The Seal's Second Chance Baby. Laura Altom Marie

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       Chapter Five

      “Effie May Washington,” Mabel scolded. “What did you do?”

      “Nothing.”

      Mabel planted her hands on her hips. “You had to have done something to make Marsh bolt out of here faster than a spooked horse.”

      “Did he at least have the courtesy to pay for your meal?” Wallace asked.

      Effie nodded.

      “Since Marsh ran off with his truck, Effie, looks like you’re our official chauffeur.”

      Swell.

      “No worries. We’ll have fun.” Forcing a smile, Effie took Cassidy from her high chair, then vowed the first time she saw Marsh again, she’d give him a piece of her mind.

      * * *

      BY ELEVEN, THE BABY was squirming from being held too long and Effie couldn’t tell whether Wallace and Mabel were fighting for real over the flowers or having a brief lovers’ quarrel.

      Rainbow Bridge Floral was owned by the same family who owned the town’s only funeral home, so the rentable wedding arches and casket displays didn’t make for the most ideal ambience. At least the place smelled good, with its sweet mix of roses, freesia and carnations.

      “If we hold the ceremony at Rock Chapel but the reception at the Grange Hall, then we’ll have to decorate both places, which means double the cost,” Mabel explained to her fiancé, whose cheeks had turned red.

      “But, darlin’, I already told you,” he said, “I don’t give two green figs about the money. I’ve got more money than time, and want to spend my money and time on you.”

      Mabel opened her mouth to form a fresh argument, but Wallace leaned in to kiss the fight right out of her.

      Swoon.

      As frustrating as this whole wedding business was, Effie couldn’t help but be thrilled for her grandmother—even a bit jealous. Being a single mom had never been part of her grand plan. She was supposed to have had a rewarding nursing career before even thinking about starting a family, but that hadn’t exactly worked out, either.

      Gloria, their floral consultant, cleared her throat. “Since your choice of venues is decided, are we ready to get back to deciding between roses and chrysanthemums?”

      “Mums,” Mabel said with a firm nod. “Much more budget friendly.”

      “Roses,” Wallace said with a firm smack of his hands against the planning table.

      “What if I kind of like mums?” Mabel asked. “Especially for fall?”

      “Then we’ll have both. Would that make you happy?”

      Mabel nodded, and then she and her groom-to-be started in again with their kissing. Really?

      Effie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been well and truly kissed—probably the night Cassidy had been conceived. The notion made her sad. She used to love a night spent smooching beneath the stars.

      A flash of Marsh and his oh-so-kissable lips popped into her mind’s eye, but she squashed that image the way she would have a picnic ant. When—if—she ever found a suitable man for her and father for her children, he needed to be a whole lot more dependable than a guy who couldn’t even be bothered to stick around for the official end of a meal.

      * * *

      “SOME BEST MAN you turned out to be.”

      “Sorry.” From his seat on the living room sofa, Marsh glanced up from the online article his team member Rowdy had forwarded on the escalation of piracy along the Ivory Coast. He was just in time to catch the full brunt of the furrow between his frowning grandfather’s bushy white eyebrows.

      As if sensing trouble, Rocket, the massive Maine coon Wallace had found on the side of the road as a kitten, leaped from Marsh’s lap to dart under the sofa, only his gut was so big, his entire ass end, complete with whipping tail, stuck out.

      “Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Wallace slammed the front door. “You embarrassed the hell out of me, and hurt that sweet little gal Effie’s feelings.”

      “Did she say something?”

      “Didn’t have to.” Wallace snorted before collapsing onto his recliner and pushing himself fully back. “Poor thing had disappointment written all over her pretty face.”

      “Hope she didn’t use permanent ink.” Marsh didn’t bother looking up from his iPad. He already had his grandfather’s crotchety expression locked in his head.

      “You’re not too old for me to put soap in your mouth.”

      Marsh rubbed his suddenly throbbing forehead. “Point of fact, I kind of am, and I’m sorry. Next time I see Effie, I’ll apologize.”

      “No, you’re gonna do it now. By the time this wedding rolls around, I want everybody feeling harmonious. Besides, I left my wallet in that ugly minivan those women drive, and not only do I want it back, but I want you to take Effie into town and have her pick out a nice new SUV—something big enough to hold me and my bride, plus all those cute rugrats. Don’t care what it costs. Oh—and don’t skimp on the bells and whistles. Be sure you get those fancy heated seats and some of those TVs in the seat backs for my new great-grandsons.”

      “Is that all?” Marsh raised his right eyebrow. Another tour in Afghanistan was starting to sound simpler than his current ranch life. “You do realize the nearest dealer with a rig that swanky is gonna be in Colorado Springs?”

      “I don’t care if you have to drive all the way to Denver, just bring back that girl’s smile or else.” He signaled the conversation’s end by using the remote to flip on his giant TV. The old guy loved Let’s Make a Deal.

      After setting his iPad on the coffee table, Marsh fished Rocket out from his hidey-hole to plop him back on the sofa, then trudged to the kitchen, where he’d left his truck keys.

      Honestly, even if Wallace hadn’t been adamant about Marsh apologizing, he’d planned on it anyway. Leaving Effie in the lurch hadn’t been cool.

      On the way to her and Mabel’s place, he got stuck behind a school bus. This far out on their dead-end road, it no doubt carried Effie’s sons.

      Strange, but being around them hadn’t dredged up the same stinging frustration that spending time with Effie’s baby girl had. Maybe because Tucker had died so young, Marsh hadn’t had the privilege of seeing him at the stage where Colt and Remington now were.

      He hung back—not just to avoid the dust cloud the vehicle raised on the dirt road, but to gain time to gather his composure.

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