of that memory. In later years, whenever the trip was mentioned, it was done with drama and lots of laughter.
“She’s beautiful,” Stan said, staring at the color photos while they waited for the light to change.
“James is happy, and Selina’s perfect for him. She’s just the kind of wife he needs.” As the youngest, James had been badly spoiled—even more so after the death of his brother.
Stan had worried about their son. She knew that, but James was an adult now and made his own decisions. Often Olivia disagreed with what he chose, such as joining the military. Without a word to either one of them, he’d enlisted. Now he was married and a young father. This, too, had been accomplished without consulting either parent.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Stan did sound relieved.
Olivia had liked her daughter-in-law instantly. They’d talked on the phone several times, but those brief conversations hadn’t given her a clear picture of her son’s wife. Selina belonged to a large extended and well-to-do family who’d welcomed Olivia with the same enthusiasm that they had James and the new baby. There were dinners and celebrations every night of her visit. James was genuinely happy. He and Selina lived in a suite of rooms at his in-laws’ home and amazingly, the arrangement seemed to be a success. Olivia was impressed by the amount of Spanish he’d learned since he’d met Selina. She’d quickly realized that Selina’s family had been part of the attraction for her son. James had been only ten at the time of the divorce, and although both Olivia and Stan had tried hard to make the split as amicable as possible, their son had suffered. Every child did. Olivia saw the results of divorce every day in family court.
“How’s Justine doing?” Stan abruptly changed the subject.
“Why? What did she say when you talked?”
“Not much.”
He seemed worried about their daughter. “She still seeing that Saget guy?”
“He’s asked her to marry him.” By now, everyone in town knew about the diamond ring Warren had purchased. Justine, however, had yet to mention the proposal.
Stan cursed and swerved into another lane. “Is she going to do it?”
Olivia shrugged. “She doesn’t confide in me when it comes to Warren Saget.”
“Talk her out of it,” he said urgently. “You’re her mother—she’ll listen to you a hell of a lot more than she will me. Marrying Saget would be a disaster.”
“Yes, but convincing Justine of that isn’t easy.”
“She’s stubborn, just like her mother.”
Stan was joking and Olivia grinned, but his amusement didn’t last long. “Marge’s son is getting a divorce. She’s pretty upset about it.”
They rarely if ever talked about his wife.
“I think,” he went on, “that one of the most difficult aspects of being a parent is watching your child make what you know is a mistake and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
“I’m sorry about Marge’s son,” Olivia murmured.
“It’s really too bad,” Stan told her. “He’s got two small children and he’s leaving them for some gal he met in his office.”
Olivia wondered if her ex-husband saw the irony of the situation. Marge had divorced her husband and abandoned her children for Stan, and now history was repeating itself.
“I will talk to Justine,” she said. “Unfortunately, we don’t communicate well. But we’ve raised her to think for herself and make her own decisions, and we have to trust her to do so wisely.”
“That’s harder than it sounds.”
Olivia didn’t need him to tell her that.
By the time they hit the Seattle freeway, the sun had come out from behind the clouds. The wind and the traffic noise made conversation difficult. The hour’s drive through Tacoma and over the Narrows Bridge passed quickly, especially when Stan plugged in a sixties rock-and-roll CD—music they’d danced to in their college days. Olivia was soon lost in happy memories.
She felt almost disappointed when he pulled onto Lighthouse Road.
“Oh.” She reacted with surprise when she noticed Jack’s clunker parked outside her house behind Justine’s car.
“Someone you know?”
“Jack Griffin. He’s the editor of the Chronicle.”
Stan darted a glance in her direction. “Isn’t he the one you had a date with the night I phoned? Is he a…boyfriend?”
“Oh, hardly. Jack’s a friend.”
“That’s what Justine said when I first asked her about Saget,” he muttered. “The next thing I know, he’s pressuring her to get engaged.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about me marrying Jack,” she assured him.
He parked at the curb and cut the engine and then said the oddest thing. “Good.”
Good? He didn’t want her to remarry? What a strange reaction, considering that he’d been married to Marge for fourteen years. Before she could ask him about it, her front door opened and Justine stepped onto the porch—with Jack right behind her.
He smiled and raised his hand in greeting, but his gaze slowly shifted away from her. Stan and Jack locked eyes.
“Welcome home,” Justine called, oblivious to the tension between the two men. She ran down the porch steps to greet her.
Olivia hugged her daughter, and with her arm wrapped around Justine’s waist, walked toward her home. She was much too old to get excited about the attention of two men, she told herself. But then—was she really?
“It’s great to be back,” she said, leaving Stan and Jack to follow if they chose.
“I’m dying to hear all about the baby. You didn’t mind Dad picking you up, did you?”
“Not in the least.” If anything, Olivia had enjoyed it too much.
Charlotte Jefferson could hardly wait for her daughter to return from California. She had so much to tell her. Although she knew Olivia would be exhausted from the trip, Charlotte couldn’t delay talking to her another minute.
The last thing she expected when she arrived at Olivia’s was a houseful of company. Anyone might’ve thought she was having a garage sale.
Naturally she recognized Justine’s SUV, and the Taurus looked like the one Jack Griffin drove, but the red BMW had her baffled.
Olivia answered the doorbell and relaxed noticeably when she saw her. “Mother.” After a quick hug, Olivia brought her into the house. A pizza delivery box lay open on the table and a bottle of red wine was there, too.
“Anything left for me?” she joked.
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