heard Reba gearing up for the next volley. “When you’re a mother, maybe then you’ll begin to understand. I think it might be better if we don’t talk for a few days.”
“I’ll call you soon. I promise.”
“I don’t think you realize how much you’ve changed, Laurel. You’re not the same girl our son fell in love with.” There was a click.
I’m not a teenager anymore, Reba.
Laurel had married Scott as soon as she’d graduated from high school. Her plans to become an elementary school teacher had to be put on hold to accommodate his career. She’d been a very young bride, too young to recognize what life in the military really meant. Scott never gave it a thought. Being a top gun provided him with the continual thrills and excitement he craved.
He’d been the youngest of five children, all of whom were now married and living in or near Philadelphia. With hindsight, Laurel could see that his parents had never gotten over losing him to the Air Force.
It was a case of arrested development on their part, she decided. They were the proud parents of an outstanding son who’d left home too soon. They were stuck in the past.
Laurel couldn’t help them with that.
It was the reason she didn’t want to live around them on a permanent basis. Nothing was going to restore Scott to life. She refused to let her child become the focus of their unassuaged longing to have their son back.
Primarily because of that, she hadn’t let the ultrasound technician tell her the sex of her baby.
Secretly she was praying for a girl. A sweet little girl who wouldn’t be the embodiment of the son they’d doted on before Scott left home.
Scotty, their thrill-seeking, daredevil son. Scotty, who’d taken Laurel’s heart on a roller-coaster ride around the world before it all came to a screeching halt decades sooner than they’d expected.
“Laurel?” her sister said. “Are you all right?”
Suddenly back in the present, she turned off the phone and stood up. “No,” she said in a quiet voice. “It was awful. I hated hurting her.”
“But you had to do it.” Julie hugged her as best she could, considering Laurel’s pregnancy. “I’m proud of you.”
“I’m pretty proud of myself. When I first met Scott’s mother, I couldn’t imagine ever talking to her the way I just did. I love his parents a lot, but they have this way of taking over, you know?”
Her sister winked. “That’s probably why Scott went into the Air Force.”
“You mean to get away from them?” Soon after she’d married Scott, the same thought had crossed Laurel’s mind, but she would never have voiced it aloud.
“Maybe. If you’ve noticed, the rest of their children haven’t been as courageous.”
“That’s because they didn’t inherit Scott’s genes.”
“Nope. He came into this world with attitude.”
In spades.
That was probably why the guys in his squadron had nicknamed him Spade. When he walked into a room, he energized it. According to his parents he’d always been that way. They would never overcome their loss.
She bit her lip. “Julie—I know I’ve been a burden to you and Brent. Maybe—”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” her sister cut in before she could walk out of the room. “Reba’s made you feel guilty again. I’m not listening to any of this,” she called over her shoulder.
Laurel had to hurry to catch up with her. She followed her through the door to the kitchen. Brent was just coming in the back door from doing errands. Julie ran to give her attractive, sandy-haired husband an enthusiastic kiss.
“Now that you’re here, will you please tell my sister she’s not a burden? A few minutes ago her mother-in-law laid an enormous guilt trip on her. That was after Laurel told her she wouldn’t be returning to Philadelphia until May for a visit.”
“Well, what do you know? You did it!” Brent grinned. “You want me to phone and tell her you’re the best baby-sitter we ever had? Julie and I get a honeymoon weekend whenever we want. And—” he made an expansive gesture “—because of you, Julie’s been able to take a part-time job so we can build our dream home that much sooner. I’d say we’ve been taking advantage of you.”
Without hesitation Laurel crossed the room and hugged both of them. “I love you guys. You’ll never know how much.”
“We love you, too,” he said. “In fact, I’d like to show our appreciation for all the help you’ve given us. Since I have to drive up to Breckenridge to pick up the kids, why don’t we all go?”
“I’d love it!” Laurel blurted. After the difficult session with her mother-in-law, she needed something to wipe that depressing conversation from her mind.
Julie frowned. “I don’t know. Three hours up and back in the car might be a little much for you at this stage.”
“Not if we spend the night to break it up,” Brent reasoned.
“That’s a terrific idea! Now we don’t even have to fix dinner.” Julie smiled and nudged her sister.
“The boys are going to be as excited as I am,” Laurel responded, smiling too. What a nice way to end their week at ski camp.”
“Good. I’ll call the Rustler Lodge and make reservations for a suite.”
“It’s Saturday, my love. With Snowfest on, I’ll bet there won’t be any rooms available.”
“Oh, yes, there will, my love. Harry Wilke’s daughter runs the desk.”
“You’re kidding! Isn’t he your regional supervisor?”
“That’s right. Getting that last account put me on his good side. He told me she’d do us a favor anytime.”
Brent grabbed the phone directory from the drawer and reached for the cordless Julie had brought back to the kitchen.
“Come on, Laurel. Let’s get packed. We’ll have to throw in some extra clothes for Mike and Joey.”
“I’ll do it,” she offered as they hurried through the house to the stairs. Since her arrival, one of her self-appointed jobs besides chief cook on the days Julie went to work was to do the wash and fold clothes. She knew exactly where to find everything the boys would want.
It didn’t take long for the three of them to get ready.
When Laurel walked through the back door to the garage with Julie, Brent was putting their skis on the rack. He glanced up, then whistled.
“Hey, people are going to be jealous when they see me with two beautiful raven-haired women.”
Laurel burst into
