Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 3 (110 page)

Linc did. Five minutes passed and then ten. So this was the game his father-in-law had chosen to play. Apparently Bellamy assumed Linc would lose patience and walk out. The fact was, Linc could be just as obstinate, just as unyielding. They had more in common than Leonard Bellamy realized.

A full hour went by before the phone buzzed. Helen answered and nodded in Linc's direction. “Mr. Bellamy will see you now.”

Linc stood. “Thank you.”

She led him to the private office and opened the door. Linc walked inside, gazing at the bookcases, the upholstered guest chairs, the desk of dark polished wood. Bellamy sat there, head bowed as he wrote. He didn't
acknowledge Linc or give any indication that he knew Linc had entered the room.

Linc waited in front of the desk. He occupied himself by examining the family photographs, which stood in a row on the credenza behind his father-in-law.

“I'm surprised you're still here,” Bellamy said, not bothering to look up. He set down his pen and leaned back, a frown creasing his brow.

Linc wished now that he'd taken the time to go home and change out of his work clothes, although he hadn't had the opportunity. Getting here by four meant jumping right in his truck. No doubt if he'd been a minute late, Bellamy would have refused to see him. Score one point for his father-in-law, making Linc cool his heels like that, and another for catching him in greasy coveralls.

“So,” Bellamy said. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“What do you want to hear?”

“You're the one who asked for the appointment, not me,” Bellamy muttered.

“Yes, I did.” Linc tried to corral his thoughts. “Mostly I came because I need to know what you find so objectionable about me being married to your daughter.”

Bellamy laughed. “The fact that you have to ask tells me everything.”

“Maybe I could understand it if I hadn't learned about your own background,” Linc said. He sat down and crossed his legs, hoping to create the impression of being at ease.

“What do you mean?” Bellamy asked sharply.

“I have no idea why you took such an instant dislike to me. I'll admit the circumstances leading up to Lori's and my wedding left a lot to be desired. We were foolish to rush into marriage….”

“Foolish doesn't even begin to describe what you did.”

“If I could, I'd go back and meet both you and your wife and ask your blessing before I married Lori.”

“I'd never have given it.” Bellamy seemed to take grim pleasure in informing him of that.

“Possibly not, but I hope you will now.”

Bellamy glared at him across the desk. “Are you out of your mind? What would ever make you think I'd give you and Lori my blessing? Especially now that Kate—” He stopped abruptly, his lips pinched, as though he regretted mentioning his wife's name.

“I hope I've proved myself to you,” Linc said. “You threw a number of roadblocks in my way when I tried to establish my business in Cedar Cove.” He took a deep breath. “Nevertheless I'm making a go of it.”

Bellamy didn't deny it, which only went to show what Linc already knew. His father-in-law had done everything he could to sabotage his auto body shop and had nearly succeeded. If not for his brother-in-law and Sheriff Davis, Bellamy
would
have succeeded.

“What puzzles me most is why you object to me when the two of us are so much alike.”

“I sincerely doubt it,” Bellamy snapped.

“From what I gather, your own father worked as a welder.”

Bellamy stiffened. “That means nothing.”

“It means you came from a family with a strong work ethic, which is the same ethic my father taught me. As it happens, I followed in my father's footsteps. I might have chosen my own path, but that option was taken away from me when both my parents were killed and—”

“And you saw a faster way of getting what you wanted by marrying my daughter,” Bellamy interrupted.

Linc inhaled slowly in an effort to hold on to his
temper. “You might find this hard to believe, but when I married Lori I didn't have a clue that she was from a wealthy family.”

“You're wrong, I don't find that hard to believe. I find it
impossible
to believe.”

Rather than argue, Linc said, “My point is this. Like you, I'm willing to work hard. I'm ambitious—”

“Of course you're ambitious. That's the reason you married Lori.”

“I married your daughter because I'm in love with her. Lori is the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

Bellamy snickered loudly.

