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  “Do you really think so?” Hannah asked.

  Peggy nodded.

  “I…think I was drawn back here because of you and Bob.” She smiled fleetingly. “When Sheriff Davis brought me to your house, you were so helpful and so nice to me. I felt…oh, I don’t know, that you were just the kind of family I wish I’d had.”

  The young woman’s words gladdened Peggy’s heart, and saddened her at the same time. Obviously Hannah’s childhood had been lacking in some crucial ways. Peggy felt a stab of longing for her own children. She saw her daughter so rarely that Hannah’s warmth and gratitude made up for some of what she was missing with Hollie.

  “I’ll stay,” Hannah said decisively, “but only on one condition.”

  “You’re welcome without any conditions,” Peggy assured her.

  “I want to pay you rent, just as if I was any other guest. I’ll need to find a job first, of course, but that shouldn’t be too hard. I have lots of experience.”

  Peggy thought it was important for Hannah to pay rent; it would allow her to feel a sense of pride and self-sufficiency. “I understand Grace is planning to hire someone at the library for the summer,” she said. “Why not apply there?”

  Hannah considered that for a moment, then shook her head. “I’m not much of a reader, unfortunately. I don’t know how good I’d be at helping people find books, you know?”

  Peggy wasn’t easily discouraged. “What jobs have you held in the past?”

  “I worked all through high school at a fast-food place. I didn’t really like it, but it gave me a little bit of money. My dad…” She paused and let whatever she’d started to say fade.

  “What about working in a day-care center? Little Lambs recently advertised for help.”

  Again Hannah shook her head. “I don’t have a lot of patience around little kids. I worked at a Laundromat once, too, but only briefly. I think I’d be good as a store clerk, though.”

  “I think you would, too,” Peggy agreed and Hannah brightened immediately.

  “I’ll check the Help Wanted listings as soon as we get back to the house,” Hannah said eagerly.

  “Good idea. We’ll pick up a Chronicle right now.”

  Peggy paid for their lunch, and when they arrived back at the house, Bob was there to help her unload the minivan.

  “Hannah’s decided to live with us for a while,” she told her husband, making a point of expressing her pleasure at the girl’s decision.

  “I plan to pay my own way,” Hannah insisted. Clutching her newspaper, she followed Bob into the garage, where he set down the thirty-pound bag of fertilizer. “First thing Monday morning, I’m going to apply for a job.”

  Bob nodded, but he didn’t reveal nearly the enthusiasm Peggy had. She wanted to kick him for his obvious lack of interest. Peggy watched as Hannah’s face fell, annoyed that her husband was so blind to how badly the girl needed their approval. Hannah was fragile and needy, and it wasn’t that difficult to give her some of the attention she craved.

  “I don’t want to be any bother.” Hannah nervously stepped back.

  “You’re no bother, Hannah.” Bob returned to the minivan. Well, at least he’d said that much and his voice wasn’t unfriendly.

  “Would you like to help with dinner, Hannah?” Peggy called as she headed into the kitchen.

  “Yes…of course.” Hannah scurried after her. “I want to do whatever I can.”

  She was so eager to please and so eager to fit in. She agreed to prepare the potatoes with every sign of happiness.

  While Hannah stood at the kitchen sink and peeled potatoes, working carefully and methodically, Bob walked in through the back door.

  “We have a visitor,” he announced.

  Peggy automatically dried her hands on the kitchen towel as Pastor Dave Flemming entered the kitchen.

  “Hello, Peggy,” he said, smiling broadly.

  Pastor Flemming and Bob had become friends over the past year or so. Max Russell’s death had shaken Bob and Peggy badly, and they’d started going to church again, something they hadn’t done in years. They still attended regularly. Peggy felt it had been a good decision; the services brought her a sense of peace and calm, and she was thankful for that.

  “This is Hannah Russell,” Bob said, gesturing toward Hannah.

  “Hello, Hannah.”

  “Hello,” she said softly, her gaze lowered.

