Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove Series, Volume 3 (32 page)

“About ten minutes ago.”

“Does Mary Jo know about this?”

“Not yet. We stopped by to tell her.”

Mack stared at them both.

The door to Mary Jo's half of the duplex opened and when she saw Linc in his suit—with Lori beside him—she frowned. She looked at Mack for an explanation.

“Your brother's got news,” Mack said, standing back, his fingers in the pockets of his jeans.

Mary Jo returned her attention to Linc, who placed his arm around his wife. “Mary Jo,” he said formally, “I'd like you to meet your new sister-in-law, Lori Bellamy.”

“Lori Wyse,” she corrected.

Mary Jo's mouth sagged open, much the way Mack's had. “You're
married?
The two of you?”

Linc grinned sheepishly and nodded.

“You didn't say a word about this to me!”

“To anyone.” Linc wanted her to understand that she hadn't been excluded. “The boys don't know yet.”

Shaking her head, Mary Jo turned to face Lori. “You really married my brother?”

Lori nodded. “I love him.”

“You do?” Linc echoed. When Lori had asked him if he loved
her,
it'd never occurred to him that she might be that sure about her own feelings, especially this soon.

“She must love you,” Mary Jo said. “Well, come on in. Your name is Lori?”

“Yes.” Lori broke away from his side and followed Mary Jo into the house.

Linc remained outside with Mack. He inclined his head toward the door. “Mary Jo's not upset, is she?”

Mack lifted his hand in a gesture that suggested Linc's guess was as good as his. “I'd say we're both more surprised than anything. You could've said something, you know.”

“I could have,” Linc agreed, “but I didn't.”

Mack laughed. “If you'd been willing to wait, we might have had a double wedding.”

“We didn't want to wait.” Linc kicked at the grass with the tip of his shoe, then figured he might as well disclose the other changes he planned to make. “I'm moving to Cedar Cove.”

Mack's nod didn't reveal anything one way or the other.

“Lori,” he suddenly said. “Lori Bellamy. She's the ex-fiancée of that guy who used to work for Allen Harris—”

“Yes,” Linc interrupted sharply. “But that's in the past.”

Mack nodded again. “What are your plans now?”

“I'll be moving in with Lori right away and making the commute to Seattle until Mel and Ned feel okay about running things on their own.” Privately, Linc had set a time limit of two months.

“What then?”

“I'm starting an offshoot of the business here.”

“What about Lori?”

“She'll continue working until she gets pregnant.” Linc intended to do his part to make sure that happened as quickly as possible. “After the baby's born, she wants to stay home.”

“Mary Jo wants to keep her job,” Mack said.

That didn't surprise Linc. He just hoped Mack understood what he was letting himself in for when he married her. He'd never known a woman more obstinate than his little sister.

The two men went into the house and Lori smiled at Linc. “I invited Mary Jo and Mack to join us for our wedding dinner.”

Linc forced a smile in response. “What about the baby?”

“My mother would welcome the opportunity to babysit Noelle,” Mack said.

“Do you want me to phone her?” Mary Jo asked.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Not five minutes later, the whole dinner party was arranged. Reservations were made at a place called D.D.'s on the Cove, after which they all drove over to the McAfees' house to drop off Noelle. At Mack's suggestion, Linc and Lori waited in the truck; then they headed to the restaurant for their six-thirty reservation.

Linc would've preferred dinner with just Lori. However, he'd acceded to her wishes. Mack ordered cham
pagne, which went straight to Linc's head. Come to think of it, he hadn't eaten since early that morning. When the food arrived, he was the first to finish his meal.

The others didn't seem to be in any hurry. He yawned several times as a broad hint that they should wind things up, but no one noticed his impatience. When they were finally ready to go, Lori announced, “I need you to drive me back to Mary Jo's place.”

Linc sat with his key in the ignition and turned to look at her. “You do?” He couldn't hide his disappointment. “Why?” He wondered if Lori was making excuses to delay their wedding night.

