by Rachel Hanna
“Do you love him?” he asked.
“I don’t know him like that. He’s always been my friend, almost like a brother.”
“Don’t lie, Addison,” he said chuckling. “Remember I used to grill people for hours in tiny rooms with lights above their heads. You’re no better at lying than a two-bit thief.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said crossing her arms. “Guess my plans of becoming a thief have been dashed.” This guy really had some gall.
“I just want to see Clay happy. And truthfully, I want to see you happy too. I like your mother, you can plainly see that. I know she’d be delighted if you had someone who would love you and that baby and take care of you.”
“I think you’re jumping the gun here, Harrison. First, I’m not even divorced yet. Second, no one said Clay would love my baby.”
“Actually, Clay told me that, Addison.” You could’ve heard a pin drop in the room.
“What?” she said, her mouth gaping open.
“Look, Addison, your father was one of my best friends. He was such a good, decent, family man. Clay reminds me of your Dad. He loves you, I know he does. And I think you know he does. All I’m saying is that you deserve to be happy and to have someone to love you, and I think Clay could be that person if you give him a chance.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What was my Dad like? I don’t remember him, and all I have to go on is the memories of my family members.”
“Oh, your Dad was a great guy. Super funny. Always the life of the party. Told the silliest jokes and always played pranks on his friends.”
“Really?” Addison found herself smiling at the thought of her Dad being such a clown. “I’m the funny one in my family. At least that’s what I’m told. Of course, I haven’t felt so funny lately.”
“I know one thing for sure. When you were born, your Dad was over the moon. He finally had his girl after three boys before you. He loved his boys, but he doted on you like you were a real life princess. Told me that he was going to sit at the front door with his shot gun when you started dating. Figured he’d clean it while he met the boys who came calling.” Harrison chuckled. “I believe he’d have done it.”
“I bet,” Addison said smiling. “I miss him even though I don’t remember him.”
“You know, he met Clay a couple of times.”
“He did?”
“Right before he died. Clay was just a kid, of course, but your father liked him enough to take him and Kyle fishing once. They went down to the pier, in fact.”
“The pier where Clay runs the ferry?”
“The very same one. It’s one of the reasons why Clay decided to run the ferry, Addison. That place has memories for him.”
“He never told me he met my Dad.”
“Probably didn’t want to dig up old wounds. Well, I’ve got to go to another appointment now. Some woman wanting to dig up dirt on her cheating husband,” he said with a wink. “Keeps me busy.”
“I’m sure it does!” she said as she walked him to the door.
“I hope I didn’t pry too much, Addison. I just care about you and Clay.”
“I know you do. And thank you.”
With that, Addison watched Harrison walk to his car and drive away. And then she wondered what to do with this newfound information.
* * *
Addison went back to work the next morning with renewed hope that her life would get back on track soon. She would talk to Clay and hopefully at least preserve their friendship. She would hear from her attorney soon about the new settlement offer they’d be making to Jim’s attorney. She’d also see her doctor again soon to check on the baby.
The holidays had passed, so she’d also be helping Jenna prepare for her upcoming wedding. There was lots to do, and most of it would be a welcome distraction from the worries that floated through her mind each day.
“So, has Jenna shown you the bridesmaids dresses?” Rebecca asked as she cut the freshly made poundcake.
“No, not yet. Are they awful?” Addison asked with a laugh.
“Not too bad. No puffy sleeves, at least,” Rebecca said with a giggle.
The chime of the door caused them both to turn their heads. Rebecca wasn’t alarmed by who was standing there, but then again she’d never seen Jim.
“Dear God, what are you doing here?” Addison said through gritted teeth. “Jim, get out or I’ll call the police.”
Rebecca stepped around the counter. “You need to leave.”
“Relax, ladies. I’m just here for a cup of coffee and a civil conversation with my wife.” He gave Rebecca his best attorney smile.
“You don’t know how to have a civil conversation,” Addison said with her arms crossed. She stayed behind the counter.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” He held up his right hand like he was swearing in a courtroom, but it meant nothing. He’d also sworn before God that he’d be faithful and that didn’t happen.
“It’s okay, Rebecca. I can handle him. We’ll just step outside since this is a place of business.”
“Addy, you can stay…”
Addison waved her hand. “It’ll be fine.”
She followed Jim out to the sidewalk and pulled her coat around her.
“Look, Addison, we need to discuss this settlement like rational adults.”
“Rational? Since when were you ever rational?”
He took in a deep breath and pursed his lips. She knew she was getting to him.
“The settlement that your attorney submitted is ridiculous. You’re basically asking for half of everything I own.”
“Everything you own? Um, I believe I own the same amount you do, Jim.”
“You did nothing to earn that money!” he snapped. “You were a worthless piece of baggage that I carried for all those years. You don’t deserve a dime.”
“Is that what you told Tiffani in the elevator? At the fancy schmancy hotel in San Fran?” she said with her eyes wide and a smile on her face. Jim’s jaw dropped.
