“She’s got a powerful pair of lungs, too.”
Goldie, their favorite waitress, approached the table, carrying a pot of coffee in one hand and two pieces of coconut cream pie in the other.
“Didn’t I see you here yesterday?” she asked as she set down the plates. “And it’s later than your usual nine-fifteen.”
“I’m a grandma again,” Grace announced proudly.
“Congratulations!” Goldie poured their coffee. “The pie’s on the house, girls.” She hurried off to see to another customer, one of the few so late at night.
“How’s Kelly doing?” Olivia asked, reaching for her fork.
“Excited. Jubilant.”
“That’s exactly how you were when you had Maryellen and Kelly.”
“And you with Justine and Jordan,” Grace reminded her, “and then later with James.”
Sadness flashed in Olivia’s eyes at the mention of Jordan, the son she’d lost.
“Okay,” she said a moment later, rebounding quickly. “Now that both Drake and Emma have made their appearance, it’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“Time—” Olivia pointed her fork at Grace “—to plan your wedding reception.”
Grace instantly felt guilty about putting this off. She’d been so involved with her daughters and the births of the grandchildren that she’d delayed the reception again and again. “It’s been so many months now, I don’t think—”
“Nonsense,” Olivia countered, cutting her off. “Your entire family needs to celebrate. All the grandkids are healthy and happy. And you’re married to a wonderful man who adores you.”As if she’d suddenly realized Cliff wasn’t with them, Olivia sat up and looked around. “Speaking of Cliff …”
“He’s at home, or more accurately, in the barn. Sunshine decided to deliver her foal, so Cal and Vicki are both with him. It’s Sunshine’s first and Cliff wants to be sure everything goes okay.”
Olivia smiled softly. “A night of births …”
Grace nodded, feeling emotional. After a sip of coffee, she changed the subject. “Well, we know what my husband’s doing. How’s yours?”
“Jack’s snoring contentedly. The phone didn’t even wake him.” She shook her head.
“Your Sleeping Beauty,” Grace teased.
“Wait—we’re mixing up our fairy tales.” Olivia laughed. “All I know is that we both ended up with a happily ever after. However long that might be,” she added soberly, and Grace knew she was thinking of Jack’s heart attack two years earlier.
Grace could only hope he’d truly mended his high-cholesterol, junk-food ways. What she liked best about Jack Griffin, and there was a lot to admire, was the fact that he loved her friend. They were two of the most mismatched people she could imagine. And yet … it worked.
“Set a date for the reception,” Olivia urged her. “And I’ll help as much as I can.”
Grace nodded. Olivia was right; it was time to celebrate her marriage. They were never going to find a date that suited absolutely everyone. That was why they’d gotten married during a library conference Grace was attending in San Francisco. They both had busy lives, and so did their children. But instead of fitting their schedules to everyone else’s, they’d simply eloped. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and Grace had no regrets.
Except one. She hadn’t realized how upset everyone would be with her and Cliff. Even Olivia felt hurt. Cliff and Grace hadn’t meant to exclude anyone; all they’d wanted was to be together as husband and wife. A wedding reception would allow their family and friends to celebrate to their hearts’ content.
“How about two months from now? I’ll confirm with Cliff and let you know.” Grace dug into her pie, savoring the first bite. Coconut was her favorite although it was probably a bad choice from a health point of view. On the other hand, was there a good choice when you were talking about pie?
Olivia set down her fork and wrapped one hand around her mug. She stared into her coffee. “I thought you should know. Will’s in town. Mom called me this evening.”
Grace’s heart slowed to a dull, irregular beat. “Oh.”
“He showed up at Mom and Ben’s earlier today.”
“Okay.” This wasn’t the most intelligent response, but she couldn’t come up with anything else to say.
“Where’s he staying?” she finally mumbled.
“With Mom and Ben for now.” Olivia looked down at the table. “Apparently he’s going to look for an apartment.”
“You … you didn’t mention my house is for rent, did you?”
Olivia’s gaze shot to hers. “No way! You mean it’s still vacant?”
The house felt like a weight around her neck. A young navy couple, Ian and Cecilia Randall, had rented it on a month-to-month basis; they’d barely moved in when they received word of a transfer to San Diego. The rental property had sat empty for two and a half months.
The rental agent had told her that with the George Washington leaving port, the market was glutted with available properties.
“He isn’t planning to rent a house, thankfully.”
Grace pushed the pie away, her appetite gone. “If Will knew my house was available …” She didn’t finish the thought.
“I’m not going to tell him,” Olivia assured her. “And I’m sure Mom won’t, either.”
Grace leaned her elbows on the table. “My biggest fear is that Will might make trouble between Cliff and me,” she confessed.
“I’ll admit that’s on my mind, too,” Olivia said. “Mom doesn’t seem to think so, though.”
“She’s spoken to Will about it?” Charlotte wasn’t one to shy away from an uncomfortable subject. Grace was grateful for the older woman’s wisdom. Grateful, too, that she’d confronted her son and his sudden need to return to Cedar Cove.
“Mom told me that Will claims he has no intention of pestering you.”
Grace hoped that was true. Even after she’d broken off their relationship, Will had attempted to get in touch with her, to explain away his lies and tell her fresh ones. She’d nearly lost Cliff once because of Will; she couldn’t risk that happening a second time.
“Does Cliff know?” Olivia asked as if reading her thoughts.
“I’ve been meaning to tell him, but I haven’t done it yet.”
“Grace!”
“It’s just that we’re so happy