  The girl had trouble making eye contact, Peggy noticed, and hoped that with time and lots of attention she’d get over being so timid and self-conscious.

  “Bob tells me you’re staying here for a while.”

  Hannah nodded. “Mr. and Mrs. Beldon have been very kind.”

  “I’d like to invite you to join us on Sunday for worship service. The Beldons attend. You could go with them.”

  Her eyes flew up. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that.”

  “Any particular reason?” Pastor Flemming asked. “It’s our goal to make every visitor welcome.”

  Hannah just shook her head. “No, thanks.”

  Peggy hoped she’d eventually change her mind. It would do Hannah good, the same way it had them, but she wouldn’t pressure her. When and if she attended services, it would be her own decision.

  Chapter Twenty

  Cliff Harding walked out to the barn to take a look at his new filly, Funny Face, born just two weeks ago. Cal, his trainer, was working with the sire in the paddock.

  This ranch had been Cliff’s lifelong dream. He wasn’t a rich man, but he’d invested wisely through the years and cashed in his Internet stocks at precisely the right time. The profits had afforded him the luxury of buying property in the Olalla area and starting his own small horse ranch.

  Cliff had known Cal Washburn for a number of years. He’d first met him when the young man worked at Emerald Downs with Thoroughbreds. Cal, who seemed more comfortable around horses than people, was far and away the most gifted trainer he’d ever known. Cliff felt fortunate to have him on a profit-sharing basis. His ability to communicate with animals was uncanny; if Cliff believed in psychic phenomena, which he didn’t, he’d almost think Cal could speak to horses in their own language. Unfortunately those communication skills didn’t extend to people. Cal wasn’t a particularly shy man, but his stutter had been a detriment in relationships, especially with women.

  “S-some…l-l-lady ph-ph-called for you,” Cal said when he saw him.

  Cliff frowned.

  Rather than explain, Cal reached inside his pocket for a slip of paper and passed it to him. Cliff didn’t recognize the name and for half a second, he experienced a sense of disappointment. A part of him had wanted, had hoped, the call would be from Grace.

  Things had ended between them several months ago, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. At one time, their relationship had held great promise. After his divorce, he’d rarely dated. He’d spent twenty years married to Susan and for the last ten, the only reason he’d stayed in the marriage had been his daughter, Lisa.

  Susan had been unfaithful, not once, but more times than Cliff could count. It was a sickness with her. Cliff had left the marriage with his self-confidence in tatters, and it was years before he’d had any interest in seeking out another relationship.

  When he’d met Grace, she’d immediately had a strong effect on him, one of attraction, of liking and respect. Her husband had disappeared and for financial reasons, she’d filed for divorce. He admired the way she’d dealt with the situation. Once Dan Sherman’s body was found, he watched her mourn her dead husband, and he grew to love her as she slowly emerged from her grief and pain. He’d looked forward to the day he would ask her to marry him.

  It came as a shock when Grace lied to him. The thing was, Grace wasn’t a natural liar. She was too easy to see through. That was when he’d decided to call it quits. He’d done so, but not without regret.

  After he’d checked on Funny Face and her dam, Cliff went back to the house to return the ph
one call. He studied the name-Janet Webb-and didn’t recognize it or the number. He was mildly curious when the voice on the other end announced that he’d reached the local animal shelter. He asked for Janet and was placed on hold.

  “This is Janet Webb.” The woman’s clipped, professional voice caught him off guard. It sounded as if he’d interrupted some important project and she resented the intrusion.

  “Cliff Harding, returning your call,” he said in like tones.

  “Mr. Harding.” Her voice softened into cordiality. “I appreciate your calling me back. I know you’ve heard about our Dog and Bachelor Auction next week.”

  “I did hear mention of it.” Cliff could hardly ignore the upcoming event; there were posters all over town, frequent articles in the paper-and even in the Seattle news. Cliff would be happy to make a contribution, but he wasn’t interested in participating.

  “We were disappointed to learn you haven’t volunteered to be one of our bachelors.” Her tone grew even friendlier.

