute if it hadn’t been for some friends of your mother’s?” Kristen asked.
Eagerly Tanni nodded. “He owes me.”
“He knows it, too, which complicates his feelings.”
“All he has to do is say the word and I’m out of his life.” She made it sound cut and dried, although it would be one of the hardest things she’d ever had to go through. Not as hard as losing her dad.
Kristen’s laugh poured salt into Tanni’s already wounded heart.
“This isn’t funny!” she flared.
“I don’t think it is,” Kristen said quickly. “It’s just that Shaw is so typical of guys I know.”
“He is?”
“Sure. He’s being a total jerk to you—and getting away with it.”
“What did I do to him?” Tanni wanted to cry at the unfairness of it all. The only thing she’d ever done was encourage, love and support Shaw. Now he couldn’t even take two minutes to send her a message.
“Probably nothing,” Kristen told her.
“Then why’s he doing this?” Even as she asked the question, Tanni had the answer. “He’s met someone else, hasn’t he?”
Kristen didn’t even try to soften the truth. “Probably.”
“Then why doesn’t he just say so?” It would hurt a lot less if he was honest with her. Yes, it’d still hurt, but the pain would be easier to deal with than being left hanging the way she was now.
“That’s what guys are like,” Kristen said confidently. “Especially guys who’ve been going out with you for a while. He’s ignoring you, hoping you’ll break up with him.”
“That’s what he wants?” Tanni asked with a catch in her throat.
“From everything you’ve told me, yes, that’s what Shaw’s waiting for you to do.”
Instinctively Tanni knew Kristen was right.
“You need to get out more, see other guys,” Kristen advised. “Do you know Jeremy Reynolds?”
The name seemed familiar to Tanni but she couldn’t visualize a face to go with it. “I don’t think so…maybe.”
“He’s interested in you.”
“Jeremy Reynolds,” Tanni repeated out loud. “I’m not sure I’ve even met him.”
“He graduated this year. He lives next door to me, and when I mentioned that you and I had volunteered for the Reading with Rover program he asked a whole bunch of questions about you.”
Tanni planned to dig out her yearbook the minute she got home and look him up.
“Jeremy’s kind of shy,” Kristen went on. “Besides, everyone knows about you and Shaw. Would you like me to tell him you’re not going out with Shaw anymore?”
Tanni shrugged, biting her lip.
“Give it some time,” Kristen said kindly. She finished her tea and set down the empty plastic cup. “I’m glad we talked, Tanni.”
“I am, too.” And she meant it. If they hadn’t, Tanni would never have guessed why Kristen had volunteered to work with kids at risk. “Thanks for the advice about Shaw. Would it be okay if I called you and let you know how things go?”
“Definitely.” She paused. “I’d like it if we could be friends.”
Kristen wanted to be friends with her? This was another twist Tanni hadn’t expected. “Yeah, I’d like that, too,” Tanni said a bit shyly.
They stood, waved goodbye to Adam and walked slowly toward the library parking lot, chatting as they went.
When Tanni got home, she found her mother in a happy mood, which meant she’d heard from Larry. They were on the phone practically every day, often two or three times.
“You seem happy,” her mother said, watching Tanni in a way that would once have irritated her.
“I’m going to be okay, Mom,” she said. She went into her room and got out her Junior Annual to look for a photo of Jeremy Reynolds.
Twenty-Four
On the Fourth of July, Mack and Mary Jo gathered down at the Cedar Cove waterfront with dozens of other families for the fireworks display. It was almost dark, and there was a buzz of anticipation in the crowd.
Linc and Lori sat on lawn chairs beside them. Noelle was already asleep, limp in Mack’s arms, unaware of what was about to take place. Mary Jo doubted she’d stay asleep once the fireworks began.
Mack had been on duty four days straight, but had the holiday itself free. The fire station was on high alert this week, due to the hazards caused by fireworks.
Being able to spend the entire day with Mack and her brother made this Fourth of July special. Because Mary Jo’s relationship with Linc had changed—more than changed, improved—since her brother’s marriage, she’d discovered that he was a good friend. Lori was fast becoming one, too. The more she got to know Linc’s wife, the more Mary Jo liked her. Lori was a gifted seamstress who’d recently made an adorable summer outfit for Noelle.
Earlier in the day, the two couples had taken a picnic lunch to Point Defiance Zoo. While Noelle might be too young to appreciate the experience, she’d loved seeing the animals. Even Linc seemed to have fun. Her brother had always been so serious; seeing him relaxed and enjoying himself revealed a side of him she barely remembered.
“Isn’t it time?” Lori asked impatiently. “I thought the paper said ten o’clock.”
That was when they heard the whine of fireworks being set off. “There they go,” Linc said, just as the rocket burst into a cluster, spraying red, white and blue sparks across the clear night sky.
At the explosion, Noelle woke with a start and began crying. Mack held the infant against his shoulder, gently rubbing her back. Noelle was content until the next explosion. She let out another startled cry.
