by Rachel Hanna
“I would never do that!”
“You say that, but he probably said that too…”
“Are you saying I’ll be a wife beater? Thanks, Brad.”
“Of course I’m not saying that. Just making a point that she could be worried about you turning out like her ex while you’re worrying about her turning out like your ex. You can’t compare Tessa to Natalie. It’s not fair, just like it wouldn’t be fair for her to compare you to that louse of a husband she had.”
He made a good point. Aaron smiled at the irony of it all.
“I’ve never thought of it like that.”
“Well, I’m smart so I’m glad I could enlighten you.”
“Shut up, you moron,” Aaron said, punching his brother in the arm.
“Here’s my last piece of wisdom… You have to decide whether Tessa and Tyler are worth the risk. Then you’ll have your answer.”
Chapter 8
As she did most mornings now, Addison found herself walking along the shoreline on her way to Jolt. She was starting to get a routine going now that she was back in January Cove, and that felt good since her life had been anything but routine in the last few months.
With Christmas just another week away, she felt secure where she was right now. Having her family around her was giving her much needed strength, but it didn’t mean she doubted herself any less than she did before. The constant questions plagued her. The unknown parts of her life seemed to be the only certain thing she had.
She stared out into the ocean as the sun came up over the horizon. Another day. She was thankful for that. She quietly spoke to her baby, as she did a lot now, and promised to do her best to be a good mom.
“Good morning,” she heard a male voice say from behind her. Oh no. Who had heard her talking to her baby? More importantly, was it Clay? She turned.
“Good morning, Jackson,” she said with a relieved smile. “You’ve got to stop scaring me like that.”
“Here, I brought you a coffee and a muffin,” he said as he plopped down on the sand. Since Addison could no longer “plop”, she eased herself down onto the dry, cool sand and took the coffee and bagged muffin.
“Thanks. You already went to Jolt this morning?”
“Well, I do have an ‘in’ with the owner, you know,” he said with a wink.
“Gross.”
“I didn’t mean it like that! Get your mind out of the gutter, sis,” he said laughing. “I had an early morning conference call, so I needed some energy.”
“I like Rebecca a lot. You really scored on that one, bro,” she said. “She’s been so supportive of me even when I get nauseous or mess up the cash register.”
“She likes you too. And she understands, trust me.”
“I’m glad she does because I don’t. I wish I felt more like my old self, whatever that means.” Addison took a sip of her coffee and looked down at her feet.
“Things will get better, Addy. They always do. This is just a season of your life, but it’ll pass,” he said putting his arm around her.
“It’s just hard watching the total destruction of your marriage. It wasn’t a good marriage, but it was mine and I thought my life would be different. Things haven’t turned out at all like I’d planned.”
“Life never turns out like we plan, but you gotta roll with it. I never expected to be back in January Cove. Just like you, I thought I was destined for the big city life, but fate had other plans. I bet fate has other plans for you too.”
“I hope so. I wish I could be more like Clay…”
Jackson choked on his coffee. “Clay?”
“Yeah. I’ve been spending more time with him lately, just running into him here and there. Didn’t know he ran the ferry. Anyway… Clay has always known January Cove was his home, and he’s never had ambitions to leave. I wish I hadn’t left, but I know it was probably the best thing at the time.”
“Well, don’t have Clay’s ambition-less mentality. I don’t know how he makes ends meet with that ferry.”
Addison smiled inside because she knew his secret, but she wasn’t about to tell it to Jackson or anyone else. “It’s hard to think about the future right now. All I can think about is the baby and getting this divorce behind me.”
“But maybe you do need to think more about the future. What do you want to do with your life? I mean, what’s your passion? Is it still decorating?” he asked as he bit into a large blueberry muffin.
“I do love decorating, but lately I’ve got another idea in my head that I can’t seem to shake.”
“What is it?”
“Well, if I had the money, I’d buy the old Mallory house and open a B&B.” She waited for Jackson to sigh or roll his eyes, but it didn’t happen. Her serious to a fault brother made no sound and then spoke.
“Then you should do it. Make a plan and go for your dream, Addy,” he said softly.
“What? Who are you and what have you done with my very practical brother?”
“Look, I’ve learned a lot being with Rebecca even for this short period of time. She lost her husband in September 11th, and they thought they had all the time in the world before that. We don’t know what the future holds, so I think we need to pursue our dreams when we can.”
“But I can’t, Jackson. I have no money and a baby on the way. My dreams need to go on the back burner.”
“Maybe you can’t buy the Mallory place, but what about just working for yourself? You’ve got months before the baby gets here. Why not take on some decorating jobs? Call your company back in Atlanta and see if they have some jobs you can take on. You can always drive up for the day and meet with clients.”
Addison pondered the idea. It might work, so she would put it on her list of ideas.
“I might give that a try. Thanks, Jackson,” she said leaning over and putting her head on his shoulder.
“Well, I hate to eat and run, but I’ve got that conference call in ten minutes.”
She hugged him goodbye and started her own walk to Jolt. She had a few minutes, so she pulled our her cell phone to call the office and see if they had anything for her.
