6 Rainier Drive (5 page)

W
ith the
Cedar Cove Chronicle
folded to the classifieds, Cecilia read through the listing for rental houses one more time. Other navy couples had warned them that it was next to impossible to rent in a middle-class neighborhood without including the wife's income. Cecilia and Ian didn't want to do that. They'd never be able to save for a house if most of their monthly pay went into rent. They wanted a home of their own, especially now that they had Aaron.

“The house is at 204 Rosewood Lane,” Cecilia said as Ian drove. She turned to check on Aaron, who was sleeping peacefully in his carrier in the backseat.

“Don't get your hopes up,” Ian warned.

“It's too late—they already are.” Cecilia so badly wanted this to work out. Her parents had divorced
when she was young and from that time forward, Cecilia and her mother had lived in apartments. She'd always dreamed of one day having a home with a yard and a garden and a real neighborhood. Ian had grown up in a house, and living in one again didn't mean nearly as much to him as it did her. He was willing to wait until they could afford their own.

She'd phoned about several possible places, and the one on Rosewood Lane was represented by an agent. Judy Flint, who worked for Cedar Cove Real Estate, was meeting them at the house.

He drove onto Rosewood Lane and Cecilia immediately liked the area. The street was lined with elm trees already in leaf and there were tulips and daffodils in front of almost every house. This was the kind of neighborhood where children rode their bicycles in the street, and the sidewalk was used for jump rope and other kid games. She saw a white picket fence and held her breath, hoping that 204 was the house number there.

It was.

“Oh, Ian,
look!
” she cried, breathless with excitement. “It's perfect.” In fact, it was even better than she'd dreamed. It was a white, two-story house with a large dormer over the front porch. Although this was clearly an older home, that didn't bother Cecilia and if anything, made its appeal stronger. She especially liked the wide porch and brick columns.

“It's all right, I guess,” Ian said as he parked the car by the curb.

Cecilia playfully slapped his arm. “You like it, too.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Looks like a good family home.”

He'd hardly put the vehicle in park when she unfastened the seat belt and climbed out. Judy Flint, the agent, was waiting at the front door, and the owners were due to show up later, if warranted. It seemed a bit unusual, but they'd requested a meeting with any potential renters.

Ian extracted the baby carrier from the backseat and carried a napping Aaron onto the porch with him.

“Aren't you adorable?” The agent smiled at the baby. “I see you're right on time,” she told Ian and Cecilia in a friendly voice, still smiling at Aaron.

Cecilia had been ready an hour early and the wait had seemed interminable.

“I think my wife wants to rent it sight unseen, but I'd like a tour,” Ian said, teasing Cecilia.

“Step inside,” Judy invited as she held open the screen door.

Gazing all around, Cecilia walked into the house. Even without furniture, the living room had a sense of warmth that came from the brick fireplace, polished oak floors and off-white walls. It was easy
to imagine what this place would look like filled with their things.

She was still examining the living room when Ian called from the kitchen.

“It's a little small in here.”

“I'll be there in a minute,” Cecilia called back. She was studying the fireplace with its built-in bookcases on each side. This was the perfect location for a rocking chair, where she could nurse Aaron, read, daydream….

Ian returned to the living room. “Remember this is the first house we've seen. We've only started to look. There are plenty of other rentals on our list.”

“I'll remember,” she promised, but Cecilia had made up her mind. This was it. All she had to do now was convince her husband. If they delayed, someone else would quickly snatch it up.

Ian disappeared, and a few minutes later she heard him say, “I'm going to check out the garage.” Apparently he'd already been through the ground floor and she had yet to move beyond the living room.

Taking in every detail, Cecilia made her way into the kitchen. Ian was right; the area was smaller than she would've liked but it was adequate. She noticed that the back door had a doggie entrance. Perhaps they could get a dog sometime, she thought dreamily. A compact laundry room off the kitchen
led to a hallway. She followed that and came to the larger of the two bedrooms. The master bedroom was painted a soft shade of yellow that looked fresh and new. The closet was small but again adequate.

“There are two other bedrooms upstairs,” Judy, the agent, told her. “Four bedrooms in all.”

