Her reasoning irritated him. "Don't you think that was rather selfish?"
"No." Corrie would not back down. "I was young and immature," she said. "I had all I could deal with already. I couldn't handle you being in the center of the situation. Gloria feels the same way. Chad is out of her life. He, too, is involved with someone else. Gloria feels as I did-that she'd rather deal with this on her own."
Hearing her so coldly cut out Chad, just as Corrie had eliminated him from the equation, made the decision easy for Roy. He came to his feet and stalked out of the house.
"Roy!" his wife called after him. "Don't do this. Please...don't do this," she wailed.
Roy ignored her, climbed into his car and drove off. He couldn't say he looked forward to meeting Chad Timmons. The task of informing the other man that he was about to become a father wouldn't be pleasant.
He drove into Tacoma and parked at the hospital. His visit was brief. He left a message for Chad with the receptionist, asking the doctor to meet him at a tavern close to the hospital. Whether or not Chad decided to show up was his choice. If he didn't arrive within half an hour of the end of his shift-which the receptionist had told him was 4:00 p.m.-Roy would take that to mean Chad wasn't interested in talking to him. In that case, he wouldn't pursue the issue. Corrie and Gloria would get their wish. But, by the same token, Roy would feel he'd done what he had to do.
He sat at a table in the darkened room and ordered a beer. He wasn't much of a drinking man. Never had been, but there were occasions that seemed to call for it. This was one of them.
He'd drunk about half his beer when the door opened and Dr. Chad Timmons entered. They'd met briefly at the opening of the medical clinic, and Roy recognized him immediately. The younger man paused near the entrance and looked around.
Roy raised his chin just enough for Timmons to spot him.
Chad walked the length of the room and stood in front of him. "You wanted to speak to me?" he asked defensively.
Roy gestured toward the chair.
Chad ignored the silent invitation to join him. "What's this about?"
"Sit down, son."
With obvious reluctance he pulled out a chair and sat.
"You know my daughter," Roy said without emotion.
"I know both your daughters," Chad returned.
For a moment Roy had forgotten that at one time Linnette had been infatuated with Chad.
"Has something happened to Gloria?" Chad asked. A look of concern passed over his face.
Roy managed to disguise a smile. "That's one way of putting it." He caught the bartender's eye, lifted his nearly empty glass and held up two fingers. A minute later, two pints were delivered to their table.
"I didn't ask for this," Chad said, still sounding defensive.
Roy resisted the urge to suggest he was going to need it. Instead, he offered the other man a few words of advice. "Don't turn down a free beer."
Chad cracked a smile.
"Would you mind if I told you a story about me?" Roy asked.
Chad motioned for him to proceed.
"Corrie and I were college sweethearts. I was playing for the football team and became a bit of a campus celebrity. I'm afraid I let that attention go to my head."
"It can happen easily enough," Chad said. He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table.
"Especially when one of the sexiest cheerleaders on the squad made a play for me."
"Hey, you're only human."
"Yeah, only human." Roy wasn't proud of this next part. "I broke up with Corrie. As they say, I had bigger fish to fry. I knew I'd hurt her and I felt bad about that, but Alicia-the cheerleader-made it clear she didn't like competition."
Chad grinned as if he understood Roy's quandary. "It was either one or the other, right?"
"You've got the picture." Roy paused and sipped his beer. "Corrie left school and I have to tell you I was relieved not to see her around campus. Especially after Alicia dumped me."
"Any particular reason you lost the cheerleader?"
Roy nodded. "I got hurt, put on injured reserved. My star had fallen. Alicia moved on."
"Bigger fish?"
"You bet." Roy's hand tightened around the beer mug. "I decided that if I was going into law enforcement, I couldn't risk another injury. So I gave up sports and concentrated on my studies."
"You joined the Seattle police force, didn't you?"
Roy nodded. "I made detective."
Chad arched his brows.
"That injury returned to haunt me years later, when I hurt my back during a chase, and it led to my taking early retirement. But that's another story."
"Is there a point to this story?" Chad asked.
"Oh, yes, there's a point. I'll get to it in a minute."
Chad lifted his mug. "If you're buying the beer, take as long as you want."
Roy chuckled, relaxing against the back of the captain's chair. "I ran into Corrie on campus a short while later. That was the following year. We met at the library. When I saw her again, I was stunned by how beautiful she was. How genuine. I couldn't believe I'd left her for someone as superficial as Alicia."
"I'm surprised Corrie would have anything to do with you."
Roy had to agree. "She didn't make it easy. I sort of accidentally on purpose showed up at the library every night, about the same time I knew she'd be there."
"Smart man."
"I didn't make detective on looks alone."
Chad grinned.
"Eventually Corrie realized I was serious and agreed to go out with me again. I didn't make the same mistake twice, and just before I graduated I asked her to be my wife."
"Now that was a good move."
"I couldn't agree with you more." Roy straightened and stared down at his beer. "The night before we were married, Corrie told me that when she'd gone home to live with her family she'd given birth to my baby." He made eye contact with Chad.
"Gloria."
"Yes, Gloria. I didn't know I had a daughter until after she'd been given up for adoption." Chad frowned.
"Like her mother, Gloria tends to be...cautious with what she shares. Private."
"Yes, she does," Chad said.
Uncertain how to lead into the purpose of his visit, Roy met Chad's eyes again. "She says you're seeing someone else now."
Chad held his look. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss my personal life."
