be the last thing Corb needed, too.
Chapter Two
At five o’clock, Laurel put out the Closed sign, then wiped down the kitchen counters.
The Cinnamon Stick was a small establishment, intended to serve primarily take-out coffee and baked goods, though Winnie always had homemade soup and sandwiches on the menu, as well. For those who opted to stay—and there seemed to be plenty of people who wanted to do this—there were four stools at the counter and two big booths on the window wall.
Laurel loved the colors Winnie had chosen for the bakery—delicious hues that made her think of pumpkin pie, caramels and mocha lattes. Unfortunately the idea of eating any of those foods was totally unappealing right now.
All afternoon the suspicion that she might be pregnant had grown into a near certainty. After all, she hadn’t needed to buy tampons once since she’d left the city.
And she’d been too wrapped up in Winnie’s problems to notice.
Hell.
Wasn’t it her luck that just as things were starting to work out for her careerwise, something would happen to set her back?
Not for the first time, she wished Winnie was here with her, which was silly, because if Winnie were able to stay in Coffee Creek and work at the café, then Laurel would be back in the city living in her cute, if miniscule apartment, working her butt off at her new job.
But even if she’d left for New York the day after the wedding, as originally scheduled, she’d still be pregnant.
Oh, Lord, she just had to talk to Winnie.
Once she was satisfied that the café was clean and ready for the next day, Laurel went down the hall. To the left was the customer restroom. To the right, a door that led to a staircase and the second floor of the building.
She was barely in the door of the one-bedroom apartment when the phone started ringing.
Laurel kicked off her sandals—oh, that felt good!—then dashed for the receiver, hoping it would be Winnie. “Hello?”
“Hey! How are you doing?”
Her friend sounded stronger. More like herself. “I’m fine. How about you?”
“I had a good day today. Really. Got out of bed. Showered.”
Her tone was self-deprecating, but Laurel understood the effort that had been required. “That’s good, Winnie.”
“I gave myself a talking-to last night. Decided this baby was going to be a mental case if I didn’t get a grip on myself.”
“No one can blame you for grieving. It’s only natural.”
“It’s not like I’m forgetting about Brock. That’s not even possible. But I have to start facing a future that doesn’t include him. Mom got me started on a knitting project. That probably sounds lame. It’s really helping, though.”
“Are you kidding? Knitting is cool.” Laurel went to the sofa and settled in for a long chat.
“So how are things going at the Cinnamon Stick?”
“Pretty good.” Laurel gave her the cash register totals for the past week, then filled her in on some of the day’s highlights, omitting, for the moment, the visit from Corb and Jackson.
“That sounds great. I can’t thank you enough for all you’re doing for me.”
“You’d do the same for me. You know you would.”
“But you can’t keep putting your life on hold. You have to book your plane ticket home. Tonight. I’m serious.”
“And what about the Cinnamon Stick?”
Winnie sighed. “We’ll just have to close it until after the baby is born. My doctor is saying work is out of the question for me. Maybe if I had a desk job. But I can’t be on my feet all day long. It would be too much of a strain.”
“I’ll vouch for that.”
“Oh, Laurel. It’s exhausting you, isn’t it?”
Yes. But for reasons she wasn’t quite ready to explain. Not until she knew more about Winnie’s plans.
“Are you going to stay with your parents until the baby is born?”
“It’s looking that way.”
“Well then, maybe you should rethink telling the Lamberts about the baby in person. Jackson and Corb were in town today and I felt awkward when they asked about you. They should be told. I mean, this kid is going to be their nephew.”
“Yes. And Olive’s grandchild. Believe me, I know.” Winnie sucked in a long breath. “And I would tell them if I hadn’t had such an awful relationship with Olive.”
She’d complained about Olive before. And while Laurel agreed that Olive wasn’t the warmest person, she did think Winnie was exaggerating.
“How can anyone not like you? I mean, you’re so easygoing, without any strong opinions on anything.”
“Exactly. I’m perfect, but Olive doesn’t appreciate that.”
They both laughed. Then Winnie continued, “According to Brock, my first faux pas was serving Maddie Turner at the café.”
“Maddie’s one of your best customers. Why wouldn’t you serve her?”
“Because.” She paused dramatically. “Maddie Turner and Olive Lambert are sisters.”
Mentally Laurel compared the two women. “Impossible.” Olive was fine-boned and elegant, while Maddie was sturdy and down-to-earth.
“Yes. Estranged sisters. I guess it’s an unspoken rule in the Lambert family that no one is to talk to Maddie or even acknowledge the fact that she exists.”
“How bizarre. What happened to cause the rift? Did Brock ever tell you?”
“He didn’t even know. It’s like some big family secret.”
“And is that the whole reason Olive Lambert doesn’t like you? Because you dared to serve coffee and baked goods to her sister?”
Winnie laughed. “Not hardly. Olive had someone else in mind for Brock. A daughter of one of her bigwig ranching buddies. It made her crazy that he picked me instead.”
Laurel never knew whether to believe Winnie when she talked about Olive this way. “Is it really possible, in this day and age, that a mother would think she had the right to arrange a marriage for her son?”
“It sounds crazy. Yes. But you have to see her in action. She never raises her voice or argues—she has this passive-aggressive way of getting her way. Her
children—in particular, her sons—can’t seem to jump high enough trying to please
