Snowbound with the Best Man

by Allie Pleiter

  Kelly straightened, putting her tablet back into the tote bag with a matter-of-fact air. “So, what are your plans for while you’re here in the valley?”

  “Oh, I’ve got a lot of things planned. Hikes, trips into Asheville, exploring the falls, looking for wildlife, maybe some sledding if we get any snow. I definitely plan for us to stay busy.”

  “Busy,” she said. He didn’t like the way she said it.

  “Hey, busy’s good. Little girls need to stay busy, right?”

  “Sure,” she said, but again with a tone that he couldn’t quite call agreement. “There’s happy, too, you know.”

  Happy? Come on, happy wasn’t really on the table for him at the moment. And he certainly wasn’t interested in discussing happiness or its lack in his life with this pushy florist he’d known for fifteen minutes. “Yeah, not so much, lately, if you know what I mean.” She did know what he meant, right? She’d been through it.

  “So there’s nothing that makes you happy?”

  My wife is dead. What do you think? “Carly.” When she leveled a look at him, he added, “Not much else.” Granted, it was a pouty answer, but Bruce wasn’t volunteering to become anyone’s healing project, not on vacation, or ever.

  “Okay,” she said slowly in a “so that’s how you want to play it” tone. “What makes Carly happy?”

  “Unicorns.”

  Bruce was just the tiniest bit pleased to have surprised her with the answer. “Unicorns?” she asked.

  “Long story I’m not going to tell you.”

  “Okay,” she replied in the same tone as before. “Unicorns and...?” She whirled her hand, as if cuing a list from him.

  “Well, based on our day so far, not hikes or wildlife or waterfalls or sledding or anything outdoors.” In fact, she’d shut down nearly every suggestion he’d had since they arrived. Except for going for ice cream, and look where that had gotten him.

  “So what does Carly like?”

  She enunciated the words as if he hadn’t heard the question the first time. His urge to up and leave was squelched only by the gleeful conversation Carly was having over at the counter with Lulu. He couldn’t afford to annoy Lulu’s mom if Carly was having so much fun with her daughter, could he? “Pink,” he replied, tamping down his irritation. “Spumoni ice cream. Stickers and coloring books. Kittens. Artsy stuff like beads and those rubber loopy bracelet things.”

  Kelly actually nodded after each of those, so maybe Carly’s favorite things were normal despite how foreign girlie arts and crafts felt to him. “And hopscotch,” he went on. It was a wonder he hadn’t listed hopscotch first—the game had saved his life so many dreary afternoons. It was mindless motion. You didn’t have to think or talk playing hopscotch. Bruce had a roll of painter’s tape in his suitcase just so they could put a hopscotch outline on their hotel room carpet if they felt like it.

  “Mom?” Kelly’s daughter called from the counter.

  “Yes, honey?”

  “Can Carly come over and play tomorrow after church?”

  Kelly actually smiled as if she’d seen that coming a mile off when it had never occurred to him until this moment that Carly could have playdates while on vacation. “Hey, Lulu,” Kelly said, raising one knowing eyebrow to him, “you know how to play hopscotch, don’t you?”

  Lulu spun around on the stool and rolled her eyes. “Of course. Everybody knows how to play hopscotch.”

  “I love hopscotch,” Carly gushed. He was cornered now, and he could tell Kelly knew it.

  “Pleeeeaaassseee?” both girls pleaded in a singsong chorus Bruce knew wouldn’t let up until he agreed.

  “I’d never hear the end of it if I said no,” he admitted. “So sure, why not?”

  “Hey, can Carly and her dad come to church with us? We’re frosting Valentine’s cookies at activity time. Miss Yvonne told me.”

  “Sometimes being friends with the town baker gets you inside information,” Kelly remarked with a grin. “Are you and Carly a churchgoing family?”

  Though he found the question a bit intrusive, Bruce appreciated that she referred to Carly and him as a family. They still were, if barely, but he’d noticed that people stopped using the noun once Sandy had passed, and that always bugged him. “We used to be.”

