The Inn At Rose Harbor Part 25

"They're here. Joy made us grandparents two years ago."

"You're a grandmother, Aunt Betty Ann?" Her mother had probably mentioned it, but she had forgotten.

Abby's mother crossed her arms in a compet.i.tive huff. "Don't go there, Betty Ann." She glared at her daughter and then smiled, letting her know she was only joking. "Now that Roger is marrying there's a good likelihood Tom and I will eventually have grandchildren. Unless, of course ..." she paused and looked squarely in Abby's direction. "Unless Abby finds a young man, settles down fast, and has a baby or two."

"Mom!" Abby protested but not strenuously.

For the next fifteen minutes she was shuffled from table to table to reacquaint herself with a bevy of relatives from both her mother's and father's sides of the family.

She saw Joy and her infant son and met Joy's husband. The family lived in Alaska and had flown down to Seattle for the wedding and to visit other family members. Doug and Craig were both married, too, and Abby met both of their wives. Doug's wife was pregnant and her aunt Betty Ann was thrilled that it was a baby girl, her first granddaughter.

What astonished Abby was how much everyone had changed from the last time she'd been at a family gathering, which had been more years ago than she cared to remember.

At one time Abby had been close to her younger cousins, despite the difference in their ages. Even three or four years had been a big deal back then. Sondra and Rand were the youngest while Doug, Craig, and Joy were only a few years younger than Abby.

By the time Abby followed her mother back to the hotel room to get ready to leave for lunch, her head was spinning with names and faces. "When did everyone grow up?" she asked, shaking her head in wonder.

"Well, sweetheart, if you came out of your sh.e.l.l a bit more often you'd be able to answer that yourself."

"I know," Abby agreed, and for the first time she felt that she'd made a huge mistake in sequestering herself so.

Her mother slid the plastic key into the lock and opened the door. The maid had been by and the room had been cleaned.

"I have to change my shoes," Linda said as she bent over and retrieved a pair from the closet floor.

For the first time Abby noticed her mother was wearing slippers. "I'm saving my feet for dancing at the reception. I did tell you I talked your father into taking ballroom dancing cla.s.ses, didn't I?"

"Daddy?" Her father was the last person Abby would have expected to agree to dance cla.s.ses.

"I never thought it'd happen but we got hooked on that television show, rooting for our favorite couple each week."

Abby watched the program herself, but the idea that it would influence her parents to take dancing cla.s.ses was hard to take in.

"Your father is no slouch on the dance floor. He loves it."

Wow, things had changed.

Her mother straightened and then arched her back. "We're not that old, you know."

"Speaking of being old, I'm parked on the far side of the parking lot," Abby remembered. "Why don't I go get the car and bring it around front and you can meet me there."

"Are you sure, sweetie? I don't mind walking out that way."

"No problem, Mom."

Abby had started toward the door when her mother stopped her. "Sweetie. I hope I didn't embarra.s.s you by bringing up grandchildren. Your father said I need to be more sensitive."

Abby rea.s.sured her with a smile. "You didn't embarra.s.s me."

"Oh, good. I wouldn't want anything to ruin this day. Your father and I are so happy for Roger. We've waited for our children to marry for a very long time."

Abby hugged her mother and left the room. She was rummaging inside her purse for her car keys when she nearly b.u.mped into a man who was hurrying down the hallway. He rammed into her shoulder. Abby would have been spun off balance but the man grabbed her by the upper arms.

"I'm so sorry!" He paused and looked straight at her. "Abby?"

"Yes." She barely managed to get the word out. Abby didn't need to ask who he was. She recognized him immediately.

"It's me, Steve. Steve Hooks."

"I ... know." Her mouth felt as dry as an abandoned well. She'd wanted to ask her brother about Steve, but she never had. She supposed she hadn't wanted to hear that he was happily married and had completely forgotten her. She'd certainly given him reason enough.

"So you remember me?"

