glance darted to her mother, then hurriedly returned to Chloe. “I don’t blame you,” she said. “In your shoes, I’d probably feel the same way.”
“Thank you,” Chloe said. She looked at her aunt.
Her aunt sighed. “You know I’ll support you no matter what you ultimately decide.”
“I’ve already decided. And I won’t change my mind.”
“I just … well, I don’t see how you can keep your baby a secret from him. Riverton’s a small town. He’s bound to find out you’ve had a baby. Don’t you think he’ll put two and two together? And then what?”
“He won’t find out.”
“Chloe, of course he’ll find out …”
“I’m moving away.”
“What?” Molly looked stricken.
Jane was shaking her head. “Chloe, sweetheart, you can’t move away.”
“Of course I can. It’s easy. There’s no problem with the townhouse—I mean, because of the wedding I’d already given my notice.”
“But, sweetie,” Jane said, “where will you go?”
“I thought Syracuse.”
“You’ll hate Syracuse,” Molly said. “You know how much you dislike traffic and crowds.”
“I’ll get used to the differences. Besides, I don’t plan to live downtown or anything like that. I hope to buy or rent a little house out in the suburbs. Don’t look so unhappy. You can come see me whenever you want, and I’ll visit here, too. As long as I’m not out and about in Riverton, there’s very little chance Todd will find out about the baby.”
“How soon are you planning to go?” Jane asked. Her forehead was still creased with concern.
“By July 1st, I thought.”
“So soon?” Molly said.
“Well, I figured I’d begin showing in August. No sense in taking any chances.”
“I hate this,” Molly said. “And it’s all that jerk’s fault!” If looks could kill, Todd would bite the dust.
“Have you seen a doctor yet?” Jane asked.
Chloe shook her head. “I was planning to ask Todd’s mother who she’d recommend. I thought that might be a way to win her over … if I asked for her advice.” So much for that plan.
“You are planning to see someone soon, aren’t you? Just to confirm everything and get prenatal vitamins and everything,” Jane said. “I mean, you’re not going to wait until you move.”
“I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Chloe said. Lord, there were so many things to think about. “But yes, I guess I should see someone here first. Is there anyone you’d recommend?”
“Go to Dr. Ramsey,” Molly said. “She’s Sylvia’s ob-gyn, and Sylvia loves her. Says she’s wonderful.” Sylvia Alvarez was a coworker at the school where Molly taught.
“I still wish—” Jane started.
“Aunt Jane,” Chloe said, “I know what you wish. I wish it, too. I don’t want to leave Riverton any more than you and Molly want me to, but I see no other way. The Hopewell family has made it very clear they want nothing to do with me. And now I want nothing to do with them. I’m not taking any chances with my baby. And if that means I have to move away, so be it.”
Just before noon, Chloe was in the middle of a particularly intricate Web-site design when the doorbell rang. “Damn,” she mumbled. She wasn’t expecting any deliveries today. She considered ignoring the caller, but like the phone, she found the doorbell almost impossible to ignore. After nudging Samson out of the way, she headed toward the hallway.
The doorbell rang again as she approached the front door. “I’m coming.” She could see a man’s jeans-clad leg in the left glass panel at the side of the door. Frowning, she peered into the peephole. Startled by the sight of Simon Hopewell’s face, she jerked back.
Todd’s brother! What in the world was he doing there?
Smoothing down her knit shirt and khaki cargo pants, she opened the door.
“Hello, Chloe.”
“Hello, Simon.” Her heart was beating a little too fast, and it irritated her that just the sight of a member of Todd’s family could rattle her.
“May I come in?”
His gray eyes, which reminded her of the color of clouds on a rainy day, looked troubled. What was he worried about? He wasn’t the one who’d practically been stood up at the altar. He wasn’t the one who was pregnant—but of course he knew nothing about that. Did he think she might sue the family or something? She shrugged. “I suppose so.”
“I’m sorry to bother you during the day. I know you work at home. But I really needed to see you.”
By now he had stepped into the entryway.
Grudgingly, she admitted to herself that Simon Hopewell seemed like a nice person. Unlike his mother, he’d certainly never been anything but kind to her.
Resigned, she led him into her small living room. Indicating the sofa, she said, “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? Iced tea? Water? Coffee?”
“Thank you, no. I’m fine.” He sat on the end of the sofa, and she sat in the bentwood rocking chair on the other side of the room.
“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about everything that’s happened.”
“Thank you.”
“I also wanted you to know that my brother’s actions disgust me, and I’ve told him so.”
Chloe could just imagine what Todd thought about that. He’d told her often enough how overbearing Simon was. “He thinks he knows everything,” he’d said more than once. “Always trying to tell me what to do.”
“One of the things that worries me is I know you’ve incurred wedding expenses.”
Chloe thought about the wedding gown hanging in her closet upstairs. The fact she’d bought it off the sale rack at Bloomingdale’s didn’t soften the reality that she’d paid more than eight hundred dollars for it. The veil had been another three hundred and fifty. Perhaps it could be returned. The dress couldn’t; it had been altered to fit her. Thank goodness she hadn’t paid the deposit on the country club. That had been Todd’s doing because he’s the one who had wanted to hold the reception there. Chloe would have been happy with a small reception in the church hall after the ceremony.
And then there were the deposits for the church, the flowers, the cake, the material for Molly’s dress and the photographer. Oh, well. Thank goodness she hadn’t charged anything. Everything had been paid for in cash. So even though she was out the money, at least she