  She didn’t reply, but gave him the politely disappointed look he’d gotten from far too many members of the church he and Sandy used to attend. This woman was clearly pushy about more than just flowers.

  “Do you always evangelize people who’ve been in town less than half a day?” It came out sharper than it ought to have, but making peace with the God who’d let Sandy die was a mighty sore subject. People back in Kinston were so cloying about the way they tried to coax him back to church. Rather than supportive, Bruce found the sad sympathy and the trite assurances that Sandy was in “a better place” to be suffocating.

  “Hey,” she countered, “my daughter’s just inviting your daughter to something she thinks is fun. No agenda, no pressure. Just cookies.”

  Bruce put a hand up. “I admit, I’m a bit...defensive on the subject.”

  She cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

  He dug into his sundae for a moment, not sure how to smooth over the moment or even sure he wanted to.

  “I get it,” she said after a moment. “Everyone’s got an opinion on how you should behave, how you should heal, all that. Most people are trying to be helpful, but not always succeeding.”

  “No, not always.” Hardly ever.

  Kelly finished her milkshake with a long slurp. “Well, the offer stands. Church is at ten, just down that way.” She pointed down the street, and he could see a quaint white steeple sticking up from a line of trees. “Hopscotch begins at...let’s say one o’clock. Meet us at the flower shop just next door and we’ll walk to my house.” She looked up at the sky. “Tina and Darren wanted snow for the wedding. I think they’re going to get some.”

  Bruce had seen the forecast for the coming weekend. “Maybe more than some, huh?”

  Kelly’s face dropped. “Let’s hope not. Three or four inches of pretty fluffy snow is great—this place looks like a wonderland in a fresh snowfall. But a big storm...” She sighed, peering at the sky again. “Right now they’re saying the storm will stay west of us. But I expect I don’t need to tell a pilot that a million things could happen between now and Thursday when everyone’s arriving.” She stood and collected her bag. “You may be grateful you came in so early.”

  “Surely you all are used to substantial snowfalls. I mean, there’s a ski resort two towns over.” It shouldn’t be like his friends in Atlanta who could be blindsided by a snowstorm because they lacked the experience and equipment to deal with the snow-slicked roads and poor visibility.

  “We know what to do with snow,” she defended. “But when you add planes, deliveries, rental cars, travelers and nervous brides into the mix, you can imagine it gets a bit trickier. Your friend’s happiness aside, the valley’s got a lot riding on this wedding. I’d rather not have to pull it off in crisis-management mode.”

  Tina had said something about this place being relatively new at the wedding thing, but Bruce got the sense her tension came from a bit more than that. Her desire to make sure things went well stretched beyond integrity into something that smacked of seriously high stakes. There seemed to be more to this wedding than just a bride and groom saying “I do.”

  Chapter Three

  Jean Tyler clutched her ginger ale and gaped at Kelly. “Really? He used the word evangelize?”

  Kelly recalled Bruce’s sharp look. “Clearly I struck a nerve. I mean, I wouldn’t have extended the invitation for them to come to church, but it was Lulu inviting Carly. The two girls hit it off instantly.” Back when both women were single moms, coffee before church was a Sunday tradition for Kelly and Jean. Ke
lly resurrected the tradition before today’s service to talk over yesterday’s baffling events with the best man and his daughter the flower girl.

  “I wish I could be there to see if he shows.” Matrimony Valley’s pale mayor leaned back in her chair. “I wish I could be anywhere without feeling like I need an airsickness bag in my pocket.” She looked down at her bandaged ankle propped up on an ottoman. “I never thought I’d be thankful for a sprained ankle or miss being able to take painkillers so much.”

  “So no one has figured out the real reason why you fainted on the town hall steps?” Kelly asked.

  “I think Yvonne suspects. But you’re the only one who knows I’m pregnant. It’s far too early to make it public. But I was never this sick with Jonah. Well, not with morning sickness.” Jean’s young son, Jonah, was deaf as a result of a severe fever Jean had contracted while pregnant. Kelly understood why it made her friend skittish about this new baby on the way, despite how blissfully happy Jean was now that she’d reconciled with and married Josh—Jonah’s father. “How’s the wedding going? I’m thrilled you got Samantha Douglas. Coverage from Southeastern Nuptials could make a huge difference for us.”

