“I like it,” Mack told her. “The name’s just right. Elegant and appropriate.”
His approval pleased her. She didn’t want to think too closely about how much his opinion meant to her—or why. She understood that they’d shared something very special, something intimate, while she was in labor. But that didn’t mean the bond they’d experienced would last, no matter how much she wanted it to. She had to accept that Mack had come into her life for a brief period. Soon she’d go back to Seattle with her family, and he’d go on living here, in Cedar Cove. It was unlikely that she’d see him again; there was no real reason to. The thought was a painful one.
“Noelle Grace was a joy to behold,” Mack said with a grin.
“Was she asleep?”
“Nope, she was screaming her head off.”
Mary Jo instantly felt guilty. “Oh, the staff should’ve woken me. It’s probably her feeding time.”
Mack pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed. “Nope, she just needed her diaper changed and to be held a little.”
“Did someone hold her?” The nursery was crowded with newborns and there were only a couple of nurses on duty.
“I did,” Mack admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
“You?”
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t! I—I’m just surprised they’d let you.”
“Yes, well…” Mack looked away and cleared his throat. “I might’ve led the nurse to believe that Noelle and I are…related.”
Mary Jo burst out laughing. “Mack, you didn’t!”
“I did. And I have to say that as soon as I settled her in my arms, Noelle calmed down, stopped crying and looked straight up at me.”
“You brought her into the world, after all.” She probably didn’t need to remind Mack of that; nevertheless, she wanted him to know she hadn’t forgotten what he’d done for her.
The night before, she’d told her brothers that she would never have managed if not for Mack, and that was true. He’d been her salvation. She wanted to tell him all this, but the right words escaped her. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could say what was in her heart without getting teary-eyed and emotional.
“I’m so glad you stopped by…I was going to write you and Brandon and thank you for everything.”
“It’s our job.” Those had been Brandon’s words, too, and in his case, she assumed they were true. But Mack…Dismissing her appreciation like that—it hurt. Not wanting him to see how his offhand comment had upset her, she stared down at the sheet, twisting it nervously.
Mack stood and reached for her hand, entwining their fingers.
“Let me explain,” he said. “It
“How so?” she asked and looked up, meeting his eyes.
“I’ve never delivered a baby before.”
“I know. Me, neither,” she said and they smiled at each other.
“It was one of the highlights of my life, being there with you and Noelle.”
“Mine, too—I mean, you being there.”
“Thank you.” His words were low and filled with intent. He leaned forward and braced his forehead against hers. “If it’s okay with you…”
“What?” she prodded.
“I’d like to see Noelle sometime.”
“See her?”
“See both of you.”
“Both of us,” she repeated, afraid she was beginning to sound like an echo.
“As long as it’s okay with you,” he said again.
She nodded, trying not to act too excited. “If you want.”
“I want to very much.”
“I’ll be back in Seattle,” she said.
“I don’t mind the drive.”
“Or you could take the ferry.”
“Yes.” Mack seemed just as eager to visit as she was to have him come by. “When?”
She wanted him there as soon as possible. “The doctor said he’d release Noelle and me this afternoon. My brothers are picking us up at three.”
“Is tomorrow too soon?” he asked.
