6 Rainier Drive

Maryellen laughed. “And who’s got that whole plate?”

Jon chuckled. “Point well-taken.” He sat down, relaxing in the wooden deck chair, and looked out over the view. Vashon Island was visible in the distance and so was the distinctive shape of Mount Rainier.

Legs stretched out before him, Jon slipped his arm around her shoulders. Maryellen savored the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

“I know this has been a difficult pregnancy for you,” he began. “I’m glad it’s almost over.”

“It has been hard in some ways, and in others it’s been…wonderful.”

Jon seemed taken aback by her comment. “Wonderful? How?”

“It’s brought us together.”

“True,” he agreed.

“I don’t know if I ever would’ve had the courage to leave the gallery. Everyone relied on me, and it was so easy to put off giving my notice. Then all of a sudden I didn’t have any choice.”

“I’d like you to be home with our babies.”

“It’s where I want to be—and with you, too.” Her love for Jon seemed tangible and strong.

Jon reached for a second brownie as Katie sat contentedly at his feet. “Once when I was in junior high, I ate a plate of these on my own.”

“I know. Ellen told me about it.” She’d mentioned his stepmother without thinking and felt him stiffen.

Jon stared suspiciously at the one in his hand. “She didn’t bake these, did she?”

Reluctantly Maryellen nodded.

Jon threw the brownie back on the plate as if it had lost its taste. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Set me up like that. What did you and Ellen do, sit around all afternoon making plans to break down my defenses? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?”

“Jon, stop it,” she snapped. He’d ruined a very pleasant interlude. “We did nothing of the sort.”

She could tell by his lack of response that he didn’t believe her. “I’m going upstairs to change,” he muttered, taking the brownies and walking into the kitchen through the open French doors.

It seemed so hopeless, Maryellen thought sadly. He refused to bend on this matter, refused to forgive his parents or accept their remorse.

A few minutes later, Jon was back, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. “I think I’ll mow the lawn,” he said as though nothing had happened.

Maryellen hoped physical labor would improve his mood. “Good idea,” she said curtly.

All at once Katie let out a cry and Jon rushed into the kitchen, Maryellen following at a slower pace. She discovered her daughter pulling the brownies out of the garbage can where Jon had tossed them.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Jon tried to tell her.

“Grammy,” Katie cried, kicking and screaming on the floor. “I hate you. I want my Grammy.”

Jon looked at Maryellen for help, but she didn’t know what to tell him. His thoughtless act had broken their daughter’s heart.

Twenty-One

Since she’d been on her feet all morning, Teri welcomed a break before her next client showed up. Sitting in her own cubicle chair, with her back to the mirror, she ate hot, salty French fries and sipped a diet soda. One of the other girls had picked up some takeout for lunch, and Teri had ordered her ultimate comfort food. The drink was a concession to calorie cutting.

Rachel finished with her nail client, then joined Teri in the adjacent cubicle. “You’ve been quiet all morning,” she said. “That’s not like you.”

Teri shrugged. She’d been feeling depressed for the last few days and didn’t want to talk about it. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Bobby Polgar since he’d rolled into Cedar Cove in that stretch limo with his driver, James. Apparently Bobby had never learned to drive. He’d come to see her again, and after that, he’d been calling her every day.

“Is it Bobby Polgar?” Rachel asked, keeping her voice low so as not to attract attention from the other girls or their clients.

Teri nearly dropped her Diet Coke. “How’d you know?”

Rachel’s smile was shrewd. “How many years have we worked together?” She didn’t wait for a response. “In all that time, I’ve never seen you this…subdued.”

“He calls me every night.” The crazy part was that Bobby phoned at exactly seven, Pacific Daylight Time, regardless of where he was. Not one minute before or one minute after, always precisely at seven. The man got around, too. Just last week he’d been in China and the week before that he’d been somewhere in Europe. Prague, if she recalled correctly. His home was in New York City, although she doubted he was there even twenty percent of the time. He always seemed to be on the road. She hadn’t figured out what he did in all those exotic locations once the chess match was over. When he called, he asked her ordinary questions about her day. To be fair, she asked him pretty much the same kind of thing. Mostly she wanted to know where he was calling from. If he was in his hotel at the time, he’d describe whatever he could see from his window. He told her about his chess matches in terms that were light years beyond her understanding. She told him about her customers and how many color jobs, perms or haircuts she’d worked on, the conversations she’d had and what she was reading.

“You like him, don’t you?” Rachel asked, peeling a banana and taking a bite.

“No!” Teri declared.

“You don’t?”