“Oh, dear,” Mary Jo said. “This is scaring her.”
“Should we take her home?” Mack asked, his face marked with concern.
“I don’t know,” Mary Jo said uncertainly. She didn’t want the evening to end, but Noelle’s comfort came first.
Noelle began to whimper. “Look,” Mack told her, and pointed up at the sky.
Mary Jo wanted to tell him he couldn’t reason with a six-month-old infant.
But somehow, Mack was able to calm her and eventually Noelle returned to sleep, despite the noise and excitement. When Mary Jo glanced over at her sleeping daughter, she noticed Linc and Lori holding hands. Lori’s head rested on Linc’s shoulder.
She looked at Mack again and saw him watching Noelle, his expression vigilant. He must have felt her scrutiny because he turned to smile at her. She smiled back and reached for his hand.
Mack held it for a few minutes before releasing it in order to shift Noelle in his arms.
By the time they arrived at the duplex, it was almost midnight. While she put Noelle in her crib, Mack brought in the blanket, the diaper bag and the remains of their picnic. She’d made potato salad, which he’d raved about. She resisted telling him that the recipe had actually come from his mother.
In fact, Mary Jo had talked to Corrie McAfee twice in the past week. She liked Mack’s mother; his father, too, although Roy was more difficult to know. Maybe because he was a detective and ex-cop and therefore used to keeping his reactions to himself.
When she came into the kitchen Mack was standing there, hands in his back pockets. He didn’t say
anything, as if gauging how best to broach whatever subject he had in mind.
Mary Jo waited for him to speak. “What’s up?” she finally asked.
“Something’s bothering you,” he said bluntly.
Her feelings, her dissatisfaction, were still vague and unformed, and she was surprised by his perceptiveness. She tried to put her unease into words but that was harder than she’d realized. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
After another minute or so, Mack exhaled. “You’d better tell me what it is.”
Mary Jo felt awkward. “Tonight, with…Noelle.”
“Yes?” he urged.
They stood and faced each other, and both seemed tentative, as though frightened of where this conversation might lead them.
“You want to be a dad.”
He nodded. “Very much.”
She stared down at the floor. “You love Noelle.”
“You can’t doubt that, can you?”
“Never.” His love for the baby was apparent in everything he’d said and done ever since he’d helped deliver her on Christmas Eve. When she raised her eyes she saw his smile.
She met his look. “What about me?”
“What?” He blinked in confusion. “Are you asking if I love you? Mary Jo? You can’t be serious! I’m crazy about you. I’ve told you that more than once.”
“You’re crazy about Noelle. I’m just sort of…attached.” She didn’t like feeling so insecure and yet…she had to wonder. Furthermore, she’d prefer the truth. She wanted to believe he cared, but she’d been misled by David and could no longer trust her own instincts. She shouldn’t ever forget that.
“I love you,” he said, without hesitation or embellishment. “As soon as this mess with David is straightened out, I’d like us to become engaged. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
His words warmed her heart, but she refused to allow those warm feelings to sidetrack her. “After this mess with David is settled,” she echoed.
“Yes?”
She swallowed hard and found she couldn’t speak. The proposal was the reward he dangled in front of her to resolve the situation with Noelle’s father. She was the one who was supposed to take the risk of pressing forward on the very issue David had warned her against. No one except Mary Jo seemed to see David as a credible threat. She had to take him at his word in this, if nothing else. His intentions were clear—if she filed for child support, he’d make her life miserable.
“Have you talked to Allan Harris like you said?” Mack asked.
“No,” she admitted. “Not yet.” Mack had been at the fire station most of the past two weeks; otherwise, she knew he would’ve hounded her about this.
“And the reason for that is…?”
“I don’t trust David,” she said, although that didn’t really answer his question.
“You shouldn’t, because he can’t be trusted.”
She moved away and walked over to the picture window, crossing her arms. “Why are you waiting for me to deal with David? If you love me and Noelle and we love you, then why can’t we become engaged now?”
Mack took his time answering. He took so long that Mary Jo turned around to look at him.
“I have a good reason, Mary Jo.”
“I’d like to hear it.” She tensed, afraid she was going to have a problem with what he had to say.
“If David gets wind of the fact that I want to adopt Noelle, it might be all the justification he needs to refuse to sign the relinquishment papers. He isn’t willing to support his daughter, but as soon as he discovers I want to adopt her, you can bet he’ll do whatever he can to thwart that. Ben agrees with me.”
“You’ve talked to Ben about this?”
“And my father, too. They both said the same thing, and I respect their opinions.”
“What happens if David doesn’t sign away his rights as Noelle’s father?” she asked slowly. “Then what?”
“We’ll deal with that when the time comes. Why are you assuming the worst?”
Funny question. “With David I’ve learned that’s what I need to do.”
