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Authors: Vanessa Grant
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Family, Canada, Women's Fiction, Motherhood, seattle, Pacific Island
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told Wendy to start taking them coffee."
"Good idea. And, Jason, have one of the volunteers survey the line for developers. If we don't get to everyone, we don't want to miss any developers."
"With all this publicity, we've got about twenty good developer candidates already lined up for interviews next week in addition to those we screened today."
Samantha jumped when she heard Cal's voice behind her.
"Good," he said to Jason, "but check the lineup for developers."
All day she'd been jumpy around Cal. Nerves, not knowing what was going to happen with her job. This morning she'd talked to Dorothy's doctor, who spoke about congestive heart failure and Dorothy's symptoms—chest pain, palpitations, erratic pulse, shortness of breath, weakness, and fatigue.
The idea of Dorothy living in a nursing home upset her horribly. Although Dorothy still insisted she wasn't seriously ill, this morning she'd agreed that Dexter should file for a custody transfer to ensure Kippy's safety.
Her grandmother would hate leaving the house she'd lived in ever since her husband James brought her to Gabriola as a bride. James had passed away, but Dorothy cherished the memories held by their home.
Maybe they could avoid a nursing home if Dorothy lived in Seattle with Samantha and Kippy. Samantha wasn't sure her own medical insurance would cover Dorothy's care, but she earned good money.
This morning, when Cal checked her seat belt in the helicopter, he had announced, "You're not leaving Tremaine's. We'll talk about details later."
She was afraid that, after last night, Cal now saw her as one of those women who couldn't be relied on, whose home life perpetually interfered with work. Face it, if Cal thought she couldn't give one hundred percent to her job, he wouldn't want her in charge. He might want to appoint someone over her, but if she had to work under someone who'd been appointed to her old position, she'd rather leave.
She was a single parent now—or would be, officially, once the judge agreed. All day she'd been trying to make herself believe that she could handle both her job at Tremaine's and a young baby. And Dorothy, who would need specialists, second opinions, treatment. It was all going to take time, too much time.
Now, with the muted roar of dozens of voices in conversation filling Tremaine's reception area, she acknowledged the truth. She worked long hours, exciting hours doing a job she loved. But how much time would that leave for Kippy?
Samantha's mother had sacrificed her daughters' welfare to her own obsessive needs for romantic love more than once. The lure of love and romance didn't tempt Samantha, but wasn't she doing almost the same thing, trying to keep her exciting job, her position, prestige, and power—all at Kippy's expense, and Dorothy's?
Until yesterday, she'd been a businesswoman with her future clearly mapped out. That future hadn't included children or a family, because she wasn't going to take on anything she couldn't make a success of and she'd never neglect a child. She'd known that her passion for her work meant she might not make an adequate wife and mother, might not be able to give enough.
The obvious answer was to avoid motherhood and marriage, but that decision had been taken out of her hands. Now she was a mother, and she wanted to be a good one.
Brenda Simonson was right, she should have been with Kippy today. The baby needed stability, needed to know Samantha was going to be there for her.
It would have been irresponsible of Samantha to duck the open house today, but the fact was, today she'd chosen Tremaine's needs over Kippy's. It mustn't happen again. Dorothy had never let Samantha or her sister down, and Samantha wasn't going to let Kippy down either.
She had to choose—Tremaine's or Kippy—and when she put it that way, there was no choice at all. She loved the smooth chaos of the open house, felt proud to see the team she'd assembled greeting applicants, steering them through the
"Good idea. And, Jason, have one of the volunteers survey the line for developers. If we don't get to everyone, we don't want to miss any developers."
"With all this publicity, we've got about twenty good developer candidates already lined up for interviews next week in addition to those we screened today."
Samantha jumped when she heard Cal's voice behind her.
"Good," he said to Jason, "but check the lineup for developers."
All day she'd been jumpy around Cal. Nerves, not knowing what was going to happen with her job. This morning she'd talked to Dorothy's doctor, who spoke about congestive heart failure and Dorothy's symptoms—chest pain, palpitations, erratic pulse, shortness of breath, weakness, and fatigue.
The idea of Dorothy living in a nursing home upset her horribly. Although Dorothy still insisted she wasn't seriously ill, this morning she'd agreed that Dexter should file for a custody transfer to ensure Kippy's safety.
Her grandmother would hate leaving the house she'd lived in ever since her husband James brought her to Gabriola as a bride. James had passed away, but Dorothy cherished the memories held by their home.
Maybe they could avoid a nursing home if Dorothy lived in Seattle with Samantha and Kippy. Samantha wasn't sure her own medical insurance would cover Dorothy's care, but she earned good money.
This morning, when Cal checked her seat belt in the helicopter, he had announced, "You're not leaving Tremaine's. We'll talk about details later."
She was afraid that, after last night, Cal now saw her as one of those women who couldn't be relied on, whose home life perpetually interfered with work. Face it, if Cal thought she couldn't give one hundred percent to her job, he wouldn't want her in charge. He might want to appoint someone over her, but if she had to work under someone who'd been appointed to her old position, she'd rather leave.
She was a single parent now—or would be, officially, once the judge agreed. All day she'd been trying to make herself believe that she could handle both her job at Tremaine's and a young baby. And Dorothy, who would need specialists, second opinions, treatment. It was all going to take time, too much time.
Now, with the muted roar of dozens of voices in conversation filling Tremaine's reception area, she acknowledged the truth. She worked long hours, exciting hours doing a job she loved. But how much time would that leave for Kippy?
Samantha's mother had sacrificed her daughters' welfare to her own obsessive needs for romantic love more than once. The lure of love and romance didn't tempt Samantha, but wasn't she doing almost the same thing, trying to keep her exciting job, her position, prestige, and power—all at Kippy's expense, and Dorothy's?
Until yesterday, she'd been a businesswoman with her future clearly mapped out. That future hadn't included children or a family, because she wasn't going to take on anything she couldn't make a success of and she'd never neglect a child. She'd known that her passion for her work meant she might not make an adequate wife and mother, might not be able to give enough.
The obvious answer was to avoid motherhood and marriage, but that decision had been taken out of her hands. Now she was a mother, and she wanted to be a good one.
Brenda Simonson was right, she should have been with Kippy today. The baby needed stability, needed to know Samantha was going to be there for her.
It would have been irresponsible of Samantha to duck the open house today, but the fact was, today she'd chosen Tremaine's needs over Kippy's. It mustn't happen again. Dorothy had never let Samantha or her sister down, and Samantha wasn't going to let Kippy down either.
She had to choose—Tremaine's or Kippy—and when she put it that way, there was no choice at all. She loved the smooth chaos of the open house, felt proud to see the team she'd assembled greeting applicants, steering them through the
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