  “Yes, well-”

  She didn’t allow him to finish. “Your name’s come up more than once and from several different people.”

  “I’m honored, but-”

  “I’m sure you won’t mind if I add you to the list, then.” Her voice was triumphant-as though she’d successfully outwitted him.

  The woman was nothing if not persistent. “I don’t think so.”

  His adamant refusal gave her pause. “Is there any particular reason, Mr. Harding, that you don’t want to support the animal shelter?”

  He opened his mouth to remind her that he did support the shelter, but, again, wasn’t allowed to respond.

  “One would assume that all animals would hold a place in a horseman’s heart. One would assume that a horseman-”

  He broke in. “I believe my trainer, Cal Washburn, is one of the bachelors-on my recommendation.” Cal wasn’t likely to forgive him for that anytime soon. Volunteering Cal was supposed to serve a double purpose: to get Cliff off the hook and to give Cal some exposure to local society, specifically female society. He was a young man, after all. To Cliff’s surprise, he’d eventually agreed to participate, as long as he wasn’t expected to do any public speaking. Cliff assured him all he’d have to do was to stand up on stage and listen to the women fight over him.

  “Yes, I see Mr. Washburn on the list,” Janet said. “But what about you?”

  “I’m flattered you’d ask me personally, but I’m sorry-no.” Even for charity, he had his limits.

  “I see,” Janet said in a severe voice. “What if I told you that your participation could have a very big impact on the shelter?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Someone who prefers to remain anonymous has offered to make a large donation if I can convince you to volunteer for the auction.”

  “What?” Cliff was sure he’d misunderstood.

  “It’s true. As I said, someone’s offered a substantial donation to the shelter if you’ll be one of our bachelors.”

  Cliff was both amused and chagrinned. “Who?”

  “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say.”

  It could only be Grace, Cliff reasoned, but she didn’t have the money to make that kind of offer. “Male or female?” he pressed.

  Janet Webb laughed nervously. “As I said, I’m not at liberty to reveal the source, Mr. Harding.”

  “How substantial a donation?”

  “Nor am I at liberty to reveal the amount.”

  He chuckled, completely perplexed by the situation.

  “Mr. Harding, I sincerely hope you’ll have a change of heart.”

  Cliff thought about it and sighed. “I suppose I can volunteer.” He wasn’t happy about it, nor did he appreciate being coerced, but he didn’t want to take money away from the shelter. In any case, there was no help for it now; he’d given his word.

  After a while, he wandered outside to talk to Cal. “I don’t suppose you know anything about that phone call?”

  The trainer shook his head.

  “Someone offered a donation to the shelter if I agreed to be part of the auction.”

  Cal’s eyes widened. “Y-you g-gonna d-do it?”

  Cliff nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Hey-you didn’t have anything to do with this, did you?”

  Cal shook his head again. “G-Grace?”

  Grace’s involvement had been his first assumption, too, but it didn’t make sense, and not just because of the money. Cliff had recently seen her at the Saturday Farmers’ Market, talking to Stan Lockhart, Olivia’s ex-husband. The instant she’d seen him she looked guilty. Cliff suspected she’d started dating the other man. The idea of her with Stan bothered him, but Cliff had to put the matter out of his mind. If Grace wanted to see her best friend’s ex-husband-well, it wasn’t any of his business.

  Still, he didn’t know how he could have misjudged Grace this badly. She wasn’t the woman he’d first believed, not nearly the honest, straightforward person he’d thought, and the realization troubled and saddened him.

  He glanced up to find Cal struggling to hide a grin. “Wipe that off your face,” he growled.

  Cal laughed outright.

  “This isn’t funny.”

  Cal laughed again.

  Soon Cliff was chuckling, too. He couldn’t imagine who’d pay for him to be one of the bachelors, but it might be interesting to find out.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jon walked Maryellen and Katie out to the car and buckled their daughter into her protective carrier in the back seat. Maryellen found it harder and harder to head off to work each morning when she longed to spend the day with her husband and child. Jon and Maryellen had agreed she’d quit her job by the end of the year, sooner if they could manage it financially. Maryellen was hoping to get pregnant again, too. She wanted no more than two or three years between Katie and this new baby.

