The Chesapeake Diaries Series 7-Book Bundle: Coming HOme, Home Again, Almost Home, Hometown Girl, Home for the Summer, The Long Way Home, At the River's Edge (149 page)

Jesse had taken off his sport jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.

“Here.” Brooke handed him a measuring cup. “Measure three cups of flour into this bowl. I’m going to run upstairs and see Logan and change into something else.”

“Do you have to? That dress really is something.”

“It will be something very messy if I don’t get out of it now. And I’ll need a few minutes to tuck in Logan.”

“No need to, dear.” Hannah came into the kitchen through the back door. “I just dropped him off at Cody’s. It seems some big producer friend of Dallas’s sent them a preview video of some upcoming movie that all the kids are talking about. Cody called right after you left and wanted Logan to come over to watch it with him and stay over. Dallas said she’ll get the boys to soccer in the morning, so he took his uniform with him.” She paused in the doorway leading to the hall. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Mind? No, of course I don’t mind.” Brooke smiled. “Thanks, Mom.”

“I’m turning in early myself,” Hannah continued. “I spent all day moving furniture around in my new house. I’m exhausted. Oh, and Clay and Jason went down to Captain Walt’s. God only knows when they’ll be back.”

Hannah blew Brooke a kiss, then headed for the stairs.

Brooke turned and looked at Jesse.

“We could probably bake just as well at my house as we could here, don’t you think?” he asked.

“We’d have to pack up a lot of stuff.” She looked around the kitchen at everything she’d already pulled out.

“It would be worth it.” He came up behind her and kissed her neck.

“What happened to ‘Brooke, it’s all right if you can’t stay tonight. I’m happy just to be with you’?”

“Oh, that. I was rationalizing.” He hastened to add, “Not that I wouldn’t be happy to just stay here and bake. That would be fine, too. Really. It’s up to you. Whatever you decide is all right with me. It’s sort of either-or as far as I’m concerned.”

“You are
so
not a good liar.” Brooke laughed.

“Look, you have to do the baking, it’s your job, right?”

“Right.” She sighed. She had commitments to fill, some of which had to be dropped off before seven the next morning.

“So we’ll do the baking here. We’ll pack up the cupcakes and whatever you need for the frostings and we’ll take it to my place. At which time we’ll take a little break, maybe, oh, nap a little or something, and then we’ll do the frosting thing.” Jesse put his arms around her. “What do you say? Sound like a plan?”

“Sounds like win-win. I like it.” She nodded. “I’m going to go upstairs and change and then we’ll get to work.”

She ran halfway up the steps, then stopped and turned back. “Thanks, Jesse. I do need to get this baking finished. There’s no way tomorrow could come and I’d not be able to deliver what I promised to my customers.”

Jesse walked to the bottom of the steps. “There’s no way I’d want you to jeopardize what you’re working
so hard to build. It’s all good, Brooke. Go on and change.”

“Thanks, Jess.” She started back up the steps.

“Bring clothes for tomorrow,” he called up after her. “And tell Hannah not to wait up …”

Jesse had liked the apple-maple-walnut cupcakes they’d made on Friday night so much that he requested that Brooke add those to the list of cupcakes she was making for his grandfather’s birthday party.

“And maybe something pumpkin-y,” he’d said. “I know he likes pumpkin. And pecans. Do you have a recipe for something with pecans and pumpkin?”

“I have recipes for just about every flavor you can think of and some you haven’t,” she’d told him.

“Great. Pop likes variety.”

“Pop likes variety,” Brooke muttered to herself as she looked over the final list on Thursday morning. Jesse’s final count for the party was over one hundred guests. He still hadn’t heard from his half siblings, but she didn’t see any sign that he was any more worried about that than he had been the week before.

“If they come, they come,” he’d told her when he called to give her what he thought might be the final head count. “And maybe if not this time, maybe some other time they’ll want to get in touch. This time isn’t about me. It’s about our grandfather, and they’ll either show up to honor him or they won’t.”

Brooke figured a guest list that size was good for two cupcakes per person, but she was throwing in an extra few dozen just in case. She would hate for the desserts to run out, although there would be ice cream, she reminded herself. In addition to the cupcakes, she planned to make her usual chocolate-covered strawberries and truffles. Some of the cupcakes would be on tall cake stands, some on wire cupcake displays, some on shorter cake plates, others on round or rectangular silver trays. Besides the strawberries and handmade truffles, she’d add some sugared fruit to decorate the trays. She worked all day Thursday and all day Friday and both nights as well, and took off only for Logan’s Saturday-morning soccer game.

