Mel wasn’t wrong there.
“Maybe we should bring her a gift just so she’ll know how concerned we are about her and the baby. How much we care. We want her with us for Christmas, don’t we?”
“What woman doesn’t like gifts?” Linc said, thinking out loud.
“Yup,” Ned said, smiling at Mel. “It couldn’t hurt.”
Linc con ceded. “Okay, then, we’ll each bring her a gift.”
They re turned to their individual bed rooms, planning to meet in the kitchen five minutes later. Linc had gone on line a few weeks ago and ordered a miniature foot ball, basketball and soccer ball for his yet-to-be-born nephew. He couldn’t speak for the others, but he suspected they too had chosen gifts that were geared to ward sports. At first he figured he’d bring the football, but then he reconsidered. He’d been after Mary Jo to save money and in an effort to encourage her, he’d purchased a gold coin that he planned to present on her birth day in February. Perfect. He pocketed the coin and hurried to the kitchen.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Ready,” Mel echoed.
“Me, too,” Ned con firmed.
The three brothers hurried out to the four-door pickup Linc drove. Mel automatically climbed into the front passenger seat and Ned sat directly be hind him.
“You got your gift?” Linc asked Mel.
“Yeah. I’m bringing her per fume.”
“Good idea,” Linc said approvingly. “Where’d you get it?”
“I actually bought it for Annie, but I’ll get her something else….”
“Ned?” Linc asked.
“In cense,” his youngest brother mum bled.
“You brought her what?”
“In cense. She likes that stuff. It was gonna be part of her Christmas gift any way.”
“Okay…” Linc shook his head rather than ask any further questions. What ever his brothers chose to bring Mary Jo was up to them.
He turned his key in the ignition, then rested his arm over the back of the seat and angled his head so he could see be hind him as he re versed out of the drive way. He’d reached the stop sign at the end of the block before it occurred to him to ask.
“Which way?”
“North,” Mel said.
“Cedar Cove is south,” Ned contradicted.
“For crying out loud.” Linc pulled over to the curb. Leaning across his brother, he opened the glove box and shuffled through a pile of junk until he found the Washington State map he was looking for. Dropping it on Mel’s lap, he said, “Find me Cedar Cove.”
Mel immediately tossed it into the back seat. “Here, Ned. You seem to think you know where it is.”
“It was just a guess,” Ned pro tested. Nevertheless he started to un fold the map.
“Well, we don’t have time for guessing. Look it up.” Linc put the truck back in gear and drove to ward the freeway on-ramp. He assumed Ned would find Cedar Cove before he had to decide which lane to get into—north or south.
He was nearly at the ramp before Ned cried out triumphantly. “Found it!”
“Great. Which way should I go?”
Linc watched his brother through the rearview mirror as he turned the map around. No answer.
“Which way?” Linc asked impatiently.
“South.”
“You don’t sound too sure.”
“South,” Ned said again, this time with more conviction.
Linc entered the lane that would take him in that direction. “How far is it?” he asked.
Ned stared down at the map again. “A ways.”
“That doesn’t tell me a darn thing. An hour or what?”
“All right, all right, give me a minute.” Ned balanced the map on his knees and studied it intently. After carefully walking his fingers along the edge of the map, Ned had the answer. “I’d say…ninety minutes.”
“Ninety minutes.” Linc hadn’t realized it was that far.
“Maybe longer.”
Linc groaned silently. Traffic was heavy, which was to be expected at noon on Christmas Eve. At the rate they were crawling, it would be hours before they got there, which made their mission that much more urgent.
“Should we con front the Rhodes family first thing?” Mel asked.
“Damn straight. They need to know what he’s done.”
Ned cleared his throat. “Don’t you think we should find Mary Jo first?”
Linc nodded slowly. “Yeah, I sup pose we should.”
They rode in silence for several minutes.
“Hey.” Ned leaned for ward and thrust his face between the two of them.
“What now?” Linc said, frustrated by the heavy traffic, which was guar an teed to be even worse once they hit Tacoma.
“How did Mary Jo get to Cedar Cove?” Mel asked.
“Good question.” Linc hadn’t stopped to consider her means of transportation. Mary Jo had a driver’s license but didn’t need a vehicle of her own, living in the city as they did. Each of the brothers owned a car and she could borrow any one of them when ever she wanted.
Ned sat back and studied the map again and after a few minutes announced, “Cedar Cove is on the Kit sap Peninsula.”
“So?” Mel muttered sarcastically. The traffic was apparently making him cranky, too.
“So she took the ferry over.”
That explained it. “Which ferry?” Linc asked.
“She probably caught the one from down town Seattle to Bremerton.”
“Or she might have got ten a ride,” Mel said.
“Who from?” Ned asked.
“She wouldn’t bother a friend on Christmas Eve.” Ned seemed confident of that.
“Why not?” Mel demanded.
“Mary Jo isn’t the type to call some one at the last minute and ask that kind of favor,” Ned told them. “Not even Chloe or Casey—especially on Christmas Eve.”
Linc agreed with his brother.
They drove in silence for another fifteen minutes before any one spoke.
“Do you think she’s okay?” Ned asked tentatively.