Oh yes, she remembered him. "It's ... good to see you again," she finally managed, although it felt as if the words had flowed from her lips like mola.s.ses.

He dropped his hands from her shoulders, although he seemed reluctant to do so. "You look great."

"You're here for the wedding?" That was probably the stupidest question she could have asked.

"Yes, Roger asked me to be one of the ushers."

"You weren't at the rehearsal last night," Abby blurted out before she realized it would be obvious that she'd been looking for him.

"No, my flight got delayed and I didn't land until after the dinner."

"I'm glad you made it." She wanted to talk more, but with her mother waiting she didn't feel she should linger. Hopefully she'd be able to catch up with him at some point later on in the day.

He took one step back, in retreat, seeming as hesitant as she was to end their conversation. "I'll see you later this afternoon, then."

"At the wedding," Abby said unnecessarily. Her cheeks flushed with color. The night she and Angela had gone shopping her friend had told her how excited she was to meet Steve. And Abby had droned on and on about how wonderful he was.

Roger had invited Steve to join their family for Thanksgiving because Steve's family lived on the East Coast and he couldn't afford a second ticket home within a few weeks of Christmas. Abby and Steve had been emailing back and forth nonstop since their initial introduction. Angela had spent Thanksgiving with her grandparents in Spokane.

Abby had fallen hard for Steve. Following the accident, he'd sent flowers and notes and letters, but she hadn't answered him because it felt wrong for her to have a great guy in her life when her friend was dead. The kicker came when a young man Angela had been dating stopped by the hospital. Abby had still been under sedation and in a lot of pain. He'd sat by her bedside, and pressed his forehead against the side railing and wept. He hadn't shouted the way Angela's mother had, but his grief had pained her in ways that angry words never could. He left soon afterward and she never saw him again.

Caught up in her thoughts, Abby nearly walked into the gla.s.s door leading to the parking lot.

"Get a grip," she muttered to herself as she headed toward the rear of the lot where she'd left her car. Following her release from the hospital and a period of recuperation, it'd taken real courage for her to get behind the wheel of a car again. In fact, it'd taken almost a year.

After unlocking the door, she slid into the driver's seat and placed her hands on the steering wheel. So Angela wanted her to visit her parents while she was in town.

That was an impossible request. She couldn't face them. She'd tried, but they'd been too caught up in their grief to find it in their hearts to forgive her. According to Angela, the years had done little to change their att.i.tude.

Abby gave herself a mental shake. "You don't know that," she said aloud. What woman in her right mind listened to voices coming from beyond the grave? Enough of this silliness.

Enough.

The entire scene at the cemetery had been a figment of Abby's imagination. She'd waited far too long to visit her friend's grave site and as a result she'd mentally built it up to this huge event. The result was that she'd become delusional.

And hadn't her own mother just said she didn't want anything to ruin this perfectly wonderful day? Her brother was about to wed his bride. This was not the time or the place for Abby to step back in time in an effort to right past wrongs. The best way for her to handle this situation was to go to her brother's wedding and enjoy this special time with family. And then she would leave Cedar Cove; pack up her suitcase and simply put all this anxiety and pain behind her.

She waited, half expecting Angela to express her opinion on the matter. How silly she must look, sitting behind the wheel of her car, waiting for someone who was dead and buried to argue with her internal monologue.

Abby started the engine and drove around to the front of the hotel. Her mother stepped outside as soon as she appeared. Linda's face broke into a wide smile as she opened the pa.s.senger door and climbed inside.

"You will never guess who I just saw!"

"I bet I can," Abby returned.

"Steve Hooks!" Her mother cast Abby a meaningful glance.

"I saw him, too. We almost ran into each other in the hallway outside your room. Well, actually, we did run into each other."

"His plane got delayed," her mother went on to explain. "I ... I'm glad he made it in time."

"Me, too. By the way, Roger mentioned that Steve isn't married." Again her mother looked pointedly in Abby's direction.

