were scattered everywhere. A topless bottle of hand lotion had been upended.
“Help!” Maddie said to Jeanette, who promptly scooped up Jessica Lynn and tickled her until the child dissolved into giggles.
“Having a bad day?” Jeanette inquired, feeling her stomach unknot as the toddler patted her cheek with sticky fingers that smelled of rose-scented hand lotion. The more time she spent around Jessica Lynn and Cole, as well as Helen’s little girl, however, the louder the ticking of Jeanette’s biological clock seemed to get. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but she sensed it was about to when the scent of baby powder started to smell better to her than the herbal aromas in the spa.
“A bad day, a bad week and more than likely a bad month,” Maddie replied.
The weary response pretty much confirmed the reason for her earlier grim expression. Maddie had already had three children when she’d married Cal Maddox a few years ago and now had two more. Her oldest son, Ty, was a sophomore at Duke and star of the school’s baseball team. Kyle was in high school and finally regaining his equilibrium after Maddie’s divorce from his dad, and Katie had just turned nine and was only marginally impressed with being a big sister, rather than the baby of the family.
There was no question that Maddie had her hands full, even without taking into account that she ran The Corner Spa, which was a thriving fitness club and day spa for residents of Serenity, South Carolina, and beyond. Jeanette couldn’t imagine how she juggled all those balls in the air. Most days she did it with aplomb. Today she looked completely frazzled.
“Want me to take our girl here and give her a beauty treatment?” she asked Maddie, even as Jessica Lynn struggled to break free.
“Actually, Cal should be here any second to pick them up,” Maddie replied. “Then you and I can talk.”
Just as she spoke, the man in question strode into the room, sized up the situation with a grin and took the squirming Jessica Lynn from Jeanette.
“How’s my favorite girl?” he asked, tossing the toddler into the air, then planting a loud kiss on her cheek that had Jessica Lynn squealing with delight.
“I thought I was your favorite girl,” Maddie grumbled with feigned annoyance.
Seemingly oblivious to his wife’s mussed hair, lack of makeup and formula-splotched blouse, Cal set the two-year-old down and then leaned down to give Maddie a long, lingering kiss. “You are my favorite woman,” he told Maddie. “And that is much, much better.”
Jeanette watched enviously as Maddie touched his cheek in response and their eyes locked. It was as if the two of them were alone in the room. Dana Sue and Ronnie Sullivan, and Helen Decatur and Erik Whitney were equally smitten. Never in her thirty-two years had Jeanette experienced anything like the love these couples shared. It was little wonder that Jeanette almost sighed aloud with longing whenever she was around any of them.
In fact, their happiness was almost enough to convince her to give relationships another try. She’d been out of action for three years now, ever since she’d dumped the guy who’d resented her commitment to The Corner Spa. With Cal, Ronnie and Erik all devoted to their wives and supportive of their careers, Jeanette knew it was possible to find a man like that. She simply hadn’t been that lucky yet.
Finally, her cheeks pink, Maddie tore her gaze away from her husband. “Nice save, Coach Maddox,” she said, referring to Cal’s role as the high school’s baseball coach and her son’s onetime mentor. “Now, would you get these two little munchkins out of here so I can have an intelligent conversation with Jeanette?”
“Sure thing,” Cal said, putting baby Cole in his stroller and then hefting Jessica Lynn back into his arms. “Want me to pick up something from Sullivan’s for dinner?”
Maddie nodded. “I’ve already called. Dana Sue will have a take-out order waiting for you. Just park in the alley and poke your head in the kitchen. She or Erik will bring it out.”
“Got it,” Cal said, grinning as he gave her a mock salute. “See you later. Have a good evening, Jeanette. Don’t let her talk you into anything.”
“Hush,” Maddie ordered, giving him a stern look, then shooing him out of the office.
Jeanette regarded Maddie suspiciously when she shut the door behind her husband. “What are you planning to talk me into?”
“Oh, don’t listen to him,” Maddie said, though her expression remained vaguely guilty. “It’s no big deal.”
Which meant it was, Jeanette concluded. She knew Maddie pretty well after working with her to get the business opened. Now it ran like a well-oiled machine thanks in no small measure to Maddie’s ability to minimize the difficulty of the assignments she was handing out to the staff. She could sweet-talk with the best of the southern belles. Jeanette had learned to be wary of that dismissive tone.
“Talk,” Jeanette ordered.
“Now that I think about it, it’s too nice to stay inside. Why don’t we get a couple of glasses of sweet tea and talk on the patio,” Maddie suggested, already striding out of the office and straight for the little café that was part of the spa.
Jeanette trailed along behind, the knot of dread back in her stomach.
After they were seated in the shade of a giant pin oak, which blocked most of the rays of the setting sun, Maddie took a long sip of her tea, sighed with contentment, then gave Jeanette a bright smile that seemed a little forced. “How’s business?”
Jeanette almost laughed aloud. “You probably know the answer to that better than I do. Come on, Maddie. Just spill it. What’s on your mind?”
Maddie set her tea carefully on the table and leaned forward, her expression earnest. “You know I pretty much have my hands full lately, right?”
“Of course I do,” Jeanette said. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than real alarm set in. “You’re not quitting, are you?”
“Heavens, no,” Maddie said. “The Corner Spa is as important to me as it is to Helen and Dana Sue. I’m proud of what we’ve accomplished here, and I’m including you in that. You’ve done an amazing job with the spa services. I have no intention of abandoning ship.”
“Thank goodness.” Jeanette sat back with a sigh of relief. She’d run the spa both times that Maddie had been on maternity leave. She knew she could handle the day-to-day operations, but she didn’t want to. Being in charge of spa services was enough responsibility to suit her. Massages, facials, pedicures and manicures, those were all things she’d been trained to do, treatments she understood. As far as she was concerned, the gym was little better than a torture chamber best left to the excellent personal trainers on staff. And the paperwork and marketing involved with keeping this place on the cutting edge in the region were beyond her expertise. Besides, she liked the daily interaction with the clients. Maddie rarely ever got to leave her office.
“Okay, let’s back up,” Maddie said. “All I was trying to say is that Jessica Lynn and Cole require huge amounts of attention right now, to say nothing of keeping Kyle and Katie on track. And I’m still more or less a newlywed.” She grinned. “Or at least Cal always makes me feel like one.”
“I can see that,” Jeanette said wryly.
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