“That’s all you wanted?”
“That’s it,” Roy answered. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem.”
As Roy disconnected, he grinned. He’d look into Linc Wyse’s background, but he doubted he’d find anything that would satisfy Leonard Bellamy’s hunger for negative information. Roy acknowledged he’d derive some pleasure from that when he made his report.
Fourteen
After three straight days of rain, the sun broke out shortly after noon on Saturday.
Mary Jo was more than ready to leave the duplex for a while. Noelle had been irritable all morning and a distraction would be good for both of them.
Despite the overcast skies and drizzle earlier in the day, Mack had been working outside, wearing rubber boots. He’d weeded the garden and was now erecting a fence around the backyard. He’d also promised to put up a swing for Noelle, which he planned to do.
There was a chance of rain, so Mack had suggested they drive down to the farmer’s market and include a stop at the library. Immediately after lunchtime, she bundled up Noelle and they set off, again taking her car.
When they’d parked in the free lot next to the library, Mary Jo got Noelle from the backseat while Mack set up the stroller. The baby gurgled happily when Mary Jo fastened her inside. Her little girl was growing so quickly. Already Noelle was sitting up on her own, and it wouldn’t be long before she started crawling.
They returned their library books, then walked over to the market, chatting about Joan and Jacob and the letters.
“There’s Grace and Olivia. At that booth with all the soap.” Mary Jo caught their attention and waved.
The two women immediately came toward them. Grace carried a small bag from the Soap People and as they drew closer Mary Jo could smell the distinctive scent of lavender.
“Don’t tell me that’s Noelle,” Olivia said, leaning over to get a better look at the baby. “Oh, my, she has two little teeth.”
After the months of chemo, Olivia’s hair had grown back in short, bouncy curls all over her head. Mary Jo wasn’t sure what the color or texture had been before but it was silver now, and Mary Jo thought it was beautiful. She hadn’t met Olivia until last December, when she was in the middle of her fight with cancer. She’d been so thin and pale. So fragile. She was a different woman now, still thin but healthy and vibrant.
“We’re off to shop,” Grace told them after they’d visited for a few minutes.
“Have fun, you two,” Mack said as he steered Mary Jo toward the market.
Mary Jo purchased two pounds of fresh clams and invited Mack to share in her feast that night. He bought a crusty loaf of French bread from the local bakery and salad makings, plus a bottle of white wine to complement their meal. She told him that soon they’d have produce from their garden—lettuce and peppers and beans.
“Our garden,” Mary Jo said again. Mack had done all the hard work, tilling the ground and preparing the soil. True, she’d done the planting, but they’d both contributed to the weeding and watering. From the beginning they’d agreed to share the bounty.
“Well, sure, it’s our garden,” Mack said, sounding surprised. “And I’ve enjoyed working in it as much as I’m going to enjoy eating all that good stuff.”
A man who liked gardening. That seemed to her a very positive thing. It showed how nurturing and patient he was, how generous. She didn’t want to fall in love with him and yet it was almost impossible not to….
Out of the corner of her eye, Mary Jo noticed her brother and his wife. She was about to mention it when she saw Linc place his arm around Lori. Marriage had changed her oldest brother. Mary Jo became aware of the subtleties it had brought into his life—or, perhaps, revealed in his personality—every time she saw him.
For years Linc had been on his guard, looking after his family. He’d taken on the responsibilities of a parent, constantly worrying about his siblings, trying to protect them. He hadn’t liked it when Mary Jo had moved to Cedar Cove, but her decision had been a turning point for him, as well.
She’d made a mess of things by trusting David Rhodes. Naively, she’d believed he loved her, because it was what he’d said and what she wanted to believe. All his lies and false promises had left her pregnant and alone.
