'Of course,' Hannah said. What else could she say when Bill and Andrea were standing right next to her?
'Hey, Norman,' Mike said, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. 'There's no reason why you should be stuck with the mothers alone. Do you think they'd like it if we all sat together.'
You've got to be kidding! Hannah thought with a sigh, her dreams of a romantic candlelight dinner with Mike vanishing into thin air.
'They'd love it, but are you sure we won't be intruding?' Norman looked a little worried.
'Not at all.' Mike thumped Norman on the back again. 'We're practically all family anyway.'
'Okay. I'll go tell them. And I'll find Sally and say that we need a table for seven.'
Hannah struggled to keep the pleasant smile on her face. At least Mike had said that he considered himself a part of her family. But he'd also implied that he considered Norman and Carrie a part of his family. Since Norman was supposed to be his rival, Mike was obviously unclear on the concept!
Once Norman had left, Bill and Mike began to chat about police business, and Andrea hoisted herself up on the stool next to Hannah. 'How did you know?' she hissed.
'Know what?'
'That I was pregnant. I went to see Doc Knight this morning and he confirmed it.'
'I was at first, but that's only because it was such a shock. You should have seen Bill's face when I told him. He was really happy and that's why we came out here for dinner.'
'That's nice,' Hannah said, but part of her wished that Bill had chosen another restaurant.
'I'm really sorry we horned in on your party. I know you wanted to be alone with Mike, but Bill didn't tell me until it was a done deal. I tried to call you to give you a heads-up, but you'd already left.'
'That's okay.'
'You look really nice, Hannah. I love that dress. Did you get it at . . . oh-oh! Here comes Mother!'
Hannah swiveled around and her eyes widened as she caught her first glimpse of Delores. Their mother was wearing a gold lam' pantsuit, and she looked like a brunette Barbie dressed for the Oscars. 'She got her hair streaked again?'
'Bertie did it this morning. There's something a little unnatural about having a mother who looks younger than we do.'
'Only in this light,' Hannah pointed out. 'But she does look good, and she really knows how to make an entrance. And that reminds me, do you know what Mother and Carrie are celebrating tonight?'
'No, I haven't heard anything about it.'
'I have a feeling we'll find out,' Hannah said. standing up with her sister to greet their mother and Carrie.
The dinner that night was festive, and to her surprise, Hannah found that she was enjoying herself. She was seated between Norman and Mike, and they seemed to be vying with each other to see that she had everything her heart de- sired. When dessert time rolled around. Hannah decided that it was time to make an announcement. 'I contributed six pans of Multiple-Choice Bar Cookies to Sally's dessert buffet tonight. It's a new recipe and I need your opinion.'
'Whatever they are, they can't be better than your blueberry muffins,' Bill said with a grin. 'They were the best I ever tasted.'
Hannah turned to give him a long, level look. 'How do you know? I thought the containers were being dusted for prints.'
'They were, but they came out clean,' Mike explained. 'And since the muffins were two days old already, we. . . uh.. .'
'You shared them around at the station?' Hannah finished the sentence for him.
'That's right. We didn't think you'd want them back. You're not upset, are you?'
'Not really.' Hannah did her best to be gracious. 'I'm glad they didn't go to waste. Is there more coffee in that carafe?'
Both Mike and Norman made a grab for the carafe at the same moment, and Hannah almost laughed out loud. This was the first time in her whole life that two men were knocking themselves out to please her. Mike got to the carafe first and filled Hannah's cup. Then he leaned forward to talk to Norman. 'Are you all right after that knock on the head?'
'I'm fine, but if Lake Eden gets any more dangerous, I'm going to take karate classes.'
'Karate won't do you much good unless your assailant is a two-by-four or a stack of cinder blocks. I'll tell you what, Norman. I promised to teach Hannah some self-defense moves, and I'll give you some tips, too.'
'Thanks, Mike.' Norman looked properly grateful. 'Just let me know when, and I'll be there.'
'How about tonight? I have to teach Hannah what to do in a clinch, and my apartment complex has a gym.'
'That sounds great. I'll take the mothers home and then I'll drive out to your place. I really appreciate this, Mike. Ever since I met Hannah, I'm never sure when I'm going to run into trouble.'
Hannah made a study of the coffee in her cup as her two Lotharios discussed precisely when and where to meet. This evening was definitely not turning out the way she'd hoped it would.
'Andrea, dear?' Delores reached across the table to tap Andrea's arm. 'You didn't have any of the champagne I ordered.'
As Hannah watched, Andrea's face turned a shade of pink that matched the dress she was wearing. 'I'm sure it was delicious, Mother. I just didn't feel like drinking tonight.'
'But why, dear? You're not driving, are you?'
Andrea's cheeks turned even pinker as she shook her head.
'Then why don't you have a glass?'
'No, Mother. Thank you, but I'm. . . I'm. . .'
'Pregnant.' Hannah supplied the word that appeared to be frozen on her sister's lips.
'Really?' Delores looked stunned for a moment, and then she rushed around the table to hug Andrea. 'That's wonderful, dear! When did you find out?'
'Today. But Hannah knew it yesterday.'
Delores turned to give Hannah a sharp look. Hannah just shrugged. 'Call me psychic.'
For a few moments, everyone spoke at once, congratulating Andrea and Bill. Hannah sat back with a smile on her face and enjoyed her sister's time in the spotlight. Andrea looked happy, and that was what counted. And Bill seemed absolutely delighted.
'Hannah has some good news, too,' Delores said when the commotion had died down a bit. 'Tell them, dear.'
'Tell them what?' Hannah asked, staring at her mother in total consternation.
'About the book. You're going to write it, aren't you?'
'Oh, that book.' Hannah sighed deeply. Her mother had obviously spoken to Kurt Howe, who'd spilled the beans. Now she had to explain it to the rest of her extended family, and every one of them was staring at her curiously. 'Kurt Howe came into the cookie shop this morning and asked me to write a cookbook. I told him I'd think about it.'
'But you have to do it,' Delores insisted.
'Only if I can work in some of our old family recipes and stories about Lake Eden,' Hannah stipulated. 'As Andrea would say, it's not a done deal yet.'
Another round of congratulations followed Hannah's un- planned announcement, and then Delores clinked her spoon against the side of her champagne flute. When she was sure that all eyes were on her, she said, 'Carrie and I have an announcement, too.'
Hannah took a deep breath and held it. If Delores and Carrie had cooked up something together, it couldn't be good.
'I'm going into the antique business with Carrie,' Delores declared. 'Everyone who toured the Ezekiel Jordan House urged us to open an antique shop. And since Launne Hanks has shown such an interest, we're hiring her to help us buy stock and run the store.'
'That's great, Mother!' Andrea reached out to pat her mother's hand.
'It certainly is,' Hannah added, giving a big sigh of relief. Opening an antique store would keep her mother busy and out of her hair.
