Читать книгу An Unexpected Groom - Ruth Herne Logan - Страница 13
ОглавлениеAmy likes Grace Haven.
Drew got that. Amy had a case of small-town-itis, wishing for roots, although the snow lament was only because she hadn’t stood in the school-bus loop for ten minutes in a snow squall, freezing to death, or shoveled dozens of driveways to make a few extra bucks. Her snow info had been pretty much relegated to nonstop Christmas movies on the inspirational channel, hope and dreams decked out in red, green and staged snow. So she was loving the thought of her father’s hometown, while Drew was taking a deep breath with every old face he saw. In their eyes he read the timeline. They remembered him ramming around town, him and Dave, best buds, always together.
And Dave was gone.
He dropped Kim at the office and drove the SUV around to the Country Inn. As he exited the car, Kimberly’s words came back to him. He hesitated, glanced at Amy, then pulled out his phone to get the number for the bed-and-breakfast. On this point, Kimberly was right. If Amy was going to be in town for more than a month, it made no sense to have a hotel room on the highway when they could be right in the walking district. He called the B and B to check on vacancies and when the owner heard the time frame, Drew thought she squeaked in excitement. “Six weeks?”
“At least that. And we’ll pay in advance.”
“We’ve got room,” the woman declared. “I can have it ready for you about seven tonight. Is that all right?”
“Perfect.” He turned to Daryl as he hung up the phone. “You okay with staying here at the inn?”
“I am.” Daryl smiled down at Amy. “I think Amy will love living in town, in walking distance to everything—”
“As long as she follows my rules,” boomed Drew in a voice meant to scare her silly.
It did no such thing. She grinned up at him, looped her arm through his and hugged it. “I’ve never been able to walk anywhere on my own. Ever. Not in New Jersey, not in Manhattan. This is like a dream come true, Dad. A normal life, even if it’s just for a little while.”
It wasn’t a dream come true for Drew, but that wasn’t important now. Amy was important. And Shelby’s wedding, keeping it flawless. If he had to face old demons, then it was time to face them. He thought he’d come to terms with Dave’s death, he’d have argued the point if asked, but coming back to Grace Haven and seeing old sights, sounds and people cut deep.
Maybe they’re supposed to.
He ignored the internal twinge and tossed Daryl a burner phone. “Let’s switch things up again.”
Daryl pocketed the phone and headed inside. Drew checked his watch, saw they had over two hours until the B and B could accommodate them and pointed Amy to the car. “Hop in. I’m going to give you the grand tour.”
“Really?” Excitement lit her voice, as if trolling around a one-horse Finger Lakes town was some big deal.
“Yes.”
“I’ll love it, Dad!”
Her eagerness made him smile. Top to bottom, stem to stern, she’d be in her glory because Grace Haven, New York, was small-town perfection. Safe, beautiful, historic, inviting... You name it, Grace Haven had it. Depth of beauty, something not every old town could claim.
His words brought Kimberly’s face to mind. The beautiful Gallagher girl... That’s how he’d always thought of her, once she’d gotten past the pesky adolescent awkward stage.
She was still pesky. But she’d only gotten more beautiful, and how was he supposed to not notice that?
He didn’t have a clue.
He took Amy on a rolling tour of the town, then paused by the water park. “If you cause no trouble tomorrow, we’ll get an evening pass and spend tomorrow evening here,” he promised. “But that means no trouble at all, kid.”
She ticked off her fingers. “No hitchhiking, no drugs, alcohol, boys.”
Drew firmed his jaw, his voice and his grim expression to the very maximum of his abilities. “No boys. Ever. Got it?”
She laughed and hugged him. “They’re icky. Yuck.”
She’d said the same thing for years, but one of these days—sooner, rather than later, no doubt—her eyes would be opened and she’d think boys were kind of cool.
Dungeon time.
He just needed to be in a location with accessibility to old stone basements. Luckily almost every house in the village sported one of those, so he was in good hands for a while.
“Can we walk?”
“We sure can.” He parked the car in the shade, left it running to keep it cool for the dog, then took her hand as they strolled through the quaint, historic business district. “This is The Square.”
“This rocks!” Amy stood in the middle of the town square and spun. “Cars actually go in a square pattern! Who thought of such an awesome thing? It’s like an old movie, Dad.”
“I think a lot of old towns had squares or circles in the middle.”
“Really? As awesome as this one?” She pointed in each direction. “Kimberly’s shop is there. Then there’s clothing, ice cream, bakery, bookstore, hardware store, jewelry, leather stuff.” She ticked off the rest of the shops on her fingers, amazed. “And a park in the middle of it all.”
“It wasn’t quite this fancy when I was your age.” He sat on one of the metal-and-wood park benches and looked around.
“No?” Amy took a seat next to him. “But the buildings are old, so they were here.”
“They were, but a lot of the stores are different now. Artsy and trendy, filled with things to buy.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
He laughed because it was. “When I was a kid there were two accountants, a dry cleaners, a little drugstore, a print shop and two dentists added into the mix, so it wasn’t the surround-all shopping experience you see. This is like a fancy old-fashioned strip mall now, catering to the tourist’s pocketbook.”
