was a much-used and much-loved place.
She welcomed the warmth, both emotional and physical. There was a woman at the counter, which held a sign stating that the library would close at noon. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Mary Jo was surprised to see that it was already ten-forty-five.
She approached the front counter. “Excuse me. Are you Grace Harding?” she asked in a pleasant voice.
“Afraid not. Should I get her for you?”
Mary Jo agreed eagerly. “Yes, please.”
The woman disappeared into a nearby office. A few minutes later, she reappeared with another middle-aged woman, who greeted Mary Jo with a friendly smile. She wore a bright red turtleneck sweater under a festive holly- green jumper. Her right arm seemed to be thickly bandaged beneath her long sleeve.
“I’m Grace Harding,” she announced. “How can I help you?”
Mary Jo offered the woman a strained smile. “Hello, my name is Mary Jo Wyse and—” The baby kicked—hard —and Mary Jo’s eyes widened with shock. She placed her hands against her stomach and slowly exhaled.
“Are you okay?” Grace asked, looking concerned.
“I…think so.”
“Perhaps you should sit down.”
Numbly Mary Jo nodded. This was all so…unseemly. She hated making a fuss, but she suspected the librarian was right and she did need to sit. Thankfully, Ms. Harding came around the counter and led her to a chair. She left for a moment and returned with a glass of water.
“Here, drink this.”
“Thank you.” Mary Jo felt embarrassed, since almost everyone in the whole library was staring at her. No doubt she made quite a spectacle and people probably thought she’d give birth any second. Actually, her due date wasn’t for another two weeks; she didn’t think there was any danger the baby would arrive early, but this was her first pregnancy and she couldn’t really tell. She could only hope….
Grace took the chair beside hers. “How can I help you?” she asked again.
Mary Jo gulped down all the water, then put the glass down beside her.
Taking a deep breath, she clasped her hands together. “I’m looking for a man by the name of David Rhodes.”
Right away Mary Jo saw that the other woman stiffened.
“You know him?” she asked excitedly, ignoring any misgivings over Grace’s reaction. “Is he here? He said he’d be visiting his father and stepmother in Cedar Cove. It’s important that I talk to him as soon as possible.”
Grace sagged in her chair. “Oh, dear.”
“Well…”
“Is David in town?”
Grace shook her head, but her expression was sympathetic. “I’m afraid not.”
Mary Jo’s heart sank. She should’ve known not to trust David. This was obviously another lie.
“What about his father and stepmother? Are they available?” If she didn’t tell David’s family about the baby, then her brothers surely would. The information would be better coming from her. The image of her brothers barging into these people’s home lent a sense of urgency to her question.
“Unfortunately,” Grace went on, “Ben and Charlotte have taken a Christmas cruise.”
“They’re gone, then,” Mary Jo said in a flat voice. She recalled the message on their phone; ironically, Ben had been the first Rhodes she’d called. Maybe she should be relieved they were out of town, but she wasn’t. Instead, a deep sadness settled over her. The uncertainty would continue. Whatever happened, she accepted the likelihood of being a single mother, but her brothers would never stand for it.
“According to a friend of mine, they’re coming back sometime tomorrow,” Grace told her.
“On Christmas Day?”
“Yes, that’s what I understand, at any rate. I can find out for sure if you’d like.”
“Yes, please.”
Grace looked tentative. “Before I phone Olivia—she’s the friend I mentioned—I should tell you that her mother is married to Ben Rhodes.”
“I see.”
“Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
“Of course not.” Although she already knew what that question would be…
“Is your baby…is David Rhodes—”
Rather than respond, Mary Jo closed her eyes and hung her head.
Grace touched her arm gently. “Don’t be upset, dear,” she murmured. “None of that matters now.”
The answer to Grace’s question was obvious. Why else would someone in an advanced state of pregnancy come looking for David and his family—especially on Christmas Eve?
