311 Pelican Court

by Debbie Macomber

  “Can it wait until morning?” he asked as he stood.

  Janice wore a short skirt. It rose up mid-thigh and exposed long, shapely legs. The skirt was too short and too tight. He’d never really noticed the way Janice dressed until recently. He glanced outside his office and realized the other women employed by the accounting firm were far more conservative in their clothing.

  “Of course it can wait,” she assured him. “I forgot you’re with your children tonight.”

  He nodded and reached for his briefcase.

  “How is that arrangement working?” Janice moved all the way inside his office.

  “About as well as can be expected.” Actually it was about as inconvenient as could be imagined. Half the time he didn’t know where he was sleeping—the apartment or the house. A week ago he’d arrived with clothes but no underwear. He now left a spare set in the trunk of his car. He didn’t feel inclined to tell Janice any of this, however.

  As he prepared to leave the office, he placed several business magazines he hadn’t had time to read inside the leather case. Rosie had given him the briefcase for Christmas three years earlier and he’d used it every day since. He rarely had time for reading anymore. No time for golf, either, or jogging or any of the activities he’d once enjoyed.

  “I won’t keep you, then,” Janice said with obvious reluctance.

  “See you in the morning,” he said, and snapped his briefcase shut. “I can look at those figures then.”

  “Figures?” she repeated. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot.”

  He removed his suit jacket from the small closet and slipped his arms into the sleeves. Janice continued to linger. “Was there anything else?” he asked.

  “Do you sometimes get lonely?” She fluttered her lashes and for some reason they reminded Zach of spiders.

  “Lonely?” he asked.

  “I mean, I did, after my divorce. It was such a hard time emotionally and I wanted you to know that I understand those feelings. If you ever need to talk to someone, I’m a good listener.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” Zach had no intention of combining business with pleasure. He’d made the mistake of letting the lines blur earlier. It had started out innocently—she’d joined him for lunch one day when Rosie had to cancel at the last moment. Later, when he realized how unreasonable Rosie had become, he’d asked Janice to help him look for an apartment. He’d hoped to shake up his wife, get her to recognize what she was doing. His attempt had failed, to say the least. Rosie had taken his leaving seriously and seemed more than happy to have him out of the house. Janice had found him an apartment, all right, and the lines had blurred even further when he’d accepted a housewarming gift from her and taken her and her son to lunch.

  Janice hesitated. “I was thinking we could have dinner one night. My treat.”

  Dinner? Her treat? No way. “I appreciate the invitation, but I don’t think it’s a good idea that we be seen together outside the office.” He wasn’t handing Rosie any ammunition or giving her one more excuse to toss accusations in his face. Unfortunately, living the way they did, moving in and out of the house, made confronting each other inevitable. Zach wasn’t happy about it and he suspected Rosie wasn’t, either.

  “Maybe some other time,” Janice said, sounding hopeful.

  “Maybe,” Zach agreed, but it wasn’t going to happen.

  Rosie had claimed months earlier that Janice and Zach were having an affair. She was being ridiculous and had refused to believe him when he said they weren’t. Now he was beginning to wonder if Janice had been chasing after him. He hated the thought that he’d been played for a fool. If that was the case, then it was Rosie’s doing. She was the one so ready to leap to conclusions, so eager to find fault with him—so willing to abandon him to Janice’s attentions. Rosie had acted like a jealous shrew when she had no reason. It irritated him whenever he thought about it. Not that he was blaming Janice for their divorce. His marriage had been ailing for a long time before his assistant appeared on the scene.

  Frowning as he walked out of the office, Zach refused to let his mind wander down the familiar paths of guilt and blame. His marriage was dead, and rehashing unresolved issues between him and Rosie would do no good.

  Fifteen minutes later, Zach drove into the garage at 311 Pelican Court, the custom-built house he’d helped design. Together he and Rosie had pored over house plans for months on end. Despite this inconvenient arrangement, he felt grateful to the judge for her unconventional edict, since it meant he didn’t have to completely give up a place he loved.

