Honeysuckle Bride. Tara Randel

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      “And I won’t be separated from them. It’s too soon.” Barbara went quiet for a moment. As Jenna removed the cookies from the aluminum sheet to cool, she could only imagine the whirl of her agent’s mind as she came up with another way to cajole Jenna.

      “How about online? You can work from home.”

      “Right now I don’t want to do anything to alert the tabloid news magazines. I won’t risk it.” She took a breath. “I understand you don’t like it, but I’m asking you to honor my decision.”

      A long, melodramatic sigh came from the other end of the line. “Fine. But I can’t promise I won’t call if a worthwhile offer comes in.”

      Jenna didn’t expect differently. “Just don’t be upset if I turn you down.”

      “The one you can’t resist will come and when it does, you’ll be out here on the next available flight.”

      While Barbara had other clients, she couldn’t afford to let her main moneymaker go on hiatus, no matter how noble the reason.

      “Thanks, Barbara. I do appreciate all you’ve done for me. Just think of my time away as a small vacation. It’s not the end of our relationship.”

      “So, how are things going? You’re settling in?”

      “Yes. The girls are happy. So far I like this little town.”

      “Little, as in, are there any museums? Fine dining? Theaters?”

      Jenna chuckled. Barbara could be a fine-arts snob. “We manage.”

      “I couldn’t leave LA, no matter how much anyone tried to convince me otherwise.”

      Jenna fought the temptation to remind Barbara about the tabloid reporter making her life miserable. Jenna viewed his intrusion as a personal attack on her family. Barbara saw him as a necessity for the expansion of Jenna’s career. If he tailed Barbara for any length of time, Jenna was sure the woman would change her tune.

      “You’re a great agent. Hopefully you’ll get some new clients while I’m away.”

      “I’ve fielded a few calls.”

      “See. With me gone, you’ll have the chance to develop your next big star.”

      “Yes, there is a strong possibility I can make that happen.”

      Which could mean Jenna would lose some interesting job opportunities, she thought with a small pang of loss, but the girls were keeping her too busy to regret her decision.

      Abby dashed into the kitchen, her ponytail swinging as she grabbed two warm cookies then hightailed it back to the bedroom.

      “Hey, no food in your room,” Jenna called to her retreating back. The brief feeling of loss vanished as Abby disappeared. Yeah, she’d much rather be with the girls. “Listen, Barbara, I have to run. Thanks for calling.”

      She ended the call and then checked on the girls, who were happily playing in their room. Satisfied they were occupied by their dolls, she hurried to her room for a quick shower. Afterward, she stood before her closet wrapped in a towel, trying to decide which outfit to choose. She finally selected a denim sundress for their goodwill mission, and placed a quick call to Nealy.

      Her stomach turned, nervous at the prospect of seeing Wyatt again. His parting remarks at the beach, although true, had stung. She couldn’t help but wonder how receptive he’d be when she showed up on his doorstep, cookies or no.

      * * *

      WYATT WALKED INTO his cottage, located within walking distance from the marina, tossing his keys on the coffee table. His golden retriever, Cruiser, followed him into the kitchen, jumping up for attention. “Down, boy.”

      Absently rubbing the dog’s head, he poured some kibble from a twenty-pound bag into Cruiser’s bowl, then pulled a glass from the shelf mounted on the wall that served as storage. He opened the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice for himself, draining it as he wandered into the small living room.

      He stared out the window, at the view of the Gulf water. Before long, the familiar ache he lived with every day enveloped him.

      Two years. Two long years since Jamie had died. Eighteen months since Marcie divorced him.

      Since the accident, his family had been after him to talk to a professional. His older brother, Josh, moved back to Cypress Pointe with the purpose of keeping an eye on him. A useless move, but Wyatt appreciated the sentiment.

      “You need to let go of the grief,” Josh and the family told him. “You need to move on.”

      They didn’t understand. If not for the unrelenting pain, he wouldn’t feel anything at all. He was so far beyond numb, grief remained the only emotion alive inside him.

      A boat motored by. Wyatt stepped out onto the small screened-in porch to watch its passage, running a hand over his grizzled chin. He should shave. Probably get a haircut. But didn’t really give a flip.

      Why had he let Max talk him into moving back to Cypress Pointe?

      After aimlessly traveling the world, taking one job as yacht captain after another, he’d run into Max four months ago. A mutual Navy buddy had invited both of them to his wedding. Since Wyatt happened to be in the States at the time, he attended, hoping a reunion with old friends would help ease him out of his funk.

      “You look terrible,” Max greeted him at the reception.

      He knew Max spoke the truth. After all, he viewed his face in the mirror every morning. Realized the shadows under his eyes and the blank expression were growing more pronounced daily. “Thanks, buddy.”

      Max scowled. “You can’t go on like this.”

      “Like what? A guy grieving the loss of his family?”

      “You’re entitled to your grief, Wyatt, but enough is enough. There comes a point when you have to deal with the loss and try to move on.”

      It was all Wyatt could do to keep his temper in check. Didn’t Max see it wasn’t that easy? Every day was a struggle to get out of bed and survive. He knew his buddy meant well, knew Max wanted to help somehow, even if it entailed spewing tough love.

      “Do you miss Cypress Pointe?” Max had asked him.

      “Not particularly.”

      “Folks in town miss you. Your parents worry.”

      Like he needed more guilt. “And bringing this empty shell back to Cypress Pointe is going to make things better?”

      “You need to be around people who love you. Running sure hasn’t helped you heal.”

      Max had a point. Running had only made him more lonely. More bitter. Less than the man he СКАЧАТЬ