A Cedar Cove Christmas

by Debbie Macomber

  A Cedar Cove Christmas

  Christmas 2008

  Dear Friends,

  Anyone who knows me or has read my books for any length of time has figured out that I’m crazy about Christmas. For more years than my feeble memory can recall, I’ve written an annual Christmas story. It just seemed to make sense, considering how much I love the holiday season.

  Now, I have to tell you that this year’s story is downright inspired (if I do say so myself!). For not one reason, but two…First, when you start reading A Cedar Cove Christmas, you’ll quickly recognize the source—the original Christmas story that took place over two thousand years ago. Second, this book is a response to the question most frequently asked by my readers: How come there’s only one Cedar Cove book a year? My answer’s usually “I’m writing as fast as I can.” So this Christmas story is a bonus for all my readers who want more Cedar Cove. (Pay attention to the new characters here, because they’re bound to show up in future books!)

  My hope is that A Cedar Cove Christmas will put you in the Yuletide spirit…and that you’ll join your Cedar Cove friends in celebrating Christmas. (And for any readers new to town, let me assure you that you’ll quickly figure out who’s who and what’s what!)

  I enjoy hearing from you, so please log on to my Web site, www.debbiemacomber.com, and let me know what you think. Or write to me at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.

  Merry Christmas, everyone!

  DEBBIE MACOMBER

  A Cedar Cove Christmas

  To our dear friends

  Rhett Palmer

  and

  Claudia Faye Johnson

  plus

  Beni

  The cutest dog in the universe

  Some of the Residents of Cedar Cove, Washington

  Olivia Lockhart Griffin: Family Court judge. Mother of Justine and James (of San Diego). Married to Jack Griffin, editor of the Cedar Cove Chronicle. They live at 16 Lighthouse Road.

  Charlotte Jefferson Rhodes: Mother of Olivia and of Will Jefferson. Now married to widower Ben Rhodes, who has two sons, David and Steven, neither of whom lives in Cedar Cove.

  Justine (Lockhart) Gunderson: Daughter of Olivia. Mother of Leif. Married to Seth Gunderson. They live at 6 Rainier Drive.

  Will Jefferson: Olivia’s brother, Charlotte’s son. Formerly of Atlanta. Divorced, retired and back in Cedar Cove, where he has recently bought the local gallery.

  Grace Sherman Harding: Olivia’s lifelong best friend. Librarian. Widow of Dan Sherman. Mother of Maryellen Bowman and Kelly Jordan. Married to Cliff Harding, a horse breeder living in Olalla, near Cedar Cove.

  Maryellen Bowman: Oldest daughter of Grace and Dan Sherman. Mother of Katie and Drake. Married to Jon Bowman, photographer.

  Bob and Peggy Beldon: Retired. Own the Thyme and Tide B and B at 44 Cranberry Point.

  Roy McAfee: Private investigator, retired from Seattle police force. Two adult children, Mack and Linnette. Married to Corrie, who works as his office manager. The McAfees live at 50 Harbor Street.

  Linnette McAfee: Daughter of Roy and Corrie. A physician’s assistant, now living in North Dakota.

  Mack McAfee: Son of Roy and Corrie, brother of Linnette. Fireman and EMT in Cedar Cove.

  Gloria Ashton: Deputy in Cedar Cove Sheriff’s Department. Natural child of Roy and Corrie McAfee.

  Troy Davis: Cedar Cove sheriff.

  Pastor Dave Flemming: Local Methodist minister. He and his wife, Emily, are the parents of Matthew and Mark.

  Shirley Bliss: Widow and fabric artist, mother of Tannith (Tanni) Bliss.

  Shaw Wilson: Friend of Tanni’s. Works at Mocha Mama, local coffee shop.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  1

  Even though she was listening to Christmas carols on her iPod, Mary Jo Wyse could hear her brothers arguing. How could she not? Individually, the three of them had voices that were usually described as booming; together they sounded like an entire football stadium full of fans. All three worked as mechanics in the family-owned car repair business and stood well over six feet. Their size alone was intimidating. Add to that their voices, and they’d put the fear of God into the most hardened criminal.