She couldn’t look at Mack, so she turned away again and walked into the kitchen. Needing to occupy her hands, she unpacked the picnic basket, setting the empty potato salad container in the kitchen sink and filling it with soapy water.
“Mary Jo, we’re in the middle of an important decision. I think cleaning up can wait, don’t you?”
She leaned against the counter. “If David refuses to sign the papers, would you still want to marry me?”
“Yes.” He didn’t pause for an instant.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes.” He sighed, obviously exasperated. “Let’s go back for a moment.”
“To what?”
“You haven’t talked to Mr. Harris.”
She should’ve guessed this was coming. “No. He’s been in court.”
“Has he gone into the office at all?”
“Occasionally,” she told him. “But he’s had other things on his mind. The trial only wrapped up on Friday, and I didn’t want to distract him before that.” This was true, but more than that it was an excuse, and as she offered it, Mary Jo realized Mack saw it for what it was.
“O…kay,” he said, dragging out the word. “What about next week?”
“Mr. Harris is on vacation.” Her relief tumbled out with her answer.
Mack walked into the living room, picked up a few toys scattered about, then returned to the kitchen. “You don’t want to deal with this, do you?”
She could lie, but Mack was right. “No.”
“Because?” Again, he waited for her to explain.
“Because of all the reasons I’ve already brought up. Nothing has changed, Mack. David will do whatever he can to ruin my life. He doesn’t want me or Noelle, doesn’t want the responsibility of a child, but he’ll do everything in his power to make sure no one else can have us.”
“Let me talk to him,” Mack said through gritted teeth.
“No.” She couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow him to get into a physical confrontation with David.
“Why not?” he argued. “I’ll tell him I’m marrying you and that I want to adopt Noelle.”
“Do you really think that would help?” she cried. “You just told me how important it was that David not know our plans.”
Mack groaned, sounding frustrated and tired.
“Listen, Mack, it’s really late and we’re both upset. We should’ve waited for another time to talk about this.”
“No,” he countered. “Let’s discuss it right now, tonight. This whole thing started because you’re afraid I’m more interested in adopting Noelle than I am in marrying you. Correct?”
Reluctantly, Mary Jo nodded. It seemed so frivolous when he put it like that. Looking at him now, his eyes soft with tenderness, she wondered how she could have doubted his feelings for her.
“You do love me.”
His smile widened. “You’ve got it.”
“Okay, then let’s call it a night. Forget I said anything.”
“Okay.” Mack headed for the door, opening it forcefully before turning back. “Would you mind waiting just a moment?”
“Oh… Okay, I’ll wait.”
Mack tore out of the house and she heard him enter his own. Three or four minutes passed before he came back. She’d used that time to finish cleaning up.
Mary Jo looked at him expectantly as he hovered in the kitchen doorway.
“I want you to know I didn’t plan it like this, but I think the timing is right.”
“Timing? For what?”
“Maybe you should sit down.”
Puzzled, she sank into a kitchen chair.
Mack frowned and gestured at the living room. “Maybe the sofa would be better.”
“The sofa,” she repeated. Fine, she’d sit on the sofa.
As soon as she was seated, Mack paced in front of her. “I love you, Mary Jo.”
“Have we? Are you sure? I don’t want there to be a single doubt. Ever.”
“You’ve reassured me, Mack. Honestly, you have.”
“I wanted to talk to your brother first.”
“My brother?”
“To let him know my intentions—that I’m asking his sister to be my wife.”
Mary Jo blinked back tears as she understood exactly what Mack was doing. He was about to formally propose to her. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock—and yet she shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Mary Jo.” She stood, and when she did, Mack took her free hand in his. “Will you marry me?”
Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded.
Mack fumbled for something in his back pocket and brought out a diamond solitaire ring. “I realize most women like to choose their own engagement bands. I picked it out myself, but if you don’t like it I’ll exchange it.”
“It’s beautiful.” In truth she couldn’t tell what the ring looked like because her eyes had filled with tears that blurred everything around her. Mack’s sweet, wonderful face swam before her.
Mack slipped the diamond onto her ring finger. “Okay, now we’re officially engaged. Come what may, Mary Jo, no matter what happens with David and with custody of Noelle, you and I will face it together. As husband and wife.”
Unable to hold back her tears, Mary Jo threw her arms around Mack and clung to him.
He drew her into his embrace. “I didn’t expect you to cry.”
“I can’t help it,” she wailed.
That was when Mack started to laugh, and the only way she could stop him was to take his face in both hands and kiss him.
Twenty-Five
Leonard Bellamy stood behind his massive desk as Roy McAfee was escorted into his office. He walked toward Roy, extending his hand.
As they shook, Roy scanned his surroundings.
The office was impeccably furnished. Pieces of modern art were prominently displayed and Roy guessed that none of them were reproductions.
“I appreciate your coming here,” he said, gesturing for Roy to take a seat. Prior business had always been done at the McAfee office, and Roy was well aware that this time Bellamy wanted the advantage of being in his own territory.
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