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T
he ringing of the phone destroyed the calm of the afternoon. Corrie reached for it on the second ring. “Roy McAfee’s office,” she said in her professional voice.

The lack of response caught her attention. “This is Roy McAfee’s office,” she repeated.

Silence again.

Sighing, she replaced the phone. When she looked up, Roy was standing in the doorway leading to his office, his arms crossed. He glowered at the phone as if it were guilty of some unspeakable crime.

“How many hang-ups have we had in the last couple of weeks?” he asked.

Corrie hadn’t counted them. “Two or three,” she said, but she knew it was more. She shrugged, making light of it. “I think the phone company must’ve issued a number similar to ours to a pizza parlor or something.”

“How many hang-ups did we get in October?”

“Oh, honestly, Roy, you don’t expect me to remember that, do you?”

His eyes narrowed. “As a matter of fact, I do. I don’t know
anyone who has a better mind for details. How many, Corrie?”

She swallowed hard. “None.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“In other words, you think whoever’s been mailing these postcards is switching to phone calls?”

“I don’t know.”

“Any more postcards recently?” Corrie hated to ask, but she needed to know. She hadn’t seen any, and Roy hadn’t mentioned getting even one in quite a while. Still, she was afraid he might be hiding them from her—for her own protection, of course.

He shook his head. “The last card arrived on October sixth.”

Corrie smiled, not that she found it humorous. She did feel a little relieved, yes. But her amusement, such as it was, came from Roy’s claim that she had a head for details, although he was the one who categorized every fact, no matter how minute. If it hadn’t been for Roy, the murder at the Thyme and Tide might never have been solved. Little things like the date of the last postcard stayed in his mind—and hers, too. Nothing, however, had been as troubling as this.

The phone rang again. Corrie looked at Roy before answering on the second ring. “Roy McAfee’s office.”

“Mom,” Linnette cried, “where
are
you?”

“Ah…”

“The ceremony for the clinic opening starts in fifteen minutes! I thought you were coming.”

Corrie nearly laughed out loud. Only seconds earlier, she’d been congratulating herself and Roy on their memories, and they’d let the most important day of the month slip past them.

“Dad and I will be there in a few minutes.”

“Hurry! You wouldn’t believe all the people who are here.

Besides, I want to introduce you to Dr. Timmons. Oh, Mom, he’s just so cute.”

“We’re on our way now,” Corrie said.

“Don’t even think of driving. There isn’t a parking spot to be had for miles.”

Corrie loved the joy and excitement in her daughter’s voice. “We’ll be right over.”

Roy must’ve heard, because he’d already collected his jacket. He held Corrie’s long wool coat for her. When she’d pulled on her gloves and wrapped a hand-knit scarf around her neck, they walked out the door. Roy automatically stopped to check that it was locked.

The brisk cold wind off the cove was powerful enough to make Corrie’s eyes water. She shivered and Roy tucked her hand in the crook of his arm as they set off at a brisk pace toward the newly constructed clinic across from City Hall.

“I’m glad Linnette’s living in Cedar Cove now,” Roy murmured, surprising her. He didn’t generally reveal his emotions; he was the kind of man who showed his love through the things he did, not the things he said. Corrie was pleased he had a good relationship with Linnette. But that reminded her of his conflicts with their son, which immediately saddened her.

“I’m glad she’s here, too.” Corrie was more than glad, she was thrilled. Ecstatic. She just wished Mack and Roy would sort out their differences. She resisted the urge to remind her husband that Mack had helped his sister move from Seattle to Cedar Cove. Roy would see through that conversational ploy instantly.

By the time Corrie and Roy arrived at the medical complex, there was a crowd, just as Linnette had said, with more people gathering in front of the big red ribbon stretched across the sidewalk. Corrie spotted Mayor Benson with several other members of the council.

Charlotte and Ben Rhodes were there. That was fitting because it was through their determined efforts that Cedar Cove had a medical facility at all. Jack Griffin and a photographer from
The Chronicle
were interviewing a group of older people, while the sheriff and his deputies scanned the crowd.

Linnette smiled and waved when she saw Corrie and Roy. She motioned with her head at the good-looking man standing on her right. This must be Chad Timmons, the physician she’d mentioned countless times.

A small podium had been erected and Mayor Benson finally stepped up to the microphone. “Welcome, welcome,” he called out, and a hush fell over the crowd. “I’m delighted to see such a large turnout for this afternoon’s grand opening of Cedar Cove’s brand-spanking-new medical facility.”

Corrie was almost deafened by the resounding cheer that followed. “This has come about as a result of the cooperation between the private and public sectors. I’m proud to have played a role in getting this facility off the drawing board.”

Corrie glanced at her husband and saw that he was having a hard time squelching a smile. “The old windbag should be thanking Charlotte and Ben,” he said, bending down to whisper in her ear.

