50 Harbor Street

by Debbie Macomber

  After the fourth call, Ben snapped, “Turn that damn thing off.”

  “Sorry.” David did look apologetic as he reached for his cell and pushed a button. The telephone sang a brief song and then went silent.

  Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the waiter who brought coffee to their table with several varieties of sugar from which to choose. Charlotte was quite taken with the hard candy sticks that looked like something out of a confectionary store.

  Over coffee, David grew quiet. “You might’ve guessed why I wanted to meet with you, Dad,” he said as he stirred in the cream.

  “David, if this is about money—”

  “Dad, I’m in a tight spot.”

  “I can’t help you.”

  “Can’t or won’t?” David asked with barely suppressed anger.

  Ben’s shoulders heaved as if he’d inhaled sharply in an effort to control his own annoyance. “Since you put it like that, the answer is won’t. I refuse to give you another dime. You haven’t paid back the last two loans. I’d be a fool to give you more.”

  “I’m good for it. I promise.”

  “That’s what you said last time and the time before that. Why should I believe you now?”

  “Because it’s true. Dad, do you think it’s easy, coming to you like this? Do you think I’d do this if I had any other options?”

  He seemed about to say more but Charlotte could see that his arguments increased Ben’s irritation. “How much do you need?” she asked. She didn’t mean to intrude, but if it was a reasonable amount then perhaps Ben wouldn’t mind so much.

  “Five thousand,” he said after a moment. “That’s considerably less than I needed before,” he added with a hopeful expression.

  “What do you need it for?” Charlotte asked, wanting to help and not knowing how. Her questions didn’t please Ben, she could see that, but she felt badly for the young man.

  David shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

  “The usual, no doubt,” Ben cut in. “His credit cards are maxed out, he hasn’t paid his taxes and he’s paying alimony for two ex-wives.”

  “I’m getting a bonus this Christmas,” David said. “I only need the money for a couple of months, just to carry me through. You know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate. I’m telling you, Dad, money pressures are the worst. I can’t sleep nights. I can hardly eat.”

  “You certainly didn’t have a problem tonight,” Ben pointed out. David had obviously enjoyed his meal, and Charlotte was glad of that after seeing those prices. Fifty years ago, she could’ve fed her family for a week for the price of a single steak.

  David looked hurt. “This is the first decent meal I’ve had in ages. You have to know how difficult this is for me. There’s no one else I can ask.”

  “I’m sure it’s painful to ask for a loan,” Charlotte said sympathetically.

  David thanked her for her understanding with a smile. “I swear to you, Dad, I’ll pay you back. I don’t know what’ll happen if you turn me down.”

  “How old are you now?” Ben asked his son.

  David straightened slightly. “Forty-three.”

  “Really,” Charlotte said conversationally. “I would’ve guessed much younger.”

  David ignored her, holding his father’s eyes.

  “Forty-three is old enough to stand on your own two feet and stop expecting someone else to bail you out.”

  David’s shoulders slumped.

  Charlotte felt dreadful for him, but she couldn’t advise Ben when it came to dealing with his own child. She reached for Ben’s hand under the table and he gripped it hard.

  “I told you the last time that I’m not lending you another dime, and I’m sticking to that. I have to, David. I’m sorry you’re experiencing financial troubles, but apparently you didn’t learn your lesson.”

  “You’re telling me no.”

  “I am. Save your breath, because no amount of talking will change my mind.”

  David didn’t argue, didn’t get upset, but nodded as if he understood.

  “So far, all I’ve taught you is to come to me when you have money problems and that isn’t healthy for either of us.”

  “I agree,” David said reluctantly.

  “You pay me back what you owe from the first two loans, and then we’ll discuss future possibilities.”

  David pinched his lips together and nodded again. Pushing out his chair, he stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d better get back to my hotel. Thank you for the pleasant dinner. Charlotte, I think the smartest thing my father’s done in the last fifteen years was marrying you.”

