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happiness?
The letter slid into the mailbox slot, and whether she was right or wrong remained undecided. Either way, it was too late.
Chapter Eight
T he Dog and Bachelor Auction had already generated a lot of interest in Cedar Cove. Grace Sherman displayed a large notice in the library and Janet had asked her to deliver posters to the businesses around town. Thursday afternoon, the first week of June, Grace dedicated her lunch hour to making sure the community had all the relevant details.
The Lighthouse restaurant was her first stop. She waited at the hostess’s desk for the young woman to return from seating a couple. Staring out the large windows she admired the view of the water and the Bremerton shipyard on the other side of the cove. Several people were in line ahead of her, but Grace wasn’t really in a rush. She needed to speak to either Seth or Justine to confirm that she could place the large poster in the front window and to finalize some details concerning the special menu being created for the event. For now, she was simply enjoying the vista of sea and vibrant blue sky, with the snow-capped Olympic Mountains in the background. Seth and Justine had done an impressive job of reflecting their surroundings in the architecture and decor of the restaurant.
The door opened behind her, but Grace was so absorbed in the view that she didn’t pay attention.
“Hello, Grace.”
Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned to greet Cliff Harding. “Hello, Cliff.” He was as attractive as ever, with his broad shoulders and dark eyes. He wore jeans and a tan jacket with one button fastened. His cowboy hat rested slightly forward, shading his face.
They stared at each other as if neither knew what else to say. Grace wanted to talk, but her tongue felt as if it had grown twice its normal size and refused to cooperate. It’d been weeks since she’d last seen Cliff. In that time she’d grown accustomed to being alone. Accustomed to filling her days and nights with charity projects and anything that kept her mind off what she’d done to destroy their relationship.
“You’re looking well,” he said after an awkward moment.
“You, too.”
He smiled regretfully. “So Maryellen and Jon were married last weekend.”
Moisture found its way into Grace’s mouth and she nodded. “Yes. The ceremony was lovely. They held the wedding on Jon’s property. My daughter was a beautiful bride.” These slightly stilted, staccato sentences were the best she could do.
“I wish them both my very best.”
Grace knew he did. “Katie didn’t make a sound the entire time.”
Cliff slid his gaze past her. “Please thank Maryellen for the invitation.”
Grace didn’t realize her daughter had sent him one.
He removed his hat and held it with both hands. “I didn’t attend for…obvious reasons.”
Grace looked away.
“I didn’t want to do anything to make you feel ill-at-ease,”he explained. “This was a happy day for you, as well as for Maryellen and Jon. I thought it might be uncomfortable for us both if I showed up.”
He was right, of course. “That was thoughtful of you,” she murmured.
The silence stretched between them. Then, as if she’d suddenly remembered the reason she was at The Lighthouse, she said brightly, perhaps too brightly, “I understand you’re going to be part of the Dog and Bachelor Auction.”
Cliff shifted his weight. “I was approached but I declined.”
“Why?” His name had been the first one mentioned. She wondered how long it would be before she could tolerate the thought of Cliff with another woman. Not anytime soon. The ache in the pit of her stomach told her that.
Was it her imagination or did his color heighten at her question? “I didn’t see much point in making a bigger fool of myself than I normally do.”
“But Cliff, it’s for charity.”
He shook his head, and privately Grace was pleased but she recognized that her response was purely selfish.
“I
The letter slid into the mailbox slot, and whether she was right or wrong remained undecided. Either way, it was too late.
Chapter Eight
T he Dog and Bachelor Auction had already generated a lot of interest in Cedar Cove. Grace Sherman displayed a large notice in the library and Janet had asked her to deliver posters to the businesses around town. Thursday afternoon, the first week of June, Grace dedicated her lunch hour to making sure the community had all the relevant details.
The Lighthouse restaurant was her first stop. She waited at the hostess’s desk for the young woman to return from seating a couple. Staring out the large windows she admired the view of the water and the Bremerton shipyard on the other side of the cove. Several people were in line ahead of her, but Grace wasn’t really in a rush. She needed to speak to either Seth or Justine to confirm that she could place the large poster in the front window and to finalize some details concerning the special menu being created for the event. For now, she was simply enjoying the vista of sea and vibrant blue sky, with the snow-capped Olympic Mountains in the background. Seth and Justine had done an impressive job of reflecting their surroundings in the architecture and decor of the restaurant.
The door opened behind her, but Grace was so absorbed in the view that she didn’t pay attention.
“Hello, Grace.”
Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned to greet Cliff Harding. “Hello, Cliff.” He was as attractive as ever, with his broad shoulders and dark eyes. He wore jeans and a tan jacket with one button fastened. His cowboy hat rested slightly forward, shading his face.
They stared at each other as if neither knew what else to say. Grace wanted to talk, but her tongue felt as if it had grown twice its normal size and refused to cooperate. It’d been weeks since she’d last seen Cliff. In that time she’d grown accustomed to being alone. Accustomed to filling her days and nights with charity projects and anything that kept her mind off what she’d done to destroy their relationship.
“You’re looking well,” he said after an awkward moment.
“You, too.”
He smiled regretfully. “So Maryellen and Jon were married last weekend.”
Moisture found its way into Grace’s mouth and she nodded. “Yes. The ceremony was lovely. They held the wedding on Jon’s property. My daughter was a beautiful bride.” These slightly stilted, staccato sentences were the best she could do.
“I wish them both my very best.”
Grace knew he did. “Katie didn’t make a sound the entire time.”
Cliff slid his gaze past her. “Please thank Maryellen for the invitation.”
Grace didn’t realize her daughter had sent him one.
He removed his hat and held it with both hands. “I didn’t attend for…obvious reasons.”
Grace looked away.
“I didn’t want to do anything to make you feel ill-at-ease,”he explained. “This was a happy day for you, as well as for Maryellen and Jon. I thought it might be uncomfortable for us both if I showed up.”
He was right, of course. “That was thoughtful of you,” she murmured.
The silence stretched between them. Then, as if she’d suddenly remembered the reason she was at The Lighthouse, she said brightly, perhaps too brightly, “I understand you’re going to be part of the Dog and Bachelor Auction.”
Cliff shifted his weight. “I was approached but I declined.”
“Why?” His name had been the first one mentioned. She wondered how long it would be before she could tolerate the thought of Cliff with another woman. Not anytime soon. The ache in the pit of her stomach told her that.
Was it her imagination or did his color heighten at her question? “I didn’t see much point in making a bigger fool of myself than I normally do.”
“But Cliff, it’s for charity.”
He shook his head, and privately Grace was pleased but she recognized that her response was purely selfish.
“I
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