Christmas Trio B. Debbie Macomber
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and would call her then.
“Do you want to marry David?” Ned asked. He was the only brother to take her feelings into consideration.
“Of course she wants to marry him,” Linc answered, scowling at him. “She’s about to have his baby, isn’t she?”
“I believe I can answer for myself.” Mary Jo calmly turned toward her oldest brother. “Actually—”
“You’re getting married,” Linc broke in.
“I won’t have you holding a gun on David!”
Linc shook his head, expression puzzled. “I don’t own a gun.”
She sighed; her brothers could be so literal sometimes. “I was speaking figuratively,” she said loftily.
“Oh.” Linc frowned. “Well, I’m not talking figures, I’m talking facts.” He raised one finger. “You’re having a baby.” He raised a second. “The father of that baby needs to accept his responsibilities.”
“He will,” Mary Jo murmured, although any hope that David would take care of her and the baby had long since been dashed.
“Yes, he will,” Mel said firmly, “because we’re going to make sure he does.”
“And that includes putting a wedding band on your finger,” Linc informed her, giving her a look that said he wouldn’t tolerate any argument.
The baby kicked as though in protest and Mary Jo echoed the child’s feelings. She no longer knew what she wanted. In the beginning she’d been head-over-heels in love with David. He was the most exciting man she’d ever met, and without even trying, he’d swept her off her feet. Mary Jo had been thrilled when he paid attention to her, a lowly accounting clerk. Compared to the boyfriends she’d had—as naive and inexperienced as she’d been herself—David was a romantic hero. An older man, confident, witty, indulgent.
“Mary Josephine,” Mel said loudly. “Are you listening?”
Blinking to clear her thoughts, Mary Jo focused on her middle brother. “I guess not, sorry.”
“Sorry?” Mel stormed. “We’re talking about your future here and the future of your son.”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Mary Jo yawned. She couldn’t help it. She covered her mouth with one hand and placed the other on her protruding belly. “I’m going to bed,” she declared.
“Mary Jo!” Linc shouted after her as if she were a marine recruit and he was her drill instructor. “We need to decide what to do here and now.“
“Can’t we talk about it in the morning?” She was too exhausted to continue this argument with her brothers at—she glanced toward the antique clock—almost midnight.
“No.”
“Linc, be reasonable.”
“We have to get this settled.” Mel joined forces with his older brother.
Again Ned didn’t speak. He cast her a look of quiet sympathy but he wasn’t taking sides. Mary Jo could see that he felt Linc and Mel were right—not about becoming Mrs. Rhodes but about the need to make some kind of decision.
“Okay, okay, but we’ve already said everything there is to say.” She sagged onto the sofa and tried to keep her eyes open.
Linc glanced at the clock, too. “As of about one minute ago, it’s officially Christmas Eve. Rhodes promised to be in touch before Christmas.”
Exhaling a deep sigh, Mary Jo shrugged. “He might’ve said on Christmas. I’ve forgotten.”
“Well, I haven’t.” Mel’s feet were braced wide apart, his arms folded across his chest.
“I haven’t forgotten, either.” Linc, too, crossed his arms. They looked like bouncers at a tough bar, but Mary Jo feared the person they’d toss out on his ear would be David Rhodes.
And he’d deserve it; she knew that. He’d deceived her not once, not twice, but a dozen times or more. Still, some of the responsibility was hers. Even though she was aware that he’d abused her trust, she’d foolishly believed him, giving him chance after chance. Now her brothers were trying to save her from him—and from herself.
“David said he’d contact you before Christmas,” Linc reminded her. “That gives him less than twenty-four hours.”
“Yes, it does.” Her agreeing with him was sure to confuse her well-meaning brothers.
Apparently shocked by her unaccustomed meekness, Linc narrowed his eyes, then checked the clock again. “Yup, less than twenty-four hours. It’s time you realized he has no intention of doing the proper thing.”
Mary Jo couldn’t argue with that. She was just tired of discussing it. “You never know,” she said, forcing a note of optimism into her voice.
“Then you’re living in a dream world, little sister,” Mel said through gritted teeth.
Ned sat down next to Mary Jo and reached for her hand. “Linc and Mel are right,” he told her gently.
“About what?” She was so exhausted, her vision had started to blur.
“Someone needs to get in touch with David. If we can’t find him, then one of his family members. He has to be held accountable.”
Linc snorted again. “David Rhodes has to make an honest woman of you.”
If Mary Jo heard that one more time she was going to scream. “I am an honest woman! I don’t need David or any man to validate what each of you should already know.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Linc muttered. “Don’t get your knickers in a knot. It’s only an expression.”
“What we all want,” Mel began, as if to clarify their thoughts, “is for you to be happy—with the father of your baby.”
Mary Jo doubted that was even possible. She’d lost faith in David and as much as she wanted to believe he loved her and cared about their child, the evidence stated otherwise.
“He’s not giving us any choice,” Linc said, his dark eyes menacing. “We’re going to find him and—”
“Linc, please. Hold off for a few days. Please.” She hated to plead but it was Christmas and she didn’t want to see the holiday ruined for any of them. She was protecting David—again—and the irony didn’t escape her. Despite all these months of intermittent contact and broken promises, Mary Jo still felt the urge to shield him from her brothers.
But her real concern was for Linc, Mel and Ned. She didn’t want them ending up in jail because of David.
“We’re not waiting another minute!” Mel boomed. “If David’s in Cedar Cove, we’re going to track him down.”
“No. Please,” she said shakily.
“You don’t have a say in this anymore.”
“Linc, it’s my life! Listen to me. I—”
“We’ve listened to you enough,” her oldest brother said matter-of-factly. “Now the three of us have decided to take matters into our own hands.”
Mary Jo couldn’t let her brothers get involved. She shuddered as she imagined them charging into Cedar Cove on Christmas Eve, bent on forcing David to marry her.
No, she couldn’t allow that to happen. Resolute, she stood up and started for her bedroom. “We’ll finish discussing this in the morning,” she said in as dignified a voice as she could man age.
Linc seemed about to argue, but her fatigue must have shown because he hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “There’ll be no avoiding it, understand?”
“Perfectly.”