  Charlotte blushed with pleasure. “Thank you, David.”

  He bowed slightly and walked out of the room.

  With his exit, the waiter walked over to the table and promptly delivered the bill.

  Ten

  Home from work early because of her doctor’s appointment, Cecilia Randall sat in front of her computer in the spare bedroom and logged on. She treasured every e-mail Ian sent, and when there wasn’t one waiting for her at the end of the day, she immediately felt discouraged. To her delight, there were two messages. She clicked her mouse on the first, but before the computer brought it up on screen the phone rang.

  Cecilia glanced over her shoulder, willing it to be silent. It was probably Cathy, wanting to hear how her appointment had gone. Everything was wonderful, and she had exciting news to share with Ian. She couldn’t tell Cathy before she told her husband. By rights, he should hear first. If she picked up the phone and Cathy was on the line, Cecilia knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the information to herself.

  After the third ring, she couldn’t stand it any longer and ran into the kitchen to grab the phone before the answering machine kicked in. “Hello,” she said breathlessly.

  “Cecilia?”

  “Ian?”

  “Oh, baby, I’m so glad you’re home. You wouldn’t believe what I went through to make this call.”

  “Ian, oh, Ian, it’s so good to hear your voice.” Tears filled her eyes. She loved her husband and missed him terribly. Every time he went to sea it was the same.

  “Tell me about the doctor’s visit,” Ian demanded, worry in his voice. “It was this afternoon, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes, yes, and everything went really well.” She was nearly bursting with what she’d learned.

  “They did the ultrasound?”

  “Yes…”

  “Everything’s all right with the baby?” He sounded afraid, and she didn’t blame him. If they’d had more than one ultrasound with Allison, the doctors would’ve discovered her heart condition before the birth. “Did the ultrasound show anything?”

  She leaned against the kitchen wall, almost giddy with happiness. “It did.”

  Ian gasped as if this was his biggest fear.

  “Ian, Ian, it isn’t anything like that. Oh, Ian, we’re going to have a son!”

  “What?”

  “The technician had a good view this time, and she showed me his little penis. We’re having a son.”

  Her husband was silent for half a second and then let out a yelp that must’ve echoed a hundred miles. Cecilia was sure everyone on the aircraft carrier had heard him. She understood; it was the proof he needed that this pregnancy was different from their first.

  Cecilia laughed with joy. They’d been told this second baby was likely a girl and that had only added to her husband’s fears. As Ian had said over and over, everything was the same as it had been with Allison. Cecilia was going to deliver another baby girl while he was away. Ian was so afraid for her, for them both. If they lost another baby…Cecilia couldn’t allow her mind to go down those dark paths.

  “They’re sure about the baby being a boy?”

  “I know what I saw.”

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Wonderful. Ecstatic. And very much in love with my husband.”

  “I love you, Cecilia.” His voice lowered with the weight of his em
otion. “I think of you day and night.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Working isn’t too much for you?”

  “Not at all.” Ian was such a worrier. But this job was vital to her. Without it, she’d sit at home all day with nothing to do. Using her accounting skills and providing a portion of their income weren’t the only reasons Cecilia chose to be employed. “Mr. Cox is so thoughtful and Allison’s coming in to the office every day after school.” Ian already knew this but she told him again. She made sure her e-mails were full of news about her everyday life. That seemed to reassure him.

  “Ah, yes. Allison Cox,” Ian said, sighing deeply. “You’re concerned about her, aren’t you?”

  “She has that new boyfriend.”

  “And you don’t like him,” Ian said.

  “Well, I don’t really know him, so I can’t dislike him, but he worries me. Did I tell you his name is Anson? What kind of name is that, anyway? He’s not the boy for Allison. He’s one of those Goth kids, dresses totally in black and—”

  Ian interrupted her. “Your father said I wasn’t the right man for you, remember?”

