Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 3 (109 page)

Grace knew that Olivia and Will had been concerned about Charlotte and Ben for some time.

“Your mother's memory problems are getting worse?” Grace asked, testing the waters.

“No…actually, I think she's a little better now that she's back on familiar ground. Although…who can tell how long that'll last? But since she and Ben decided to move into Stanford Suites, Mom's been cleaning out the basement. She's like a woman on a mission. You know my mother. Once she'd made a decision, there's no stopping her. Ever since Thanksgiving she's been sorting through sixty years of accumulated stuff. I know it's necessary but I didn't realize how hard it would be for me.”

“Why? What kind of stuff?” Grace had been in that basement herself and tried to remember what was stored there.

“A lot of it is unimportant—canning jars, old clothes and things Mom kept for one reason or another,” Olivia said. “But some of that stuff is part of my childhood. I know there's no real reason to hang on to a perfect spelling test I did in the second grade. Mom kept it, she said, because she was so proud I could spell
Mississippi
.”

“You got an A on
every
spelling test,” Grace reminded her. “So you could see this one as representative,” she said, pleased with her explanation.

Olivia laughed. “I guess what I'm saying is that when Mom and Ben agreed to move into assisted living, I was so relieved I didn't think about how all of this would affect me—about how it would
feel
.”

Grace considered that for a moment. “You mean you'd be losing some of your personal history, as well.”

Nodding, Olivia said, “Naturally Mom wants me to take all the files she's saved. She held on to so much and it's so neatly organized. On the one hand, I'm tempted. On the other…what use is it? It's just a bunch of childhood memories.”

“Happy memories,” Grace murmured.

“Yes, but it's ridiculous to save all this stuff.”

“Then pass it on to your children and grandchildren.”

Olivia appeared to be mulling over that thought as she stirred her tea. “I could, I suppose, but what good is an old spelling test to my family?”

“I don't know. You'll have to ask Justine and James.”

“No need,” she said briskly. “I'm going to throw out most of those old files. My kids have their own clutter—they don't need mine. But I have to tell you, Grace, it's hard letting go of all that…evidence. Those tests and
drawings and Valentine cards bring back so much of my childhood.”

“What about Will?”

Olivia raised her eyebrows. “Will? He tossed everything without a qualm. All of it went right in the garbage. He didn't even have to think about it.”

“I bet Cliff would do the same thing,” Grace said. “Men. I swear there isn't a sentimental bone in their bodies.”

“Some men,” Olivia agreed and then added, “Jack can be shockingly romantic at times.”

“Yes, but you have to admit he's the exception.”

“Well, maybe. The problem is, most men don't want us to know how sentimental they can be.”

Goldie appeared with their coconut cream pie. “Enjoy,” she said, and it sounded like an order.

“Yes, ma'am.” Olivia saluted smartly and exchanged a smile with Grace.

After a sip of coffee, Grace picked up her fork. She'd looked forward to this all week. The library had been hectic, what with putting up Christmas decorations, creating displays of Christmas books, planning programs and events.

“Your turn,” Olivia said, after taking her first bite. “What's happening in your world?”

Grace hardly knew where to start. “Well, I heard from Ian and Cecilia Randall. Remember them? Ian's still in the navy. They have two kids now and Ian's been transferred back to the Bremerton base.”

“Of course I remember the Randalls. It'll be good to see them again.”

“They asked about the house on Rosewood Lane and my current renters are moving out this month. It was a
short-term rental after Faith Beckwith—I mean, Davis—left.”

“That should work out well, then.”

“Yeah. I like them.”

“Me, too,” Olivia said. Slicing off another bite of pie, she casually asked, “How's Beau?”

Grace frowned. The dog was the least welcome subject. “That puppy is a nuisance.”

“Grace, he's adorable!”

