Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 3 (53 page)

Chad helped her on with her sweater. Gloria had fretted over what to wear; she didn't want to appear too casual, nor did she want to overdress. In the end she chose white linen pants, a sleeveless white top and a pink sweater with a rose pattern.

She locked her apartment and they walked to the restaurant. “I parked my car there earlier,” he explained. “I thought after dinner we could go for a ride, if you'd like.”

“Sure. That would be nice.”

He reached for her hand and she let him take it. His hold was gentle; she could feel herself beginning to relax. If they
could
start over, they might actually become friends—and then they could see if friendship led to anything else.

The dinner was everything she'd hoped it would be—and feared. Once the awkwardness left her, they talked for two hours over succulent crab cakes and the same wine she'd served at the apartment. Chad told her about his experiences at the clinic and she responded with stories from her years of police work.

“I'd accepted a position in the E.R. in Tacoma,” he said at one point.

“Were they upset when you changed your mind?” If so, Gloria would have to take the blame.

“Not too much. They said if I ever wanted a job to let them know.”

She looked into her wineglass and whispered, “I'm glad you stayed in Cedar Cove.”

“I am, too.”

He added something Gloria couldn't quite make out. It sounded like “More than ever.” But she couldn't be sure.

They finished their meal, ending with coffee, and strolled along the waterfront for a while. Warm from the bottle of wine they'd shared and feeling more at ease than she'd thought possible, Gloria smiled over at Chad. “I'm really enjoying myself.”

“Don't act so surprised.”

“But I
am
surprised. I didn't expect it to be like this.”

Chad rested one hand lightly on her shoulder. “I always knew it would be,” he said.

Gloria decided not to respond.

They walked in silence for another ten minutes, and then Chad led her to his car, a sporty convertible. He put the top down. “Don't worry,” he said, “I only had a glass and a half of wine.”

She nodded. “Where are we going?” she asked once they were both seated inside.

“Where would you like to go?”

The answer that came automatically to mind was “home.” She wanted her life to go back to the way it was when her parents were alive. She wanted to go home to California, where she'd been raised and everything felt familiar. But that wasn't possible. Her life there was over. Her parents were buried, her home sold. Everything she knew and loved was gone.

“Wherever you'd like,” she said, since he was waiting for an answer.

“Okay.” He put the car in gear and they headed down Harbor Street, then around the cove toward Bremerton.
Chad turned on a golden-oldies station and they sang along to classics from Elvis to the Rolling Stones. The car took the corners smoothly and soon Gloria was laughing, closing her eyes in exhilaration and letting the wind tangle her hair.

“I love the sound of your laughter,” Chad said as he pulled into a parking lot near the shipyard and shut off the engine.

Gloria smiled when he reached for her hand.

“I feel good,” she whispered. “I don't know why, either—unless it's the wine. And the music.”

“Well, those things help, and so does my charming company, but I know what the big reason is.”

Curious, she looked at him.

“You found your family,” Chad said.

“My birth parents,” she said. The McAfees had made every effort to welcome her into their lives but it hadn't really worked. Not for her. She didn't fit. Much as she wanted to belong, she simply didn't. It felt forced, like trying to break into a closed circle. The desire was there on both sides, but it would take more than blood to create this bond.

“You have a new family now,” he added.

Gloria didn't doubt that Roy and Corrie loved her. She felt their love—and their regret. She'd been excited to learn she had a full sister and brother, but try as they might they hadn't truly connected. Not like real siblings. Yes, they'd become friends, but these weren't intimate friendships.

“Gloria?”

“
Do
I have a family?” she asked, and was shocked when her voice cracked. She so badly wanted to fit in with the McAfees and didn't. Couldn't. Linnette tried to keep in touch but they weren't close, not the way Gloria wanted. Only yesterday she'd found out from Corrie, who'd come
over to her apartment with the news, that Linnette was married and having a baby. Gloria was the last one in this so-called family to hear of her sister's marriage. Okay, so Linnette had kept her wedding and pregnancy a secret from her parents, too, but Mack knew. Linnette hadn't told Gloria, though.