“Yeah,” Corrie whispered back. “He wasn’t the one who risked jail time.”

Mayor Benson gestured expansively. “Now, I’d like to introduce our staff members.” Several other men and women had joined Linnette and Dr. Timmons, and the mayor briefly introduced each one. When Linnette’s name was announced, she gave a small wave. Corrie clapped as loudly as her gloved hands would allow.

After the introduction of the staff, Mayor Benson continued to elaborate on the role his office had played in establishing the clinic.

“Just cut the ribbon,” someone shouted from the back of the crowd when rain started to fall.

Mayor Benson reached for the big scissors. “Normally it’s my privilege, as mayor of Cedar Cove, to cut the ribbon, but I’d like to defer in this instance.” He turned to Charlotte and Ben. “Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes, would you kindly do the honors?”

The crowd roared with approval.

Blushing, Charlotte stepped forward and with Ben at her side, cut the ribbon.

“Now we’d like everyone to come in for a tour of the facility. And please, help yourself to refreshments.”

The small podium was quickly moved and the double glass doors opened wide as a stream of visitors flowed in.

Corrie and Roy paused to chat with friends along the way. Jack’s photographer took dozens of pictures, but Corrie was sure the photograph on the front page would be of Charlotte and Ben cutting the ribbon. She had to give the mayor credit. He was a savvy politician to surrender the honor to Charlotte and Ben Rhodes. That had probably earned him more votes than anything he might have said.

Corrie chatted with Peggy Beldon while she waited for the crowd to diminish so she could talk to her daughter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Gloria Ashton, Linnette’s neighbor, deep in conversation with Dr. Timmons. She’d recently met her when she’d visited Linnette to drop off a casserole. Corrie noticed the way Linnette’s gaze followed her newfound friend, as if sizing up the competition. Oh, dear. That could be a problem. Although Corrie had only met Gloria the one time, she’d liked her and hoped that Linnette and her neighbor would become good friends.

“Who’s that?” Roy asked, nodding toward Gloria.

Linnette had walked over to Gloria and Dr. Timmons and
joined in the conversation. Corrie saw Dr. Timmons’s quick frown, as if he resented the intrusion. This definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“Do you know her?” Roy asked again.

“That’s Linnette’s neighbor. She works for the sheriff’s office in Bremerton.”

Roy didn’t say anything. “What makes you ask?” she prodded.

“No reason.”

Roy was probably thinking the same thing as Corrie. Their daughter had a major crush on this doctor. Corrie couldn’t remember hearing Linnette more excited than the day she’d learned the clinic had hired Chad Timmons.

“Come on,” Corrie said, taking her husband’s hand. “Let’s go talk to Linnette.”

“In a minute,” Roy said, frowning as he watched his daughter interact with the small group. “What do you know about this guy she’s so keen on?”

“Just what she told me. Roy, good grief, give the girl a chance. She’s got a mind of her own and she isn’t going to appreciate your interference.”

“Is that so?” Roy teased.

“Absolutely.”

Roy smiled again. “How’d her date go with that bachelor you paid top dollar for?”

His comment hit its mark. “Touché,” she murmured. The dinner was a major disappointment in Corrie’s view. Apparently Linnette’s evening had been enjoyable enough; in fact, according to her daughter, it’d been a better experience than she’d expected. But as far as Corrie knew, Cal Washburn hadn’t phoned her for a second date. Sadly, she wasn’t entirely convinced Linnette would accept if he did.

“Then I guess we should make this young doctor’s acquaintance.” With his hand at the small of her back, Roy steered Corrie toward the group.

The three stopped chatting when Corrie and Roy approached. “Mom, Dad,” Linnette said, smiling broadly. All that was missing was a trumpet fanfare. “
This
is Dr. Timmons.”

The physician exchanged handshakes with Roy and Corrie. “Pleased to meet you,” he said politely.

“I think Linnette’s mentioned your name,” Corrie told him, downplaying her daughter’s interest. “Did you attend classes together?”

“Not really,” Chad said. “We met at the hospital where Linnette did her practical training.”

“And this is Gloria Ashton,” Linnette inserted, smiling at her father. “We live in the same apartment complex. Gloria, meet my dad, Roy McAfee.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Roy said.

Gloria nodded. “Same here.”

After a moment’s silence, Dr. Timmons said, “If you’ll excuse me, I’d better do some more mingling.” He grinned at Gloria. “I’d be interested in following up on our conversation,” he said, then glanced self-consciously at Linnette. “Could I give you a call sometime?”

His question went unanswered and there was an uncomfortable silence.

“Oh—yes, I’m sorry,” Gloria said. “I’d like that.”

Linnette’s face fell, but she recovered quickly. With a strained smile, she ushered her parents toward the interior of the clinic. “Come on, Mom and Dad. I’ll give you a personal tour.”