“Sure, he's cute but he's a pain. I'm not keeping him.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Grace insisted. Everyone, right down to her two daughters and their kids, refused to believe her. But she
wasn't
keeping him. She wasn't! It was out of the question. Grace didn't have the time or inclination for training a puppy. The fact that Beau followed her around like a pesky little shadow didn't influence her one bit.

“Does Beth have a home for him?”

“Yes. Mine. She thinks she's so clever,” Grace said, growing more animated as she spoke. “She came to me with this song and dance about being so busy shipping Christmas trees to Japan and Hawaii and wherever that she hasn't had time to look for another home and could I just hang on to him. She assumed that because I agreed to help her with this puppy I'd want to keep him myself. Well, she's wrong.”

“What does Cliff say?”

Grace narrowed her eyes as she stared intently across the table. “Olivia?” she murmured, her heart sinking. “Not you, too.”

“Not me, what?”

“You think I should keep Beau.”

“Only if you love him.”

“I don't. He needs a good home and it isn't with me.
I refuse to become attached to that dog. Besides, he's nothing but trouble. Did I tell you I found him chewing my new shoes the other day?”

“I believe you might have mentioned that once or twice.”

“My point exactly.” The more she thought about Beau, the more convinced she became that she didn't want him.

“Do you realize you talk about Beau quite a lot?”

That was an exaggeration, but Grace was determined not to argue. “Mark my words, Olivia, I am
not
keeping that dog. If anything, I'll give him to Maryellen and Jon for the kids. If they'll agree… Katie and Drake are at the age where they'll love having a puppy. Beau will be happy with them.”

Before her friend could pursue the subject further, Grace changed it. “How are things going for Will?”

“So far, so good.”

“Buying your mother's old house is a brilliant solution. Who came up with that idea? You or Will?”

“Will. It's a tremendous help to Mom and Ben,” Olivia said. “Everything's working out beautifully. Will is moving into Mom and Ben's place, and Miranda will take over his apartment at the art gallery right after New Year's.”

A smile quivered at the edges of Olivia's mouth. “I'm pretty sure my brother's attracted to Miranda. She isn't the type who'd normally interest him. She's not petite or demure. But she
is
his equal and isn't afraid to stand up to him. He's falling for her, and I can tell he isn't all that happy about it.”

A smile became impossible to hold back. “I had a feeling something was going on between those two. Who would've believed it?”

“Oh, Grace, she's just perfect for him.”

Grace settled back and giggled like a schoolgirl.

“She doesn't let him get away with anything,” Olivia went on. “She sees right through him and calls his bluff. I don't think a woman's ever spoken to him the way Miranda does. Including his wife… In the beginning, I thought Will would lose it. I'm pretty sure he fired her at least once, and I know for a fact that she walked out on him one day.”

“That must really have set him off.”

“It did.”

“But it wasn't long before Will realized what an asset she is, so he had to humble himself and ask her to return.”

“Will? Humble? Those are two words that don't mix.”

“No, they don't, which is why Mom and I think the world of Miranda.”

Oh, Miranda was going to be so good for Will. Because he was attractive and successful and sophisticated, Olivia's brother took pride in getting women to fall for him. His ego seemed to need it. She also wondered if he was one of those people who loved being in love, who was addicted to the excitement and unpredictability, the chase and the challenge. She'd actually fallen for him herself after her first husband's death. Will had almost ruined her subsequent relationship with Cliff. Fortunately, she'd broken off with Will, which he'd made even more difficult by insisting he loved her. In retrospect Grace saw that he hadn't really loved her at all. Yes, he was fond of her but what he really enjoyed was being in control.

Miranda wouldn't be so easily manipulated and that would frustrate Will no end. But it was the best thing that could've happened to him.

“I do have to say Will's attitude has changed since he came back to Cedar Cove. That's been a surprise,” Olivia said.

“Oh?”

“You know better than anyone that my brother and I have had our differences over the years. I disapproved of some of the things he's done, but it's his life.” Olivia raised one shoulder in a shrug. “I didn't know if I could trust him after he moved back here.”

Grace knew exactly what her friend meant….