“How’s it look?” Jesse asked her after the game.

“It’s all coming together.” She nodded.

“Want me to come over and help you transport the cupcakes?”

“My mom’s going to be driving her own car, and Clay will probably bring his, too, so they can take some of the boxes. I think we’ll be okay. Let me worry about the cupcakes. You have other things to do,” she reminded him. “Olivia promised to have the flowers there by five. And don’t forget about the balloons. They’ll be ready for you to pick up anytime after two on Saturday afternoon.”

“Remind me again what I’m doing with the balloons?”

“You’re going to be tying them to the sandbags that will be in the room when you get there. When I placed the order, I told them to make sure that the strings attached to the balloons were really long. You want
them to sort of float above the crowd. And you’re going to save a bunch of them to tie onto the back of your grandfather’s chair.”

“Okay. Right. Float above the crowd. Tie to the back of a chair. Got it.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took off for the parking lot.

Brooke couldn’t help but smile. She knew that Jesse was so into this party because he wanted everything to be just right for his grandfather. Especially since Violet had mentioned that Curtis hadn’t really celebrated a birthday since his wife died. Rose had always made a big fuss over every family milestone, Violet had noted, but after she passed away, no one had stepped forward to pick up that torch.

“Nice of your boyfriend to invite me to his party.” Jason sauntered over from the bench where he’d been helping Logan unknot the laces of his soccer shoes.

“Yeah, well, he’s a pretty nice guy,” Brooke replied.

“Everyone seems to think so.”

“Everyone is right.” Brooke picked up her bag where she’d tossed it onto the ground when Logan had made a run toward the goal.

“I’m sorry,” she heard Jason say.

“Excuse me?” She turned around.

“I said, I’m sorry. For being such a jerk where”—Jason nodded in Jesse’s direction—“he’s concerned. I know I said it before, but it bears repeating. I was out of line.”

“Thanks, Jason. I appreciate that.”

“Besides, it’s none of my business what you do with your life.” He cleared his throat. “That is, you do have a life. You ought to be living it. With someone.” He took a deep breath. “Maybe even him.”

“I very much appreciate that. Let me tell you this about Jesse so you can maybe understand one of the reasons I think he’s so special.” She swung the bag over her shoulder and lowered her sunglasses onto her face. “He’s the only guy I’ve gone out with since Eric died who seemed to understand that I’ll always carry something of Eric inside me—and he doesn’t feel threatened by it.”

Jason nodded. “Like I said, I heard he was a nice guy.”

“Hey, Uncle Jason!” Logan called. “We’re going to Scoop! Come on!”

“Be right there, buddy.” Jason took a few steps, then stopped and said, “I hope you don’t mind that I’m still around. Logan’s all the family I have now, and I want to get to know him a little more before I take off.”

“No, he isn’t your only family,” Brooke corrected. “He may be your only blood relative, but you have me, and my mom and Clay. We’re still your family, Jace. You might want to think about that when you’re deciding what to do and where to go. You don’t have to be a lone wolf, pal. You do have family here.”

“Thanks, Brooke. That means a lot to me. I haven’t decided yet where I’ll go. I do want to stay in landscaping, but—”

“Uncle Jason! They’re leaving without us!” Logan was starting to panic at the thought of being left behind.

To Jason, Brooke said, “Better catch up.” To Logan, she called, “Have fun, guys,” and waved. She wanted to blow a kiss, but had been chastised before for such
public displays of motherly affection, especially where one of her son’s athletic teams was concerned.

Brooke turned up the collar of her jacket against the brisk November breeze and hurried to her car. She had a lot of cupcakes to frost and decorate between now and six o’clock when she’d promised Jesse she’d be at Lola’s to help with any last minute details. It was important to him, and so, she realized, it was important to her.