In giving herself to David, she’d rebelled against the control Linc had over her. Her pregnancy had complicated everything—and yet it was the beginning of a new order in the Wyse family. She’d moved to Cedar Cove and, as an indirect result of that, Linc had met Lori. Over the past few months Mary Jo’s relationship with her brother had begun to change. He became her brother for the first time since they’d lost their parents. Her brother and not a surrogate father.
“Isn’t that Linc and Lori?” Mack asked.
Mary Jo nodded. The differences in Linc were apparent in more than just his attitude. He seemed at ease with himself and the world. He behaved like a carefree young man, and she realized how much he’d been robbed of after their loss. Selfishly, all Mary Jo had thought about were her own feelings, not his. She regretted her adolescent rebelliousness, recognizing that, without ever intending to, she’d made his life harder.
They met and chatted for a few minutes, making tentative dinner plans for later in the week. Then Mack and Mary Jo resumed walking through the market. Mack purchased a couple of quilted bibs for Noelle, who seemed to constantly drool now that her teeth were coming in. Mary Jo tied a pink one around her neck right away.
Around three o’clock, the market started to wind down. Mack suggested they continue their stroll along the waterfront. The afternoon was so bright and sunny that Mary Jo eagerly agreed. Noelle had fallen asleep, and Mary Jo felt relaxed, contented in the sunshine and Mack’s presence.
The Seattle ferry had just pulled into the Bremerton dock and seagulls circled overhead. The scent of the tide going out filled her nostrils.
Pushing the stroller with one hand, Mack clasped her hand with the other. They didn’t speak. The simple pleasure of walking by the water, all her senses engaged—being with Mack—made her happier than she’d been in a long time. She was about to tell Mack exactly that when a familiar voice spoke behind them. “Well, isn’t this a cozy picture.”
Mary Jo’s blood turned to ice. David Rhodes.
At the sound of David’s voice, Mack whirled around. Instinctively Mary Jo moved closer to him.
“What do you want?” Mack demanded.
“That’s none of your business,” David answered defiantly.
Seeing her baby’s father so unexpectedly was almost more than she could tolerate. Her entire body started to shake.
“I see it didn’t take you long to find my replacement,” David said, staring at Mack. He smiled then, that easy, confident smile she knew so well. “Actually, he’s welcome to you. All I care about is my daughter.”
“What are you doing here?” Mary Jo asked, then regretted the question. The answer was obvious. He’d come to see his father and stepmother. Or worse, he’d come in search of her and Noelle.
While he claimed all he cared about was Noelle, she noticed that he hadn’t glanced once at the stroller or their daughter, as if Noelle didn’t even exist.
“I came to find you,” David said, looking directly at Mary Jo.
“Why?” She hated the way her voice trembled.
“You know why.”
But she didn’t. Nor did she want to.
“Stay out of Mary Jo’s life,” Mack said from between clenched teeth.
Mary Jo placed a calming hand on his forearm. She didn’t want this to turn into a sparring match, although she was fairly sure that if it did, Mack would easily overtake David. Seeing him now, with his puffy face and bloodshot eyes, she wondered why she’d ever been attracted to the man.
Even as she asked herself that question, her mind provided an immediate response. In David she’d seen freedom, a way out from under her brother’s thumb. David Rhodes had offered her an escape, and she’d been both
foolish and blind enough to take it.
David returned his attention to Mary Jo. “I’m here to warn you that if you file for child support with the state, you’ll be sorry.”
“You threaten Mary Jo and you’ll deal with me,” Mack growled. He brushed her hand from his forearm and stood directly in front of David.
David didn’t back down. “As I mentioned earlier,” he said in a congenial voice, “this really isn’t any of your business. The matter of our child—and who gets to keep her—is between Mary Jo and me.” He looked at Mary Jo again, his eyebrows raised. “My father said he advised you to file for child support.”