“Four bedrooms,” Cecilia repeated. It felt like a mansion.

“The basement is unfinished.”

“It has a basement, too?”

“The owner didn't use it for anything other than storage.”

Ian bounced back into the house and the instant he did, Cecilia could tell he was happy. “The garage is great! Want to come see?”

“Sure.” Cecilia exchanged a smile with Judy Flint. Men and their garages. She trailed him outside and into the detached garage. Judy went with them and highlighted a number of features. There was plenty of room for Ian to work on his car, while leaving space for storage.

“I do want to remind you that this is the first house we've seen,” Cecilia teased, throwing his own words back at him. “So don't get too excited.”

“This is the best home I have available in your price range,” Judy inserted.

Ian's eyes held Cecilia's. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I think we'd be foolish to let this opportunity pass us by.”

Ian reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Would you like me to contact the owners?” Judy Flint asked.

Ian responded with an enthusiastic nod.

The agent walked outside, and Cecilia watched as she opened her cell phone.

“It's everything I'd hoped for,” Cecilia whispered. “Everything.”

“Four bedrooms is a lot for just the three of us.”

“There'll be other babies,” Cecilia said. “We could fill those bedrooms in no time.”

Ian's eyebrows shot up and Cecilia giggled.

She was so happy she could barely contain herself and she could see Ian was just as pleased.

She thought he might have kissed her right then, except that the agent returned. “The owners are in town and they'll be here in about ten minutes.”

As Cecilia and Ian finished exploring the rest of the house, including the two upstairs bedrooms, she noticed that another car had parked out front. An older gentleman, wearing a large cowboy hat and boots, and a middle-aged woman started up the walkway toward the house.

Judy Flint opened the front door for them and introduced Grace and Cliff Harding. Cecilia smiled
shyly at the other couple. When Aaron began to fuss, she lifted him from the carrier and held him against her shoulder.

“I know it's unusual for the owners to ask for a meeting with potential renters,” Grace said.

“We don't mind,” Cecilia assured her. She recognized Grace from the library. Before she had her own computer, Cecilia had made several trips to use the ones in the library whenever Ian was at sea, so she remembered Grace, who'd been helpful and friendly. “We like your home very much and we'll take the very best care of it.”

The older gentleman put his arm around his wife. “Grace and her family lived here for over thirty years and she wants to be sure it's in good hands.”

“It will be,” Cecilia promised her. She understood why Grace would want to interview anyone who might be renting her house. It must be hard to let strangers move into a place that you'd lived in for much of your life. And yet Cecilia understood why she was willing to walk away from her home of thirty years. Cliff Harding cherished her. She saw it in the way he touched his wife, the way he looked at her.

“You're in the navy?” Cliff Harding asked Ian.

Ian nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“So you could be transferred,” Grace said, glancing at her husband. She seemed a little unsure.

“We could.” Cecilia's heart would break if they had to leave Cedar Cove but she'd go wherever Ian was assigned.

“Ms. Harding is asking for a one-year lease,” Judy explained.

Ian paused. “That could be a problem,” he said. “There've been a few rumors about the
John F. Reynolds
being transferred to San Diego. That might not mean anything, but then again, it could.” He'd mentioned this to Ceclia earlier, and she could only hope the rumors came to nothing.

“Would you consider a lease-to-own option?” she asked. She should've talked this over with Ian first and wished she had, but if that
was
an option, she wanted to know.

Again Grace looked at her husband. “I…don't know. I'd like some time to think that over.”

“Sure… Ian and I aren't even sure we could afford to own a house this big.”

“We'll discuss all of that later.” Ian gestured around him. “As my wife said, we'd take care of your home the same way you have,” he told Grace. “But if you need a one-year lease, we won't be able to sign it.”

Cecilia held her breath while she waited for Grace's response.

“Should we look elsewhere?” Ian pressed.

After the briefest of hesitations, Cliff Harding
shrugged and seemed to leave the matter up to Grace.

Cecilia wasn't sure what else to say, so she asked, “Is there space to plant a garden?”

