Sheila Roberts - Merry Ex-Mas

Jake had insisted he had, that Ella was all he needed.

What big fat lies! Thank God her mother had opened her eyes to the truth. Otherwise, she’d have wasted the best years of her life, keeping the home fires burning on a shoestring budget while he carried on with other women.

“Well.” Cass raised her glass. “Here’s to the Jack Campbells of the world, wherever they’re hiding.”

“I’ll drink to that. I found mine,” Samantha said.

“And here’s to Christmas,” Cecily toasted.

“And Christmas weddings,” Samantha added. “Do these guys know Dani’s engaged?”

“That’s wonderful! Why didn’t you tell us?” Ella asked Cass.

“You’ve been anticipating this for months. I’m surprised you haven’t been crowing from the rooftops,” Charley said.

“I was going to tell you all.” Cass shrugged. “I got distracted.”

When Ella and Jake had gotten engaged, she’d told everyone. How did a woman get distracted from sharing such big news? “That’s so exciting. Tell us now.”

“She’s getting married the weekend before Christmas at Olivia’s.”

“Oh, that’ll be gorgeous,” Cecily said. “Olivia always has the place decorated like something out of a magazine.”

Especially at Christmas. The outside of the lodge would be awash with white twinkle lights, and inside cedar swags and red bows would adorn the banisters. But the best decoration of all was the vintage sleigh, decked out with swags and ribbons, surrounded by decorative gift boxes. Ella could envision Dani and Mike in that sleigh, posing for pictures in their wedding day finery.

“But wow, it doesn’t give you much time,” she said. It had taken her nine months to plan her wedding.

“And I thought we had a challenge putting together our chocolate festival in six weeks,” Cecily joked.

“Why so quick?” asked Ella, and then blushed as one obvious possibility occurred.

“No, they don’t have a baby on the way,” Cass said. “Just a move to Spokane in January.”

“Are you going to be able to pull it off?” Ella asked after Cass had explained about Mike’s new job.

“Are you stressed about getting everything done?” put in Cecily. “We can help, you know.”

“Absolutely,” said Charley, and Ella nodded her agreement.

“That’s not the bug in the soup, is it?” Samantha looked at Cass.

“Then what?” Ella asked. “Are you worried that she’s too young?”

“She is young,” Cass admitted. “And I was figuring she and Mike would wait a year before getting married. But she’s had her life mapped out since she was twelve—baking, husband and babies.”

Ella could identify with that. Well, except for the baking part. She’d always wanted a family, complete with husband. “Then what’s the bug in the soup?”

Cass frowned. “Dani wants her father to walk her down the aisle.”

They all knew how Cass felt about her ex. “Oh,” Ella said, at a loss for anything else to say.

“Yeah, oh. And it gets better. Guess where my daughter wants him and stepmommy to stay?”

Charley’s eyes got so big Ella thought they’d pop out of her head. “Seriously?”

“Pathetically seriously,” Cass said.

Cecily picked up the box of chocolates. “You need one of these.”

Several chocolates and much commiseration later, the party broke up.

“How are we going to help her get through this?” Cecily asked as the women made their way down Cass’s front walk.

“We could beat up Bimbette,” Charley cracked. “Or poison the ex.” She shook her head. “Cass is nuts if she goes along with this.”

“She’ll cave,” Samantha predicted. “She likes to pretend she’s tough, but when it comes to her kids she’s softer than a marshmallow. I think we’re going to have to be available 24/7 so she’s got someone to vent to.”

“For sure,” Charley agreed. “I can’t imagine being stuck in the same house with your ex.” She seemed to realize what she’d said and her face turned as red as a poinsettia. “Sorry, Ella.”

“It’s okay,” Ella said. “And I can tell you from experience, it’s going to be hard.”

“Hopefully your place will sell soon and you can move on,” Samantha told her.

Move on. Move. Ella’s holiday spirit suddenly moved on without her. “Hopefully,” she echoed.

She said goodbye to the others and returned to her empty dream house.

Jake was at an open mike at the Red Barn so the only one home was Tiny. He greeted her with a woof and a wagging tail.

“I know,” she said, rubbing the top of his massive head. “You’re ready for some exercise, huh, boy?”

Tiny woofed again and danced back and forth. She opened the front door and he darted out into the night.

Ella followed at a more sedate pace, wondering what it was like to be a dog. Did dogs ever worry? Did they ever question whether they’d made the right choice, done the right thing?

Silly thought, of course. All a dog had to do was enjoy being a dog. Someone else made the tough decisions.

If she and Jake had been Saint Bernards…

She shook her head at her own foolishness and whistled for Tiny to heel. Too bad she couldn’t have whistled for Jake to heel before he went bounding off.

Jake wasn’t the kind of man to heel. Instead of saying how sorry he was and asking her to forgive him after his fling with that keyboard player, he’d gotten combative. “I’m tired of this shit, Ella. If you can’t trust me, then we can’t be together.”

It had been all downhill from there.

“You don’t need a man to be happy,” Mims had told her.

Except Ella no longer had a man and she wasn’t happy.

She stewed over that for twenty minutes while Tiny sniffed and marked his territory. Then it started to snow and she turned them toward the house. By the time they got back she was in need of some bedtime hot chocolate.

She shed her coat and went to the kitchen to get her last packet of instant cocoa. She was pleasantly surprised to see that Jake had actually cleared his dishes from her vintage red Formica table. And then not surprised to find them in the sink. From the sink to the dishwasher was only one more step. How hard was that? He’d probably left them there, figuring she’d do it for him.

She opened the cupboard beneath the sink to get out the dish soap.

What was this? Water. A little pool of water. How had he managed that?

She mopped it up, then loaded the dishes. Now all that was left was a pot crusted with bits of burned chili. It didn’t take long to deduce that the chili was welded to the pan, so after a futile attempt to dislodge it, she added more soap and filled it to the brim with water to soak overnight. Then she rinsed out the sponge and the sink and opened the cupboard to put away the dish soap.

Oh, no. Here was a fresh puddle. Just what they needed right now, a leaky sink. She’d have to call a plumber first thing in the morning. Another bill to split down the middle.

She picked up the phone and called Jake’s cell. He was probably up on the bandstand singing about love with that man-stealing keyboard player or sitting at a table nursing a Coke and flirting with some cowgirl poured into tight jeans. That was his life—fun, glamorous and irresponsible. And while he flirted and played his guitar she dealt with leaky faucets.

She was well rid of this relationship. Next time she’d be smart when it came to choosing a man. Maybe she’d even find herself a plumber.

She’d expected her call to roll over to Jake’s voice mail but he answered on the second ring. “Everything okay?”

Why did he immediately think something was wrong? Oh, yeah. She was calling him. “The pipe under the kitchen sink is leaking. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t use it when you got ho—back.” Home, that would’ve been the wrong word to use. This house wasn’t a home anymore. “I’ll call the plumber tomorrow.” Maybe he could squeeze her in that same day. It would make life simpler, since the shop was closed on Mondays.