  “It’s nearly Christmas,” Linc was saying. He was the oldest and, if possible, loudest of the bunch.

  “Mary Jo said he’d call her before now,” Mel said.

  Ned, her youngest brother, remained suspiciously quiet. He was the sensitive one. Translated, that meant he’d apologize after he broke David Rhodes’s fingers for getting his little sister pregnant and then abandoning her.

  “We’ve got to do something,” Linc insisted.

  The determination in his voice gave her pause. Mary Jo’s situation was complicated enough without the involvement of her loving but meddlesome older brothers. However, it wasn’t their fault that she was about to have a baby and the father was nowhere in sight.

  “I say we find David Rhodes and string him up until he agrees to marry our sister.”

  Mary Jo gasped. She couldn’t help it. Knowing Linc, he’d have no qualms about doing exactly that.

  “I think we should, too—if only we knew where he was,” she heard Mel say.

  Unable to sit still any longer, Mary Jo tore off her earphones and burst out of her bedroom. She marched into the living room, where her brothers stood around the Christmas tree, beers in hand, as its lights blinked cheerfully. Ever since their parents had been killed in a car accident five years earlier, her older brothers had considered themselves her guardians. Which was ridiculous, since she was over twenty-one. Twenty-three, to be precise. She hadn’t been legally of age at the time of their deaths, but her brothers seemed to forget she was now an adult.

  All four of them still lived in the family home. Linc and Ned were currently seeing women, but neither relationship seemed very serious. Mel had recently broken up with someone. Mary Jo was the only one eager to leave, chafing as she did at her brothers’ attempts to decree how she should live her life.

  Admittedly she’d made a mess of things; she couldn’t deny it. But she was trying to deal with the consequences, to act like the adult she was. Yes, she’d made a massive error in judgment, falling for an attractive older man and doing what came all too naturally. And no, she didn’t need her brothers’ assistance.

  “Would you guys mind your own business,” she demanded, hands on her hips. At five-three she stared up at her brothers, who towered above her.

  She probably looked a sight, although at the moment her appearance was the least of her problems. She was dressed in her old flannel nightgown, the one with the Christmas angels on it, her belly stretched out so far it looked like she’d swallowed a giant snow globe. Her long dark hair fell in tangles, and her feet were bare.

  Linc frowned back at her. “You’re our sister and that makes you our business.”

  “We’re worried about you,” Ned said, speaking for the first time. “You’re gonna have that baby any day.”

  “I don’t know nothin’ about birthing no babies,” Mel added in a falsetto voice.

  If he was trying to add humor to the situation, Mary Jo wasn’t amused. She glared at him angrily. “You don’t have to worry about delivering my baby. This ch
ild is my concern and mine alone.”

  “No, he isn’t.”

  From the very minute she’d tearfully announced her pregnancy four months ago, her brothers had decided the baby was a boy. For some reason, the alternative never seemed to occur to them, no matter how often she suggested it.

  “You’re depriving this baby of his father,” Linc said stubbornly. It was a lament he’d voiced a hundred times over the past months. “A baby needs a father.”

  “I agree,” Mary Jo told him. “However, I haven’t seen David in weeks.”

  Mel stepped forward, his disapproval obvious. “What about Christmas? Didn’t he tell you he’d be in touch before Christmas?”

  “He did.” But then David Rhodes had made a lot of promises, none of which he’d kept. “He said he’d be visiting his family in the area.”

  “Where?” Ned asked.

  “Cedar Cove,” she supplied and wondered if she should’ve told her three hotheaded brothers that much.

  “Let’s go there and find him,” Linc said.

  Mary Jo held up both hands. “Don’t be crazy!”

  “Crazy,” Linc echoed with a snort of indignation. “I refuse to let you have this baby alone.”

