Название: On a Snowy Night: The Christmas Basket / The Snow Bride
Автор: Debbie Macomber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472016294
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“Good morning, dear,” Sarah said, mustering a cheerful greeting. “I was wondering if you’d like to come with me this morning.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the plea out of her voice.
Her daughter leaned against the kitchen counter, holding the mug with both hands. “I promised to take Carley shopping and to the movies.”
“Oh. That won’t be until later, will it?”
“Mom,” Noelle said, sighing loudly. “I’m not going to let you use me as a buffer when you meet Mrs. Sutton.”
“Who told you I was meeting…” She didn’t bother to finish the question, since the answer was obvious. Jake! Dumping the rest of her coffee down the sink, she reluctantly went to her room to dress. She’d be entering the lion’s den alone, so she wanted to look her best.
“I don’t think she’s nearly the monster you make her out to be,” Noelle called after her.
That her own daughter, her oldest child—the very one who’d been jilted by Thom Sutton—could say such a thing was beyond Sarah. As far as she was concerned, there was too much forgiveness going on here. And if Noelle thought Mary was so wonderful, then she should be willing to come along.
Didn’t Noelle grasp the unpleasantness of this situation? Clearly not. Even Jake didn’t take it seriously. He seemed to think this was some kind of joke! Well, she, for one, wasn’t laughing.
Despite her bad feelings about the meeting with Mary Sutton, Sarah arrived at the Women’s Century Club twenty minutes early. This was the way she’d planned it. As she recalled, Mary possessed a number of irritating habits, one of which was an inability to ever show up on time. Therefore, Sarah considered it advantageous to be early, as though that would highlight Mary’s lack of responsibility and basic courtesy.
“Good morning, Melody,” she said as she stepped briskly into the entry.
“Morning,” came Melody’s reply. The phone rang just then, and she reached for it, still standing in front of the copy machine.
While she waited, Sarah checked her appearance in the lobby restroom. She’d taken an inordinate amount of time with her makeup that morning. Her hair was impeccably styled, if she did say so herself, and her clothes looked both businesslike and feminine. Choosing the right outfit was of the utmost importance; in the end, after three complete changes, she’d chosen navy-blue wool slacks, a white cashmere sweater and a silk scarf with a pattern of holly and red berries.
Melody finished with the phone. “Sorry, it’s crazy around here this morning. Everyone’s getting ready for the dance.”
Of course. In her dread, she’d nearly forgotten about the annual dance.
The door opened, and with a dramatic flair—all swirling scarves and large gestures—Mary Sutton entered the building. Did the woman think she was on stage, for heaven’s sake? “Hello Melody,” she said, her voice light and breezy. Then—as if she’d only now noticed Sarah—she turned in her direction, frowned slightly and then acknowledged her with a curt nod.
“Good to see you, too,” Sarah muttered.
“I’m here for the list. The Christmas basket list,” Mary said, walking over to the half wall behind which Melody stood.
“That’s why I’m here,” Sarah said and forced herself into the space between Mary and the wall.
The two jockeyed for position, elbowing each other until Melody stared at them aghast. “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked.
“As I explained earlier, we have a history,” Sarah said, as though that should account for everything.
“A very long and difficult history,” Mary added.
“You’ll have to work together on this.” Melody frowned at them both. “I’d hate to see these needy families deprived because you two can’t get along.” The phone rang again and Melody scooped up the receiver.
“You’re impossible to work with,” Mary said, practically shoving Sarah aside.
“I won’t stand here and be insulted by the likes of you,” Sarah insisted. Talk about impossible!
“This isn’t going to work.”
“You’re telling me!” She was ready to walk out the door. But then she realized that was exactly what Mary wanted her to do. She’d been provoking Sarah from the moment she’d made that stagy entrance. This was a low, underhanded attempt to prevent her from holding Kristen’s wedding reception at the club. Somehow Mary had found out about the wedding and hoped to thwart the McDowells’ plans. That had to be it. But Sarah refused to let a Sutton—especially this Sutton—manipulate her.
“There are ways of doing what needs to be done without tripping over each other’s feet,” Sarah murmured, trying to sound conciliatory. She could only hope that Kristen truly appreciated the sacrifice she was making on her behalf. If it wasn’t for the wedding, she wouldn’t be caught dead working on a project with Mary Sutton, charity or not!
“What do you mean?”
“There must be a way.” She personally didn’t have any ideas, but perhaps the club secretary could think of something. “Melody?”
Another line rang, and Melody put the first caller on hold in order to answer the second. She placed her palm over the mouthpiece and said, “Why don’t you two go talk this out in the lobby?” She waved them impatiently away. “I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
Sarah took a few steps back, unwilling to voluntarily give up hard-won territory. This was more of a problem than she’d expected. For her part, she was willing to make the best of it, but she could already tell that Mary had her own agenda.
“The Christmas decorations are lovely this year, aren’t they?” Sarah said, making an effort to start again. After all, she was stuck with the woman.
“Yes,” came Mary’s stilted reply. “I’m the chair of the decorating committee.”
“Oh.” She studied the staircase again and noticed a number of flaws apparent on closer inspection. Walking to the bottom step, she straightened a bow.
“Leave my bows alone!”
“A little possessive, are we?” Sarah murmured.
“You would be, too, if you’d spent twenty minutes making each of those velvet bows.”
“I could have done it in ten.”
“Next year, I’ll let you.” Then, as if she was bored with the subject, Mary said, “I understand Noelle’s СКАЧАТЬ