"Oh?" Her heart instantly started to beat at double time, although it was ridiculous to think they could pick up where they'd left off all those years ago.

"Roger said Steve had asked about you, too."

Abby decided to ignore that comment. "Mom, you need to put on your seat belt."

"Oh, right." She reached behind her and stretched the strap across her body and clicked it into place.

How Abby wished she'd insisted Angela put on her seat belt. Even now, all these years later, her mind shouted out the warning.

After she'd finished, Linda returned her gaze to Abby. "Well, sweetie, what did Steve have to say?"

"Unfortunately we didn't get much of a chance to talk."

"But you will later, right?"

"Yes, I imagine we will."

Her mother didn't say anything for a long moment, and then with a soft sigh she added, "That's a start."

A start. Yes, indeed it was.

Chapter 26.

Josh took his time rinsing out the two mugs and placing them in the dishwasher while Mich.e.l.le went to check on Richard.

The door to Richard's bedroom opened and closed and Mich.e.l.le joined him. Josh glanced up expectantly. He wasn't sure what he was looking for from her but she met his gaze and quietly went to sit in the living room.

"How is he?" Josh asked, tucking the tips of his fingers in his jeans pockets.

"The same; sometimes a little better, sometimes a bit worse. At this point it's difficult to tell."

Josh nodded, unsure of what he should say. The tension between Mich.e.l.le and him was stretched thin. While he was reluctant to wade into the emotional quagmire of their shared kisses, it seemed unavoidable.

"Perhaps we should talk about ... what happened," he suggested.

Mich.e.l.le gave him a quizzical look.

"You know," he insisted, wishing he was more experienced in these kinds of conversations. "I want to make sure you aren't reading anything into what happened ... between us."

"I shouldn't?" she asked.

"No," he said quickly, thinking that he'd probably made a big mistake.

"Have you always avoided emotional entanglements, Josh?"

He blinked, definitely sorry that he'd said anything. "That's not what's going on here."

Her responding smile challenged him, but he wasn't looking for an argument or a confrontation. "Forget I said anything. I'm sorry I brought up the subject."

"If that's what you want, Josh, then I'm okay with it, but one day you're going to need to confront this issue."

She was probably right, but that time wasn't now. "Can we drop the subject?"

"That's fine with me. I didn't bring it up in the first place."

He felt an immediate sense of relief. "Good." Soon he'd be out of here and for all intents and purposes he never planned to return. And yet when he looked at her all he wanted to do was hold her close. This was crazy. One minute all he could think about was getting away, and the next he was overwhelmed with the urge to wrap this beautiful woman in his arms and hold on for dear life.

Mich.e.l.le returned to the kitchen.

Not sure what he was thinking, Josh followed her.

She brought down a fresh coffee mug and when she turned around, Josh was standing directly behind her. For an awkward moment all they did was stare at each other. Josh didn't know what to say. He knew she was right. He had avoided emotional intimacy and he wasn't sure why. His job had always been a convenient excuse.

Without a word Mich.e.l.le retrieved her coat and started out the front door.

Josh wanted to stop her, but every time he opened his mouth he seemed inclined to say something stupid. It was probably best just to let her go.

The front door made a soft clicking sound as it closed. So he was alone with Richard. The knowledge unnerved him. When Richard died, Josh would be truly alone.

Depressed now, he sank into a chair and closed his eyes.

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows against his knees. He wasn't any good at this relationship business. Never had been. Mich.e.l.le had hit the proverbial nail on the head. Josh was afraid of making a commitment, afraid of what the future might hold. He felt like he'd lost everyone he'd ever loved, and he wasn't sure that he could risk his heart again. His father had abandoned him and then his mother. That had been the first strike. The second had been his mother's death, followed by Dylan's. He didn't like to think about his stepbrother's death. It'd hit him hard, and Josh had never taken time to deal with the loss.