Blossom Street Bundle. Debbie Macomber
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pile. Evelyn placed her briefcase on the table and opened it, then ceremoniously removed Ellen’s file.
Anne Marie sat across from her. Waiting…
“I located a copy of Ellen’s birth certificate and the father is listed—”
Anne Marie’s heart slammed hard against her ribs. She hadn’t expected this. “You have a name?” Okay, she’d deal with it. No matter what, Anne Marie would find a way to be part of Ellen’s life and she didn’t care what it cost.
Evelyn frowned. “If I’d been allowed to finish, you would’ve heard me say that Ellen’s father is listed as unknown.”
“That means…” Anne Marie was too excited to complete the question.
“It means that as far as the State of Washington is concerned, you’re free to adopt Ellen Falk.”
“Thank you,” Anne Marie whispered, her throat thickening with emotion. “Thank you so much.”
“Have you said anything to Ellen?”
Anne Marie hadn’t felt she could until she had all the facts. “Not yet.”
“Then let’s tell her now.” The social worker called out to the eight-year-old. “Ellen, would you please join us in the kitchen?”
Ellen immediately came inside and sat down in the chair next to Anne Marie.
“Hello, Ellen.”
The child regarded the social worker suspiciously. Anne Marie didn’t blame her; it was Evelyn Boyle who’d taken her out of class and uprooted her entire life with the news of her grandmother’s death.
Hoping to reassure Ellen, Anne Marie leaned over and gently touched her arm.
“What would you think if Anne Marie became your mother?” Evelyn asked. “Would you like that?”
Ellen didn’t answer right away. Then she turned and looked at Anne Marie. “Would I call you Mom?”
“If you wanted,” Anne Marie said. “Or you could call me Anne Marie. Whatever you prefer.”
“Could I have play dates with my friend Cassie if you were my mom?”
“Yes, of course.” Anne Marie remembered the day of the school concert, when she’d been approached by the mother of Ellen’s friend about a possible exchange of play dates.
Ellen looked from Anne Marie to the social worker. “Would it mean no one could ever take me away again?”
“No one, not ever,” Anne Marie promised.
Ellen shrugged. “I guess it would be all right.”
“You guess?” Anne Marie teased. “You guess?”
Ellen’s face lit up with a huge smile. “I’d like it a whole lot.”
“I would, too,” Anne Marie told her.
Ellen bounded out of her chair and threw her arms around Anne Marie’s neck.
“Wonderful,” Evelyn Boyle whispered. “This is just perfect. It’s cases like this that make everything else worthwhile.” She opened the file again. “I have all the paperwork with me. Be warned, though, the process will take about six months.”
Anne Marie didn’t care how long it took. The paperwork was a mere formality.
She already had her daughter, and Ellen had her mother.
Nothing would ever come between them again.
Chapter 31
“Tell me where we’re going,” Mark said, wheeling his chair alongside Barbie on 4th Avenue. They’d left Seattle Fitness and, after some pestering on her part, Mark had agreed to join her. She refused to allow his mood to taint this lovely May afternoon. The sun was shining, and she was in love. Mark loved her, too, although he wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
“It’s a secret. But we’re going to meet a couple of my friends first,” she explained. He knew that and had already agreed. “Stop acting so cranky.”
He was quiet for a moment. “You might not have noticed, but I don’t do well with most people.”
“I promise you’ll like Anne Marie and Ellen.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Mark, please, we’ve been through this.” She found it difficult to hold back a smile.
“You cheated,” Mark grumbled. “You lured me here under false pretenses, telling me you had a surprise for me.”
“I do have a surprise for you,” she said, ignoring his protests. “Besides, a deal is a deal.”
Mark slowed his pace. “I might be in a wheelchair, but…”
“A wheelchair doesn’t have anything to do with this.” They’d struck a bargain, and she was going to ensure he kept his part of it. She’d promised him dinner and an evening for just the two of them—after he’d met her friends. She hadn’t told him yet that dinner would be at her house.
“You don’t play fair,” he muttered.
“Doesn’t matter. You agreed.”
“Might I remind you that you had your legs wrapped around my waist at the time?”
“Oh, did I?” She loved being in the pool with Mark, especially when they had the entire area to themselves. It was never more than ten or fifteen minutes at the end of a session, and it didn’t always happen. But when it did…The water seemed to free him, allowing him to show his need for her in ways he never would while sitting in his chair. They played in the water, teased and kissed and chased each other. Gradually, the barriers Mark had erected against her, against the world, were coming down.
“These are two of your gal pals who also have a list of Twenty Wishes, right?”
“Right. Anne Marie has a list and I believe Ellen’s got one, as well.”
Mark still wasn’t satisfied. “But why do I have to meet them?”
She sighed. “Do you need a reason for everything?”
“Well, yes, I do,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s just how I am.”
“I don’t understand why you’re making such a fuss.”
“Okay, okay, but at least tell me where we’re going now.”
“If you must know,” she said, and smiled down at him, “we’re meeting them at a Burger King.” She’d been looking forward to introducing him to Anne Marie for quite a while.
He frowned. “I don’t eat fast food.”
Barbie knew Mark was a real stickler about his diet. For one thing, he had to be careful about his weight.
“We aren’t eating there. I’m making dinner at my place.”
Mark’s frown deepened. “I can’t get into your house,” he muttered.
“Mark,” she said, coming to a halt. “Would I invite you if you couldn’t get your wheelchair into my home?”
He studied her closely. “You have a ramp?”
She nodded.
His eyes revealed his shock. “You’re serious about us. You must be, if you’re going to all this trouble.”
“Are you finished arguing with me now?” She started walking again and had gone several feet before she realized he hadn’t budged. “Are you coming or not?”
Slowly, he wheeled toward her. “You really know how to get to a guy.”
“I’m happy you think so.” The joy that coursed through