Past, Present And A Future. Janice Carter
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Название: Past, Present And A Future

Автор: Janice Carter

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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      “Of course. I have your first one, too—Frankie and Me. I liked it very much. You always had promise as a writer.”

      “Inspired by English class with Miss Stuart.”

      He smiled for the first time. “Yes. I wonder if she’s still teaching.”

      “Hmmm.” Clare wished Dave and Laura would return so they could make plans for Sunday and she could leave.

      “I hope you understand that I had no idea you were even in Twin Falls,” he went on. “I just got here myself a couple of days ago to clear out my dad’s house.”

      “Has your father moved into a retirement home?”

      “No, he…uh, he died of a stroke about three weeks ago.”

      “Oh, I’m so sorry, Gil. And your mother?”

      “Heart attack, five years ago. How about your folks?”

      “Mom’s in New Jersey with her second husband. Dad’s still in California with his second or third wife. Can’t recall which.”

      “Your mother remarried? Good for her.”

      Clare thought back to the day four years ago when her mother called to announce her upcoming marriage to someone she’d met only a year before. She’d been surprised at the news and at first, had tried to persuade her mother to simply move in with the man.

      “I’m still an old-fashioned woman, Clare,” her mother had said. “And this is the time of my life when I need companionship more than ever. Besides, the fact is, I love Hank.”

      Love. One thing to write about, quite another to experience. Clare sneaked a sideways glance at the person she’d once thought she loved. His hands—once so familiar—rested on his knees. She didn’t see a wedding ring.

      As if reading her mind, he suddenly asked, “What about you, Clare? Are you married or engaged?”

      She felt her face redden. “No.”

      He nodded and conversation skidded to a halt. Clare was about to excuse herself to find Laura when Dave came back into the room with a tray of drinks.

      “Sorry to take so long, but Laura wanted to get Emma to sleep. She’ll join us in a minute or so.” He passed large brandy snifters to Clare and Gil and, taking one for himself, sat opposite them in a wing chair. “Cheers!” he said, raising his snifter. “To old friends.”

      Clare and Gil raised their glasses, though neither echoed his toast.

      Dave cleared his throat. “So, Clare, what time is your book signing tomorrow?”

      “Ten o’clock.”

      “You’re having a signing? Where?” Gil asked.

      “There’s a new bookstore in town—at least, new to me. Called Novel Idea.”

      “It’s been here a couple of years, I think,” Dave said. “It’s on Spruce Street, near Main.”

      “I’ll have to drop by.”

      Great, Clare thought. Let’s get right into the whole horrible reunion thing.

      “We’re not sure if we can go,” Dave said. “We still have a lot of running around to do for the christening luncheon on Sunday. And speaking of the christening, there’s not a lot you two have to do. It’ll be at the Methodist church, still in the same place—” he gave a slight laugh “—at eleven. We’ll save seats for you at the front. There’s another christening that morning, too, so the church may be crowded. Basically all you have to do is follow the pastor’s instructions. One of you will hold Emma for the blessing. Then we’ll have family and friends come back here for a buffet lunch. There won’t be too many people.”

      “Sounds good,” Gil said, standing up and setting his empty glass on the coffee table. “So I’ll see you on Sunday morning.”

      “Are you leaving?” Dave got to his feet, his brow creasing.

      “I should. Still have some packing up to do before the cleaners come in tomorrow.”

      “We were hoping you’d join us for dinner tomorrow night. I’ve made reservations for four at a new place in town. It’ll be like old times,” Dave added.

      Clare tensed, hoping Gil would decline.

      “I don’t know, Dave. I really shouldn’t.”

      “Shouldn’t what?” Laura asked from the entrance to the living room. She walked over to the table where Dave had placed the drink tray and picked up her glass of milk. “You’re not leaving already, Gil?”

      “Lots to do, Laura. The cleaners are booked for tomorrow afternoon and I’ve still got a lot to do.”

      “But you’ll come tomorrow night? It’s all arranged.”

      There was a long silence until Gil murmured, “Sure. That sounds fine.”

      Clare sighed. There was no stopping Laura when she set her mind to something. She downed the last of her brandy and rose to go.

      “Clare, not you, too!” Laura protested.

      “I’m sure you and Dave will appreciate an early night, Laura. I’m tired myself and I have to be up early.”

      “Where did you say you were staying? Want to come here for breakfast?”

      Clare smiled at Laura’s love of making plans for other people. “I’m at the old Falls View Hotel, can you believe it? Though it’s had a bit of a makeover since I lived in town. Thanks for the offer of breakfast, but you’ll be busy enough.” She headed for the entrance hall and picked up her purse from the small table there. Her suit jacket was slung over a nearby chair and she draped it over her arm.

      “Are you driving?” Gil asked, hovering at her elbow.

      “Yes. I rented a car in New York.”

      “How’d you like to give me a lift? I had an errand in town late this afternoon and decided to get some exercise by walking here. I could call a cab but…”

      Clare hesitated. They were all looking at her and she couldn’t think of a good excuse. “Sure,” she murmured. She hugged Dave and kissed Laura on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

      Laura held on to her by the forearm and whispered, “Are you sure this is okay? I mean, Dave can give Gil a ride.”

      Clare watched Dave and Gil step out onto the porch. Keeping her voice low, she said, “No, it’s okay. I just wish I’d known about this godfather thing.”

      “I’m sorry, Clare. I didn’t know myself until this afternoon just before you arrived. Will you manage? Want me to see if Dave can get out of it? I mean, he’s the person responsible.”

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