  At the mention of her father, Cecilia rolled her eyes. She’d come to Cedar Cove four years earlier in an effort to get to know her father. Her parents had divorced when she was ten, and her memories of him were vague and mingled with her mother’s bitterness. Cecilia wanted to form her own impressions of him. He’d seemed eager to know her, too.

  Cecilia’s mother had warned her against having any expectations when it came to Bobby Merrick, but this was something she had to learn on her own. It hadn’t taken her long to discover that her father was unreliable and irresponsible. When Cecilia lost her baby, his idea of comforting her was a sympathy card sent through the mail. He was sorry for her loss, he’d written. But not once had he come to see his daughter in the hospital. Not once had he offered to help her with the financial burden. He couldn’t even be bothered to attend Allison’s burial. The only thing her father had done for Cecilia was get her a job at The Captain’s Galley, where she’d met Ian. For that one small twist of fate, she would always be grateful.

  “You’re the right man for me,” she breathed, determined not to bring her father into the conversation. “Oh, Ian, I miss you so much.”

  “I’ll be home soon.”

  Not before the baby was born, but Cecilia couldn’t think about that. This time she wasn’t alone. Cathy Lackey would be with her and had promised to be her birthing coach. Cecilia had signed up for classes and they’d be starting soon. Cathy would go with her.

  When Cecilia delivered Allison she’d been alone, not knowing a soul other than her father. The baby had arrived several weeks early. Her mother had intended to fly out, but couldn’t reach her in time. Friendless and frightened, Cecilia had gone to the hospital on her own.

  “We need boy names, Ian,” she said, breaking off those painful memories.

  “Ah…I can’t think of anything at the moment. Let me e-mail you a few suggestions. Okay?”

  “Okay. But I think our son should have his daddy’s name.”

  “Too confusing,” Ian said. “Maybe for his middle name.”

  “That sounds fine.”

  “Listen, sweetheart, I have to go, but before I do I need to ask a favor for a friend of mine. He asked if you’d mind checking on a girl for him.”

  “Sure.”

  “Her name is Rachel Pendergast and she works at a beauty place in Cedar Cove called Get Nailed.”

  “I know it. Almost everyone gets their nails done there.”

  “Nate went out with Rachel a couple of times and seems pretty interested in her, but she doesn’t have a computer. Apparently she writes him a lot, but it isn’t the same as being able to communicate on-line.”

  “Couldn’t she use the computer at the library?” Cecilia asked. That was the one Cecilia had used when she and Ian were separated and she needed to keep in touch with him. With all the expenses related to burying Allison and the attorney’s fees for their failed divorce, she’d had no money for anything extra.

  “Apparently Rachel’s never been on-line and isn’t sure how it works. This is all new to her.”

  “I’ll get her started,” Cecilia promised.

  “Thanks, sweetheart.”

  “You’re welcome, my handsome, wonderful husband.”

  “How long has it been since I told you I love you?”

  Cecilia smiled softly. “Too long.”

  “I love you.”

  She giggled with sheer happiness.

  “A son,” Ian whispered. “A son.”

  Eleven

  This was moving day. Linnette’s brother had been a real help. He’d arrived at her Seattle apartment early Saturday morning with Lucky, his Australian Shepherd, and a couple of his friends who were volunteer firefighters with Mack. The only stuff left to move was her furniture and a few of the heavier boxes. Linnette had already taken over what she could, a little at a time, but the larger items required a truck, which she’d rented.

  “I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate this,” Linnette told her brother after he and his friends had loaded up the truck. Bryan and Drew were carrying down the dining room chairs. Her roommate had left a month earlier, and the place was now completely empty.

  “No problem,” Mack said. He’d stayed behind. Now he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I’m glad I can help. I’m hoping the two of us will have a chance to talk later.”

  Before Linnette could reply, Bryan stepped back into the room. “You ready to head out?” he asked. He seemed eager to get going. Drew followed him inside, chanting, “Hey, hey, hey. We’re on our way.”