  She opened the driver’s side door and Jon came over to take her in his arms. “I hate seeing you and Katie leave me every morning,” he murmured, echoing her own regrets.

  Maryellen slipped her arms around her husband, resting her head on his chest. “I hate leaving you, too.”

  “It won’t be much longer,” he promised.

  Maryellen nodded. They kissed goodbye and then she climbed into the car and drove into Cedar Cove. Kelly, her younger sister, provided day care for Katie and had done so since Maryellen’s return to work the year before. The arrangement worked well for both of them. The extra income helped her sister, and Maryellen felt relieved that her daughter was with family. Kelly’s son, Tyler, was wonderful with his cousin and looked after Katie as if she were his little sister. Kelly and her husband, Paul, wanted a second child; although she’d only mentioned it to Maryellen once, Kelly seemed to be having trouble getting pregnant again. Maryellen sympathized but didn’t feel she could discuss the subject unless Kelly brought it up first.

  There was no time to think about her family once she arrived at the Harbor Street Art Gallery. Summers were their busy season, with plenty of tourist activity and consequently lots of drop-in traffic. Maryellen preferred it that way.

  A couple of years earlier she’d broken off her relationship with Jon in an effort to hide the fact that she was pregnant with his child. In order to avoid seeing her-at least before he knew about the pregnancy-he’d moved his work from the local gallery to a well-known Seattle one. His career had grown ever since. His work was back in the Harbor Street Gallery now, but it sold out almost as quickly as he could bring it in.

  Maryellen knew that Jon had outgrown their gallery, although he was willing to provide a few pieces because of Maryellen and out of loyalty to the owners, who’d given him his start. The demands on his time and talent kept him increasingly busy. Maryellen was looking forward to managing his career and getting his work displayed in galleries all across North America. She had plenty of ideas, including reproductions in both poster-size and as cards.

  At noon, Jon called and they chatted
briefly. They couldn’t be apart for more than a few hours without missing each other and craving contact, even if that was only five minutes on the phone.

  “I’m working in my darkroom this afternoon,” he told her. In other words, she shouldn’t call him unless absolutely necessary.

  “Okay.”

  “What time will you be home?”

  She smiled at the question because she got there within the same ten-minute period every afternoon. “Five-thirty-one,” she teased.

  “Cute, Maryellen.”

  “I can be even cuter if you want.”

  “What I want is you. All of you, all the time.”

  “That’s good to know because I’m more than willing to give you all of me.”

  Jon laughed. “I’ll be waiting for my two favorite women at five-thirty-one.”

  “Aye, aye, captain.” Maryellen smiled as she replaced the receiver, warmed by their brief conversation.

  A short while later, while her assistant was on her lunch break, an older couple came into the gallery. The building itself, more than a century old, was a historic site in Cedar Cove. As always, the wide wooden floorboards creaked as she moved out of her small office to greet the customers. The walls of the gallery displayed a variety of artwork-paintings and photographs-by several local artists, but the three pieces Jon had brought in earlier that week had already been sold.

  Maryellen watched as the man and woman, arms linked, glanced about the room. They didn’t seem typical of the normal tourist traffic. The man wore slacks and a short-sleeved plaid shirt, while the woman had on a rather old-fashioned shirtwaist dress. It looked as if they were on a church outing rather than visiting a small town.

  “Hello,” Maryellen said warmly. “Welcome to the Harbor Street Art Gallery. Is there anything I can help you find?”

  “Hello.” The woman smiled and turned to her husband, apparently waiting for him to speak. When he didn’t, she said, “We’ve heard there’s a very talented nature photographer from this area whose work is displayed here.”

  “That would be Jon Bowman.” It never failed to thrill Maryellen when a customer inquired about him. “I’m afraid the gallery has sold out of Mr. Bowman’s photographs. I’ll have more in later in the month.”