“Who from?” Ned asked.
“She wouldn’t bother a friend on Christmas Eve.” Ned seemed confident of that.
“Why not?” Mel demanded.
“Mary Jo isn’t the type to call someone at the last minute and ask that kind of favor,” Ned told them. “Not even Chloe or Casey—especially on Christmas Eve.”
Linc agreed with his brother.
They drove in silence for another fifteen minutes before anyone spoke.
“Do you think she’s okay?” Ned asked tentatively.
“Sure she is. She’s a Wyse, isn’t she? We’re made of stern stuff.”
“I mean physically,” Ned clarified. “Last night she seemed so…” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“Seemed what?” Linc prompted.
Ned shrugged. “Ready.”
“For what?” Mel asked.
Mel could be obtuse, which was only one of his character flaws, in Linc’s opinion. He was also argumentative.
“To have the baby, of course,” Linc explained, casting his brother a dirty look.
“Hey, there’s no reason to talk to me like that,” Mel said. He shifted his weight and stared out the side window. “I’ve never been around a pregnant woman before. Besides, what makes
“I read a book,” Ned told them.
“No way.” Linc could hardly believe it.
“I did,” Ned insisted. “I figured one of us should. For Mary Jo’s sake.”
“So one book makes you an expert,” Mel teased.
“It makes me smarter than you, anyway.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Mel argued.
“Quit it, you two.” Linc spent half his life settling squabbles between his brothers. “You.” He gestured over his shoulder. “Call her cell.”
Ned did, using his own. “Went right into voice mail,” he said. “Must be off.”
“Leave her a message, then.” Linc wondered if he had to spell
“Okay. Who knows if she’ll get it, though.”
After that they drove in blessed silence for maybe five minutes.
“Hey, I just thought of something.” Mel groaned in frustration. “If Mary Jo took the ferry, shouldn’t we have done the same thing?”
Good point—except it was too late now. They were caught in the notorious Seattle traffic, going nowhere fast.
5
Mary Jo hated the idea of returning to Seattle having failed in her attempt to find either David or his family. He wasn’t in Cedar Cove the way he’d promised; not only that, his parents weren’t here, either. Ben and Charlotte Rhodes would show up the next afternoon or evening, but in the meantime…
The thought of her brothers approaching the elderly couple, shocking them with the news and their outrageous demands, made the blood rush to her face. Her situation was uncomfortable enough without her brothers riding to the rescue like the superheroes they weren’t.
The fact that Mary Jo had left on Christmas Eve was only going to rile them even more. Linc, Mel and Ned were probably home from the garage by now. Or maybe they’d skipped work when they found her note on the coffeemaker and immediately set out in search of her. Maybe they were already driving up and down the streets of Cedar Cove….
Looking around, Mary Jo could see that the library was about to close. People were putting on coats and checking out their books. She wondered how an hour had disappeared so quickly. Now what? There wasn’t a single vacant room in the entire vicinity, which meant the only thing to do was thank Grace Harding for her help and quietly leave.
She waited until the librarian stepped out of her office. The least she could do was let Grace know how much she appreciated her kindness. As she approached, Mary Jo rose from her chair.
All of a sudden the room started to sway. She’d been dizzy before but never anything like this. Her head swam, and for an instant she seemed about to faint. Blindly Mary Jo reached out, hoping to catch herself before she fell.
“Mary Jo!” Grace gasped and rushed to her side.
If the other woman hadn’t caught her when she did, Mary Jo was convinced she would’ve collapsed right onto the floor.
Slowly, Grace eased her into the chair. “Laurie!” she shouted, “call 9-1-1.”