“She has something for me,” Lori explained, gently patting his knee. “It won't take long, I promise.”

Reluctantly he followed Mack and his sister back to the McAfees' house to get Noelle, which meant another ten-minute delay.

“What's this thing my sister has for you?” Linc demanded as they waited in the car. “Can't you get it some other time?”

Lori gave an exaggerated sigh. “Are you
sure
you want to know?”

“Yes,” he insisted.

“Okay… It's a special nightgown for our wedding night. It's from France and it's black silk. I…should've planned for this—only, well, I didn't and now I'm sorry.”

“And where exactly did my sister get this?” Frankly Linc didn't like the idea of Mary Jo passing off some secondhand nightgown to Lori.

“She said a friend gave it to her when it seemed she was going to marry Noelle's father.”

“Oh.”

“You don't mind, do you?”

He couldn't very well broadcast his intention of removing this fancy French nightgown ten seconds after she put it on, so he answered with a halfhearted shrug. “I don't mind if it's important to you.”

“Everything about tonight is important to me.”

“Me, too,” Linc admitted.

After Noelle had been loaded into Mack's car, Linc drove to the duplex on Evergreen Place. Lori hopped out of the truck, ran inside with Mary Jo and was back in less than five minutes.

By the time she returned she was grinning from ear to ear.

“What's so funny?”

“Your sister. I like her. We're going to be good friends.”

Wonderful, just wonderful. “You got that nightgown?”

“Got it.” She balanced the box on her lap. “Mary Jo wanted me to tell you it's her wedding gift to you and me.”

“Great.”

Following Lori's instructions, he drove to her apartment building and parked in the lot. He came around to help her out, then reached into the back for his suitcase. They walked toward the building arm in arm.

He'd never been to her apartment so he hadn't realized how delicate and feminine it was, although he probably should've expected it. There were floral prints on the walls and the white sofa was decorated with a variety of pink pillows in varying sizes and fabrics. The kitchen was one that would make Martha Stewart proud. That was fine by Linc. He was thoroughly tired of his brothers' cooking, not to mention his own.

“Should I put this in the bedroom?” he asked, grabbing his suitcase. The idea was to steer Lori in that direction as quickly as possible.

“Sure.”

Linc was in and out of the room in two seconds flat. “The bed's got a canopy!”

“Yes, I know.”

As far as he was concerned, this should've been revealed long before their wedding night. “I can't sleep under a canopy.” Call him silly or macho or anything you wanted; it was something he just couldn't tolerate.

Lori said nothing. After a moment she gestured helplessly. “I only have the one bedroom.”

“Okay, fine, we'll sleep on the sofa tonight.”

She studied him as if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had. One thing was certain: he wasn't sleeping in pink sheets with a froufrou canopy over his head. It would make him feel like…like he'd charged into the private domain of some princess.

Without commenting Lori disappeared inside the bedroom and quietly closed the door. Linc didn't follow. Sitting down on the sofa, he picked up a magazine and started to flip through the pages.

He didn't notice how many minutes passed before she came back, and when she did, the issue of
Home and Garden
slipped from his fingers and fell to the carpet.

Lori posed in the bedroom doorway, wearing a little piece of black silk. A little piece of nothing. Something seemed to be stuck in his throat as he tried not to stare. It didn't work. He couldn't look anywhere but at her.

“My sofa doesn't turn into a bed, Linc,” she told him. “If we sleep there, we'll both be uncomfortable.”

Sofa? What sofa?

“I'll make sure the canopy comes down in the morning, okay?”

He nodded several times and still had trouble swallowing.

Lori held out her hand and Linc stood and walked toward her. She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love.

Bending down, he slid his arms around her and half lifted her from the floor before lowering his mouth to hers. She threw her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with a soft, welcoming moan.

Oh, yes, it was a good thing they were married.

Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold of her bedroom, old-fashioned to the last.