Corrie wasn’t fooled. She could sense trouble brewing between Linnette and her new friend over the handsome Dr. Timmons.

C
ecilia liked Rachel Pendergast right away. They talked for a few minutes before the beautician seated her and draped the plastic cape around her. Rachel had a friendly, down-to-earth manner that Cecilia found appealing. Ian had suggested she introduce herself to Warrant Officer Nate Olsen’s girlfriend, so she’d scheduled an appointment. Cecilia was due for a haircut, anyway, and wasn’t opposed to trying out a new shop, especially one with such a good reputation.

Rachel turned the chair around so Cecilia faced the mirror. She combed through Cecilia’s thick hair and ran her fingers from beginning to end.

“How much would you like cut off?” she asked, meeting Cecilia’s gaze in the mirror.

“About an inch,” she said, “and I’d like you to trim my bangs.” Cecilia guessed she and Rachel were close to the same age; perhaps Rachel was a few years older. It was hard to tell.

“When’s your baby due?” Rachel asked, leading Cecilia to the shampoo sink.

“March fifteenth.” The date was embossed in her mind as
she mentally counted the days before she would hold her son in her arms.

“Is this your first baby?” Rachel asked conversationally.

Cecilia hesitated. The question always stopped her cold. And it was always accompanied by pain as she faced the memory of losing Allison. “No,” she whispered, trying to speak normally. “Our daughter died shortly after she was born.”

“I’m so sorry.” Rachel placed a comforting hand on Cecilia’s shoulder and squeezed gently.

Not wanting the other woman to think she’d taken offense, Cecilia offered her a reassuring smile. “You didn’t know. It’s a question I get asked often enough. You’d think I’d have a standard response by now. I should.” Except Cecilia didn’t know what that response should be. “It’d be easier to tell everyone this is our first baby, I suppose,” she said, thinking out loud, “but I can’t make myself do it. Allison was part of me and Ian, and I refuse to pretend she never lived.”

“You said exactly the right thing,” Rachel told her. She busied herself by turning on the water and leaning Cecilia back so that her neck rested in the curve of the shampoo bowl.

Rachel worked the shampoo into Cecilia’s wet hair with strong fingers, massaging her scalp. Her touch relaxed Cecilia as she lathered her hair, rinsed and then repeated the process.

By the time Rachel had washed out the cream rinse and placed a towel over her head, Cecilia had started to consider having her hair cut much shorter than she’d been wearing it. Over the years she’d had it styled a number of ways. Ian, however, preferred her hair shoulder-length, so that was how she kept it. Maybe she could have
two
inches cut off—make the change in increments.

“You have wonderful hair,” Rachel commented as she guided Cecilia back to her station.

“It must be the vitamins,” Cecilia said lightly. “The only times I’ve had hair and fingernails like this are when I’m pregnant.”

Rachel directed Cecilia into the chair. She combed out and sectioned her hair, twisting each section and securing it with a clip. “Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”

“Boy,” Cecilia said, smiling at the thought of her husband’s happiness when she’d told him what she’d learned. “The first ultrasound said a girl, but in the most recent one, the baby looked very much like a little boy. I know Ian will be thrilled with either—I will, too.” She rested her hand on her stomach, already loving this baby so much. She wanted the pregnancy to be perfect, her child to be healthy, and was doing everything she could to ensure that.

They chatted while Rachel expertly cut her hair, going a little shorter than Cecilia had originally requested. Her hair would just touch her shoulders. “Since you’re a first-time customer, can you tell me who referred you?” she asked, clipping away. “I like to thank the person who gave me the referral.”

“That might be difficult. My husband’s the one who suggested I make an appointment with you.”

“Really?” Rachel paused as if trying to recall which of her male customers was married to Cecilia.

“Apparently, my husband is a friend of a friend of yours,” Cecilia clarified. “I understand Ian and—I think Ian said his name’s Nate—are on the
George Washington
together.”

Excitement lit Rachel’s eyes. “Your husband’s in the Navy?”

Cecilia nodded.

“Did he have any news about Nate?” There was no disguising Rachel’s exhilaration now. “We write to each other, but the letters take so long, and I haven’t heard from him in over a week. Everything’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes…. The last I heard, everything was going well.”

“Oh, good.” Rachel smiled in obvious relief. “I’ve only known Nate for a few months,” she said.

“She paid good money for him, too.” This comment came from the dark-haired, slightly overweight woman in the station next to Rachel’s.

“Teri,” Rachel said, scowling at her friend.

“You…paid for him?” Cecilia asked, intrigued.

“In a manner of speaking, yes…”

She was about to continue when Teri cut her off. “She bought him at the Dog and Bachelor Auction in July.” Having said that, the other beautician turned back to her customer.

“Rach was the only one of us who plunked down her hard-earned cash for a man,” the beautician across from Rachel said. “The guys were out of my price league.”