"That's fine with me. However, before I say anything more, I want to tell you that I'm taking a huge risk seeing you this afternoon."
"How so?"
"My wife is dead set against it, and when Gloria finds out she'll probably never speak to me again."
"She came to see me." Chad took a sip of his beer. "About three weeks ago."
"So she said. Did you ever ask her why?"
"I know why. She changed her mind again. Frankly, she's done this to me twice and I'm through playing her games. If she sent you to talk to me, then you've wasted your money on good beer." He paused, as though everything was beginning to add up. "But you said she might not appreciate the fact that you came to see me, so what's up?"
Roy ignored the question. "I came because I wasn't going to sit idly by and let history repeat itself."
Chad stared at him.
"Are you that obtuse, young man?" Roy asked.
Chad's mouth fell open. It seemed to hit him all at once. His chest expanded and then as quickly deflated. He stood, thrust his hands in his pockets and walked around the table.
"Another beer?" the bartender called out.
Roy shook his head.
"Bring me a shot of whiskey," Chad told him, and then, looking at Roy, he said, "Never mind. Just bring the bottle."
Thirty-Five.
Mack had always assumed it was the bride who'd be nervous, not the groom. He certainly didn't expect to be the one pacing back and forth an hour before the wedding. Everything had come together so quickly that his mind was spinning. Once Mary Jo had agreed to marry him-and once they'd told his mother-the wedding seemed to take on a momentum of its own. But the best news was that Ben Rhodes had gotten David to agree to sign relinquishment papers, although he hadn't told anyone how he'd managed it or what he'd said. It had happened the day of another wedding-Troy and Faith's. Some people, like his father, thought Ben had offered David an incentive; others, like Jack Griffin, believed he'd used some kind of leverage. All Mack cared about, however, was the fact that he could now adopt Noelle.
Linnette and Pete's plan to visit Cedar Cove in early August made the choice of a wedding date easier. If his sister and new brother-in-law were going to be in Cedar Cove, he and Mary Jo should take advantage of it.
Once the date was set, the details all seemed to fall into place. A whirlwind of events followed. His mother had arranged the reception and hired a photographer, while Mary Jo and Linc's wife, Lori, worked on the wedding dress. Lori had designed it and had seen to its completion in record time. According to Mary Jo, Lori was immensely talented, not that Mack knew anything about women's clothing. Although he hadn't actually seen this work-of-art wedding creation, he'd certainly heard enough about it from Mary Jo.
In getting all the arrangements made for the wedding, they'd also attended premarriage classes with Pastor Dave Flemming for two weeks. The sessions had seemed like a waste of time and effort when the pastor first mentioned them. Now that they were over, Mack was happy Dave had urged them to attend. Of the many things they'd discussed, the one that stuck in his mind was the way that assumptions could be detrimental to relationships. Assumptions about themselves and each other.
The six hour-long meetings with the pastor had made him aware of various issues between him and Mary Jo. Issues that could lead to contentious problems later on. Like his tendency to be overprotective and Mary Jo's to withhold her feelings. He was grateful to have had this opportunity to prepare for marriage and felt confident that they had a good chance of making their life together work.
"You okay?" His father stepped into the small vestibule behind the altar where Mack waited. Waited and paced. He'd sit down and then vault to his feet and resume pacing.
"I'm fine." He heard the hesitation in his own voice.
Roy chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Linc will be here in less than ten minutes, so you can stop worrying."
Linc Wyse would serve as Mack's best man, and Lori was standing up as Mary Jo's matron of honor.
"You mean to say he's not here yet?" Mack stopped abruptly. He'd been so consumed with his own nervousness that he hadn't realized his best man hadn't shown up.
"Everything's going to be just fine," Roy assured him, grinning widely.
Mack scowled at his father. "I don't know why you think this is so funny."
"Sorry, I can't help it. This wedding business brings up a lot of memories. I was a nervous wreck before I married your mother, too. In fact, I nearly fainted at the altar."
Mack could hardly believe that his highly competent, unflappable father had ever been nervous about anything, let alone his own wedding.
"Your mother was so beautiful I couldn't keep my eyes off her and when it came time to repeat my vows I was so tongue-tied-"
"Dad, stop it," Mack said. He was already having enough difficulties; he didn't need his father regaling him with horror stories just before his wedding.
"Sorry, son." Roy did have the good grace to look guilty.
"Where's Mom?" Mack asked, hoping a change of subject would settle his mind.
Appearing cool and relaxed, his father sat on the chair so recently vacated by Mack and crossed his legs. "She's with Charlotte Rhodes, getting everything set up for the reception."
The church had agreed to let Mack and Mary Jo use the Fellowship Hall following the wedding for their reception. Mack would have liked the waterfront gazebo, but that had been reserved months earlier by another couple, as was nearly every other facility in town. When Pastor Flemming had offered them the Fellowship Hall, it had been a big relief to his mother, who'd been working diligently on the problem.
"Why is Charlotte Rhodes helping Mom with the reception?" he asked.
His father gave him an odd look. "She baked the wedding cakes."
Mack remembered that now-or at least the part about Charlotte doing the baking. She was justly famous for her culinary skills. "Cakes, as in more than one?" If he distracted himself with details, he might actually get through this wedding without making an idiot of himself.
"Apparently you and Mary Jo are going to have one big cake and three smaller ones."
"We are?" Mack didn't recall that. "Why?"