Authors: Lin Stepp
“Yes, they can.” Grace smiled down at Jack, still on one knee.
He waited, looking at her.
“Oh, Jack Teague, get up from there and kiss me. Surely you know I can't say anything but yes. I've fallen in love with you, too. You've gotten into my heart and under my skin. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life. . . .”
He kissed her before she could get another word out. Kissed her deeply and passionately and with all of his being. Jack was never a halfway kind of guyâand Grace could feel the force of his love and joy all the way down to her toes.
Pulling Grace into his arms, Jack ran his hands down her back to rest on her hips. He pulled her against him as he traced his lips over her mouth and down her neck. Grace had known love before, but this love she'd found with Jack was new and different. And she felt new and different with himâstirred, overwhelmed, and touched with the wonder of having discovered love a second time. Of having found someone like Jack who gave her life such joy.
“Do we have to wait until we're married since we've both been married before?” Jack purred out these words against her ear.
Grace pulled back and put a hand to Jack's face lovingly. “We've waited this long, Jack. We can wait a little longer for everything to be right. You know we should.”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “I did before I started kissing you and holding you. And before getting your scent into my senses and into my head. And thinking all sorts of delectable things.”
Grace leaned in to kiss him again.
“Remember what Vincent said?” he whispered against her neck. “That he thought he and Margaret should get married soon because they were eager.”
Grace giggled. “I remember.”
“I'm eager, too, Grace. Do you think we could get married soon?”
“It might seem kind of sudden to everyone with Margaret's having just gotten married.” She slipped her fingers into Jack's hair while his hands explored intimately up under the back of her blouse.
Grace sighed against him. “Perhaps it should be soon. Like Margaret said, there's no point in waiting once you know you've found the right one.”
Jack held Grace back from him and looked down into her eyes tenderly. “I'm the right one for you, Grace. We'll have a good life, and grow old together. And every time we walk across this swinging bridge over the river, we'll remember how we declared our love out here to each other.”
“And how you got down on one knee and proposed?”
He gave her a wide grin that lit up his dimples. “You said you wanted a memory.”
“So where's my ring, Jack Teague?” she said, meaning to tease him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box.
Grace was speechless. This hadn't been a spontaneous moment for Jack. He had planned this in advance.
He opened the box to show her. Nestled inside was a dazzling ring with a round, white diamond set in a circle of smaller diamonds.
She caught her breath.
“Here's the symbolism.” He gave her a suggestive smile. “I intend to circle you with love and to always keep you in the circle of my love.”
“Very romantic.” She was touched.
“Wait'll you see me act it out.” He gave her a devilish grin and began to illustrate his ideas until Grace decided the upcoming wedding date they'd been talking about might have to be
very
soon indeed.
F
ive years later, the phone rang in the Mimosa Inn. A tall, lanky teenager, with reddish hair caught up in a careless ponytail, swung around from the stairs she'd just tripped down to pick up the phone in the entry hall.
“Mimosa Inn, this is Morgan Teague. May I help you?”
“Very professional,” a voice responded.
“Daddy!” Morgan's face lit up in a smile. “How is Margaret? How is Vincent? And how is the baby?”
Morgan got the report she wanted from her father and then hung up to race down the hall to share it. Her Aunt Bebe and her sister Meredith were in the kitchen fixing sweet breads and putting together a Saturday morning breakfast casserole for the houseguests expected at the Mimosa that night.
Bebe looked up. “Who was that on the phone, Morgan?”
“It was Daddy.” She grinned at them and pulled a kitchen chair around to straddle it.
“Is the baby all right?” Meredith asked. Her hair, longer than Morgan's, was braided down her back to get it out of the way while she worked in the kitchen.
“Daddy says he's great. And Margaret and Vincent are fine, too. Daddy and Grace are going to stay at Montreat until next Thursday, and they wanted to know if we'd be all right handling things for them until then.”
“I hope you told them yes,” Bebe replied.
“Of course.” Morgan grinned. “And I made Daddy promise to send us pictures on the Internet today. We want to see Joshua Jack Westbrooke, too.”
“It's an absolute marvel that you can send photos like that over the Internet today,” Aunt Bebe said with a shake of her head. “I never thought I'd live to see the day.”
Meredith rinsed her hands and dried them on a dishcloth. “I still can't believe Margaret and Vincent only
barely
made it back into the Asheville airport before the baby came. Daddy said Margaret was in labor on the planeâwith Vincent and her doing breathing exercises the last twenty minutes of the flight.”
Morgan laughed. “Golly, I'll bet everyone on that plane was freaking out, thinking that baby would come right there on the plane in front of them all.”
“Morgan!” Bebe gave her an admonishing look.
Morgan shrugged.
Meredith caught her lip in her teeth thoughtfully. “You know, they wouldn't have been coming home from that conventionâwhere Vince preached and Margaret played that new piano piece she'd writtenâif that woman hadn't called Grace. What was her name?”
Bebe looked up from pouring pumpkin-bread batter into two tins. “That was Zola Devon. She has that little shop in Gatlinburg, Nature's Corner.”
Morgan pulled at her ponytail. “How did she know Margaret's baby would come early and that she needed to come home?”
Bebe smiled. “Zola has a gift for knowing things. Some people do.”
“Like a witch?” Morgan's eyes lit up.
“Good heavens, no!” Bebe turned to put her hands on her hips. “You get that kind of disrespectful thinking right out of your mind, Morgan Teague. Zola Devon isn't some kind of fortune-teller. She gets things as she's given itâand for good purposes.”
Meredith sat down on a kitchen stool, considering this. “Grace told me the name of our inn came from Zola. She saw that Grace should come and live here.”
“Well, pooh!” said Morgan. “So did we.”
Meredith smiled. “Yeah, we did. We knew she was nice even from the first day.”
Bebe interrupted. “Well, she's not going to be so nice if she gets back and finds out we didn't take care of her guests. You girls get to work. I can't stand on these old legs for as long as I used to.”
Morgan went over to give Bebe a kiss on the cheek. “Don't worry, Aunt Bebe. Meredith and I will take care of everything. We're going to live here and run the inn one day.”
The trio settled in then to get ready for the Mimosa's guests. It looked like it was going to be another busy weekend down by the river.
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