Their Small-Town Love. Arlene James
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swung her gaze back to him, her mouth opened to blurt that she wouldn’t know, but then Rose jumped in, the stylish cut of her nut-brown hair swinging jauntily above her shoulders as she nodded. “Dad is fine,” she supplied.
“Looking forward to another grandchild,” Daniel added, smoothing a hand over his wife’s distended belly.
Ryan chuckled, and Ivy felt his hand relax atop hers just before he took it away. “Home to greet the new baby, then?”
“Not exactly,” Ivy hedged.
“That is,” Rose interjected uncertainly, “the baby is still two months or better away.”
Ivy frowned, her gaze going at once to Rose’s greatly expanded waistline. Although shorter and sturdier than her, Rose looked much too large to be eight or more weeks away from giving birth.
“Are you sure you’re not having twins?” Ryan joked, apparently agreeing with Ivy’s assessment.
Rose crinkled her pert nose. “It’s awful, isn’t it? I’m big as an elephant.”
“You are not,” Daniel insisted. As near to full-blood Choctaw as could be found, Daniel surprised Ivy by flushing hotly. Even the scalp beneath his ink-black hair seemed to glow a dark, dusky red. “It’s what they call a high-pressure pregnancy, lots of fluid.”
“All the more cushion for our little girl,” Rose said, smiling down at her stomach.
Little girl.
Ivy’s heart cracked open inside her chest, and the grief she’d kept bottled up for all these years poured out. Memories stormed her, yet she managed, just barely, to maintain a rigid calm.
“It’s a girl,” she heard the nurse say, cold metal gliding over her skin as the fuzzy, black-and-white image coalesced on the screen beside the examination table.
“It’s a girl,” the doctor announced months later, whisking the baby away.
A little girl, whom Ivy had never held or even seen, except at a distance.
A little girl who called someone else “Mommy.”
Chapter Two
“My sister-in-law, Cara,” Ryan said, standing in front of his chair. He’d stayed longer at Ivy’s table than he’d intended, so long that his family had finally wandered over in search of him, necessitating a spate of introductions.
Ivy clapped her long slender hands to her cheeks, gaping at Cara. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were part of the Jefford family.”
Ryan glanced from one to the other, surprised that they had evidently already met.
Cara laughed. “No reason why you should have known. I understand you haven’t been around for a while, and the wedding was just three weeks ago. I should have made my identity clear when we met at the motel.”
“I just never dreamed that Holt had married,” Ivy said, exclaiming, “And you, too, Charlotte! It’s been a season of weddings for the Jeffords.”
Charlotte laughed. “So it has.”
Ryan said, “I was telling Ivy about the house you and Ty are building.”
“Yes, the old Moffat place, just east of here,” Charlotte said, smiling that utterly content smile of hers.
“What a beautiful spot,” Ivy murmured. “I’ve always loved that place.”
“Listen, Cara’s been on her feet all day,” Holt interrupted, his arm curling around Cara’s shoulders as he addressed his brother. “We’re going to find our seats now.”
Ryan nodded saying, “You go on. I’ll be along shortly.”
“I could use a chair myself,” Ty announced, urging Charlotte to follow Holt.
“Nice to see you again, Ivy,” Charlotte said, falling in line.
“You, too. And congratulations! Both of you. I mean, all of you!”
The family moved away with smiles and little waves. Ryan intended to say a quick goodbye and take his leave as well, but then Rose began to push up from the table, muttering that she should visit the ladies’ room before dinner. Daniel stood to help her to her feet, and then trailed along behind her protectively, leaving Ryan alone with Ivy. Not only did it seem rude to walk away at that point, he found that he did not want to. Ivy had always intrigued him, and that appeared not to have changed. He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that he had about a quarter-hour before he must report to the head table, so he sat down again.
“You don’t have to keep me company,” Ivy said with a gentle smile.
“Nonsense,” he told her. “We have lots to catch up on. So what have you been doing with yourself? Why haven’t I seen you in all these years?”
Ivy’s smile wilted around the edges and shadows darkened her warm brown eyes. “I’ve been on the move pretty much the whole time. That’s how it is in my business. You go from one radio market to another, hoping to catch on in enough places to build a national following so you can squeeze a few more dollars out of the next contract.”
To Ryan, that seemed a singularly unappealing way to live. He couldn’t imagine pulling up roots every few months. “Where are you working now?”
“If all goes as planned, Oklahoma City.”
“Ah, so that’s what finally brings you our way.”
She shrugged delicately. “It just all sort of worked out.”
“Must be difficult to make friends and build relationships, moving around so much,” he surmised. “I assume you’re not married since I notice that you’re unescorted and not wearing a ring.” He reached for her left hand and turned it over atop the table as if to prove his point.
“I’m not married,” she confirmed before looking pointedly at his own hand. “Neither, apparently, are you.”
He laughed. “Never married. Never even been close.”
“And here you’ve stayed all this time?”
“And here I’ve stayed all this time. Maybe that’s the problem. There aren’t many single women here in Eden.”
“Oh, but there are many ways to meet people, surely. I mean, stranger things have happened.”
“You’re telling me! Just look at Holt and Charlotte.”
“So why not you?” Ivy asked, her eyes locking with his.
“To tell you the truth, I think I’m just too busy. I don’t have time to date, let alone fall in love and get married.” He spread his hands, and smiled. “So what’s your excuse?”
Ivy looked down, saying, “I drove a nail in that coffin a long time ago.”
The forced lightness of her tone hinted at sadness, and Ryan suddenly felt ill at ease. Shifting in his seat, he strove to bring back a casual, chatty air. “Career girl, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“I understand devotion to one’s career, believe me,” he said, sounding a little too hearty even to his own ears yet somehow unable to stop himself. “Education is my calling, and let me tell you, it’s more than a full-time job. Much as I love it, though, it gets in the way of normal life. Take your dad, for instance,” he blundered on. “I’m ashamed to say I haven’t seen him or even thought of him in a long time. Until I saw you here tonight, I didn’t realize how long it’s been.”
“Really?” she asked, looking slightly stricken. “You haven’t seen him at all?”
Ryan wanted to bite his tongue. Now she sounded worried.
“No, I’m sorry, not in…well,