“All you have against me is that we didn't wait to get your approval before we married. By your own admission, it's unlikely you would've given it, anyway, so it's a moot point, right?”

“As a matter of fact, it isn't,” he countered. “And my situation was completely unlike yours. I fell in love with Kate the minute I set eyes on her. When I learned she was from one of the richest families in the state, my heart sank. I was afraid she'd never go out with me.”

“But she did.” Now it was Linc's turn to interrupt and show his father-in-law that he wasn't completely in the dark. Thanks to Kate, he knew the family history now and had a better grasp of Bellamy's feelings toward him.

“Yes, Kate did accept when I asked her to a school dance.”

“You were college juniors.”

Bellamy stopped and glared at him. Linc might have squirmed under such scrutiny, but instead he smiled pleasantly and waited for Bellamy to continue.

“I know darn well when we met,” he said irritably.

“How long did you date?”

“Five years,” Leonard said, and grew wistful. “I worked three jobs and saved every penny I could.”

“And Kate's father? How did he take to his daughter dating the son of a welder?”

“Ambrose and I were…friendly.” He didn't elaborate beyond that.

“In the end, perhaps, but that's not the way I heard it. Kate said that when you first started seeing each other, her father objected.”

“I proved myself to Ambrose and to Kate's mother, as well.”

“So she told me.”

He ignored the reference to Kate.

“Five years I waited,” he said, growing morose. “Five torturous years. By the time I married Kate, I'd purchased my first business complex and was saving for a second.”

“I'm hoping for the opportunity to prove myself to you,” Linc said. “The way you proved yourself to Kate's family.” He paused for a moment. “Unfortunately, we started off on the wrong foot, but I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if you are.”

Bellamy laughed but there was little amusement. “I'll wait five years to make my decision about you, the same way Ambrose did with me. Five years before he gave me permission to marry Kate.”

“Fair enough, although I should tell you that Lori and I plan to have a family by then.”

He ignored the comment.

“Kate wanted us to elope,” Leonard murmured. “But I wouldn't hear of it. I had something to prove to her father first.”

“Which you did in spades.”

“Don't try to flatter me, young man.”

Linc raised both hands. “No flattery intended.”

Bellamy relaxed in his chair, hands folded across his middle. “Before he died, Ambrose claimed he couldn't have chosen a better husband for his daughter.”

Linc carefully considered his response. “My hope is that one day you'll say the same thing about me.”

Leonard scowled. “I doubt that will happen.”

Again, Linc didn't feel it was necessary to argue.

Shifting in his chair, Bellamy avoided eye contact. “I take it you've been talking with Kate.”

“Not me so much as Lori.”

He cleared his throat. “How is she?”

“Lori or Kate?”

“Kate, of course!” he snapped.

Linc enjoyed seeing the other man uncomfortable. “Fine, as far as I can tell.”

“I see.”

“Have you spoken to her lately?” Linc asked, knowing Bellamy hadn't.

“That's none of your damned business.”

“Right.” Feeling that the conversation had reached a natural end, Linc stood. “I appreciate your taking the time to meet with me, Mr. Bellamy. I trust we understand each other now.”

Bellamy stood, too. “You still have to prove yourself to me, young man.”

“I consider that a personal challenge.”

“Good, and if you happen to see…Kate in the next while, would you give her my best?”

Linc hesitated on his way out the door. “Doubt me if you will, Mr. Bellamy, but one fact you'll never be able to dispute is that I love your daughter.”

“That remains to be seen, doesn't it?” He accompanied Linc to the door and opened it for him.

“I can tell you right now that if Lori and I had a dis
agreement that caused her to leave me, I would move heaven and earth to get her back.”

“Lori isn't nearly as stubborn as her mother,” Bellamy barked.

“No, I'd say she's far more like her father in that regard.” With those words, Linc walked out of the office.

Thirty-Two

D
ad and I painted the baby's bedroom. The text came on Rachel's cell phone.