“Real Deal Decorating,” her secretary, Amber, answered in her usual upbeat voice. Although she had worked on her own when she first arrived in Atlanta, Jim had invested into her opening Real Deal after she’d built her reputation.
“Hey, Amber. It’s Addison,” she said. There was a long pause before Amber spoke.
“Oh… hey…” She seemed to be stammering over her words.
“Listen, I was wondering if we have any open jobs I could work on…” she started to say, but Amber interrupted her.
“I’m sorry, Addison, but we don’t.”
“Nothing? But we had quite a few extra jobs before I left…”
“Look, Addison, you really need to talk to Jim about this.”
“Jim? What’s he got to do with this?”
“Well, from what we’ve been told, Jim was the investor backing this company and he just let you run things. Now that you’re divorcing him, he’s taken the reins.” Her tone was snotty and sarcastic.
“Excuse me? Jim is running an interior design business? Seriously?”
“Actually, he hired a manager. She’s running things, but he’s in charge of the company.”
“We ran that company together, Amber, and you know it. He can’t just come in and take over!” Addison said through gritted teeth. She wasn’t going to cry and give anyone that ammunition against her.
“You need to talk to Jim. Or maybe your attorney,” Amber said, obviously brushing her off.
“Let me ask one more question before you hang up and gossip about me,” Addison said.
“Fine. What?” Amber said, sounding about as interested as a preschooler would be in this conversation.
“Who’s the manager?”
Amber paused before saying, “Tiffani.” Then she hung up.
Addison made it to Jolt in the nick of time and ran behind the counter to put on her apr
on just as Rebecca finished ringing up a customer.
“You okay?” Rebecca asked as the customer left.
“Yeah. Just not a good morning,” Addison said as she attempted to distract herself with wiping down the back counter.
“Can I help?”
“I doubt it. Unless you’re a hired assassin and don’t mind taking out my soon-to-be ex-husband?”
“No, sorry. My hired assassin days are far behind me. I own a coffee shop now,” Rebecca said with a giggle. Addison followed with laughter and felt better. “So what’s going on?”
Addison told her about the phone call to her interior design firm and how she was treated by her own former secretary. She also told her about the revelation that Tiffani was apparently back with Jim even though they’d supposedly broken up months ago. Of course, Jim wasn’t exactly a truth-teller, so maybe they never broke up at all.
“Surely he can’t just take the whole business?”
“You know, I don’t even care. I don’t ever want to go back there, and the business was floundering anyway. I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to kill my professional name up there. I just want to start over. I don’t ever want to see those people again,” Addison said as she banged the tamper for the cappuccino machine against the side of the counter. Rebecca carefully took if from her and smiled.
“Why don’t you sit down for a bit?” she said sweetly. Addison felt horrible. She wasn’t a very good worker so far. She leaned against the counter and sighed.
“My life has really gone off the rails. I’d understand if you want to fire me, Rebecca. I really would.”
“I’m not firing you! I love having you here, Addy. I’m glad it gives you something to do while you figure things out.”
“I just feel so useless. I’m used to being in charge and always on the go.”
“Maybe you need a hobby?” Rebecca suggested.
Addison laughed. “I’ve never been one for hobbies. Jackson suggested taking some freelance interior design work.”
“That’s a good idea too. I wish I hadn’t already redecorated this place…”
“It’s beautiful, Rebecca. You have a real eye for design.”
“I doubt that,” she said giggling. “Oh, look, here’s one of my favorite customers now!”
The bell dinged on the door and an older man walked in. Addison knew everyone in town when she left years ago, but not this man. He was short and thin and had barely a few sprigs of white hair on top of his head. He ambled in using a cane.
“Hello, dear,” the man said, giving Rebecca a kiss on the cheek as she leaned over the counter.
“Hello, Mr. Linden. What can I do for you today?”
“Oh, my usual, dear,” he said. She nodded and started pouring a cup of coffee. “Mr. Linden, this is my friend and new co-worker, Addison Parker. Addison, this is my secret boyfriend, Mr. Paul Linden.” Rebecca smiled and so did Mr. Linden.
“Well, we’d better not tell my wife about this,” he said chuckling. “Hi there, Addison.” Addison reached out and shook his hand.
“So what’s your regular?” she asked, trying to get to know her new customer.
“Coffee black, bran muffin. Pretty easy really. Helps keep an old man regular,” he said. More information than Addison needed.
“Hey, Mr. Linden, let me ask you something as a retired attorney…” Rebecca started.
“What’s that?”
Rebecca regaled him with tales of Addison’s marriage and upcoming divorce while she stood there with her mouth hanging open. Rebecca whispered to her, “Don’t worry. He never remembers anything we talk about, but his advice is always on point.”
When she was finished, he raised one of his bushy eyebrows and smiled.
“Well, I have to tell you that is an interesting story. And I find with stories like these that in order to get a happy ending, one must fight fire with fire. Your jackass of a husband needs a swift kick in the rear,” he said. Addison nodded in agreement but let the old man talk. “You’ve got to get evidence, my dear. Evidence that he’s been unfaithful, and that he did it first.”