“But he's made an effort to get involved in the community. And I can't tell you how grateful I am that I don't need to deal with everything concerning Mom by myself.”

Grace agreed. “He's been wonderful with your mother and Ben.”

“I've come to appreciate my brother.”

“I'm glad.”

Goldie returned to their table with a coffeepot in one hand and a pot of hot water in the other. “You two ready for a refill?” she asked.

Grace looked at her friend. “None for me. What about you?”

Olivia shook her head. “I'm pretty full, too.”

Glancing down at the half-consumed slice of pie, Goldie asked, “You want me to wrap that up for you?”

“No, thanks.”

Goldie gave a disgusted snort. “Okay, well, see you girls next week.”

Next week.
Same time. Same place. Grace would meet with Olivia, who'd always been with her. Who shared her burdens and doubled her joys. Her friend for life.

Thirty-One

L
inc stepped into his office and smiled at the stack of work orders on his desk. Sheriff Troy Davis had helped him immeasurably by sending business his way. The sheriff was active in a number of service organizations, such as Rotary Club and Lions, where he'd made a point of spreading the word. At first, business had trickled in slowly, but as the weeks progressed, the auto body shop drew more and more work. As it stood now, Linc had all his employees working a forty-hour week.

The business wasn't the only thing going well in Linc's life. He was delighted with the duplex and his growing friendship with Mack. Most of all, he deeply loved Lori and looked forward to every minute he spent with her. If he'd known marriage could be this satisfying, he would've tried it a lot sooner, he'd joked to Lori. Laughing, she'd informed him that he never would've found anyone who suited him nearly as well—and she was right.

Thinking about Lori, he felt a twinge of sadness as he thought about the situation with her family. The conflict between him and his father-in-law remained unresolved. The fact that Leonard and Kate had separated over Leon
ard's reaction to their daughter's marriage was an additional burden.

Lori was in close contact with her mother once again. They talked nearly every day, but although Kate put a good face on it, Linc could tell how hurt and disappointed she was that Leonard had made no effort to get in touch with her.

Sitting down at his desk, Linc reached for the telephone directory and flipped through the pages. He quickly located the listing for Bellamy Enterprises in Bremerton.

A woman answered in a crisp professional voice. “How may I direct your call?”

“I'd like to speak to Leonard Bellamy's assistant,” he responded in the same businesslike tones.

“One moment, please.”

“This is Helen,” another woman said an instant later.

Linc drew in a breath. “Helen, this is Lincoln Wyse.” He paused, waiting for a reaction. When none came, he continued. “Would it be possible to schedule an appointment with Mr. Bellamy?”

“Let me check his schedule.”

Linc was put on hold for several minutes before the woman came back. “Mr. Bellamy said he's available in half an hour.”

“Mr. Bellamy,” Linc murmured. He hadn't counted on the assistant speaking directly with her employer. Glancing at his watch, he asked, “Four?”

“Yes, four.”

“I'll be there.” It was already three-thirty. Linc realized that if he didn't leave right away, he'd be late. No doubt Bellamy would add that to his list of crimes.

Linc washed up, then drove the entire distance above the speed limit, risking a ticket. He found a convenient
parking spot, then ran to the downtown office complex. He'd only been here once before, and an unpleasant scene between him and Bellamy had resulted.

Linc hadn't had enough time to consider what he wanted to say to Bellamy. All he could do was be as forthright and honest as possible.

He dashed up the steps to the building and caught an open elevator. Getting off on the top-floor lobby, he checked his watch and heaved a sigh of relief. Right on schedule.

A middle-aged woman sitting at the front desk glanced up as he approached. She had short salt-and-pepper hair and looked every inch the professional assistant she was. Her nameplate identified her as Ms. Helen McDonald.

“Lincoln Wyse,” he said.

“I'll let Mr. Bellamy know you're here.” Helen picked up her phone and curtly announced his name. When she'd finished, she gestured toward a chair. “Please have a seat.”