“What?”
“On our anniversary, Jim? Really? Very classy.”
“How do you… Wait. What?” He still hadn’t put two and two together.
“Also, how’s uncle Ned?”
“Huh?” he continued to stammer.
“Oh, yeah, Jimbo. I forgot to tell you that I have the goods on you. I’m not worried about my reputation anymore, sweetheart, because I don’t intend to ever go back to my old life or my old career. People here know the real me. They know who I am, and they wouldn’t listen to you anyway. But I can guarantee that your colleagues in Atlanta would love to get the scoop on who you really are. Give me a reason, Jim. Just give me a reason,” she said, her finger pointed in his face. For the first time, she stared him down and let him know she wasn’t going to back down anymore.
“You’re a bitch!” he said. “I married you so I’d look good, having the whole stay at home wife thing. But you aren’t who I married. Thank God I’m almost rid of you.”
“The feeling’s mutual. Trust me. Now, get out of here.” She turned and started to walk inside, but he just couldn’t let her go. He grabbed her arm and twirled her around.
“That bastard baby of yours will never have a life. You should choose adoption…”
He never got to finish that sentence because the next thing he saw was the front of Clay’s fist as it crashed down on his formerly perfect nose.
* * *
Addison had never bailed anyone out of jail before. Until today.
Clay had knocked Jim out cold, leaving him with a broken nose and one black eye. Addison couldn’t help but laugh on the inside, but thankfully she’d held it together on the outside.
After paying the bail, Clay walked out of the small county jail holding a plastic bag with his wallet, keys and whatever else he had in his pants pockets.
“You okay?” she asked, crinkling her nose, as he met her on the sidewalk.
“Well, I�
�ve been better,” he said with a sad laugh. “The question is, how are you? Did he hurt you before I got there?” he asked, touching her arm where Jim had touched her. Amazing how two men’s touches could be so vastly different.
“I’m fine,” she said, putting her other hand over his. He let go.
“He tried to press assault charges, but Rebecca and another eye witness told the officer that I was getting him off of you. In the end, Jim was too big of a coward to proceed with it because he knew it would hurt his reputation.”
“No surprise there,” she said as they walked toward her car. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
“That’s okay. I had a couple of my friends bring my car so I’d have it when I got out.”
“Oh. Okay. By the way, thanks for the baby gift. You didn’t have to do that. It must have been a lot of work…”
“You’re welcome. It was no big deal.” He wouldn’t look at her, and it was making her uneasy. Had Harrison Gibbs gotten it all wrong?
“Are you angry with me or something?”
“No.”
“You know what, you’re all hat and no cattle, Clay Hampton!” she screeched a little louder than she’d planned.
“Excuse me?” he said, turning to look at her.
“You said all those nice things, and you claim not to be upset about my pregnancy, but you’re barely speaking to me right now. When the chips are down, you’re bolting yet again!”
“Really? That’s what you think? I just punched your sorry husband out and went to jail for a few hours, but I’m ‘bolting’?”
“Just admit it. You think I’m a whore just like Jim does!” she said pointing at him. She knew as soon as she’d said it, she’d said the wrong thing. He looked pale and shell shocked. He’d saved her from Jim, at least in his mind, and now she was being ungrateful.
“Sweetie, I’m not in the business of protecting whores. But if that’s what you think, then I guess I’ll see you around,” he said as he got into his car and drove away.
* * *
Addison drove by the ferry a few times over the next week, but she didn’t see Clay’s car. Maybe he was walking to work these days, burning off the rage he felt for her.
Amazingly, she received a signed divorce settlement from her attorney in just over a week from the time Jim had shown up. She gladly signed it and returned it to Helen, who was happy to have the case over with.
She would get half of the house they lived in together once it sold. She would also get half of their savings account and some of the retirement funds over time. All in all, she would be able to start over and raise her baby with a nice nest egg. She could even buy a house in January Cove if she wanted. Or somewhere else, although she couldn’t imagine the thought of that.
Her appointment with the doctor revealed the baby’s gender and she couldn’t have been more excited to have a baby girl on the way. But she felt let down that she didn’t have Clay to share it with.
She decided to walk past the Mallory house once again. Maybe she’d do something crazy and make an offer on it. She could live there and run her B&B like she dreamed. Imagining the pink nursery she could have upstairs overlooking the garden, she walked as quickly as she could to see her dream home.
And there was a sold sign on it.
What? Who could’ve bought it so quickly? She had the money now, and her house was gone.
Dejected, she decided to find Clay and see if he knew anything about the new owners. Maybe she could negotiate to buy it from them.
As she walked up to the ferry dock, she saw some guy she didn’t recognize.
“Can I help you, miss?” the older man said.
“Um, I’m looking for Clay Hampton…” she said, looking around for any sign of him.
“Oh, he’s out of town for awhile.”
“Out of town? When will he be back?” she asked.
“Don’t know, ma’am. He just told me that he was on an open-ended vacation.”
