Homer. “We can stay at the inn in town if it’s a problem.”
“It isn’t,” Molly said.
“You sure?”
“Positive. The cabin’s empty anyway.”
“Daddy,” Marisa pleaded.
“I wanna eat.” Cody twisted sideways.
Convinced his luck was about to run out, Owen said, “Let me get the kids settled and give them a snack. Then we’ll be back, and you can put me to work.” He flashed his best sales rep smile in an attempt to win her over.
“You’ll help?”
“I’m capable of more than marrying people.”
“We do need a minister,” she mused. “And someone to move furniture.”
“I’m good at heavy lifting.”
She returned his smile, a genuine one this time, and Owen found himself quite captivated. Strawberry blondes were his weakness, and this one came with the added bonus of freckles.
He admired Molly for more than her looks, though. She was obviously overwhelmed from being thrust into a difficult and unexpected situation. Yet, that hadn’t prevented her from doing her job.
A nose-to-the-grindstone attitude and the ability to navigate chaos were qualities Owen appreciated, and he cultivated them in himself. He attributed his success in two careers—professional cowboy and marketing—to those same qualities. He had every intention of applying them to repairing his strained relationship with his children.
Before any of them had taken a step, the front door whooshed opened. Molly went visibly weak with relief. “Finally! The flowers are here.”
Owen wished his arms were a foot longer. The better to contain Cody who was intent on beating the rest of them outside.
“Slow down, partner.”
Rather than the florist, a pinch-faced, pint-size elderly woman in a large, drab coat entered the parlor. Molly was about to be disappointed for a second time.
Except she immediately brightened. “Nora! Please tell me you’re here to rescue us.”
“What else would get me out of bed at this ungodly hour?”
Was eight forty-five an ungodly hour? Apparently for Nora it was.
“I assume this is Homer’s great-nephew.” Removing her coat, she gave Owen careful consideration. “He didn’t mention you were easy on the eyes.”
Owen grinned. “He didn’t mention you were, either.”
Her dour countenance magically transformed into a delighted grin. “And charming to boot. I do believe this next month is going to be quite enjoyable.”
“For me, too.”
She twittered. Owen didn’t think he’d heard a woman twitter since he first met his former mother-in-law.
“Are you a witch?” Cody glowered at her. “I don’t like witches.”
Owen was tempted to cover his son’s mouth before the boy embarrassed him further. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries. Your children are adorable. Emily asked me to watch them while you’re busy marrying folks. Got a half-dozen of my own grandkids, so I’m plenty experienced.”
Owen thought her assessment of his kids was much too kind. “I’d be very grateful and will compensate you.”
“Emily’s paying my salary. Said childcare was part of her arrangement with you.”
It was, but Owen didn’t want to take advantage.
“Did Grandma tell you she was eloping?” Molly asked Nora.
“I’m her best friend. She called me last night.”
Molly scowled. “She left us a note.”
“Don’t go getting bent out of shape. She didn’t tell you because you’d have tried to talk her out of it.”
“I absolutely would have.”
“See?” Nora moved her suitcase-sized purse to her other arm. I’m also supposed to take over guest relations for you.”
“What?” Molly drew back. “No!”
Nora shrugged. “Suit yourself. But it’s either that or wedding coordinator, and I’m thinking you’ll be a whole lot better at coordinating weddings than me, considering you have experience planning two of your own.”
Molly ignored the comment and faced Owen. “I’ll fetch the cabin key and meet you there. Number six. Drive around back. Farthest one on the left.” With that, she left.
Owen watched her retreating back. Molly had been married twice?
“Touched a nerve, apparently,” Nora said, erupting in laughter.
MOLLY WALKED TO the cabins, ruthlessly zipping her jacket against the late-November chill. She shouldn’t care what Owen thought of her. She hardly knew the man. They’d met mere minutes ago. So what if he was good-looking. He had three children and was probably married.
Then again, would a husband leave his wife for a month and take the kids? She doubted it, and he wasn’t the type. Owen Caufield had responsible written all over him.
Rather than continue fuming, she directed her anger where it belonged. At Nora for blabbing what was Molly’s personal business to a complete stranger, and at her grandmother for leaving her and Bridget in this predicament. The Saturday after Thanksgiving, no less.
True, Molly would have tried to talk Grandma Em out of eloping, but that was no reason to hide her plans. As her trusted employees who were expected to cover for her, and as her granddaughters, Molly and Bridget should have been told. Had deserved to be told.
Despite what Owen said, his great-uncle must have convinced Grandma Em to elope. There was no other reasonable explanation. According to him, Grandma Em and Homer were trying to be fair. Really? There was nothing fair about excluding everyone from the wedding.
Twice Molly had come very close to walking down the aisle. Both times she couldn’t have imagined the day without her parents, sister, extended family and friends there to share in the celebration. Not having loved ones present seemed almost...a sacrilege. It was certainly selfish, inconsiderate and hurtful to those not invited.
Love makes people do crazy things.
Bridget’s words echoed in Molly’s ears as she cut through the courtyard, bypassed the gated swimming pool and clubhouse, and skirted the storage room that contained bikes, hiking equipment, lawn games and a washer