  “I sure hope so. George is threatening to go on the fritz again, and I hate having to say a prayer every time I turn ignition on the van.” Kelly looked up at this morning’s sunnier skies. “The spring brides can’t get here soon enough. The snow, on the other hand, can take its sweet time.”

  “Oh, I know. Josh has been watching the weather reports, too. He’s trying to get out to San Jose and back one more time next week.” Josh and a partner ran a successful software company on the West Coast. While he’d arranged to live here most of the time, work still involved many trips to California. “The last thing I need is for him to be snowbound somewhere in Tennessee with me like this.” She put one hand on her belly and gingerly wiggled the toes that poked out from the bandage.

  Kelly squeezed Jean’s hand. “Come on, you know Josh. He’d buy a snowmobile and plow his way over the mountains to get to your side if you needed him.” She returned her gaze upward. There was almost a whole week until the wedding, and mountain weather was nothing if not changeable. Today’s sunshine could easily flee and be replaced by clouds dumping a load of snow into Matrimony Valley. “I’d hate for weather to complicate things for the wedding, that’s for sure.”

  “There is always that for winter weddings, isn’t there?” Jean patted her stomach. “The upcoming attraction here and I picked the wrong wedding to stick you with.”

  Kelly didn’t want her friend worrying like that. “Hey, every wedding is complicated in its own way. Believe it or not, this couple seems very easygoing. Well, except for the best man, that is.”

  “You’re right—he doesn’t sound easygoing at all,” Jean agreed.

  “The challenges are all logistical. And those are always easier than the emotional ones, you know that.” She dunked the doughnut from Yvonne Niles’s Bliss Bakery into the steaming cup of coffee Josh had offered her when she’d arrived. They used to do these gatherings outside so that Jonah and Lulu could play before church, but now Josh could be outside with the children while she sat warm and cozy in Jean’s living room.

  Jean set down her ginger ale. “So, how many contingency plans do you have?”

  “Two,” Kelly replied, gaining a suspicious look from the friend who knew her too well. “Well, okay, maybe four.”

  Jean settled back and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, let’s hear ’em.” While Jean had often chided Kelly for her controlling tendencies, it had always been a warmhearted, good-natured teasing rather than any kind of reproach. And she was always willing to listen to Kelly’s ideas and plans—the ones that let her feel a little more control over all the potential problems in her path.

  “If a storm socks in the Asheville airport, Tina and her parents can divert to Charlotte and we can send someone with a truck to pick them up. Hailey’s got a ‘snowbound special’ all set up to let guests have extra nights at the inn for a discounted price so they won’t feel compelled to leave right away if the roads are bad. Rob Folston’s stocked up on supplies at the hardware store, and Bill Williams said he’d lend out skates and flood the yard in the back of the store to make an impromptu ice rink to entertain stranded guests.”

  “All very clever,” Jean said.

  “And I convinced Samantha Douglas to come up for a set of exclusive interviews on Thursday so she’ll already be here before the worst of the storm is scheduled to hit—if it hits at all.”

  “Brilliant!” exclaimed Jean. “What interviews?”

  “Well,” Kelly admitted, “I don’t exactly have those arranged yet. Both Darren and Tina are supposed to arrive that day, so I’m planning both of them if they’d be willing. And...I was hoping a certain mayor would consent to one.”

  “Gladly.” Jean smiled. “But it’ll need to be a house call.” She wiggled her toes again, then winced. “Ouch. I really do miss those pain meds. Between my ankle and my stomach, this baby’s going to owe me.”

  Kelly opted to shift the conversation away from wedding contingency plans. The last thing Jean needed was additional stress. “Any chance you can make it to the church’s Valentine’s Day party?”

  “I hope so.” Jean shifted in her seat. “I can’t just disappear—I’ve got to show up a few places around town. I’ll just be munching on soda crackers rather than any chocolate and cookies.” The mother-to-be sighed. “I miss real food. I’ve been living on crackers, soup, ginger ale and toast. I’m jealous of your doughnut,” she whined. “I’m jealous of Jonah’s peanut butter and jelly, and I don’t even like peanut butter.”