“I’ve been waiting all my life to fall in love,” Teri muttered, and it was true. Rachel knew about all the losers Teri had been involved with through the years. After she’d graduated from beauty school, she’d been too stupid to know any better. She seemed to learn life’s lessons the hard way. Once a guy had emptied her entire bank account, and she’d had no one to blame but herself. She’d actually given him her ATM card and her PIN number! Given it to him because he needed twenty bucks and she had a perm going and couldn’t leave. Talk about stupid. Only it wasn’t twenty bucks he’d walked away with. Instead he’d taken the maximum amount, which happened to be exactly what she’d had in her savings.

Then there was Ray. She’d made the mistake of letting him move in with her. It was only until he got a few things straightened out financially, he’d claimed, and then they’d be married. What a joke. Within a week he’d “lost” his job, and she found herself supporting him. It took six months and a sheriff’s deputy to get him out of her apartment.

Her history with men was abysmal. Her judgment was bad, just like her mother’s. Teri no longer trusted herself when it came to men, and she didn’t understand why Bobby Polgar seemed to be so fascinated with her.

“I told him not to phone me again,” she said. She’d come to look forward to those ridiculous phone calls from Bobby, but she had absolutely nothing in common with him.

“Has he called since?”

“No.” For two nights Teri had sat by the phone, waiting. Hoping he’d call despite her demand. Wishing he would.

“Oh, Teri,” Rachel said, with a resigned sigh. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?”

“Damn straight I am!”

“And yet you were the first person who told me I shouldn’t let the fact that Nate’s father is a congressman keep me from loving Nate.”

“It’s different with you,” Teri argued. “You’re much smarter than me. You never let a loser move in with you and suck you dry.”

“That doesn’t make me smart.”

Teri snorted softly. “It does in my book.” She didn’t mention her mother. Rachel’s mother had died when she was young and she’d been raised by an aunt. Teri’s mother had married four or five times. Maybe it was six; Teri had lost count. She had a couple of siblings she’d practically raised herself. Her half sister, Christie, was married to a drunk and going through a divorce.

Her half brother, Johnny, was seven years younger and in college, and he was staying there if she had anything to say about it. She helped him with tuition and routinely checked on him to be sure he was studying and his marks were good. That kid was graduating and doing something decent with his life if she had to kill him to make it happen.

“I don’t know what Bobby sees in me anyway,” she said, and popped another French fry in her mouth. She barely had a high-school education. Okay, a GED, but she was top of her class in beauty school. In the looks department, she was all right, she supposed. Average attractive. Her hair color changed depending on her mood. Currently it was black and short, but she was thinking about bleaching it.

“I know why Bobby likes you,” Rachel said. “You’re a breath of fresh air to him, and you’re different from everyone else he knows.” She grinned. “He’s probably never met anyone like you.”

“I don’t even play chess,” Teri muttered.

“That makes you all the more attractive to him. Chess is his entire life. It’s all he knows. You’ve opened up a whole new world to him. Plus, you’re fun and sassy, and he doesn’t intimidate you like he does everyone else.”

Again and again Teri had examined her memories of that Saturday in Seattle, when she’d bullied her way in to see Bobby and cut his hair. She’d done crazy stuff before, but this was a new high—or maybe a new low. Even after analyzing the incident to death, Teri still couldn’t explain what had driven her to do it. Now she was paying the price and as with every other relationship in her life, the price was too high. She was falling in love with this geek and it wouldn’t work. Not in a million years.

“Anytime you want to talk,” Rachel said, standing up, “I’m available. Just remember the advice you gave me about Nate.”

Sharing her problems wasn’t something Teri did often. She was closer to Rachel than practically anyone, but talking about Bobby, even with the person she considered her best friend, was difficult.

“Thanks,” she said, dumping the rest of her fries in the garbage. Anyway, there was nothing more to say about Bobby, since she hadn’t heard from him in two days. Painful as it was, she’d made her point; he wouldn’t call her again.

Nevertheless, Teri was sitting by the phone that evening, just in case Bobby had a change of heart. At exactly seven, her doorbell rang. Irritated, she grabbed her portable phone and carried it to the door.

There, standing directly in front of her, holding a huge arrangement of bright red roses, was the ever-courteous James. The vase probably weighed more than he did. “Good evening, Miss Teri,” he intoned.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Would you mind opening the door a little wider so I can bring these in?” James asked breathlessly.

Teri unlatched the screen door but she wasn’t letting him inside her home. No way. “I’ll take them,” she insisted, placing the phone on her small hallway table. She accepted the display from him and instantly regretted it. The vase had to weigh a good fifty pounds. She lugged it over to the coffee table and set it down, sloshing water as she did. “How many roses are there?” she asked, utterly astonished.