To her acute embarrassment, tears gathered in her eyes.

“Gloria?”

“Linnette's married,” she whispered, and blinked furiously, embarrassed beyond words by this unexpected display of emotion.

Chad frowned.

“She married P-Pete Mason.” Somehow Gloria managed to choke out the words. “I'm going to be…” She was about to say
an aunt,
when Chad slipped his finger beneath her chin and turned her face toward him.

He was going to kiss her. She started to tell him she didn't want his kiss when his mouth settled lightly on hers. Awareness ripped through her, and even as her brain screamed in protest she willingly surrendered her mouth to his. Winding her arms around his neck, Gloria yielded to the comfort of his embrace.

She wasn't sure how long they kissed. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. When Chad broke away, he released a shuddering breath, then immediately started the car and drove out of the darkened lot.

Gloria didn't know where they were going. She didn't care. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the back of the seat and tried to understand what had just happened. Or, more accurately, what was
about
to happen.

They arrived at Chad's apartment near the medical facility. He turned off the engine and looked straight ahead. “Tell me to take you home, Gloria.”

“Why?” she asked. Her voice shook.

“Because if we go inside, we both know what'll happen.”

She didn't speak.

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“Chad, I—” She couldn't do it. With Chad, every defense she'd ever erected tumbled down as soon as he kissed her. Her resolve, her determination that this wouldn't be a repeat of their first date, flew out the proverbial window.

Reaching over, she slipped her hand around his neck and brought his lips back to hers. That kiss was like setting a match to a keg of dynamite. Chad pulled away from her and got out of the car.

Gloria didn't wait for him to come around and open her door. She climbed out and was in his arms again within seconds. They kissed continually on the way to his apartment.

He fumbled with the keys. She didn't make it any easier, nibbling on his ear as he attempted to unlock his door.

Once inside he didn't turn on the lights. Gloria was glad. She removed her sweater, hardly able to get it off fast enough; her top and her bra followed. With the same sense of urgency, Chad threw off his clothes and led her into the bedroom.

Entwined, they fell onto the bed without bothering to pull back the sheets. They made love once, drifted off to sleep, and then again when they woke in the middle of the night. Afterward, he cuddled her spoon-fashion, wrapping the sheet and blanket around her shoulders, placing his arm around her waist.

Gloria woke up at five that morning, feeling sick to her stomach. They'd done it again. She'd spilled her guts to a man she barely knew, revealed her disappointment after finding her family. Even now, she couldn't figure
out what it was about this man that made her forget every scrap of common sense she'd ever possessed.

Chad snored softly close to her ear. Taking care not to wake him, Gloria slid out of bed. Her clothes were scattered across three rooms. She collected everything in the dark and quietly dressed.

She left Chad a note and propped it against his coffeepot, then tiptoed silently out of his apartment and walked back to her own. The early-morning chill seeped into her bones.

This wouldn't happen again. It
couldn't.
They'd been in such a hurry, so hot for each other, they hadn't even taken time to use birth control. They'd behaved with complete irresponsibility. Not once, but twice. They were a doctor and a cop—two people who certainly knew better. Her face burned.

Chad had some mystifying, incomprehensible hold on her that stripped away all logic, all reason. It was this quality of his that frightened her—his ability to leave her powerless, vulnerable. She'd never experienced anything like it with another man.

Not that she didn't blame herself just as much for ceding control to him. When she talked to high school girls, didn't she tell them that was exactly what they
shouldn't
do? Some role model she was! She'd put herself in a situation she couldn't handle, one she
knew
she couldn't handle.

The only option, the only way to make sure this wouldn't be repeated, was to tell Chad she never wanted to see him again. She'd written a note that made it clear once and for all.