“But there is no evidence…” she started.
“Oh, dear, there’s always evidence. One just has to know where to look.”
“Unfortunately, he’s got all the money. I can’t afford a long, drawn out process…”
“Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket and handing her a business card. “This is an old friend of mine. He’s an ex-police officer turned private investigator who specializes in things like this. Tell him I sent you. He’ll give you a deal, I promise.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking down at the card. The name was Harrison Gibbs.
“He can help you,” the old man said as he took his coffee and bagged muffin. “See you tomorrow!”
Rebecca waved as Mr. Linden left. Addison had a twinkle of renewed hope. Maybe this Harrison Gibbs could help her make sure that Jim didn’t win in the end.
Addison reached down into the big box, struggling to pull out the last of the ribbon. Her mother’s over-decorating at the holidays was exhausting her today. After working at Jolt, she’d been immediately recruited to help get everything ready for the big Christmas festivities that were coming in just a few days.
“I can’t believe I’ve got so many presents to wrap. All these new kids in the family this year have really put me behind,” Adele said with a smile. “I can’t wait to see Tyler open his building set. I hope Leo likes those jeans. Rebecca said they were his favorite kind. And giving Kaitlyn the circus tickets is going to be a big shocker for her!” Adele was simply giddy with Christmas cheer.
“You really love the holidays, don’t you, Mom?” Addison said, laughing as her mother went crazy curling the ribbons.
“Oh, sweetie, I adore this time of year! And this year all of my kids are together which makes it even more special. Of course, next year we’ll have your little bundle and maybe we can get Brad a date.”
“Hey!” Brad called from the kitchen where he was hanging garland across the breakfast area. “I heard that!”
“I was hoping you did,” she said sweetly as she continued wrapping. Brad had been the only one she could rope into helping on this day.
“Listen, Mom, I hope you don’t mind but I invited someone over for tea today. He’s a private investigator that a customer at Jolt recommended. He might be able to help me with my divorce case.”
“A private investigator? What’s he going to do?” she asked as she stopped wrapping and looked at her daughter.
“Well, I need to prove that Jim cheated first basically. Otherwise, I’m sunk. He’ll get everything because he knows I don’t want him spreading rumors all over town about me. Although I don’t know why I even care. I guess it’s the principle of the thing.”
“Then we’ll do what we need to do. If a P.I. is what you need, then I support that. Let’s sock it to him!” she said, holding her scissors in the air as if to signal the beginning of a battle.
Addison laughed. Her mother had always been her biggest cheerleader.
The doorbell rang about a half an hour later just as Addison finished helping her mother. She asked Adele to start some tea and opened the door to find a very handsome older man standing there. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. Maybe some guy in a trench coat. But this guy was “dapper” with a nice suit and thick brown hair with specks of gray in it. He was broad shouldered and looked more like an elegant news anchor or Hollywood celebrity than he did an ex-cop.
“Addison?” he said, his voice as smooth as his appearance.
“That’s me. Nice to meet you,” she said, reaching out and shaking his hand. “Come on in.”
He entered the home and followed Addison into the breakfast area.
“Mom, I want you to meet…” Addison started.
“Harrison? Is that you? Harrison Gibbs?” Adele said, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.
“Adele Parker? I thought you used to live around h
ere, but I had no idea this was your house! I should’ve put two and two together, I guess,” he said laughing. Adele came from around the breakfast bar and embraced him tightly.
“It’s so good to see you!” she said looking up at him. “And how’s Elaine?”
“Oh, Elaine and I divorced years ago. It’s one of the reasons I like to help ladies in Addison’s situation. I hate cheaters,” he said, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m so sorry, Harrison,” Adele said frowning. “I always thought Elaine was a lovely woman.”
“I did too, and so did several other gentlemen,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s been many years ago, and I understand she’s on her fourth marriage now.”
“Wow,” Adele said, making a tsk tsk sound with her tongue. “I just can’t believe what a small world it is!”
“Um, excuse me, folks, but can someone explain… this?” Addison asked. Harrison and Adele laughed.
“Sorry, sweetie. Harrison and your father were dear friends a long time ago, but we haven’t seen each other in many, many years. When was the last time we saw each other?”
“I think it was about a year after he died. Elaine and I ran into you at Seewald’s before we moved,” he said, referring to the old grocery store that used to be in January Cove.
“That’s right. Wow, that’s a long time.”
“It is. You look wonderful, Adele. The years have certainly been kind to you,” he said, and Addison couldn’t help but feeling like the third wheel even though she’d invited him over. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.
“Well, I don’t want to hold you up any longer than necessary, Mr. Gibbs,” Addison said, pointing to a chair at the table.
“Please, call me Harrison,” he said with a warm smile as he took a seat. “Are you going to join us, Adele?”
She smiled. It was a smile Addison had never seen on her mother before. Was that a flirtatious smile she just saw?
“Sure. If Addison doesn’t mind…”
“I don’t mind,” Addison said, feeling more like she was chaperoning two high school kids than sitting with a private investigator.
