Debbie Macomber - 6 Rainier Drive

Teri’s dark eyes twinkled. “Wait and see.”

“I hope you realize I can’t afford this,” she felt obliged to remind her friends.

“That’s not your concern,” Rachel was quick to tell her. “It’s all been taken care of.”

“And,” Teri added, “included in the fee was a more-than-generous tip.”

“Who did this?” Maryellen asked, although she could guess.

“Your fairy godfather,” Rachel told her. “That’s all I’m going to say.”

“Cliff.” Just as Maryellen had thought. Her new stepfather, Cliff Harding, had arranged this.

“Like I said,” Rachel scolded, drawing two fingers across her mouth, “my lips are zipped.”

The next two hours were such a pleasure. Teri washed her hair in the sink, and while she cut, dried and styled it, Rachel worked on her nails. God bless Cliff for this—and so much else. Ever since her mother and Cliff had met, she’d been impressed by what a loving, thoughtful man he was.

“Tell me the latest gossip,” Maryellen said as the two women continued their beauty treatment.

“Well,” Teri said, sighing deeply, “the biggest news is that Nate Olsen’s back in town.”

Nate was the young warrant officer Rachel had been seeing. Her friend had an ambiguous relationship with a widower named Bruce Peyton, which had gone on for three—or was it four?—years. Then this navy man had entered her life. Maryellen wondered which one Rachel would eventually choose.

“Would you stop!” Rachel cried. “Nate and I are dating casually, that’s all.”

Maryellen doubted the “casual” part but didn’t comment.

“What about Bruce?” she asked, knowing how close Rachel was to Bruce’s daughter, Jolene.

“We’re just friends.” She brushed off the questions, sounding a bit impatient, but Maryellen suspected Rachel’s feelings for Bruce went deeper than she realized.

“You know what I don’t understand?” Teri said, expertly wielding her scissors. “Rachel has two men on the line and I haven’t hooked a single one.”

“You should’ve put in your bid at the bachelor auction,” Rachel teased, referring to the charity event at which she’d “bought” Nate.

“Those men were far too expensive for my pocketbook,” Teri muttered, still clipping. Long pieces of hair fell to the floor.

She bent to gather up Maryellen’s hair. “Want to donate this to make a wig for a cancer patient?” she asked.

“Sure!” Maryellen felt good about giving to someone in need—especially since she’d received so much herself. “That’s a wonderful idea.”

A few minutes later, Teri switched on the television to check the weekend weather. “Hey,” she said, stepping back from the screen as the local news broadcast concluded. “There’s a big chess championship coming to Seattle.”

“Do you like chess?” Maryellen asked.

Teri shrugged. “I don’t know much about it. It’s a lot like checkers, isn’t it?”

Rachel and Maryellen exchanged looks.

“Well, not really,” Rachel answered. “It’s a little more complicated.”

Soon after the two women finished, packed up their supplies and left, Jon and Katie got home. He seemed exhausted and Katie did, too. When Jon saw Maryellen, he did a double take.

“Do you like it?” she asked tentatively, putting her hand to her head. Then she went on to explain how this change in her appearance had come about—mentioning her satisfaction at donating her hair for a cancer wig.

Jon nodded. “That’s great,” he said. “And I love your new look. I’ve always liked your hair long but this is…nice. Nice,” he repeated. “It suits you and I can see that it’s much more practical.”

Maryellen was pleased at his response, which seemed exactly right to her. Katie crawled into her lap then and laid her head against Maryellen’s shoulder. Within minutes, the little girl was fast asleep. Maryellen settled Katie on the sofa beside her.

She didn’t ask Jon how his day had gone. His weary expression told her everything she needed to know. He’d spent the day doing errands—getting groceries, film, visiting the library.

“Sit with me awhile,” she urged, sitting upright.

“I’ve got stuff I have to do.”

She patted the empty space next to her. “Jon,” she whispered. “Please.”

He hesitated, and she knew he felt torn between the need to work while Katie napped and his desire to be with his wife. Her smile must have won him over because he sank down at her side and slipped one arm around her shoulders.

“I love you so much,” she said.

Jon kissed her forehead. “I love you, too.”

“In a few months, this will all be over.”

“It feels like it’s gone on forever,” he murmured.

“Getting through these last few weeks of the pregnancy…That’ll be the most difficult. Things will get worse before they get better.”

He released a deep, pent-up sigh. “We’ll be fine.”

“I think so, too.” She turned her head in order to meet his gaze. “Your stepmother phoned this afternoon,” she said, not bothering with a preamble.

Jon stiffened but said nothing. Then he asked. “Did she call or did you?”

“She phoned,” Maryellen assured him, refusing to take offense at the question. “They read about the fire at The Lighthouse because they get the Chronicle. She called to see if everything was all right with us.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment. “So they know I’m not working?” he finally asked. “At a job, I mean?”

“They know,” she said. “I told her about the problems with the pregnancy, too.”

He wasn’t happy about that, she could tell, but he didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t ask her to do it, I want you to understand that.”

“Do what?”

“Come here and help. Ellen insisted. She said these are her grandchildren and we need help.”

Still Jon refused to comment.

“Say something,” she said, fearing his reaction. On top of everything else, she couldn’t bear his anger. It would break her.

“They can’t stay here.”

She nodded.

“I don’t want them around the house when I’m here.” The arm that cradled her lay heavily on her shoulders.

“I’ll make sure they understand that.”

He sighed. “I don’t like this, but I’ll do it for you and Katie and for the baby.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“It doesn’t change anything, Maryellen.”

“I know.” She pressed her head against him. A minute later, she felt him relax again.

“Love does that to a man, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm?” she murmured.

“Makes you do things you don’t want to for the people you love. Things you never thought you’d do.”

Maryellen knew what he was saying. Jon had vowed that he would not allow his family back in his life after what they’d done to him. Yet here he was, setting aside his deepest convictions because Ellen and Joseph were willing to help in this impossible situation. He’d agreed to let them into the fringes of his life for Maryellen’s sake and Katie’s. There might be no forgiveness in his heart, but he’d set aside his anger to serve his wife’s needs.

“Love makes us put other people first,” she said. “Isn’t that what you mean?” Isn’t that what love is?

Justine could barely stand to look at the burned-out husk that had once been The Lighthouse. Most of the structure had collapsed and the charred remains were a blight against the vivid blue backdrop of the cove. Yellow crime-scene tape stretched across the parking lot. Even now, two weeks after the fire, the acrid smell of burned wood and smoke hung oppressively in the air.