Mary Jo swallowed uncomfortably. Ben had brought up the subject this past Wednesday, when she’d stopped by for her weekly visit. He’d felt David should be held financially accountable for his daughter. The fact that David had denied any responsibility disturbed Ben, and he’d urged Mary Jo to file for support. She’d promised to consider it. She hadn’t discussed any of this with Mack, but had been quietly contemplating a course of action. Her biggest fear was that if she did file, David would insist on visitation rights, and he seemed to be implying that he would. She couldn’t bear the thought of handing Noelle over to David, since she didn’t trust him.
“I won’t,” she blurted out.
A slow smile appeared on David’s face. “That’s a wise decision.”
Mack took a menacing step forward.
David held up one hand. “Mary Jo can make her own decisions,” he said calmly. “She doesn’t need any help from you.”
“I plan on marrying her,” Mack told him.
David shrugged. “Well, good for you, but don’t forget I had her first.”
For an instant Mary Jo felt as if she was going to be sick. “Stop it!” she shouted. “Just stop it.”
Noelle woke with a piercing cry. Mary Jo and Mack reached for her at the same time, bumping heads in the process. Mary Jo grabbed her daughter, turning her back on both Mack and David. She was shaking so badly it was almost impossible to walk.
This confrontation was horrible. Every fear she’d ever had regarding David seemed to be staring her in the face. For the second time since leaving Seattle she had the strongest desire to move back to her family home.
Mack caught up to her a moment later, touching her shoulders. “David’s gone,” he said quietly.
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his face concerned.
Mary Jo wasn’t sure how to answer him. Every part of her trembled with shock and reaction. She never wanted to see David again as long as she lived. As for turning Noelle over to him—she’d rather die. His threat was all too real, and Mary Jo refused to take chances with her daughter. The less Noelle had to do with her biological father, the better.
“Mary Jo?” Mack’s hands tightened on her shoulders. “Answer me. Are you all right?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You’re shivering.”
Perhaps because she sensed her mother’s tension, Noelle began to cry. Mary Jo bounced her baby gently in her arms and whispered words of reassurance.
Mack took control then, getting Mary Jo and Noelle back to the car, then dealing with the stroller. Once inside, he started the engine.
“I want to go home,” she whispered.
“That’s where I’m taking you,” Mack said soothingly.
“I mean Seattle.” She gazed straight ahead.
“Mary Jo—”
“Noelle and I will be safe there.”
“You’re safe with me,” Mack countered.
“David’s never been to the house in Seattle. He…he doesn’t even know where my family lives.”
“You’re not thinking clearly,” Mack said urgently. “He could get their address, no problem.”
Although she knew he was right, Mary Jo didn’t care. Every instinct she possessed told her to run and hide. She didn’t want to risk running into David ever again and if she remained in Cedar Cove that would always be a possibility.
“I’m calling Troy Davis,” Mack told her.
“The sheriff? Why?”
“I want you to file a restraining order against David Rhodes.”
“On what grounds?” she asked.
“There must be something,” he said stubbornly. “We can look into it.”
Still, she didn’t know if that was the best way to handle the situation.
In what seemed like only a minute, they were back at the duplex. But when Mack pulled into the driveway, he made no move to leave her car.
“Will you get a restraining order?”
“That won’t stop him.”
“Maybe not, but it gives the sheriff the authority to arrest him. I refuse to allow this man to threaten you and Noelle.”
“I…I—”
“We’ve come too far to let him stand between us now,” Mack said.
Wiping her face, Mary Jo felt torn by indecision. Her afternoon had begun with such promise, meeting special friends, seeing her brother and Lori—and now this.
She looked at Mack. “Hold me. Please, just hold me.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and Mary Jo buried her face in his chest. Closing her eyes, she took in his warmth and his love. Soon the trembling subsided.
“Okay now?” Mack whispered.
She nodded.
“No more talk of moving back to Seattle?”
“Not my smartest idea,” she admitted.
“Good.”
She straightened. “You heard what David said. Ben wants me to file for child support. He believes David needs to be held responsible for Noelle.”
“Is that something you want to do?”
