Cedar Cove Collection (Books 7-12). Debbie Macomber
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go ahead and be mad,” Christie greeted her sister. “Yell at me and get it over with.”
“Mad? Why would I be mad?” Teri asked.
“Because I didn’t show up yesterday.”
Teri sighed. “And we both know the reason for that.”
“I had to be to work at six this morning.”
“Bzzz.” Teri imitated an annoying buzzer sound. “Wrong answer. You didn’t show up because you were afraid to face James.”
No use trying to fool her sister.
“He came looking for me tonight,” Christie confessed.
“I know. How’d it go?”
Christie closed her eyes, debating how much to tell her. “Not good.”
“What happened?”
She settled for the plain, unvarnished truth; Teri was going to find out, anyway. “He … tried to apologize but … I wouldn’t let him.”
“Christie,” her sister said, “I thought you liked James.”
Like was such a mild word for the way she felt about him. “I do,” she whispered, wondering why she went to such lengths to prove the opposite.
“Then why did you—Oh, never mind, I know why. I did the same thing with Bobby. When he first showed interest in me, I did everything I could to chase him off. I thank God every day that he didn’t listen. What’s wrong with us, little sister, that we don’t recognize love when it comes knocking at our door?”
“James doesn’t love me—”
“Stop right this minute,” Teri said. “He cares about you—a lot.”
“If that’s the case, then why did he send me away when he was hurt?” she cried, unable to disguise her pain. “I wanted to be with him.”
“He was embarrassed, Christie. Surely you can understand. He didn’t want you to see him in that condition. He’d been beaten up! Give him a chance, will you?”
Christie was afraid to. She’d experienced so many disappointments—and this one would be the worst. “It won’t work.”
“You don’t know that,” Teri argued. “Look at Bobby and me. Who’d ever think the two of us would fall in love?”
“Listen, it might’ve worked out for you and Bobby, but that doesn’t mean it will for me. Let me deal with this my own way, all right?”
Something in her voice must have alerted her sister to the fact that Christie was serious. “All right,” Teri agreed with obvious reluctance, “if you’re sure …”
“I am,” Christie said firmly. “Promise me you’ll stay out of it.”
Teri sighed. “Okay then, if that’s how you want it.”
But Christie didn’t. Not really.
Six
“What’s for dinner?” Roy McAfee asked. His stomach growling, he glanced up from the Saturday edition of the Cedar Cove Chronicle and waited for his wife’s answer. It seemed to him that Corrie had been in the kitchen longer than usual.
“Leftovers.”
Again? Corrie was an excellent cook but it was the same every Thanksgiving. She chose the largest fresh turkey the store had available and then they ate bird for weeks on end. Really, how much turkey could four people consume? And how many versions of turkey did one man have to eat? Not that Roy was complaining—not really. He’d enjoyed Thanksgiving, and having two of his three children with Corrie and him was special enough.
“I’m making turkey pot pie,” she called from the kitchen. “It’ll be out of the oven in a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
“Mack will be joining us for dinner.”
“Good.” Lately Roy and his son had come to an understanding. He’d had high expectations of his only son. Then, as a teenager, Mack had rebelled and they’d been at odds ever since. All those years Roy was furious that Mack had refused to take his advice. Instead of finishing college and pursuing a solid career he’d dabbled in all kinds of things, often doing what Roy considered menial work, not worthy of his talents. They couldn’t spend an hour together without arguing. Everything had changed around the time Gloria entered their lives.
Gloria was the daughter he’d fathered with Corrie back in college. When he broke off the relationship he hadn’t realized she was pregnant. Not until much later did he learn that she’d borne their child and given Gloria up for adoption. For Corrie, pregnant and alone, it had been the right decision at the time. Still, their marriage had been haunted by the loss of the child they’d never known.
But life had, in a way, come full circle, bringing their child back to them. Gloria had searched for her birth parents, craving a relationship. And she’d found them. Roy had tried to steer his son into police work but it was Gloria who’d gone into law enforcement. She’d recently left the Bremerton police department to work for Troy Davis at the local sheriff’s office. Roy was proud to see her in uniform, serving the community he and Corrie—and now Gloria herself—called home.
Corrie stuck her head out of the kitchen. “I forgot to tell you Linnette phoned this afternoon while you were at the office.” As a private investigator, he often went in to work on weekends, especially if he had a backlog of cases.
Roy set the newspaper aside. Linnette was living in North Dakota, working as a waitress, and claimed to be loving it. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that what she loved was the town of Buffalo Valley. He’d sided with his daughter when she’d announced she was leaving Cedar Cove, although personally he hadn’t been in favor of it. However, as he’d told Corrie, it was Linnette’s life and Linnette’s decision. After the failure of her relationship with Cal Washburn, she’d been heartbroken and humiliated. She wanted out; Roy didn’t blame her. He hurt for her.
“She told me Thanksgiving with Pete and his family was very nice,” Corrie said, coming all the way into the living room now.
His wife’s face was flushed from the kitchen’s warmth and her hair was disheveled from running floury hands through it. Corrie had put on a few pound over the years—but then who hadn’t? To him, she was more beautiful at fifty-six than she’d ever been.
“Roy McAfee, why are you looking at me like that?” Corrie demanded.
“I was just thinking I’m married to a gorgeous woman.”
“Oh, honestly!” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you want to hear about Linnette?”
“Anything new with her?” He couldn’t imagine there would be. They’d talked a couple of days before Thanksgiving, as well as on Thanksgiving itself. Linnette had spent the day with Pete Somebody, a farmer she’d met. From the sound of it, he was a decent, hardworking young man. It was a bit soon for anything serious between them, but he trusted Linnette’s judgment and wanted her to be happy. He just wished she’d found that happiness a little closer to home.
“She’s been working with Hassie Knight.”
“The old woman who owns the pharmacy in Buffalo Valley?” he asked. It was hard to keep them straight, all the people Linnette mentioned in her phone calls. Generally, she spoke to Corrie and then his wife relayed the information to him.
“That’s the one.”
“Working on what?”
“Getting a medical clinic up and running,” Corrie said excitedly.
This was news, and Roy couldn’t believe she was just telling him now. He’d been home for a couple of hours. “Hey! That’s great.”
“Buffalo