  To Zach’s surprise, the house was quiet when he came in through the kitchen door.

  “Where is everyone?” he called as he set his briefcase on the counter.

  “Here, Dad,” Eddie shouted from the family room. He was lying in front of the television on his stomach, manipulating the joystick to his video game. “Allison’s got a visitor in her bedroom,” he said, looking up at Zach. “It’s a boy.”

  “What?” The word exploded out of Zach before he could stop it. He’d see about this. Allison knew the rules, and Rule Number One was no kids at the house without an adult present. No boys in her room, either. Ever.

  Eddie nodded in the direction of the hallway. “Check it out.”

  Zach didn’t need a second invitation. He practically ran to Allison’s bedroom; it was the fastest he’d moved in weeks. He pounded on the closed door, then flung it open. His daughter sat on the edge of her bed with her arms entwined around the neck of a skinny boy with long stringy hair badly in need of washing. He wore a black leather jacket and motorcycle boots that laced up to his knees. A studded leather dog collar circled his neck.

  “Dad.” Allison’s eyes grew huge. “What are you doing here?”

  “I live here three days a week. Who’s this?” He narrowed his gaze on the pimply-faced youth.

  “This is Ryan Wilson. Ryan, this is my dad.”

  “Ryan,” Zach said. He reached for the boy’s arm and jerked him to an upright position. “Nice to meet you.” Without taking a breath, he continued. “However, we have rules in this house and that includes no boys in my daughter’s bedroom.” He loomed over the teenager, who blinked up at him, face paling.

  “Daddy,” Allison cried.

  Zach ignored her. “If you want to see my daughter again, I suggest you abide by my rules. Do we understand each other, Ryan?” he asked pointedly.

  Ryan nodded.

  “Good.” He held out his hand. “Well, goodbye, Ryan. I assume you know your way to the front door?”

  Ryan made a beeline out of the bedroom.

  Allison was on her feet now, too, her expression one of outrage. “How dare you!”

  “Oh, I dare, Allison, and I’ll dare a whole lot more. What the hell do you think you’re doing bringing a boy into this house without an adult present?”

  “I’m an adult.”

  Zach nearly laughed out loud. “When you’re living on your own, paying your own expenses, we’ll revisit that issue. As it stands now, you live in my house.” He paused, because technically this wasn’t his house. It belonged to Rosie and him jointly and to the kids.

  “I can invite anyone I want into my room.”

  Zach glared at her. “Don’t go there, little girl.”

  “Little girl?” Indignation shone from her eyes, and her cheeks reddened as she clenched her fists at her sides.

  Zach could see this argument was getting out of hand. He was angry and so was Allison. Difficult as it was, they both needed to step back and take a deep breath. “We’ll talk about this after dinner.” He turned and left the room, and heard the door slam a couple of seconds later.

  By the time Zach entered the kitchen, he was shaking. He dragged several calming breaths into his lungs and forced his heart to settle down to a normal beat.

  “What’s for dinner?” Eddie asked, following him inside.

  “Hot dogs,” Zach said. It was convenient, quick and he was in no mood to mess w
ith a casserole. He’d discovered he was quite good at tossing a few ingredients together. He had his failures—notably the ground turkey baked with peas and rice—and his successes. Eddie didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Of the two, Allison was the picky eater.

  “We had hot dogs last night.”

  Leave it to Rosie to beat him to the punch. “What would you like?” he asked.

  Without hesitation, Eddie said, “Spaghetti.”

  “Okay.” He searched the refrigerator’s freezer section for hamburger and realized there was none. It was his week to buy groceries, which he should’ve done before he got home. More than likely, that was why Allison had Ryan in her room. She’d expected him to arrive later than normal, but he’d forgotten it was his turn to do the shopping.

  “Has Ryan been here before?” he asked. He hated to use his son as a snitch, but he was beginning to think Ryan might be a routine visitor. If so, that was about to stop right now.

  Eddie glanced over his shoulder and then nodded.

