Cedar Cove Collection

“I’m not,” Charlotte inserted. “It’s always been my understanding that only those invited to a party should attend. A lot has changed over the years, but I didn’t realize manners had gone out the window with everything else.”

“Like I explained, Mother, I was invited,” Will said, glancing at Cliff with a wry expression on his face.

“That’s right, Charlotte. I asked Will if he’d come today.”

Charlotte looked taken aback. “You did?”

Lingering nearby, Olivia caught Grace’s eye; she raised one shoulder, indicating she hadn’t known anything about this.

“Welcome,” Cliff said, extending his hand. “Grace and I are grateful you could join us. Stay as long as you like, and by all means have a piece of wedding cake.”

Grace didn’t speak. Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary.

Two hours later, most of the guests had departed. The money tree for the animal shelter dipped under the weight of the attached bills. Grace sent her daughters home with their husbands and children, while Olivia and Jack stayed, helping with the final cleanup. Lisa and her husband took their restless little girl for a walk. April wanted to feed gulls by the waterfront, so Lisa gathered some scraps of bread in a cloth napkin.

While Grace collected the wedding cards on the table, Olivia unclipped the bills from the money tree and inserted them in an envelope. She and Cliff had requested donations for the shelter, a cause they both supported, in lieu of gifts.

Without Grace’s prompting, Olivia released a shaky breath and announced, “My mammogram showed something … suspicious.”

Grace froze.

“I went in for a second set of tests last week.”

“The results?” she asked, instinctively fearing what her friend was about to tell her.

“I have an appointment Monday morning.”

“Oh, my goodness, Olivia.” Grace was devastated for Olivia and heartbroken that she’d felt compelled to keep this to herself.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Olivia whispered, as if reading her thoughts.

“I made it impossible, didn’t I?” Guilt and self-contempt overwhelmed her. Caught up in her own life, in superficial concerns like a wedding reception, she hadn’t been paying attention to Olivia.

“No … I didn’t want to ruin your day.”

Grace dropped the stack of cards and impulsively hugged her friend.

Olivia shuddered, clinging to her for a long moment before she stepped back.

“Do you want me to go to the doctor with you?” Grace asked.

Olivia shook her head. “Jack said he wanted to be there.” She offered a brave smile. “He’s been a wreck ever since I got the phone call.”

“He loves you.”

Olivia inhaled slowly. “Thank you for not telling me that everything’s going to be all right. I don’t think I could deal with platitudes just now. I’m frightened, and so is Jack. If anything, this scare has brought us closer together.”

“You’ll let me know right away?”

Olivia nodded. “Of course.”

“What about Justine and her brother?”

“I haven’t said anything to the children. I don’t feel there’s any need to worry them until I have all the facts.”

Grace understood.

It was after ten by the time Grace and Cliff returned from dropping Lisa and her family at an airport hotel, since they were catching an early-morning flight to Maryland.

Cal was already back at the ranch and had seen to the horses. During the ride to Olalla, which felt far longer than usual, Grace’s head spun with Olivia’s news. It was all she could think about.

When they pulled into the yard, Cliff leaned over and kissed her, murmuring, “Glad to be home, Mrs. Harding?” She nodded, and not until they’d broken apart did she notice that Cal was standing outside the barn.

Cliff was out of the car right away, striding over to him, Grace trailing behind. If Cal was waiting for them, that meant some kind of problem.

“When I got to the house I picked up the mail,” Cal said, extending an envelope to Grace. “I must’ve taken this by mistake. I wouldn’t have opened it otherwise.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, glancing down at the envelope, which bore the rental agency’s logo.

“You might want to read it right away,” he cautioned.

“Something wrong?” Cliff wanted to know.

“Yeah.” Cal grimaced. “Apparently the check your renters gave them bounced.”

“Again?” Cliff said. “Last month’s was returned too.”

Grace sighed. This was more bad news she’d rather not deal with. Letting those ne’er-do-wells rent her home had been a big mistake, and she had no one to blame but herself.

Thirty

Teri pored over a new cookbook on Sunday afternoon, searching for a recipe that would entice Bobby to eat. His appetite hadn’t been good since he’d learned she was pregnant. Hers, on the other hand, couldn’t have been better. Her morning—or rather, afternoon—sickness wasn’t nearly as bad now; she only occasionally came down with a bout of queasiness. Bobby’s appetite, however, had almost completely vanished.

Then, to complicate life even more, her husband had discovered the joys of televised marketing. If there was the slightest hint that a particular product might be appropriate for a baby, Bobby ordered it. They often received two and three shipments a day.

So far, Bobby had purchased three cribs, five bassinets and enough toys to fill a day care center. The last thing that was delivered, and it came in a huge truck, was an entire gym set. While she loved him for it, this had to stop.

“You’re reading a cookbook,” Bobby said as he wandered into the kitchen.

She nodded without looking up. She’d already put Post– It notes on several of the pages, designating recipes she’d like to try. Although she hadn’t made her final decision, she’d started a grocery list. “Some cookbooks are more entertaining than novels.”

Bobby was supposed to chuckle or comment or something. He didn’t.

“What’s this?” he asked next, pointing to the sheet of paper on the table.

“That’s a list of what I need to pick up at the grocery store.”

“Send James,” her husband ordered.