classics, all kinds of non-fiction.”
Teri was impressed by this and suspected her sister was, too.
When they got to the house, Christie helped Teri make dinner, amid much laughter and the occasional small confidence. Bobby came into the kitchen a few times to see what all the merriment was about; he even joined in once or twice.
Dinner was delicious—and fun—and although Teri had invited James, he’d declined. When she and Christie had put away the leftovers and finished with the dishes, the phone rang. Call display indicated that it was Rachel. As she picked up the receiver, Teri saw her sister slip outside, probably for a cigarette.
Now that she was only working part-time, Teri missed seeing her best friend as often as she had before.
“How’s everything?” Teri asked, concerned because Rachel hadn’t seemed herself lately.
“Oh, fine. Everything’s great.”
The bravado sounded false to Teri. She knew Rachel felt tense about the upcoming rally Nate had asked her to attend.
“And Bruce?” Teri pressed. She suspected that whatever was really bothering Rachel could be traced to her friendship with Bruce Peyton.
The question was met with silence. Then Rachel muttered, “Why are you asking me about Bruce?”
“Why are you so defensive?”
“I’m not defensive!”
Teri smiled to herself. “Yes, you are. In fact, anytime I mention his name, you clam right up. So what gives?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” Rachel insisted. Then, in a sudden reversal, she added, “I love Nate, you know. We’ll be together this weekend.”
Teri rolled her eyes. She’d heard enough about that stupid fund-raising rally to have memorized every detail. “I thought you and Bruce and Jolene were going to the Taco Shack tonight.” Teri knew this because she’d called to ask Rachel to join them all for dinner. Rachel had to turn her down; Bruce, it seemed, was treating her and his daughter to reward Jolene for being elected class secretary.
“We were at the Taco Shack.”
Either Teri was reading too much into it or something had happened. She hadn’t expected to hear from Rachel so soon. Normally, Rachel couldn’t shut up about Jolene; she bragged about every achievement as if the twelve-year-old was her own daughter. Rachel’s silence was highly unusual.
“And?” Teri prompted, convinced now that Rachel’s odd behavior was somehow connected to Bruce.
“And … we had a very nice dinner,” Rachel murmured. “And then something … happened after dinner.”
Just as Teri had guessed. “You’d better tell me,” she said matter-of-factly.
“It was a fluke. Neither of us intended this and now … now I’m afraid it’s ruined everything.” She gulped in a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do and I think Bruce feels the same way and it’s so dumb and—”
“Whoa,” Teri said, stopping Rachel. “Start at the beginning.”
Rachel took another deep breath. “Jolene was asked to spend the night with a friend and decided she’d rather do that. Bruce said okay, so the two of us went out to dinner by ourselves.” There was a momentary silence. “That’s no big deal, right?” she asked imploringly.
“Right.”
“We drove there in separate cars,” Rachel continued. “I had a few errands to run first.”
“You had a good time? At dinner, I mean?”
Rachel paused. “We always do. Bruce and I get along fine.” She laughed, but Teri thought it sounded more like a sob. “The staff at the Taco Shack knows us because we’ve been there so often and they have the impression we’re married. It’s kind of a joke, and Bruce and I play along.”
“That’s … sweet,” Teri said, although she didn’t think sweet was the best word.
Rachel ignored the comment. “I don’t think I should have dinner with Bruce anymore.”
“Why not? You have fun together. Nothing wrong with that.”
“Nothing until tonight,” Rachel said darkly.
Teri waited for Rachel to explain and a few seconds later, she did. “After dinner, we walked into the parking lot. You know how it gets dark early in the evenings now. Well, I was heading toward my car and obviously didn’t watch where I was going because I stumbled.”
“Did you fall?”
“No, Bruce caught me by the elbow and then … then—” she lowered her voice “—he kissed me.”
“Okay, so he kissed you,” Teri said. “Did you kiss him back?”
“Yes …”
“Okay, but you’ve kissed him before.”
“I mean we really kissed,” Rachel elaborated. “This wasn’t any peck on the lips or friendly little kiss. This was kissing like I’ve never been kissed in my life. These were kisses I felt all the way down to my toenails.”
“Kisses plural?”
“Yes.”
“Oh-h.”
“I think Bruce was as shocked as I was. He kept looking at me and I looked back at him and then he apologized and I apologized and told him I missed Nate and that’s why I responded to him the way I did.”
“Because you missed Nate?” Surely Rachel didn’t actually believe that?
“Yes,” she returned heatedly. “I need to move to San Diego like Nate wants….”
Teri resisted the urge to scream that leaving Cedar Cove would be a mistake. For some time now, Teri had sensed that Rachel’s feelings for Bruce were more complex than either of them realized. The last person to discover this seemed to be Rachel.
“Those stupid kisses are an embarrassment to us both. He’s sorry it happened, and so am I. Now I’m afraid everything’s changed.” She sounded miserable. “That’s why I’m calling, Teri. I’m afraid it might never go back to the way it was between us and I don’t know if I can stand that.”
“Give it time,” Teri said gently. “Bruce needs to think this over and so do you. You’ve both had a shock. You’ll be seeing Nate soon, and then you’ll figure out how you feel.”
Rachel clearly wanted to believe it would be that easy. And for her friend’s sake, Teri hoped it would.
When she hung up the phone, Teri went searching for her sister. She wasn’t surprised to find Christie in the patio chair. James sat with her, and although the evening was cool, neither seemed to mind. The moon was full and the stars looked bright and cold in the cloudless