“Oh, yes, I've always had a garden—roses and bulb flowers and perennials. Pretty well everything should be coming up, but there's certainly room for more. And the yard gets plenty of afternoon sun.”

“I've always wanted a garden,” Cecilia confessed. She patted Aaron's back gently and soon the baby was sleeping contentedly on her shoulder.

Together the four of them walked around the house, while Judy waited inside. Ian and Mr. Harding were deep in conversation, and Cecilia had some questions for Grace, as well.

“I do hope you'll agree to rent to us even without a lease,” Cecilia said when they'd finished.

Grace smiled at her husband and nodded. “My hope was that this home would go to a family just like you. This neighborhood's a good place for a family and you'll fit right in.”

For a moment, Cecilia thought she might cry. “Thank you both so much.”

“Hey,” Mr. Harding said, raising his hands. “This is strictly Grace's decision.”

Judy Flint rejoined them then. “I'll get the paperwork going right away,” she announced. “Are you prepared to write me a check this afternoon?”

“Sure am.” Ian removed his checkbook from his hip pocket.

“When could we move in?” Cecilia asked, and had trouble keeping the excitement out of her voice.

The Realtor turned to Grace, who smiled. “As far as I'm concerned, once the paperwork's signed, you have my blessing.”

“Thank you,” Cecilia said over and over. “Oh, thank you.” She couldn't stop smiling.

L
innette McAfee had been looking forward to this afternoon with Cal all week. Because of her work as a physician assistant at the Cedar Cove Medical Center, her days off rotated. Fortunately, Cal's job with Cliff Harding allowed him to adjust his work schedule to hers. If not for such an understanding employer, Cal and Linnette might never have found a chance to be together.

Linnette's mother, Corrie, had purchased a date for her with Cal at the Dog and Bachelor Auction, a charity event for the local animal shelter. For more money than Linnette could believe, her mother had set her up with Cal Washburn and at the same time purchased a senior Australian shepherd for her brother, Mack. Both gifts had worked out exceptionally well. Lucky had become her brother's constant companion, and Linnette—well, she'd fallen in love
with Cal. That wasn't how she'd felt about him in the beginning, however.

All she'd known about Cal Washburn was that he was a horse trainer and that he talked with a mild stutter. Besides, she'd had her sights set on Dr. Chad Timmons. Chad, however, wasn't interested, despite Linnette's continued attempts to attract him.

Her mother had pestered her to go out with Cal, and Linnette had finally capitulated. To her surprise, she'd enjoyed herself. When he'd asked her out again and kissed her, Linnette was even more surprised. She hadn't expected to enjoy his company, much less his kisses.

And so their courtship had begun.
Courtship
was an old-fashioned word and that suited Linnette, because she considered herself an old-fashioned woman. Cal seemed to appreciate that about her. Their relationship moved slowly—which, she had to admit, she was starting to find a
tiny
bit frustrating—but she recognized that this was the kind of people they were. Cal's stutter made him rather shy, even with her.

Cal was waiting for her when Linnette pulled onto Cliff Harding's horse ranch in Olalla, about twenty minutes south of Cedar Cove. His welcoming smile made her smile, too. Linnette was thrilled by their feelings for each other, but she was also a little intimidated because of the physical attraction
between them. In her early twenties she'd been so intent on her medical studies, she'd never really had a serious relationship. Cal was the first.

“Hi,” she said, as she climbed out of her car. He was tall and lean, with deep blue eyes. Their color was so intense she was convinced she'd never seen any bluer.

“H-hi. Hello.” He didn't need to say any more for her to know he was glad to see her. He didn't need to speak for her to know how he felt. Almost before she was ready, he slid his arms around her waist and, after checking to be sure no one was watching, he pulled her close and kissed her with a hunger that sent her mind whirling into space.

When their kiss ended, she leaned her forehead against his chest and dragged in a deep breath. “You missed me, didn't you?”

“I—I d-did.”

“Cal,” she said. Because his kisses had such a powerful impact on her, she had to clear her throat. “Cal,” she said again. “I got your message and packed us a picnic lunch. What did you have in mind?”