  “I’m not alone,” Mary Jo said. She gestured toward them. “I have the three of you, don’t I?”

  Her brothers went pale before her eyes. “You…you want us in the delivery room?” Mel asked in weak tones. He swallowed visibly. “You’re joking, right?”

  Mary Jo had delayed registering for the birthing classes because David had promised to attend them with her. Only he hadn’t managed to show up for the first session or the one after that or the following one, either. Giving up on him, Mary Jo had begun a session that week—a lot later in the pregnancy than she should have. She’d gone by herself and left the class in tears. Although she’d considered asking Ned if he’d be her birthing partner, she hadn’t found the courage to do it yet. And she wasn’t sure he’d be the best choice, anyway. Her other options were her girlfriends Casey and Chloe; however, Casey was terrified by the idea and Chloe, married last year, was expecting her own baby.

  “Right.” She struggled to maintain her composure.

  “That was a joke.”

  They released a collective sigh.

  “You’re distracting us from what’s important here.” Obviously, Linc wasn’t going to be put off. “I want to talk to David Rhodes, just him and me, man to man.” He clenched his hands at his sides.

  “And when Linc’s finished, I want a turn,” Mel said, plowing his fist into his open palm.

  Mary Jo rolled her eyes. She’d defended David to her brothers countless times. She’d defended him to Casey and Chloe—the only other people who knew David was her baby’s father. Casey worked with her at the insurance company in Seattle, so she’d met David, since he’d come to their office for meetings every few weeks, representing corporate headquarters in California. David had charmed just about everybody—with the possible exception of Casey.

  He’d always had such good excuses for missing the birthing classes, and she’d believed him. It was easy to do because she so badly wanted to trust him. He claimed to love her and while the pregnancy certainly hadn’t been planned, he’d seemed genuinely pleased when she’d told him. There were a few legal and financial matters that needed to be cleared up, he’d explained, but as soon as they were dealt with, he’d marry her.

  For a number of months Mary Jo had convinced her brothers that David’s intentions were honorable. Now, though, she had to resign herself to the fact that David wasn’t willing or able to marry her. She realized she didn’t know as much about him as she should. Granted, he was older by at least twenty years, but her infatuation had led her to dismiss the significance of that. Now Mary Jo had to doubt his sincerity. She hadn’t heard from him in more than two weeks and he wasn’t answering his cell phone, and even during their last conversation, he’d been preoccupied and abrupt. He’d mentioned that he’d be in Cedar Cove for Christmas with his father and stepmother and would call her then.

  “Do you want to marry David?” Ned asked. He was the only brother to take her feelings into consideration.

  “Of course she wants to marry him,” Linc answered, scowling at him. “She’s about to have his baby, isn’t she?”

  “I believe I can answer for myself.” Mary Jo calmly turned toward her oldest brother. “Actually—”

  “You’re getting married,” Linc broke in.

  “I won’t have you holding a gun on David!”

  Linc shook his head, expression puzzled. “I don’t own a gun.”

  She sighed; her brothers could be so literal sometimes. “I was speaking figuratively,” she said loftily.

  “Oh.” Linc frowned. “Well, I’m not talking figures, I’m talking facts.” He raised one finger. “You’re having a baby.” He raised a second. “The father of that baby needs to accept his responsibilities.”

  “He will,” Mary Jo murmured, although any hope that David would take care of her and the baby had long since been dashed.

  “Yes, he will,” Mel said firmly, “because we’re going to make sure he does.”

  “And that includes putting a wedding band on your finger,” Linc informed her, giving her a look that said he wouldn’t tolerate any argument.

  The baby kicked as if in protest and Mary Jo echoed the child’s feelings. She no longer knew what she wanted. In the beginning she’d been head-over-heels in love with David. He was the most exciting man she’d ever met, and without even trying, he’d swept her off her feet. Mary Jo had been thrilled when he paid attention to her, a lowly accounting clerk. Compared to the boyfriends she’d had—as naive and inexperienced as she’d been herself—David was a romantic hero. An older man, confident, witty, indulgent.