“Sure she is. She’s a Wyse, isn’t she? We’re made of stern stuff.”
“I mean physically,” Ned clarified. “Last night she seemed so…” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“Seemed what?” Linc prompted.
Ned shrugged. “Ready.”
“For what?” Mel asked.
Mel could be obtuse, which was only one of his character flaws, in Linc’s opinion. He was also argumentative.
“To have the baby, of course,” Linc said, casting his brother a dirty look.
“Hey, there’s no reason to talk to me like that.” Mel shifted his weight and stared out the side window. “I’ve never been around a pregnant woman before. Besides, what makes you such experts on pregnancy and birth?”
“I read a book,” Ned told them.
“No way.” Linc could hardly believe it.
“I did,” Ned insisted. “I figured one of us should. For Mary Jo’s sake.”
“So one book makes you an expert,” Mel teased.
“It makes me smarter than you, any way.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Mel argued.
“Quit it, you two.” Linc spent half his life settling squabbles between his brothers. “You.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Call her cell.”
Ned did, using his own. “Went right into voice mail,” he said. “Must be off.”
“Leave her a message, then.” Linc wondered if he had to spell everything out for them.
“Okay. Who knows if she’ll get it, though.”
After that they drove in blessed silence for maybe five minutes.
“Hey, I just thought of something.” Mel groaned in frustration. “If Mary Jo took the ferry, shouldn’t we have done the same thing?”
Good point—except it was too late now. They were stuck in the notorious Seattle traffic, going no where fast.
Five
Mary Jo hated the idea of re turning to Se
attle having failed in her at tempt to find either David or his family. He wasn’t in Cedar Cove the way he’d promised; not only that, his parents weren’t here, either. Ben and Charlotte Rhodes would show up the next afternoon or evening, but in the mean time…
The thought of her brothers approaching the elderly couple, shocking them with the news and their outrageous demands, made the blood rush to her face. Her situation was un com fort able enough with out her brothers riding to the rescue like the super heroes they weren’t.
The fact that Mary Jo had left on Christmas Eve was only going to rile them even more. Linc, Mel and Ned were probably home from the gar age by now. Or maybe they’d skipped work when they found her note on the coffee maker and immediately set out in search of her. Maybe they were al ready driving up and down the streets of Cedar Cove….
Looking around, Mary Jo could see that the library was about to close. People were put ting on coats and checking out their books. She wondered how an hour had disappeared so quickly. Now what? There wasn’t a single vacant room in the vicinity, which meant the only thing to do was thank Grace Harding for her help and quietly leave.
She waited until the librarian stepped out of her office. The least she could do was let Grace know how much she appreciated her kind ness. As she approached, Mary Jo rose from her chair.
All of a sudden the room started to sway. She’d been dizzy before but never like this. Her head swam, and for an instant she seemed about to faint. Blindly Mary Jo reached out, hoping to catch her self before she fell.
“Mary Jo!” Grace gasped and rushed to her side.
If the other woman hadn’t caught her when she did, Mary Jo was convinced she would’ve collapsed onto the floor.
Slowly, Grace eased her into the chair. “Laurie!” she shouted. “Call 9-1-1.”
“Please…no,” Mary Jo pro tested. “I’m fine. Re ally, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
A moment later, the assistant be hind the front counter hurried over to join Grace and Mary Jo. “The fire department’s on the way.”
Mortified be yond words, Mary Jo leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Need less to say, she’d be come the library’s main attraction, of far greater interest than any of the Christmas displays. Everyone was staring at her.
“Here, drink this,” Grace said.
Mary Jo opened her eyes to find some one holding out a glass of water—again. Her mouth had gone completely dry and she took it gratefully. Sirens could be heard roaring to ward the library, and Mary Jo would’ve given anything to simply disappear.
A few minutes later, two fire fighters entered the library, carrying their emergency medical equipment. One of the men moved toward her and knelt down.
“Hi, there.” The firefighter’s voice was calm.
“Hi,” Mary Jo said weakly.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“I just got a bit light-headed. I wish they hadn’t called you. I’m perfectly okay.”
He ignored her comment. “You stood up?”
She nodded. “The room began to sway and I thought I was going to faint.”
“I think she did faint,” Grace added, kneeling down next to the fire fighter. “I some how got her back into the chair. Otherwise I’m sure she would’ve crumpled to the floor.”
The fire fighter kept his gaze on Mary Jo. He had kind eyes and, de spite everything, she noticed that he was attractive in a craggy, very masculine way. He was in his late twenties, she guessed, a few years older than she was.
“My name’s Mack McAfee,” he said. “And that guy—” he pointed to the other fire fighter “—is Brandon Hutton.”
“I’m Mary Jo Wyse.”
Mack smiled, maintaining eye contact. “When’s your baby due?”
“January seventh.”
“In about two weeks then.”
“Yes.”
“Have you had any other spells like this?”
Mary Jo was reluctant to confess that she had. After a moment she nodded.
“Recently?”
“Yes…”
“That’s not un common, you know. Your body’s under a lot of strain be cause of the baby. Have you been experiencing any additional stress?”