“Y-you'll s-s-see.” He took her by the hand and led her into the barn, where he had two horses saddled and ready to ride.

Linnette hesitated. “Ah… Have I mentioned that I've never been on a horse?”

“Yes. D-d-don't worry.”

“I am worried,” she protested. “Okay, I
have
ridden before. I remember it now. When I was five years old, my dad let me ride a pony at the Puyallup Fair. I was terrified and he had to walk around the circle with me.”

Cal chuckled. “You'll be ok-kay. Sheba—” he pointed toward the brown horse “—is an older m-mare. V-very gentle.”

“Promise?” The horses Cal had chosen were a whole lot bigger than that pony had been. Although she might be projecting her own fears, the mare seemed to give her the once-over and then snorted as if to say Linnette would regret it the minute she climbed onto her back.

“Promise,” Cal assured her.

She figured Cal had a romantic interlude planned, and her nervousness was about to ruin everything. In an effort to buy time, she returned slowly to her car and retrieved two sack lunches from the passenger seat.

Cal walked with her and kept his hand on the base of her neck. “D-don't be afraid.”

“Afraid? I'm not afraid,” she lied. She thought she did a good job of it.

Cal seemed to believe her—or else he was equally good at pretending.

“So Sheba's mine?” she asked as he took the
sack lunches out of her hands and stored them in saddlebags on the larger of the two horses.

“Yup.” He gestured with his head toward the mare. “L-like I said, Sh-Sh-Sheba's gentle.”

“Gentle is good,” Linnette murmured as she walked around and stood in front of Sheba, allowing the mare to get a good look at her. Sheba nodded her head a couple of times, apparently acknowledging Linnette's presence. Maybe in Sheba's view, Cal had vouched for her, Linnette thought whimsically. Tentatively, Linnette raised her hand and petted the mare's dark muzzle.

With Cal's help she mounted. As soon as Linnette was in the saddle, Cal adjusted the stirrups and handed her the reins. She felt very high off the ground—and correspondingly vulnerable. A fall off this horse could cause her serious injury. And yet she didn't dare let Cal know how frightened she actually was.

After asking if she was comfortable, to which she nodded in response, Cal mounted the other horse, a chestnut gelding. He led the way out of the huge barn. Without needing any direction from Linnette, Sheba obediently followed Webster, Cal's horse.

Although it was barely noon, the sun was out and the day promised to be glorious. Cal had given her some basic instructions, but riding was awkward at
first. Linnette bounced and her teeth chattered until she learned to relax. Cal kept their gait slow and easy. When she felt confident enough to raise her head, she stared avidly at him, so handsome in the saddle, so natural. She remembered what she'd heard Cliff say once—he was a born horseman.

“Gloria?” Cal asked in that shorthand way of his.

He was asking about her sister, the one she'd only recently met. Her parents had fallen in love when they were both in college. Her mother was still a teenager when Gloria had been conceived—and then the romance had fallen apart. Disgraced and afraid, Corrie had moved back home with her family. Several months later, she'd had a baby girl and given her up for adoption. After the birth she'd returned to college. Without knowing about their child, Roy had sought out Corrie and they'd reunited. Only after they were engaged did Corrie tell him she'd had his baby. They'd agreed never to speak of the matter again, and they hadn't, until Gloria tracked them down.

Needless to say, it was a shock to discover she had a sister. Linnette had been astounded, overwhelmed, bewildered. At the same time, she was excited. She'd always wanted a sister and, unbeknownst to her, the woman who lived in the same apartment complex and had already become her friend was also her sister. The bond between them had grown steadily stronger.

“Gloria's fabulous,” Linnette told Cal. “We went out to dinner on Monday after work. The whole family's getting together for Easter, and Gloria will be joining us.” This would be a real test for their family, Linnette realized. She knew her parents loved Gloria and welcomed her into the family.

It wasn't the same, though, and Linnette recognized that, as did Gloria. Her adoptive parents had died in a plane crash and she had virtually no family left. She'd gone in search of her birth family for that very reason. Linnette's parents, Corrie and Roy, were trying to make up for lost time, trying to fill in the gaps, exchanging information with Gloria about her history and theirs.