  “I’ll be down in a minute,” Mack told them.

  “We’ll find a chance to talk,” Linnette promised.

  “Good. Maybe after we’ve unloaded the big stuff, we can chat and then I’ll drive the truck back to the rental place.” It cost less to rent the vehicle if it was returned to the original location. Mack had graciously agreed to deliver it to Seattle for his sister.

  Just as efficiently as he and his friends had loaded the U-Haul, they unpacked it, carted everything up the one flight of outdoor stairs and set her sofa, chair, lamp, coffee table and television in her small living room. Her bed and mattress, dresser and nightstand went into the larger of the two bedrooms. Her desk, chair and computer, which she’d carefully boxed, were in the second room. Eventually Linnette planned to add a sleeper-sofa and maybe a small work table. She wanted to start doing crafts again, which was something she hadn’t had time for while she was in school. The dining room table was a Salvation Army find, but it was pretty battered and Linnette hoped to replace it soon. With a regular income she’d have a few more options.

  When Mack and his friends were finished, Linnette treated them to take-out hamburgers, fries and cold drinks. As soon as they’d wolfed those down, Drew and Bryan were on their way back to Seattle, with Linnette’s fervent thanks ringing in their ears.

  Mack sat on her sofa, leaned forward and set his wadded burger wrapper on her coffee table. Lucky, well-behaved dog that she was, had stayed obediently out of everyone’s way and now rested at his side. As if gathering his thoughts, her brother waited a moment, then looked at Linnette. “Do you know what’s going on with Mom and Dad?” he asked.

  Her brother was astute, she’d give him that. “What makes you think anything’s going on?” She was interested in how he’d picked up on this so quickly. As far as Linnette knew, he wasn’t in regular communication with their parents.

  “Mom’s been phoning me every Sunday afternoon. It’s gotten to be like clockwork. She hadn’t said anything outright, but just recently, I’d say in the last couple of weeks, she’s made some remarks that don’t add up.”

  “Like what?”

  Mack hesitated. “For one thing, she casually mentioned that if anything were to happen to Dad, I should never doubt his love for me. I asked her if Dad was sick or there was something I should k
now, but she claimed there wasn’t. I don’t think she’d lie to me, but I’m pretty sure she’s not telling me the whole truth.”

  “Go on,” Linnette encouraged. Her brother had good instincts and she wondered how much information he’d been able to glean.

  “Every time Mom phones, she assures me everything’s fine. So, after a while, I started to think I might be imagining things.”

  “You aren’t,” Linnette was quick to tell him, and then went on to describe the postcards her parents had received.

  “They aren’t threatening?” Mack asked, frowning.

  “I can’t say for sure,” Linnette said. “The only one I saw said, ‘Are you thinking yet?’”

  “About what?”

  “According to Mom, Dad assumes this has something to do with his work on the police force.”

  “Some criminal he put away?” Mack speculated.

  “Perhaps someone who has a vendetta against Dad. Whoever’s doing this seems intent on psychologically wearing him down.”

  “That won’t work,” Mack said with a slow grin. “If this person wants to torment our father, all he needs to do is grow his hair long, refuse to play football, drop out of college and take a job at the post office. That’s enough to send the mighty Roy McAfee over the edge.”

  Linnette laughed, noticing anew what an attractive man her brother was. His build was similar to their father’s, but as far as his looks went, he took after Grandpa Wilson, their mother’s father.

  “Do you think they’re in any real danger?” Mack asked seriously.

  “I don’t know. I’ve tried to get Mom to tell me how long this has been going on, but she doesn’t want to worry me. The fact that she won’t talk about it concerns me more. I told her that, and she got all teary and said Dad’s been completely unreasonable.”

  “That’s unusual?” Mack teased.

  Linnette shook her head, smiling. “Apparently there’s been more than the postcards.” She sat down on the sofa beside her brother and stroked Lucky’s head. “Mom said something about a fruit basket being delivered.”