  Kelly checked her watch; it was nice to catch up with her friend, but she needed to get going. She ought to be at church early on the off chance prickly Bruce Lohan actually did accept Lulu’s invitation. “Hang in there, Jean. This can’t last long. And just think how thrilled everyone will be when you can announce the baby. Josh looks over the moon as it is—I don’t think this will stay secret for long.”

  “My head knows that. My stomach, not so much.” Jean managed a pale smile as she shifted in her seat. “Just keep us in your prayers, okay?”

  “You know I will. You sit tight and try not to worry. I’ve got everything for this wedding under control.” Kelly gently hugged her friend. “Tina and Darren will have a terrific event, and Samantha Douglas will run out of superlatives to use in her article. We’ll have next winter booked solid with weddings before the Fourth of July.”

  As she and Lulu walked the few blocks toward church with Jonah and Josh, Kelly took stock of all the businesses along the avenue. Bill Williams, who ran the Catch Your Match Outfitters with his wife, Rose, could handle the slow winters. They ran full tilt during the summer not only with wedding guests but with locals who needed to stock up on gear for fishing trips. Wanda and Wayne Watson’s diner never really ebbed or flowed with wedding traffic, but they had seen an uptick in business despite Wanda’s rampant skepticism at the Matrimony Valley idea at first. The diner had been and would always be the place where locals ate—that would never change. Yvonne Niles’s bakery, like Kelly’s flower shop, had the most to gain from weddings. And both women were eager to see their businesses expand.

  A fully booked year—think of what that could do for the valley! Weddings were a months-ahead kind of business. A fully booked year would take away so much of the guessing and doubts of her life. With the exception of a few reliable holidays like Valentine’s Day, Easter, Christmas and such, flowers were mostly an impulse purchase, or bought for occasions such as birthdays or anniversaries that were significant only to a single couple—making a single purchase—at a time. A steadily predictable wedding income could mean the world to her and Lulu.

  Kelly looked up at the clear winter sky and its assortment of fluffy clouds. You’ve taken enough from me, Mother Nature, she chided silently.
Time to cut me a break and just send a pretty dusting of snow. No storm, you hear? The elk wedding needs to be perfect.

  * * *

  Bruce tried again. “I bet the woods look beautiful this morning. Chock-full of unicorns. Waffles, and then a walk—what do you say?”

  Carly flopped over on her bed like a five-year-old heap of drama. “I wanna go to Lulu’s church and make Valentine’s cookies.”

  The Almighty wasn’t fighting fair, bringing frosting into this. “You have to sit still a lot during church. Do you remember?” The fact that he had to ask pinched at his conscience.

  “I can sit still just fine. I wanna go. Lulu says it’s lots of fun.”

  For you, maybe, he thought, trying to envision himself sitting in a church pew again.

  “We won’t know anybody there except Kelly and Lulu.” Even as the words left his mouth, they felt like a weak argument. Besides, if almost no one knew him, then maybe no one could do that super-supportive “we want to be here for you” thing that made him cringe.

  He looked at Carly’s pleading eyes, aware he was losing this argument. Bruce Lohan had delivered firefighters into blazing mountainsides and pulled rescue victims from raging waters, but evidently he was no match for his daughter’s pout, or God wielding cookies.

  And so it wasn’t that much of a surprise that at 9:50 a.m. Bruce found himself standing at the door of Matrimony Valley Community Church, dragging his feet up the steps behind Carly’s insistent pulling.

  “Carly!” Lulu greeted happily as they hung their coats on the set of racks just inside the door. “Come sit with us!”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Kelly said, clearly giving Bruce an out if he wanted one.

  Bruce actually couldn’t decide which was worse—sitting with Kelly and Lulu or enduring the church service alone. He’d gone to a handful of services after Sandy’s passing, and once Carly skipped off to children’s church he’d felt excruciatingly solitary sitting in the pew alone.