LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

For a long time she’d needed answers regarding Dan, but as the months passed, a resolution seemed increasingly unlikely and she was growing accustomed to that reality.

      “I realize now what attracted me. Or, at least, part of it.”

      She sent him a questioning glance.

      “You believe Dan’s with another woman.”

      She nodded, swallowing down the hurt the words still evoked.

      “You’ve dealt with the emotions felt by someone who’s been betrayed in his or her marriage—what I felt about Susan’s affair.”

      He could be right. In her heart of hearts, Grace was indeed convinced that Dan was with someone else. A woman he’d loved so much that he was willing to walk away from his entire life. So many things about his disappearance didn’t add up, and she had no other answers.

      Grace exited the freeway in Tacoma and took the back road into the airport. The route Dan had taught her.

      “Can I tell you my theory about the mix-up with our credit cards?” he asked.

      She laughed out loud. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

      “Well, to my way of thinking, it was fate. Destiny. Call it what you will.”

      “The waitress at the Pancake Palace wasn’t responsible?”

      “She was merely the instrument of fate.”

      Grace was both amused and intrigued by his theory. “So, we were destined to meet.”

      “Without a doubt.” He sounded convinced of it. “I’ve come to think of our meeting as a gift. A sort of compensation for all the pain that came with the divorce.”

      Grace felt her throat constrict. “That’s very sweet, Cliff.”

      “I mean it. Someday, when you’re ready, I hope we can be more than sweethearts.”

      What an old-fashioned and rather endearing term, Grace mused. “I’d like that.”

      He grew quiet and looked out the window as they neared the terminal. “I know it’s important that you find Dan. Or at least find out what happened to him.”

      “I’d like closure, but I might never have it. I accept that now. I have to get on with my life.”

      “Do you mean that?” The expression in his eyes revealed a vulnerability that touched her deeply. “Because if you do, then I want you to consider us being together, Grace.”

      “Are you talking about—” She swallowed tightly and pulled to the curb to let Cliff out. “Are you talking about us getting…serious?”

      His hand was on the door handle. “Yes,” he said simply.

      Without another word he opened the car door; she stopped him by placing her hand on his arm. “Have a safe flight.”

      “Thanks.”

      Still, her hand lingered. She leaned toward him and he moved closer for a kiss that lasted long enough for the car behind them to honk impatiently. Cliff glanced quickly over his shoulder, then turned back to her. “Is that your answer?”

      “I don’t know,” she said, but she smiled warmly. “I’ll think on it while you’re gone.”

      “Do that,” he said, his eyes smiling into hers.

      Olivia was too excited to sit still. Stan was due any minute and with him would be James, Selina and their granddaughter, Isabella Dolores Lockhart.

      “What time is it?” Charlotte asked. Her mother was as excited about this visit as she was. “I don’t know why you agreed to let Stan pick them up from the airport.”

      “Mom, it made sense. Stan lives in Seattle.”

      “Yes, I know, but it seems to be taking him forever,” she murmured fretfully.

      “They’re here!” Justine cried from her perch near the front window. Stan opened the screen door, and both Olivia and Charlotte flew out to the porch. Olivia ran down the steps, her arms open to hug her son the instant he climbed out of the car. Within minutes, Olivia held a sleepy Isabella in her arms. The baby pressed her head against Olivia’s shoulder, and her heart melted with love for this first grandchild.

      “Grandma,” James said, hugging Charlotte. “You look terrific.”

      “Well, I’m not dead yet,” Charlotte assured him and stepped forward, waiting for an introduction to Selina. “Guess my number didn’t come up.”

      James slid his arm around his wife’s waist and introduced her. Selina’s dark eyes gleamed with happiness as she hugged Charlotte and then each family member in turn.

      Seth and Justine appeared as the excited greetings wound down.

      “Look at you, big sister,” James said, patting Justine’s stomach. “Almost a mom.”

      “I’ve got months to go,” she complained.

      “Oh, then you’re just fat.”

      “Be careful what you say,” Seth advised under his breath. The two men exchanged a brief hug.

      “Welcome to the family,” James said to Seth.

      “Thanks.”

      By the time Olivia shepherded everyone into the house, she felt weak with joy. It was so rare to have the entire family together. “Where’s Marge?” she asked her ex-husband. When they’d made plans for this reunion, Olivia had included his second wife.

      “Marge couldn’t make it,” Stan said, sounding genuinely regretful. “She sends her apologies.”

      “Please tell her she’s welcome anytime.”

      “I will,” Stan promised. Olivia noticed, however, that he hadn’t asked about Jack. She put the observation away, to be examined later.

      While Olivia and Charlotte started setting the table for dinner, Stan held Isabella. The baby nestled in his embrace and almost immediately went back to sleep. Olivia smiled to find her ex-husband sitting in her rocking chair with their granddaughter in his arms. He looked so natural and relaxed. The last time she’d seen him like that had been when James was an infant and the twins were five…. Olivia blinked away the nostalgic tears those memories brought. She hurried back to the kitchen.

      “Tell me everything,” she instructed her son as Selina and Justine took over the task of getting food onto the dining-room table. “Is the Navy bringing you home? I’d love it if you were stationed here in Bremerton.”

      “Sorry, Mom, but it looks like I’ve got another two-year stint in San Diego.”

      It was hard to disguise her disappointment, but Olivia tried. “I’m grateful Selina’s family is there.”

      “My parents love James,” her daughter-in-law told her.

      “But it wasn’t that way in the beginning,” James said, patting his wife on the behind as she walked past with a large green salad.

      “With good reason,” Olivia chastised. “You got their daughter pregnant.” Only a month before Isabella was born had Olivia learned that James and Selina were married. She was disappointed that both her children had decided to marry without either parent present. First James, and then a few months later, Justine had eloped to Reno with Seth. Still, she believed the children had chosen their mates well, which was a source of great pleasure to her and Stan. Pleasure and relief.

      Soon the family gathered around the table. Olivia and Charlotte had been cooking and baking for days, making certain that James had the opportunity to enjoy all his favorite dishes. There were stuffed green peppers and Caesar salad with homemade croutons, plus seafood spaghetti. James took two helpings of each.

      “Save room for dessert,” Charlotte warned.

Скачать книгу