  “Does your mother know?”

  Eddie shook his head. “No one did until now.”

  Zach patted his son on the back. “What about macaroni and cheese?”

  Eddie shrugged. “Are you going to cook the real kind or the kind that comes out of a box?”

  “What do we have?” Zach asked, examining the contents of various cupboards. He needed something easy while he decided what to do about Allison. It was clear he’d have to talk to her, and much as he dreaded the idea of calling Rosie, he should probably get her advice before he initiated the big discussion.

  “We’ve got grated mozzarella cheese,” Eddie said, peering inside the refrigerator. “That makes the best kind ’cause it melts in the macaroni.”

  “Done,” Zach said.

  Eddie removed the container of cheese and set it on the counter. “You aren’t going to make me eat green beans with this, are you? Mom does. She’s on this kick about eating vegetables and fresh fruit. It’s disgusting. She won’t let us order pizza, either.”

  Zach smiled wanly. “I might let you off just this once.”

  Eddie looked appreciative.

  “I think I should call your mother,” Zach said, putting a pot of water on the stove.

  “She’s not home.”

  His son was a fount of information. “She isn’t?”

  Eddie beamed him a big smile. “She’s got a date.”

  Rosie was out on a date? If so, he wanted to know who with. No one had said anything to him about this. “On a school night?” he asked, hoping for more facts.

  Eddie nodded. “That was all she talked about last night. Dad, I’ve got problems with my math homework. Can you help?”

  “Sure,” he said absently. This was great. Just great! Zach was struggling to find something edible to feed his kids. He was the one dealing with his teenage daughter’s rebellion. Eddie needed help with his homework. And his ex-wife was enjoying a night on the town with her new love interest.

  There was definitely something wrong with this picture.

  Eight

  It was a lovely Saturday morning, and the blustery winds of October blew orange and yellow leaves around the waterfront and the Cedar Cove Farmers’ Market. Grace and Olivia meandered down the row between a series of festive booths.

  “So, what time do you want to go to the movie?” Olivia asked.

  “I was thinking I’d pass this afternoon,” Grace said nonchalantly.

  “Oh—” Olivia couldn’t help being disappointed. “How come?”

  Grace suddenly became flustered. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, just go to the movie without me,” she cried.

  Olivia knew that look. Her friend was up to something and Olivia probably wasn’t going to like it. She stopped at a booth and purchased a loaf of homemade raisin bread, which she tucked into her large straw bag.

  “All right, all right, I’ll tell you,” Grace said as though the truth had been tortured out of her.

  Olivia didn’t bother to point out that she hadn’t asked.

  “Jack’s going to be there.”

  That got Olivia’s attention. “Jack?”

  “Jack. Remember Jack? He called and asked me to set it up.”

  Now, this was downright ridiculous. Jack had phoned her best friend and not her?

  “Remember last month when you turned down Stan’s dinner invitation?”

  Olivia wasn’t likely to forget. It had caused a rift between her and Stan, but she wasn’t nearly as concerned about her relationship with her ex-husband as she was about her continuing disagreement with Jack.

  “Jack was supposed to meet us at the theater the Friday night we went to the movies last month, but at the last minute he couldn’t make it.”

  “What’s going on here?” Olivia demanded, although she wasn’t really upset. It was increasingly obvious that she needed all the assistance she could get in the romance department. Not that her friend was any great expert. Grace had her own difficulties, but unfortunately they weren’t the kind that intervention would help.

  “Jack covers the Friday-night football games,” Grace reminded her. “Gordie was supposed to go instead, but something came up.”

  They continued to stroll through the market, mouths watering at the enticing scent of popping kettle corn carried on the wind. “Jack wasn’t happy about it.” Grace sighed. “Ever since then, he’s been driving me nuts, trying to get me to set up another movie outing, but between your schedule, his and mine—well, it’s getting too crazy to work it all out. I figured I’d just tell you.”

