A Rendezvous To Remember. Geri Krotow

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      Dedication

      For Stephen

      My Everlasting

      Contents

      Acknowledgment

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Epilogue

      Acknowledgment

      My heartfelt gratitude, respect and love to

       Haywood Smith, Susan Wiggs and Debbie Macomber for believing in me and my potential. You are soul sisters. Special thanks to my editor extraordinaire, Paula Eykelhof.

      Chapter 1

      November 10, 2007

      He stood hunched over the azaleas, shaping the bushes with ease despite the cold. Melinda Busher-Thompson burrowed her gloved hands deeper into the front pockets of her Berber coat as she watched him. Her exposed skin stung with the raw damp of the November day—another reason for her desire to leave western New York.

      Yet Grandpa Jack moved through his garden as though he was still forty, like her, and not eighty-seven.

      As if Grammy was still here.

      “Hey, Grandpa.” Her all-weather moccasins squished over the scattered dead leaves Grandpa Jack had laid down for insulation.

      “Hey, yourself, kiddo!” Pleasure lit up Jack Busher’s face. Melinda caught the sparkle in his violet-blue eyes before he enfolded her in one of his famous bear hugs.

      Grandpa Jack might be thinner than he’d been when she was a child, but his embrace still held all the love in the world for her. She breathed in his scent—fall morning rain mixed with soap and old-fashioned cologne.

      “I didn’t think you’d get here until tomorrow.”

      The familiar vestiges of his English accent comforted her.

      Jack pulled back to look at Melinda’s face but his hands were still on her upper arms. He squeezed her with just enough pressure that she felt it under her thick coat. Her heart pounded in response to the unconditional love she’d only ever found here with him and Grammy.

      “I got into town late last night.”

      “I see.” Jack grunted as he hoisted a pile of twigs he’d gathered and tossed them into his wheelbarrow.

      “I didn’t want to wake you.” She held her breath for a moment, then watched the cloud of vapor as she expelled it forcefully from her lungs.

      “I slept at my house last night but I have my luggage in the car so I can stay with you for the next two weeks.”

      Jack’s expression stiffened.

      “That won’t work, honey. You belong in your own place.”

      “Grandpa, I belong with you right now.”

      She felt her neck muscles tighten in exasperation. Grandpa refused to accept her broken marriage for what it was.

      Irreparable.

      “Melinda, you’ve always belonged with me, you’ll always be part of me. But no one’s been in your house for months, except me checking on it, and it needs some living. It’ll do the place good to have the furnace on and water running through the pipes.”

      Jack paused in his raking and leveled a look at Melinda. It was the same look he used to give her as a teenager when he saw through her schemes.

      “I’m not so old that I need a babysitter, honey.”

      “I’m not here to babysit you, Grandpa. I miss you and we’ll have more time together if I stay here.”

      “Phooey. We’ll have all the time we want. You need to be in your own home.”

      He wasn’t going to back down on this one. Nor was he willing to discuss Nick with her.

      Not yet.

      “You taking care of yourself, girl?” Jack’s body might be fading but his eyes and perception weren’t.

      “Sure, Grandpa.” She glanced down, but felt the strength of his gaze. “It’s not easy, you know….”

      Her cheeks flushed with shame. How could she stand here whining about her loss when Grandpa mourned the loss of his life’s partner of more than sixty years?

      His breath caught, and she heard the rasp in his throat. When she raised her eyes back to his, she saw the unshed tears. Guilt and grief washed over her and she clenched her fists in her coat pockets.

      “Of course it’s not easy, pumpkin, but we have to go on. We’re still here. You know your Grammy wouldn’t have it any other way.”

      He bent down to pick up the shears he’d dropped at their feet. When he straightened, she saw the strain on his face.

      “I know, Grandpa. I’m sorry. I’m being a bitch.”

      Jack’s eyebrows rose. “Nothing this family hasn’t experienced from its women before.”

      They both laughed, and for a moment all the sorrow of the past three months СКАЧАТЬ