asked what was wrong.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?” Grace didn’t look at her as she changed out of her workout clothes. They stood beside each other in the locker room, ignoring the other women around them. Grace bent down to untie her shoe.
“For starters, you didn’t complain once during class.”
“I never complain,” Grace said righteously.
“You’re joking, aren’t you? From the second we get here, you tell me there’s got to be a better way to stay in shape. And when we’re out on the floor, you huff and puff as if you’re about to keel over.”
Grace straightened, hands on her hips. “I most certainly do not!”
“Do, too.”
Grace couldn’t keep from smiling. “We sound like we’re in junior high.”
“Do not.”
They both laughed and headed toward the parking lot. “Cliff wants me to retire,” Grace said as they walked.
“Retire,” Olivia echoed. “You’re far too young for that.”
“It isn’t about age.”
Olivia stopped beside her car and gave her a questioning glance.
“Cliff would like to travel and he wants me to join him,” Grace went on.
Olivia nodded, opened her door and tossed in her gym bag. “Isn’t this kind of sudden?”
“Not really.”
Olivia paused. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Will, does it?”
“Funny you should mention your brother,” Grace said, unlocking her own vehicle. “He stopped by the library this morning.”
Olivia’s mouth instantly tightened. “And what did he want?”
“A library card. Or so he said.” Grace leaned against the side of her vehicle. “Apparently he needed my help, because he asked to talk to me personally.”
Olivia folded her arms. “I’ll bet he did.”
“Then he invited me to lunch—supposedly to talk over what happened between us. I declined. I pointed out that I’m married now.”
“He already knows,” Olivia muttered.
“I said in no uncertain terms that I don’t have any interest in renewing our relationship.” Grace enjoyed telling her this part.
“Good.” Olivia nodded encouragingly.
Grace felt pleased by her response, but she was still worried about Will and what he might do. “I don’t think my being married concerns him.”
“Why should it?” Olivia said in disgust. “His own marriage vows apparently didn’t mean very much. According to Georgia, my brother routinely had affairs. I don’t get why she put up with it for as long as she did.”
Knowing she’d nearly been one of those affairs distressed Grace and embarrassed her. What a fool she’d been. How easily she’d overlooked behavior she’d known to be wrong. She’d so badly wanted to believe Will that she’d ignored every principle she’d been raised to uphold.
“He informed me that he plans to be a frequent visitor to the library,” Grace continued.
“He didn’t!” Olivia sputtered.
“I said that if he needed anything to let me know,” Grace added, enjoying the look of confusion that crossed her friend’s face.
“You didn’t!”
“I did,” Grace said, “and then I told him I’d be happy to have someone else see to it.”
A slow smile came to Olivia. “I’m ready for some pie and coffee now.”
“Me, too.”
They met five minutes later at the Pancake Palace. Goldie saw them pull into the parking lot and by the time they entered the restaurant she had their coffee poured.
“Coconut cream?” she asked when Grace and Olivia walked in and sat down at their favorite booth.
They both nodded.
“What’s it gonna to take to convince you to try something other than coconut?” She didn’t wait for a response and, shaking her bleached-blond head, returned to the kitchen.
“I notice you sidestepped my question,” Olivia said, dropping her car keys in the side pocket of her purse. “Is this talk of retirement connected to my brother’s visit?”
Grace mulled over the question, a little startled by Olivia’s suggestion.
“You mentioned retiring and then, in practically the same breath, you said that Will was at the library.”
Had she? Perhaps those two things were linked and she hadn’t recognized it. The idea that she might consider retirement simply to avoid Will gave her pause.
No, she wasn’t that weak or cowardly. No, she would not let him interfere with her life, would not grant him that power.
Olivia reached for her coffee. “Will has a great deal to answer for,” she said grimly.
“This has nothing to do with him,” Grace insisted and she realized it was true.
Fortunately their pie was served just then, which signaled a change of subject.
“Mmm.” Olivia savored a forkful, closing her eyes. “How’d Maryellen take the news, by the way?”
“What news?” Grace asked, glancing up from her own pie.
“You didn’t read the newspaper this morning? The Harbor Street Gallery is closing the first of October.”
“Oh, no.” If she hadn’t been in such a rush this morning, Grace would’ve had a chance to look at the paper. “I’d heard rumors, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that.”
Olivia nodded.
“I’ll call her tomorrow and tell you what she says.” This would be a major disappointment to both her daughter and son-in-law. Maryellen had been instrumental in the success of the gallery and Jon still sold some of his work there.
Grace wished Maryellen had the time, energy and financial resources to buy the gallery herself. But right now, that possibility was completely out of reach.
Eighteen
This time Troy wasn’t taking any chances—he brought a change of clothes to the office on Friday morning, and he intended to leave precisely at five. Regardless of the Labor Day weekend traffic, he was visiting Faith.
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