husband’s gold pocket watch. It would’ve been Vaughn’s had he lived.” Hassie had placed it in his hands with tears filming her eyes, then closed his fingers around it.
“Treasure it, Vaughn,” his mother whispered.
“I do.” Vaughn’s first reaction had been to refuse something that was clearly a valuable family heirloom, something that meant a great deal to the old woman. He’d felt the significance of her gift and was moved by the solemnity of her words and gestures when she’d presented it to him.
He would always keep it safe. And he would pass it down to his oldest son or daughter.
“What else did Hassie tell you?” his father asked.
“She … said how much Vaughn had loved Mom.”
“He did.”
Vaughn studied his father, looking for any sign of jealousy. If he’d been in his father’s shoes—well, he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d feel.
“We planned to marry,” his mother said, “but Hassie probably told you that.”
He nodded. “She showed me the letter in which Vaughn explains why it would be best to wait until he returned from Vietnam.”
“Only, he didn’t return. And everything worked out in a completely different way.” His mother took his father’s hand and held it and they gazed at each other for a moment. “But a good way,” she said quietly.
“I often wondered what Hassie really thought about the two of us getting married,” his father said. He stared at Vaughn as if, after meeting Hassie, he could supply the answer.
Indeed, Vaughn had seen the look that came over her face when she mentioned his parents’ marriage. “At first I think she took it hard.” This didn’t appear to surprise either of his parents.
“Our marriage was a reminder that Vaughn was never coming home,” his mother said, “and that no matter how much pain the world brings us, life continues.”
“She said as much herself.”
“I think … she was disappointed in us both.”
“Perhaps in the beginning,” Vaughn agreed, “but she changed her mind later. She told me she felt that her son approved.”
“I’m sure he did,” his mother whispered.
His father reached abruptly for the remote, indicating that the conversation was over. Sound flared back, and Vaughn got up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee before rejoining his parents.
“Oh, dear, I almost forgot to tell you,” his mother said. “Natalie phoned.”
Vaughn’s first reaction was that he didn’t want to talk to her. Not tonight. Not after such an emotionally overwhelming day. Knowing Natalie, she’d want to discuss business, and that was the last thing on his mind. He needed to think before he returned the call, needed to absorb what he’d learned first—about the town, about Hassie … about himself.
“It isn’t too late to call her back,” his mother said. “With the time difference, it’s barely eight on the West Coast.”
“I know,” he said absently, his thoughts now on Carrie Hendrickson. Much of the evening had been spent with her. After they’d brought hot chocolate to Hassie and Joshua McKenna, she’d introduced him to her family.
Vaughn had seen the wary look in her brothers’ eyes and realized how protective they were of her. He wished he’d had more of a chance to talk to Carrie, but they were constantly interrupted. She was a favorite with her nieces and nephews, who were forever running up to her, involving her in their games and their squabbles. She was a natural peacemaker, he observed, one of those people whose very presence brought out the best impulses in others. Like Hassie. And the people in town valued Carrie in much the same way; that was easy to tell. They came to her for advice and comfort. They were drawn to her just as he was.
“Your father and I are looking forward to meeting Natalie,” his mother said, breaking into his musings.
Vaughn started guiltily. He was as good as engaged—although, he supposed, all they’d really done was discuss the possibility of marriage. He hadn’t divulged his plans to either of his parents. At Natalie’s request, he hadn’t even told them about his job. “She’s anxious to meet you, too,” he said, but without a lot of enthusiasm. The contrast between Natalie and Carrie flashed like a neon sign in his brain. One was warm and personable and focused on the needs of her community, the other sharp, savvy and ambitious. When he’d arrived in North Dakota, he thought he knew what he wanted; all at once, he wasn’t sure.
“You’ve been seeing her for two years now,” his mother went on, watching him.
“Barbara, the boy doesn’t need you to tell him that.”
Vaughn sipped his coffee. This was one conversation he had no wish to continue. “Carrie and I are going Christmas shopping tomorrow,” he said, instead.
His mother lowered the needlepoint to her lap and stared at him. “Carrie? Who’s Carrie?”
Vaughn didn’t realize his mistake until it was too late. “A friend.”
His mother raised her eyebrows as if his answer didn’t please her. “When did you have time to make friends?”
“She works with Hassie at the pharmacy.”
“I see.” It appeared his mother did see, because she said nothing more.
Vaughn wished he understood his own feelings. A week ago he would have rushed to return Natalie’s call. He wasn’t avoiding her, he decided, but the subject of Value-X and Buffalo Valley. In a matter of days—one day, really—he’d become oddly protective of the town … and its people. Hassie, of course, but Carrie, too. Natalie was bound to ask him questions he no longer wanted to answer.
One thing was clear; he needed to think the situation through very carefully.
Craving solitude, Vaughn swallowed the last of his coffee, then announced he was heading for bed.
His mother glanced up at the wall clock. “Aren’t you calling Natalie?”
He frowned. “Later. Don’t worry about it, Mom.”
“Vaughn has to rest up for shopping,” his father teased.
“Ah, yes, the great shopping expedition. Where will it be, by the way?”
“The mall here in town.”
“You’re actually going to a mall at this time of year?” His father looked at him as though he’d lost his sanity.
Vaughn gave a nonchalant shrug. He didn’t know what had possessed him to suggest he and Carrie meet at Columbia Mall. His excuse had been that Carrie was a wonderful source of information about the town. He’d never had the opportunity to bring up the subject of Value-X, and wanted to get her reactions to it. Or so he told himself.
The truth was, he wanted to know her better.