“I…I don’t know.” Ben had made a good case, but although she’d listened intently to everything the older man had said, Mary Jo wasn’t convinced.
“I don’t like the idea of David talking to you like that.” Mack’s voice was steely. “I don’t like his threats or his insinuations.”
“He’s afraid.” She realized that he dreaded facing eighteen years of child support and wanted out. If that involved making her life miserable, then he’d do it.
Mack opened the door. “I meant what I said.”
Mary Jo looked at him, confused by his comment. “About what?”
“Marrying you.”
Not that again. “Mack, thank you, but no.”
He stared at her, and for an instant she saw hurt and disappointment in his eyes before he could disguise his feelings.
“Haven’t we been through this before?” she asked, hoping to make light of his proposal. “The last time, your proposal was prompted by another one of David’s threats.” If he really wanted to marry her, Mary Jo wanted to be loved for herself and not because Mack was afraid of losing her or Noelle to David Rhodes.
“I guess I forgot,” he muttered, striding toward his side of the duplex.
“Mack!” she called.
Abruptly he turned to face her. “What?”
“You’re still coming for dinner, aren’t you?”
He shook his head. “No, thanks. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Fifteen
Shirley Bliss was curled up on her living room sofa, feet tucked beneath her and a cup of tea in her hand. Her friend Miranda sat across from her, holding an identical mug, also filled with steaming tea. Miranda had recently accepted a part-time job with Will Jefferson, which in Shirley’s opinion was good for Will and for Miranda. Her friend didn’t need the money, but she was at loose ends and Will could use the help. Besides, Miranda had connections that could benefit the gallery.
Her husband had been a well-known landscape artist. Miranda dabbled in art, too, although she lacked the discipline to capitalize on her talent. However, she had an excellent eye and her criticism was incisive.
“I’ve been dying to hear about your hot date with Will Jefferson,” Miranda said.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a hot date,” Shirley said, not meeti
ng her eyes. Shirley felt mildly guilty for accepting Will’s invitation. In all likelihood, she would’ve found yet another excuse to refuse if not for the fact that he’d asked her to the gallery event, where she’d met Larry Knight. Shirley couldn’t turn down the opportunity of a lifetime.
When they did meet, Larry was everything she’d imagined and more. They hadn’t spoken long. He’d told her he’d lost his wife five years earlier, and an instant rapport had developed between them. Those minutes alone with him—despite being in a room full of people—had been magical.
“Will took you to Canlis, didn’t he?” This was one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Seattle.
“Uh, yes.”
Miranda gave a short laugh. “Apparently he didn’t get the message that you don’t eat red meat.” Shirley wasn’t a full vegetarian and did on occasion eat beef, but not often and never steak.
“He got it by the end of the night.” The message about her food preferences wasn’t the only one. She couldn’t have been any clearer—she wasn’t interested in pursuing a relationship with Will Jefferson. While she appreciated everything he’d done for Tanni and Shaw, that appreciation didn’t imply any kind of romantic relationship.
“He talked you into letting him display your dragon piece.”
That, too, had been prompted by the guilt Shirley felt over using Will, primarily in the situation with Tanni and Shaw. The dragon was a deeply personal work of art that she’d never allowed in public before and wouldn’t again. He wanted it up for the summer and she’d reluctantly consented, after initially agreeing to only one month.
To her, the dragon symbolized the fiery grief the death of her husband had brought into her life. Shirley had made the fabric collage shortly after her husband, Jim, was killed in a motorcycle accident. Will had taken one look at it and practically begged her to let him display it. After weeks of turning him down she’d finally acquiesced, with the proviso that specific measures be taken to protect it. Will had accepted her conditions.
“Have you talked to Will since last Sunday?” Miranda asked.
Shirley shook her head. His reticence was mildly surprising. He’d been finding one reason or another to contact her every other day and then…silence. Not that Shirley was complaining.
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