She bit her lip. “A little.”
“The holidays?”
“Not re ally.”
“I’m new to town. I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you around,” Mack said. He opened a response kit he’d brought into the library.
“Mary Jo lives in Seattle,” Grace said, now standing be hind Mack as the other fire fighter hovered close by.
“Do you have relatives in the area?” he asked next.
“No…” She figured she might as well admit the truth. “I was hoping to see the father of my baby…only he isn’t here.”
“Navy?”
“No… I under stood his family was from Cedar Cove, but apparently they’re out of town, too.”
“Ben and Charlotte Rhodes,” Grace murmured.
Mack twisted around to look up at Grace. “The judge’s mother, right? And her husband. Re tired Navy.”
“Right.”
“David Rhodes is the baby’s father,” Mary Jo said. “We’re not…together any more.” David had told her one too many lies. She knew intuitively that he’d have no desire to be part of the baby’s life.
Mack didn’t speak as he removed the blood pres sure cuff and wrapped it around her upper arm. “How are you feeling now?” he asked.
“You mean other than mortified?”
He grinned up at her. “Other than that.”
“Better,” she said.
“Good.” He took her blood pres sure, a look of concentration on his face.
“How high is it?” Grace asked, sounding worried.
“Not bad,” Mack told them both. “It’s slightly elevated.” He turned back to Mary Jo. “It would probably be best if you relaxed for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t hurt to stay off your feet, either. Don’t do any thing strenuous.”
“I’ll…I’ll try.”
“Per haps she should see a physician?” Grace said. “I’d be happy to take her to the clinic.”
“No, that isn’t necessary!” Mary Jo objected. “I’m so sorry to cause all this fuss. I feel fine.”
Mack met her gaze and seemed to read the distress in her eyes. “As long as you rest and stay calm, I don’t think you need to see a doctor.”
“Thank you,” she breathed.
Al though the library was closing, the doors suddenly opened and a tall, regal woman walked in. She was bundled up in a wool coat with a red knit scarf around her neck and a matching knit cap and gloves.
“Olivia,” Grace said. “What are you doing here?”
“Why’s the aid car out front?” the other woman asked. She immediately turned to Mary Jo, and a stricken look came over her. “Are you in labor?”
“No, no, I’m just…a little light-headed,” Mary Jo assured her.
The woman smiled. “I al ready know who this must be. Mary Jo. Are you all right?”
“This is Olivia, Charlotte Rhodes’s daughter.” Grace gestured at her. “She’s the woman I called to get the information about Ben and Charlotte.”
“Oh.” Mary Jo shrank back in her chair.
“David Rhodes is my step brother,” Olivia explained. She smiled sympathetically at Mary Jo. “Al though so far, he’s been nothing but an embarrassment to the family. And I can see that trend’s continuing. But don’t assume,” she said to Mary Jo, “that I’m blaming you. I know David far too well.”
Mary Jo nodded mutely but couldn’t prevent a surge of guilt that must have reddened her face, judging by her heated cheeks. She was to blame, for being naive in falling for a man like David, for being care less enough to get pregnant, for let ting the situation ever reach this point.
“What are you doing here?” Grace asked her friend a second time.
“I’m meeting Will at the gallery. We’re going t
o lunch. I saw the aid car out side the library as I drove by.” Olivia turned to Mary Jo again. “I was afraid something like this had happened. Thank good ness for young Mack—” they exchanged a smile “—and his partner over there.” Brandon was helping an older couple with their bags of groceries and stack of books.
Mary Jo felt no less humiliated. “I should never have come,” she moaned.
“I’m glad you did,” Olivia said firmly. “Ben would want to know about his grand child.”
Mary Jo hadn’t expected everyone to be so…nice. So friendly and willing to accept her—and her dilemma. “It’s just that my brothers are upset and determined to defend my honor. I felt I should be the one to tell David’s family.”
“Of course you should,” Olivia said in what appeared to be complete agreement.
Mack finished packing up his equipment. He placed his hand on Mary Jo’s knee to gain her attention. When she looked back at him, she was struck by the caring in his gaze.
“You’ll do as I suggested and rest? Don’t get over-excited.”
Mary Jo nodded.
“If you have any other problems, call 9-1-1. I’m on duty all day.”
“I will,” she promised. “Thank you so much.”
Mack stood. “My pleasure.” He hesitated for a moment and looked directly into her eyes. “You’re going to be a good mom.”
Mary Jo blinked back tears. More than any thing, that was what she wanted. To be the best mother she could. Her child was coming into the world with one disadvantage al ready—the baby’s father had no interest in him. Or her. It was all up to Mary Jo.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Merry Christmas,” Mack said before he turned to leave.
“Merry Christmas,” she called after him.
“You need to rest,” Olivia said with an authority few would question. “When’s the last time you ate?”
“I had a decaf latte at Mocha Mama’s before I came to the library.”
“You need lunch.”
“I’ll eat,” Mary Jo said, “as soon as I get back to Seattle.” There was the issue of her brothers, but she’d call Linc’s cell phone and let them know she was on her way home.
“You drove?” Grace asked.
“No, I took the ferry across.”
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