  “Mary Josephine,” Mel said loudly. “Are you listening?”

  Blinking to clear her thoughts, Mary Jo focused on her middle brother. “I guess not, sorry.”

  “Sorry?” Mel stormed. “We’re talking about your future here and the future of your son.”

  Despite the seriousness of the situation, Mary Jo yawned. She couldn’t help it. She covered her mouth with one hand and placed the other on her protruding belly. “I’m going to bed,” she declared.

  “Mary Jo!” Linc shouted after her as if she were a marine recruit and he was her drill instructor. “We need to decide what to do here and now.”

  “Can’t we talk about it in the morning?” She was too exhausted to continue this argument with her brothers at—she glanced toward the antique clock—almost midnight.

  “No.”

  “Linc, be reasonable.”

  “We have to get this settled.” Mel joined forces with his older brother.

  Again Ned didn’t speak. He cast her a look of quiet sympathy but he wasn’t taking sides. Mary Jo could see that he felt Linc and Mel were right—not about becoming Mrs. Rhodes but about the need for her to make some kind of decision.

  “Okay, okay, but we’ve already said everything there is to say.” She sagged onto the sofa and tried to keep her eyes open.

  Linc glanced at the clock, too. “As of about one minute ago, it’s officially Christmas Eve. Rhodes promised to be in touch before Christmas.”

  Exhaling a deep sigh, Mary Jo shrugged. “He might’ve said on Christmas. I’ve forgotten.”

  “Well, I haven’t.” Mel’s feet were braced wide apart, his arms folded across his massive chest.

  “I haven’t forgotten, either.” Linc, too, crossed his arms. They looked like bouncers at a tough bar, but Mary Jo feared the person they’d toss out on his ear would be David Rhodes.

  And he’d deserve it; she knew that. He’d deceived her not once, not twice, but a dozen times or more. Some of the responsibility was hers, though. Even though she was aware that he’d abused her trust, she’d continued to believe him, giving him chance after chance. Now her brothers were trying to save her from him—and from herself.

 
“David said he’d contact you before Christmas,” Linc reminded her. “That’s less than twenty-four hours.”

  “Yes, it is.” Her agreeing with him was sure to confuse her well-meaning brothers.

  Apparently shocked by her unaccustomed meekness, Linc frowned, then checked the clock again. “Yup, less than twenty-four hours. It’s time you realized he has no intention of doing the proper thing.”

  Mary Jo couldn’t argue with that. She was just tired of discussing it. “You never know,” she said, forcing a note of optimism into her voice.

  “Then you’re living in a dream world, little sister,” Mel said through gritted teeth.

  Ned sat down next to Mary Jo and reached for her hand. “Linc and Mel are right,” he told her gently.

  “About what?” She was so exhausted, her vision had started to blur.

  “Someone needs to get in touch with David. If we can’t find him, then one of his family members. He has to be held accountable.”

  Linc snorted again. “David Rhodes needs to make an honest woman of you.”

  If Mary Jo heard that one more time she was going to scream. “I am an honest woman! I don’t need David or any man to validate what each of you should already know.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Linc muttered. “Don’t get your knickers in a knot. It’s only an expression.”

  “What we all want,” Mel began, as if to clarify their thoughts, “is for you to be happy—with the father of your baby.”

  Mary Jo doubted that was even possible. She’d lost faith in David and as much as she wanted to believe he loved her and cared about their child, the evidence stated otherwise.

  “He’s not giving us any choice,” Linc said, his dark eyes menacing. “We’re going to find him and—”

  “Linc, please. Hold off for a few days. Please.” She hated to plead but it was Christmas and she didn’t want to see the holiday ruined for any of them. She was protecting David—again—and the irony didn’t escape her. Despite all these months of intermittent contact and broken promises, Mary Jo still felt the urge to shield him from her brothers.