An Accidental Mom

This time, Lily didn’t much care if he hung up or not. Then again, if he actually was the stodgy old grouch he’d sounded like, he might make Nate pay for the scolding she’d just given him.

“Max,” she began, tempering her voice, “I know it’s been a long time since you’ve spent any time in my company.” Long time, she laughed to herself. What a joke! Max never had spent any time in her company, because he’d always preferred short-skirted cheerleader and prom-queen types—a far cry from what Lily had been—and from what she’d become! “But you need to know, I would never do anything so underhanded as to get Nate’s hopes up about getting a dog—not without making sure it was okay with you first.” This time, thankfully, the whole truth and nothing but.

When he didn’t respond, she added, “So here’s the lowdown. The dog is a golden retriever, one of the gentlest breeds God created. She’s smart, well-trained and quiet. She’d make an excellent companion for Nate. Georgia says there’s room for her in the apartment. I’m sorry the little guy overheard the conversation, but now that the cat’s out of the bag, the ball’s in your court.” Lily groaned inwardly at the back-to-back clichés. “Think about it for a couple of days. I’ll hold off finding a home for Missy ’til I hear from you.”

And with that, she banged the receiver into its cradle.

“Take that, you bossy, swaggering—!”

“My, what was that all about!”

Lily turned toward the sound of the friendly voice. “Hey, Cammi.” She slumped onto the nearest hay bale. Immediately, Missy curled up at her feet. “That was Max.”

“Uh-oh,” her older sister said. “I’d heard he was back in town, but I was hoping you could avoid a collision.”

Lily only shrugged.

“So tell me, how’s he look?” She wiggled her eyebrows and winked. “Handsome as ever?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Cammi ruffled Missy’s thick golden fur. “Still stuck on the big galoot, eh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said again.

“Didn’t sound much like it when I walked in.”

Lily filled Cammi in on what had happened, from their sister Violet’s call to her hanging up on Max.

“Wow. Somebody put some starch into your spine, I think. Never thought I’d see the day you’d stand up to him, not knowing how you’ve always felt, anyway.”

Cammi was the only person on earth who knew that Lily loved Max—that she’d loved him when she was twelve and he eighteen, that nothing had changed, not a whit, in the years since. She sighed.

“You really ought to see other guys,” Cammi suggested. “Who knows? Maybe God has put your Mr. Right out there someplace, and He’s just waiting for you two to bump into one another.” She sat beside Lily, draped an arm over her shoulder. “How you gonna find your knight on a white steed if you never leave this barn?”

“I’m content, right here, doing what I do.”

“Baloney. You were born to be a wife and mother. This—” Cammi waved a hand, indicating the cages and the critters in them “—this stuff you do is proof you’re filled to overflowing with natural nurturing tendencies.” She held up both hands to stall Lily’s retort. “You’re doing great work here, nobody could quibble with that. But be honest with yourself, kiddo. Wouldn’t you rather be spending all that love and care on children of your own? On a husband?”

Yes, Lily thought. But only if Max were her husband and the father of those children.

“Well, I didn’t come here to lecture you, so how ’bout we talk about the reason I did come?”

Lily forced a grin. “The wedding?”

“Yup. Did you get your dress yet?”

On a sigh, she said, “No. Not yet.”

Cammi frowned. “What’s the matter? You don’t like the style?”

“It’s fine. Gorgeous, in fact. We’ll all look like fashion models. It’s just…I haven’t had time.”

Her sister stood, put both hands on her hips. “You have three weeks to pick up that dress and have it altered. It isn’t like you have a choice. You’re the maid of honor, don’t forget. How can I get married without you there by my side?”

Lily got to her feet and hugged Cammi. “I know. I’m sorry. You have enough on your mind with all the last-minute plans. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow. I promise.” She brightened to add, “Did you get all the presents put away yet?”

Cammi groaned. “Not yet. There were about a hundred women crowded into the living room. Must have taken you weeks to get the shower organized.”

“Took longer to recuperate, once it was over!”

The sisters laughed, and Missy barked happily.

“Tell you what, since tomorrow’s Saturday, how ’bout when you pick up the dress, we meet for lunch,” Cammi suggested. “My treat. Least I can do for you throwing the biggest, bestest shower a bride ever had.”

“It’s a date.”

“Let’s meet at Georgia’s. I have a ton of stuff to do in town, anyway.”

Georgia’s? And risk seeing Max there?

“If he’s there,” Cammi said knowingly, “we’ll talk loud and fast about the new love of your life.” She giggled and crouched to hug Missy’s neck. “He doesn’t have to know it’s a dog!”

“Maybe I ought to borrow that sweater,” she said, grinning as she plucked a shiny dog hair from Cammi’s shoulder. “He’d think my new beau was a blond!” Lily walked her sister to the door. “On second thought, it would be a waste of perfectly good playacting. Max doesn’t care who I see. Truth is, that scolding he gave me earlier was the most attention he’s paid me, ever.”

“Then, we’ll do something better than try to make him jealous.”

“What’s that?”

“We’ll ignore him.” Cammi headed for the house. “See you at supper, kiddo?”

Smiling, Lily nodded. “Sure.”

Ignore Max Sheridan? It would take more than a wedge of lasagna to give her the strength to accomplish a feat like that!

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