Rachel texted back. What color?

Yellow.

Nice. Her connection with Jolene was still tenuous, although it had vastly improved in the past month. The process of rethinking their relationship was a slow one, but Rachel remained hopeful. So hopeful that she wanted to go home by the new year. January 1 was a symbolic time to start fresh. She hadn't believed it would happen but now…it seemed possible.

Jolene continued to see the counselor and seemed to be opening up more to Dr. Jenner. When they'd last spoken, Bruce had said it wouldn't be long before the three of them could meet as a family. The fact that Jolene was texting her was a good sign.

No sooner had she pushed the send button than her phone rang. Caller ID identified Jolene.

Rachel answered right away. “Hello, Jolene.”

“It's Bruce.”

“Hello, Bruce,” she amended.

“Can I see you tonight? Are you busy?”

Rachel had just gotten home from work and done little more than hang up her coat. “I don't have anything planned.”

“How about dinner?”

“That would be fine.” She couldn't think of any reason to refuse; even if she had, she would've accepted his invitation. “Will Jolene be there?”

“No.”

Rachel hesitated. “How does she feel about that?”

“I don't know and I don't care. This is about
us,
you and me.”

No, it was about Jolene, too. “Let me talk to her, okay?”

“She's in her room.”

Why would he try to keep her from speaking to his daughter? “Please put her on the phone.”

A few anxious minutes passed before Jolene spoke. “You wanted to talk to me?” Her voice was low.

“Yeah. Your dad asked me to meet him for dinner.”

“I know.”

“What are you doing?”

“Lindsey and I are going to a movie later. That's what we usually do on Friday nights.”

Rachel could hear Bruce in the background. “What if you and I went out instead?” Rachel suggested. The two of them needed to work on their relationship, rebuild the trust that had vanished.

“Dad wouldn't like that.”

“Probably not,” she agreed. “But I think it's more important for you and me to spend time together than for your father and me to have a night out.”

Rachel heard Jolene's sigh. “Dad wants to talk to you, though.”

“I'll see him after I drop you off at the theater.” If he
was disappointed about losing out on dinner, she'd bring him something to eat.

“Where do you want to go?” Jolene asked, displaying more enthusiasm now.

“How about Mexican?” Rachel suggested, knowing that was Jolene's favorite, too. She couldn't tolerate spicy food herself at the moment, but she'd order something fairly mild.

“Great!”

For a couple of minutes they chatted about what they'd have. “Could you give the phone back to your father?” Rachel asked when they'd finished.

“Okay.”

A moment later Bruce was on the line. “You're having dinner with Jolene and not me?” he demanded.

“I'll drop her off at the movies after dinner and then drive over to the house.”

“If that's what you want,” he said, but he didn't sound pleased by this unexpected turn of events.

“If it'll put you in a better mood, I'll bring you take-out.”

“I doubt anything's going to put me in a good mood,” he muttered.

This didn't bode well. “What's the problem?”

He sighed. “More of the same. We'll talk when you're here.”

Dinner with Jolene had been an inspiration, Rachel decided a little while later. There was a new level of honesty on the girl's part and traces of the easy affection that used to exist between them. Her stepdaughter talked about seeing the counselor and admitted she'd been jealous of Rachel's relationship with Bruce. Jolene's willingness to acknowledge her role in the separation was a huge step forward.

Jolene looked down at her plate. “Dad wants you to move back home,” she said.

“I know.” Rachel pushed aside her own half-eaten bowl of tortilla soup.

“Are you going to do it?”

“Probably. I hope so. But not yet.”

“Dad wants you home before Christmas, so we can be like a real family.”

Rachel didn't comment one way or the other.

“I'm glad you're not moving to Portland, Rachel,” Jolene told her.

Rachel, who'd been fishing inside her purse for her wallet, paused and looked up.

“If you left, that would be really hard on Dad…and I would've missed you, too.”