“Thanks…” she stammered before she walked back toward the road.
He’d left January Cove for the first time, and it was all because of her.
Chapter 12
“These aren’t half bad,” Rebecca said with a laugh as she spun around in the pale pink bridesmaid dress. Jenna rolled her eyes.
“Did ya’ll really think I would make you look bad at my own wedding?” she asked. Each of the women shrugged their shoulders and giggled. In unison, they all said, “Maybe.”
“Well, I’d appreciate it if someone could pry me out of this dress and get me a bigger size!” Addison said, laughing so hard that she feared she’d bust the dress wide open. “I need an adjustable one,” she said to the attendant. The women all burst into hysterical laughter.
It had been weeks since she last saw Clay, but Addison was picking up her life and moving forward. She had more to worry about with a baby girl on the way.
After finally relenting, she opted to stay with her mother at least until the baby was a few months old. So Adele had started to work on the nursery, and she was going overboard, as usual.
The whole room was being repainted, the floors sanded and all new decor had been ordered. Addison just sat back and smiled, letting her mother have all the fun.
Planning Jenna and Kyle’s wedding had been a lot of fun too, with the exception of knowing that Clay would be driving the ferry boat and attending as a groomsman. She dreaded seeing him again after the way she’d talked to him before.
After her bridesmaid dress escapade, she met up with her brother, Jackson, for lunch.
“So, how goes the dress shopping?” he asked as he bit into a hamburger.
“Pretty good except my expanding girth is a challenge,” she said smiling.
“Well, for good reason. I can’t wait to meet my niece. I’m gonna spoil her rotten.” And she knew he would. “Any ideas on a name yet?”
“I was thinking of Anna Grace.”
“I like it,” he said, taking a sip of his soda.
“So… Have you seen Clay lately?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“No, but I heard he just came back to town or something. Said he needed a break.” Jackson was eying her closely. “Something going on with you two?”
“Nah. Just wondering. Hadn’t seen him around.”
“Addy, I’m not an idiot. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I’ve seen the way you look at him. He broke Jim’s nose for you.”
“Well… I… uh…”
“Pregnancy got your tongue?”
“Very funny.”
“If you like Clay, why not just admit it?” he asked.
“Because you’ve done everything in your power to keep him from even looking at me for years.”
“Is that what he told you?” Jackson asked with a wide grin.
“Maybe.”
“Well, I’m your big brother. What was I supposed to do?”
“Let me make my own decisions?”
“You decided on Jim. Not a feather in your cap, sis.”
“You’re a regular comedian today,” she said sarcastically. “Besides, he’s angry at me for being a jerk after I bailed him out. I don’t think he wants to hang out with me anymore.”
“Doubt that. He’s drooled over you since you were a teenager, Addy. If you like Clay, then tell him. That boy can’t stand to be led on. He needs to know how you feel. Otherwise, he runs for cover.”
“Really?”
“He’s a big guy, but he’s got a big heart too. Jeez, I can’t believe I just said that…”
“You’re becoming a softie, bro,” she said as she stood and kissed him on the head. “Thanks.”
“Where are you going?” he called after her.
“To find that big hearted man!” she yelled back as she walked down the street toward the ferry.
* * *
As she approached the ferry dock, she saw him. Wearing a long sleeve navy blue shirt and form fitting jeans, she ogled him for just a bit too lon
g. He turned around and looked at her.
“Are you checking me out?” he asked with a hint of a smile.
“Maybe,” she said, slowly walking toward him.
“You look good,” he said, pointing down to her belly. “And…”
“Bigger?”
“I’m not saying that…”
“It’s okay. In this case, bigger is better,” she said. He nodded thoughtfully. “I’m having a girl.”
“Really? That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, I’m excited to have a daughter.”
“It’s so good to see you again, Addy,” he said stepping off the dock and bridging the gap between them.
“I’ve missed you, Clay. I’m so sorry about the way I acted at the jail. I was just going through a lot. But the divorce is over now, and I got a good settlement. I’m starting over, and I’m happy.”
“I’m glad to hear that. You deserve happiness.”
“Listen, I was wondering about something.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know who bought the Mallory house? I notice it’s got a sold sign now and there’s work being done there.”
“Hmm… I don’t know, but then I haven’t been around much.”
“Oh. Okay.” She was starting to chicken out.
“Well, it was good to see you…” he started to say as he turned to head back to the ferry.
“Will you go on a date with me?” she said at the same time. Awkward.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing,” she stammered as she started to walk away.
“Addy! Wait up!” he called. Once he caught up with her, he turned her to him. “Did you just ask me on date, Addison Rose Parker?”
“How do you know my middle name?”
“I’ve made it my business to know everything about you,” he said softly. “And to answer your question, I would love to go on a date with you. A real one.”
“Okay,” she said, sure that her cheeks were a bright shade of crimson.
“But on one condition.”
Great. A condition. “What condition?”
“That you let me plan it. The man should ask the woman on the date, and the man should plan it.”