“Mine, too,” Teri added.

“For that matter, he was out of mine,” Rachel told her.

“Then why did you bid on him?” Cecilia asked curiously. She remembered reading an article about the auction in
The Cedar Cove Chronicle
. The piece had stated that the Dog and Bachelor Auction was by far the most successful fund-raising activity ever put on by the Animal Shelter. Cecilia thought it was certainly innovative.

“I can’t say exactly what appealed to me about Nate,” Rachel confessed. “He was one of the last bachelors available and not a single one of us girls had bought one yet.” She paused. “Although a girlfriend of mine did get a dog.”

“We all had high hopes for this event,” Teri said. “We went thinking this might be a good way to meet men.”

“And we wanted to support the shelter,” another girl chimed in. “We’re all big animal-lovers here.”

“It seems to be working out for Rach,” a young woman with spiked hair said.

“I don’t mind admitting it was the best money I’ve spent in ages,” Rachel agreed.

“Yeah?” Teri placed one hand on her hip. “Then why are you still dating Bruce Payton?”

“We
aren’t
dating,” Rachel insisted, lowering her voice. “We really aren’t,” she told Cecilia. “Bruce is a widower and we sort of keep each other company now and then.”

“Jolene wants you to be her mom.” Teri said this in a singsong voice as if she were forecasting trouble.

Rachel exhaled slowly. “I know, and that’s a problem.”

Confused, Cecilia glanced from one woman to the other. “Jolene is Bruce’s daughter?”

“Yes.” Rachel nodded. “She misses her mother. I try to do girl things with her. Bruce appreciates that, and Jolene and I have gotten to be close in the last couple of years.”

“But you’re interested in Nate?” Cecilia wanted to be clear on that.

“Very much.” Rachel didn’t bother to disguise her feelings for him.

“I gather he feels the same way about you,” Cecilia was happy to report. “Like I said, my husband suggested I get in touch with you.”

“That’s great.” Happiness radiated from her eyes.

“Um…does Nate know you’re seeing Bruce?”

“Yes—no, but Bruce and I aren’t actually seeing each other in the dating sense. We just do things together, mainly for the company. And for Jolene. There’s nothing romantic between us.” She hesitated for a moment. “At least on my end.”

“And Bruce?”

“I can’t speak for him, but…sometimes I think he’d like the relationship to be more than it is. Please understand, I don’t encourage him,” Rachel said, looking a bit uncomfort
able to be saying even this much. “I haven’t said anything to Nate about Bruce, because—well, because it just isn’t important enough to mention.”

Cecilia understood perfectly. She believed in honesty between husband and wife, but there were some things best left unsaid. Some things that were just too hard to explain. Especially when communication was limited.

“I felt terrible when I missed a phone call from Nate. I was with Jolene and had my cell turned off. We must’ve been in the movie theater and then I got a message that he’d called. I was sick about that. Apparently he only got one chance and he wasted his.” Rachel’s disappointment echoed in each word.

“Ian said you don’t have a computer.”

“I don’t,” Rachel said. “In fact, I’m a real dunce when it comes to anything technological.”

“I’d be willing to help you learn,” Cecilia offered. “Ian asked me to get you up and running. The request is actually from Nate because he wants to talk to you on-line. Once you’re familiar with how it works, you can use one of the computers at the library. That’s what Ian and I did until we could afford our own. You’d be surprised how easy it is.”

Rachel beamed. “Thank you—I really appreciate this. By the way…did your husband mention that I’m a few years older than Nate?”

“No, but it didn’t sound as if Nate cared.”

“No, I guess he doesn’t. I think about it sometimes and then I remember—”

“What she remembers,” Teri inserted, “is that Nate is one hell of a kisser.”

Cecilia watched as Rachel’s face grew pink. “This is the problem when you work with a group of women,” she muttered, glaring across her station at Teri. “They don’t know the meaning of the word
discretion.
”

Teri laughed outright. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rachel blush before—except when she told us about the night she and Nate sat on the beach until the wee hours of the morning.”

“Nate was leaving that day,” Rachel added for Cecilia’s benefit.

Cecilia understood the need to be close for as long as possible. It happened with her and Ian every time he was due to ship out.

“There are a few of us Navy wives who have a small support group. You’d be welcome to stop by the next evening we meet.”

“I would, but I’m not a Navy wife.”

“But you could be,” Teri said.

“We’d love to have you,” Cecilia assured Rachel. “I’ll let you know when we’re planning to get together. Why don’t you come to my apartment first so I can show you how to send Nate an e-mail.”

“Thank you,” Rachel whispered. “I’m thrilled about this.”

Cecilia felt good about it herself. Not only that, her hair looked beautiful—smooth and glossy—and when she went to pay, Rachel told her it was on the house.