By four thirty, the cupcakes were all frosted and decorated with chopped nuts, coconut, sparkly colored sugar, tiny fondant apples, or cornucopias from which spilled tinier pieces of fruit. Brooke took a shower, which revived her, and slipped into a dress she hadn’t remembered she had but was just right for a party such as this one—a dark red sheath with long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. She paused at her jewelry box before deciding on dangling silver earrings and a ruby ring that had been her grandmother’s that she wore on her right ring finger. She’d eyed a string of pearls that Eric had given her on their first anniversary, but put them back into their box, not sure she’d ever wear them again. Maybe she’d keep them to pass on to Logan’s bride someday.

Brooke pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and went into the bathroom to put on makeup. She usually didn’t wear all that much, but tonight was special and she wanted to wow everyone as much as possible. Jesse’s family would be there—his sister Sophie had planned to arrive that afternoon—and she wanted to look her best. She grabbed shoes out of the closet
and slid into them as she hurried down the stairs. At Clay’s suggestion and with his help, they loaded the cupcakes into the cupcake van and he drove it to Lola’s back door. They carried boxes up the stairs, where they were unpacked and the cupcakes put on display before Clay returned to the farm to change and pick up Jason. Brooke fussed a bit with their presentation as the first guests started to arrive, Jesse and a pretty dark-haired young woman being the first to be led up the stairs by the hostess, whom Brooke was introduced to as Lola’s grandniece, also named Lola.

“Olivia’s flowers are gorgeous, and you did a fantastic job with the balloons, Jess,” Brooke told him.

“It didn’t look quite this good when I finished, but my sister was on hand to straighten it all out,” he confided. “Come meet Sophie …”

Jesse took Brooke by the hand and introduced her to the pretty girl with the sharply angled dark hair.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Sophie told Brooke. “I could have picked you out in a crowd anywhere, I think. Jesse described you perfectly.”

“Oh?” Brooke raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jesse.

“It was all good,” he assured her.

“Absolutely all good.” Sophie nodded. “Now, Jess tells me you’re a phenomenal baker and a single mother and you’re finishing up your bachelor’s. Tell me how you balance everything because I swear, I have trouble looking after myself some weeks when my job gets crazy …”

Brooke and Sophie chatted until guests began to fill the room and Brooke found herself stopping every
second sentence to introduce Sophie to another arrival.

“We’ll finish our conversation later,” Brooke promised Sophie. “I want to hear what it’s like to be a criminal prosecutor …”

At six thirty, Jesse left to pick up Curtis, who had been led to believe he was having a nice quiet dinner with his grandson again this weekend.

By six forty-five, all the guests who’d accepted Jesse’s invitation had filed into the room at the top of the stairs—all except for Jesse and Sophie’s three half siblings. It was almost time for Curtis to arrive. Brooke noticed that Sophie couldn’t stop checking her watch for the time.

“It’s only about a minute past the last time you looked,” she whispered in Sophie’s ear. “Don’t worry. Jesse will get him here on time. Besides, everyone’s here, so you don’t have to be concerned that your grandfather will run into anyone downstairs and have the surprise ruined.”

“I’m not worried about Jesse getting Pop here. It’s the others.” Sophie frowned. “The other Enright kids. Jesse insisted on inviting them. I thought it was a bad idea from the get-go but he really wanted them to know it was Pop’s birthday and that they were welcome. Now they’re not going to show and he’s going to be crushed.”

“Jesse won’t be crushed,” Brooke assured her. “He’ll be disappointed in them, but he won’t be crushed. He knows this isn’t about him. It’s about your grandfather.”

“He said that?”

Brooke nodded. “He’ll be okay with whatever happens.
I think the only thing he’s worried about where they’re concerned is how your grandfather will react if they do show.”

“It could get interesting, either way,” Sophie agreed. “I guess we’ll know pretty soon how it’s going to play out.”

“Shhhh,” someone said. “I think they’re here.”

The crowd went silent and gathered to the left of the stairs where they wouldn’t be immediately noticed. From the stairwell they could hear the hostess explaining to Curtis why they had to be seated upstairs instead of on the first floor.

“… decided to open up the second floor for dining because there’s such a beautiful view of the Bay from those big windows,” young Lola was saying.

“It’s dark out,” Curtis was heard to remind her. “You can’t see a damned thing.”

Giggles were muffled as the three pairs of footsteps drew near.

“Well, you can see the lights from the marina,” Lola was saying. “Besides, we have several large parties of diners tonight who reserved almost every table downstairs.”