“That would be a lot different,” Amy agreed. “I like this better.”
“So does the tourism council, I expect. When I was in college they actually officially named this area ‘The Square,’ and people come from all over to shop here. Except for midwinter, these shops probably do a killer business. Are you hungry yet?”
She shook her head. “Too much lunch. Although I wouldn’t say no to an ice-cream supper.”
“Ice cream it is.” He clasped her hand as they crossed the shaded park, a perfect respite for midday breaks and late-day repose. They got into line at Stan’s Frozen Custard, and he was just thinking how nice it was to not have to talk when someone poked him in the back. Drew had to remind himself that you didn’t necessarily have to draw your weapon when turning around in Grace Haven. He turned, and it took a few seconds to recognize the youngest Gallagher girl. “Rory?”
“Drew.” She grabbed him in a big hug, just like Emily had done. “It’s so good to have you home again. And this must be Amy.” Rory high-fived Amy with a quick smile. “I’m Kimberly’s youngest sister. She said she had a ball with you today.”
“I had fun, too. Kimberly’s great.”
Rory waved that off. “Well, we won’t share that or it’ll go to her head, and the last thing my big sister needs is anyone else telling her how awesome she is. There’ll be no living with her then, and it’s no piece of cake now.”
Amy laughed, but Drew wondered how much of Rory’s spiel was humor and how much truth. Dave used to cringe when his sisters would go at it over almost anything. Drew was an only child, he’d never had to worry about getting along or sharing or doing chores together. Kind of like Amy now. He knew that wasn’t a bad thing...but he wasn’t sure it was a good thing, either.
Rory studied Amy, tapping a finger to her jaw. “You’re in town for a while, right?”
Amy sent a guilty-as-charged look up to her father, then nodded. “Yes.”
“I was wondering...” Rory played the moment as if she’d just come up with a great plan and hadn’t talked this all out with her older sister. Drew knew better. “I teach at a UPK in the mornings until Labor Day.”
“A UP what?”
“Universal prekindergarten, to help kids get ready for school.”
“Oh, with little kids. I love little kids!” Amy shot a look up at Drew, one of those “I’d love to have brothers and sisters” expressions he’d learned to ignore years before.
“Really?” Rory’s brows shot up, and Drew had to hand it to her. She was playing the part to the max and doing it well. “How would you feel about helping me there in the mornings, and then helping Emily, Allison and Kimberly out in the offices in the afternoons?”
“Are you serious?”
“On occasion.” Rory smiled at her. “I missed the whole event planner/wedding planner gene thing, I’m not even all that big on weddings. That’s a lot of money and time invested on one crazy day.”
“The family maverick,” Drew noted as they moved closer to the ice-cream ordering window. “Rory, what would you like? It’s on me.”
Rory didn’t hesitate, and that was another difference between her and Kimberly. Kimberly would have weighed the idea of him buying ice cream, the motives behind it on both sides.
Rory just liked ice cream.
“A hot fudge sundae with mint chocolate chip custard. Please.”
“Dad, can I have the same only with the red raspberry ice cream?”
“Is that a thing?”
Amy grinned. “It is now. Hey, look. There’s Kimberly. Kimberly, hi! We’re over here!”
Kimberly turned from locking the office door and spotted them. Her instant smile made Drew feel better about almost everything. She walked their way, slanted a look down to Amy, then up to Drew. “She doesn’t make undercover easy, does she?”
Amy winced, chagrined, while Drew nodded. “She sure doesn’t. Which made Camp Wellington attractive.”
“Sorry.” Amy put up her hands, palms out. “I totally promise to tone things down. I can do it. I just forget when I get excited.”
“Excitement and youth should always go hand-in-hand,” Kimberly told her. “Having an ice-cream supper, I take it?”
“Yes. Have one with us,” Amy implored. “Rory’s going to. And Dad’s buying.”
He was so certain she’d refuse that he was ready to smooth it over. When Kimberly turned, looked him straight in the eye and arched one amazingly perfect brow, he was pretty sure his heart went into abnormal sinus rhythm...and it felt great. “You know how to clinch a deal, Amy Sue Slade. I’m in. I would love a—”
“Banana split with chopped walnuts and three cherries.”
She held his gaze. Or he held hers. He really wasn’t sure which way it happened, but then she touched one hand to her throat as if unsure what to do and smiled. “You remembered.”
He did. He used to tease her about the huge triple-scoop sundae when all the other girls ordered “baby” sized cones.
Not Kimberly. Not ever.
She touched her throat again, almost...nervous? Because he remembered?
That thought made him smile inside, because he remembered a lot of things about Kimberly Gallagher, things he’d pushed aside because she’d been so angry after Dave’s death.
To everything there is a season...
One of his favorite Bible verses, simple and true. A time for healing, maybe? Maybe long past time. And most definitely a time to set old wrongs to rights and have ice cream on a sun-soaked August night.
* * *
“Can a person be too full to walk?” Amy wondered as they retrieved Rocky from the cool car a little while later. “Because that might be the case on my part.”