Thirty

T
he phone woke Christie out of a deep sleep. Only after several rings did she realize the irritating sound wasn't part of some dream. Blindly, she fumbled for the receiver.

“Hello,” she said groggily.

“It's time.” She didn't recognize the voice.

Christie sat up and shook the hair out of her face. “Time? Time for what? Who is this?”

“Bobby.”

Instantly Christie was wide awake, her heart clamoring. “Are you telling me Teri's in labor?”

“Yes.” Her brother-in-law sounded odd, nothing like his normal self.

“Where are you?” Christie asked.

“At the birthing center in Silverdale.” His answer was clipped and, most alarming of all, fearful.

“It's early, isn't it?” Teri hadn't quite reached thirty-four weeks; thirty-six would have been more favorable. But she'd obviously gone into labor before the scheduled c-section could take place. A couple of days before, Christie had been to visit her. Teri had, in her own words, looked as big as a house and felt about as uncomfortable
as a migraine. Her ankles had swollen and she complained bitterly about the no-salt diet her obstetrician had put her on. Despite her discomfort, it'd been a good visit. The subject of James hadn't come up even once. That helped.

“Yes, too early…Teri's afraid,” Bobby continued. “She's afraid she's going to lose the babies.”

“I'm on my way.” Christie wasn't sure what she could do; all she knew was that she had to be with Teri and Bobby. Her sister needed her and Bobby did, too.

“Thank you.” The relief in his voice was palpable.

Christie nearly leaped out of bed and threw on yesterday's clothes. She didn't bother with makeup and took only long enough to run a brush through her hair.

Teri was having the babies.

A surge of emotion blasted through her, and she felt like a rocket launched into space. A few minutes earlier she'd been dead to the world. Now she flew around the room, getting ready and, strangest of all, fighting back tears.

Christie wasn't a weeper. Oh, she lowered her guard on occasion, but it wasn't something she made a habit of doing. If she was going to let herself cry every time she experienced emotional distress, she should buy stock in a tissue company.

Ten minutes after Bobby's phone call, Christie slammed out the door. She suspected the only reason she didn't get a speeding ticket on the thirty-five-minute drive to Silverdale was the time—2:15 a.m. She took up two parking spaces when she screeched into the lot, then jumped out of the car as if it'd burst into flames.

When she exploded into the foyer at the birthing center she found James Wilbur pacing the area, waiting for her.

Christie stopped cold. In her rush to get to Teri, she'd forgotten about James. Of course he'd be at the hospital. He would've driven Teri and Bobby there.

“I have your badge information filled out for you,” he said. “They'll need to check your identification.”

“A badge?” Her mouth felt dry as she struggled to hide her reaction to seeing him again. It'd been weeks since they'd last spoken. She'd only recently begun to win the battle of keeping thoughts of him at bay.

“Before you're allowed in the birthing area,” he said in dispassionate tones, “you have to be cleared. As soon as you show your identification, you can have the badge. Without it you won't be admitted.”

“Oh.” She reached for her purse, took out her driver's license and was issued the badge.

Once it was in her hand, James said, “I'll take you.”

“Thank you.” All of a sudden she sounded the way Bobby had on the phone—anxious, uncertain, afraid.

James nodded toward the receptionist, who buzzed them through the double doors. He led Christie down the hallway to a waiting area outside the labor rooms.

“Where's Bobby?”

“He's with Teri.”

“Oh.” Of course. So apparently she'd been delegated to sit and wait for news with James. That wouldn't be so bad, except it meant she'd have to be in the same small space with him.

He stared at her for a moment, then broke eye contact. “I'll let Bobby know you're here.”

“Good. Thanks.” Christie sat down on the sofa, sliding to the edge of the cushion, and nervously rubbed her hands.

James returned with Bobby. Her brother-in-law looked terrible. Christie had never seen anyone with less color. Bobby seemed about to collapse.

She got up and walked over to hug him. “Everything's
going to be fine,” she said, although she had no assurance of that.

“Teri's in
pain.
”