  “It’s about time he and I settled this, isn’t it?” Olivia said, eager to patch up her differences with Jack. They’d let their quarrel drag on weeks longer than it should have. She didn’t understand why he hadn’t simply called her, but…well, trust a man to do things the hard way.

  “Absolutely,” Grace said emphatically. “You’re both stubborn and headstrong. Now fix it.”

  Olivia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Grace speaking? Grace never ordered people about. Obviously she felt strongly about this, and that made Olivia feel good.

  Leaves billowed past and leaden gray clouds had begun to darken the sky. It would rain within the hour, she predicted.

  “You’re going, aren’t you?”

  “How will he know which movie?” Olivia hadn’t even decided what she wanted to see.

  “Jack’s a smart man, he’ll figure it out.”

  “If he was so smart, he’d—”

  “Olivia, are you going to argue with me, or are you going to accept some heartfelt advice and do what I suggest?”

  Before she answered, Olivia had a question or two of her own. “What’s happening with you and Cliff?”

  Grace sighed again. “Not a whole lot. After Dan was found, I told him I needed time to grieve for my husband. He understood.”

  Olivia nodded; that much she knew. “You haven’t seen him in a while.”

  “We talk every week. Cliff’s been doing a lot of traveling lately and he’s building a new barn.”

  “Why? Is he expanding?”

  “Yes. He’s serious about raising quarter horses and he’s increasing his herd. When we spoke last Saturday, he said he’s thinking of hiring a full-time hand.” She began to say something else and stopped, obviously aware of her friend’s ploy. She turned to stare Olivia in the eye. “Are you going to the movies this afternoon or not?”

  Olivia shrugged one shoulder.

  Grace laughed softly. “You’re going, and judging by the smile on your face, you can hardly wait.”

  That was the truth. Olivia wasn’t sure how Jack was supposed to know what showing she planned to attend or which movie, but as Grace had informed her, he’d figure it out.

  And Grace, it turned out, knew what she was talking about. No more than five minutes after Olivia had chosen her seat, munching popcorn and waiting for the movie to start, Jack Griffin entered the theater. He looked exactly the same as the last time she’d
seen him. He wore his long dark raincoat over beige slacks and a black turtleneck sweater. He walked past her down the aisle as if he hadn’t seen her and took a seat three rows up, directly in front of her.

  If he expected her to talk to him first, he had a lengthy wait ahead of him. Then, as though he’d forgotten something, he stood and marched toward the door. He was two steps up the aisle when he did a double-take, as if he’d just noticed her.

  “As I live and breathe, it’s Judge Lockhart.”

  “Jack Griffin, this is a pleasant surprise.” She played along, flushing with pleasure. It was so damned good to see her friend again, and the instant she did, she realized how much she’d missed him. Even more than she’d thought…

  “What brings you to a movie all alone in the middle of a Saturday afternoon?” he asked—as if he didn’t already know.

  It was time for the truth. No more games, just the truth. “You haven’t figured it out?” She grinned sheepishly up at him. “I came because of you.”

  “Me?” He gave an award-winning look of surprise.

  “Grace told me you were going to be here,” Olivia confessed.

  Jack snorted. “She told me you’d be here, too.”

  The theater darkened and Jack moved toward her row. “Do you mind if I join you?”

  “I was hoping you would.”

  He didn’t need to be invited twice, nearly leaping over her in his eagerness to get into the adjacent seat. As soon as he was settled, he tried to help himself to a handful of her popcorn.

  Olivia playfully slapped his wrist. “Kindly wait until I offer.”

  Jack sent her a hurt look, and when she slanted the bucket in his direction, he dug right in. “You couldn’t possibly eat all this by yourself, anyway.”

  “I might.”

  He snickered softly. “Are you always this bossy?”

  “Yes, and if you haven’t figured that out by now, you haven’t been paying attention.”

  “Are there makeup classes?” he asked, as he scooted down in his seat.

  Olivia smiled. “That can be arranged.”

  Jack reached for another handful of popcorn. “I’ve missed you.”