Cal was watching her intently as she spoke.

“It isn't that we don't want her or don't love her,” Linnette went on to explain. “You know we do. What we don't have is a shared past. She had another mother and father who raised, loved and nurtured her, and they're her true family, her true parents.” Everyone, however—including Gloria—was determined to make an effort. This Easter would be their first holiday as a family.

The horses trotted in single file now as they entered the woods. Linnette followed Cal on a narrow path, which made conversation difficult. The scent of fir and ocean mist pervaded the morning air.

It was just as well that they couldn't continue
their conversation, Linnette decided. She had something important to discuss with Cal and had to figure out how best to approach it. She'd been doing a lot of thinking about his stuttering and wanted to tell him about the research she'd done on speech therapy. Yet she also wanted to make sure he understood that she loved him for the man he was.

After ten minutes or so, they emerged from the forest and onto a shore. Wavelets lapped against a pebble beach; the tide was in and sparkled in the sunlight.

“Oh, my goodness,” Linnette cried, astonished at how secluded this beach was. Mount Rainier, capped with snow, rose off in the distance. Puget Sound spread out before her like an emerald blanket, with Vashon Island so close it seemed she could easily swim over.

“Y-you like it?” Cal asked, his blue eyes clear and alive.

“I like it very much.”

Cal slid off his horse and then helped her down. He left both horses to roam while he set a blanket down on the beach and brought out their lunches. Leaning against a large driftwood log, they sat side by side to eat.

It was perhaps their most romantic date. When they finished their lunch, they stayed where they were, absorbing the beauty of the view. Cal slipped
his arm around her and every now and then they'd kiss. His kisses were soft, sweet, his mouth lingering on hers.

Linnette thought about what she wanted to say and almost lost her nerve. She was reluctant to mention anything that might destroy the tranquility of the moment.

“Can I ask you something?” she said after several minutes. “Something I've never asked before.”

“O-k-kay.”

“Have you had the stutter all your life?”

As she'd feared, Cal tensed.

“Cal,” she said, scrambling around. She knelt in front of him and cradled his face in her hands. “I have a reason for asking. Please don't take offense.”

His eyes delved into hers, as if to gauge how much he could trust her. She didn't flinch, didn't back down and held his look with her own, letting her love shine through her eyes.

“Always,” he said. “All m-my l-life.”

She rewarded him with a series of slow kisses. “Did you know that when we're kissing and touching, you don't stutter?”

He frowned briefly. “I don't?”

“Nope. When you're talking to the animals, you don't, either.” She'd observed this earlier and been struck by it.

Again he seemed unsure he should believe her.

“Have you ever been to a speech therapist?” she asked.

Resistance narrowed his gaze and he glanced away. “N-n-no.”

She turned his face back to her so he couldn't avoid meeting her eyes. “That's what I thought.” She took a deep breath. “There's an excellent therapist here in Kitsap County.” She'd investigated therapists in the region and checked out their credentials.

“Y-y-you w-w-w-want me to g-go?”

“That's entirely up to you,” she told him, ignoring the fact that his stutter had instantly become more pronounced, which seemed to happen as a reaction to stress. The gravel on the beach was cutting into her knees; still, she stayed where she was. “I'm just letting you know there's help if
you
want it.” She placed the emphasis on him. This was up to Cal, and whatever he decided was fine with her.

When he didn't respond right away, Linnette sat down beside him once again. Cal draped his arm around her shoulder and brought her against his side. She felt peaceful and calm in his embrace.

“W-would y-you go with m-me?”

“For the first visit, anyway—if that's what you want.”

Leaning over, Cal kissed the top of her head. “Y-you g-got on Sheba.”

He was telling her that although she was apprehensive about riding, Linnette had climbed into the saddle—and that he was willing to take a risk, too. He would see a therapist about his speech impediment, despite his intense need to protect his own privacy.

“I owe my mother a big debt of thanks,” Linnette whispered more to herself than to Cal.

“Oh?”

“She paid a lot of money at that auction so I could meet you, and now that I have, I think she got the bargain of the century.” She grinned. “What I really mean is that
I
did.”