Twelve

M
ary Jo had dinner in the oven when she heard Mack's truck pull into their shared driveway. Despite everything, her heart beat a little faster but she tried to ignore the way he made her feel. Falling in love could be dangerous, as she well knew, and she refused to put Noelle and herself at risk again. As much as possible, she ruthlessly shoved aside every bit of tenderness she felt for Mack. He made that difficult, however, and she'd started to weaken….

As he climbed out, she opened her front door and stood on the small porch.

“Hi,” she called. She couldn't forget the kiss they'd exchanged when he'd found Joan's diary. She tried not to think about it and yet it popped into her mind at the most inopportune times. Like now…

“Hi.” Mack walked over to where she stood. “Something smells good,” he said, attempting to look around her and into the kitchen.

“Is that a hint?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Could be. What's cookin'?”

“I call it Reuben casserole. Linc had me make it at least every other week.”

“What's in it?”

“Sauerkraut and corned beef.”

“Sauerkraut.” Mack wrinkled his nose in distaste.

“You don't like sauerkraut?”

“Not particularly, but if this is Linc's favorite, then I'd be willing to give it a try.” His gaze held hers, and Mary Jo had the impression that even if she'd baked rocks he would've been happy to come for dinner. The thought made her feel light-headed. They'd kissed before, plenty of times. But the night he'd discovered the diary it'd been different, more intense…deeper. It was as though the barriers between them had vanished. Together they'd found a missing piece of the puzzle that intrigued them both. And perhaps a missing part of
their
puzzle, as well, a connecting piece that brought them together.

“You're welcome to join us,” Mary Jo said, and had to admit she hoped he would.

“I'll go clean up and be back in ten minutes,” he said.

Mary Jo watched him walk into his own place and then turned to look at her daughter, who sat in her baby seat, chewing on her tiny fist. Noelle was teething, which made her irritable and a bit feverish. “Mack's coming for dinner,” she announced giddily. She'd fed Noelle earlier and the baby had fussed, not really interested. Mary Jo didn't blame her.

The previous Sunday, Mack and Mary Jo had gone to the movies. It'd felt more like a real date than the other times they'd gone places together, perhaps because they were on their own, without Noelle to consider. Their relationship still seemed casual but was quickly gaining momentum. Noelle had stayed with Roy and Corrie; Corrie said she'd loved having her and seemed to mean it.

Mary Jo had set the table and placed the casserole in the middle, together with a green salad and fresh bread, by the time Mack returned.

“Dinner looks great,” he said, eyeing it appreciatively as they sat down.

She dished up the casserole and passed him the salad. “I've been reading Joan's diary whenever I have a chance,” she said. Actually, she'd done little else during her free time since they'd found the book. She'd started with January 1, 1944, getting to know the intimate thoughts of this woman who'd become so important to her.

“Anything interesting so far?”

“It's
all
interesting. She refers a lot to how she didn't get along with her sister. Apparently Elaine wanted her to date Marvin's brother Earl.”

“And Marvin is?”

“Oh, that's Elaine's husband.”

“Was Earl in the service?”

Mary Jo shrugged. “She doesn't say. It's sort of hard to follow because each entry is only three or four lines. Joan writes in this shorthand way. ‘Busy today,' ‘no letter from Jacob,' that kind of thing.”

“Can I see the diary when we're finished eating?”

“Oh, sure.” They continued their meal, with Noelle—finally content—in her baby seat. Mack had obviously changed his views on sauerkraut, since he had two helpings. They cleared the table and Mary Jo made coffee, then retrieved the journal from her room. The night before, she'd read until the words had started to blur.

“Did you get to June 6, 1944?” he asked.

“No, just to the first part of May.” Perhaps because she was afraid of what she might learn or because she was so involved in Joan's day-to-day life, Mary Jo hadn't skipped ahead.

“I wonder if she mentions D-day,” he said, opening the clasp and flipping through the pages. “‘June 6, 1944. Did my washing. No mail from Jacob. Worked hard all day on troop transports.'”