The Wedding At Seagrove (South Carolina Sunsets Book 5)

by Rachel Hanna

  “Don’t get me distracted,” SuAnn said, waving her hand at Darcy.

  She poured and stirred and whisked and fretted, but it started to come together. Every so often, she would cut her eyes over at Henrietta to see what she was doing, but old Hen had her flour and sugar bags stacked up so SuAnn couldn’t see what she was doing. She would occasionally glare in SuAnn’s direction too.

  “Twenty-two minutes left, ladies,” the announcer called.

  “Are you good?” Darcy asked.

  “I think so. Pie’s in the oven, looks to be cooking just fine. I’m going to start making the whipped cream now.”

  “Don’t forget that adjustment we made in the maple syrup flavoring.”

  SuAnn nodded. “You’re right. Thanks for the reminder.”

  It was like a boxing match where Darcy was her corner coach, reminding her of the best way to knock out old Henny. She loved it. As much as she’d promised Janine that she wouldn’t get into trouble and ruin their reputation in Seagrove, she still wanted to win, fair and square.

  “Oh no…” she heard Henrietta say under her breath. The woman next to her tried not to make eye contact. Nobody really seemed to like old Hen. Too curious, SuAnn finally looked over at her.

  “What’s the matter, Hen?”

  “Henrietta,” she said through gritted teeth.

  “Never mind.”

  After a long pause, Henrietta turned to her, a fake smile on her face. “Sorry, SuAnn,” she said in that sickeningly sweet Southern accent. “I’m just stressed to the max over here. You see, it seems I’ve forgotten my vanilla extract that I desperately need for my whipped topping. My pie just won’t have a chance without it.” She leaned over and whispered, “It’s my secret ingredient.”

  Suddenly, SuAnn felt frozen in time. For the first time in her life, she had an obvious decision between good and evil. On the one hand, she could refuse to let Hen borrow her vanilla extract and gain an advantage for her own pie. On the other hand, she was trying to grow as a human being, and wouldn’t depriving her arch nemesis of borrowing her vanilla be an evil thing to do?

  Darcy leaned over to SuAnn’s ear. “Did she just ask to borrow something?”

  “Yep,” SuAnn whispered back.

  “You’re not going to let her, are you?”

  “You don’t think I should?”

  “Of course not! You’ll win for sure if hers doesn’t come out right.”

  SuAnn sucked in a deep breath. “For once in my life, Darcy, I think I’ll be the bigger person.” She turned and handed the vanilla extract to Hen before going back to her own whipped topping. Hen stood there for a moment, like she was shocked, before turning back to her station.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” Darcy lamented.

  “Well, I’d rather win fair and square than let Hen have an excuse for why she didn’t win.”

  Maybe she was actually growing as a person after all.

  Dawson leaned against the tree, watching the kids play a game of kickball out in his side yard. That was something he thought he would never see, not having any kids of his own. But he had to admit it was fun to hear their laughter and watch them enjoy his property.

  “Have you ever seen that much energy in one place in your life?” Amy asked as she walked up next to him.

  He chuckled. “I don't think so. But I love it.”

  “Do you have any kids?”

  Dawson shook his head. “No, I don't. Always wanted some, though.”

  “I have three at home myself. They bring a lot of joy to life, but they are the hardest work I've ever done. Sometimes, I go to my job to get a break,” she said, laughing.

  “Yeah, I can imagine having three of them is a lot of work. I think I'd be happy with just one. But, I'm a single guy in my forties, so I don't think that's happening anytime soon.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know about that. You know, there's always adoption.”

  Dawson turned and looked at her, still leaning against the tree. “You mean they’d let somebody like me adopt?”

  “Are you some sort of serial killer?”

  He laughed. “Not yet. But I guess I just thought that they were more looking for families with a mom and dad. Or even single mothers. I don't hear a whole lot of middle-aged single men adopting.”

  “Well, it's certainly less common, but we have more and more of that. All sorts of people adopt. Gay couples, single men, single women, families with a mother and a father. It really runs the gamut.”

  “That's good to hear. I mean, kids just need a happy, healthy home.”

  “So, what are you thinking?”

  “About?”

  “Are you open to that idea?”

  He smiled slightly. “I don't know. It certainly has me thinking. Getting to know these kids has really opened my mind in several ways.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, take Dylan over there. I've spent a lot of time with that kid this week. Sitting out there on that dock fishing made me feel like I had a son of my own. I was actually imparting some wisdom to him,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Yeah, I've noticed that you and Dylan really have a bond. He needs that. His father was a pretty major drug addict, and when he took his life a few months ago, he left Dylan here without anyone. He has no family, and he was thrown into the foster system in the blink of an eye. And trust me, the foster system is broken. We have a lot of good foster parents, but we also have a lot of them who aren't so good.”

  “I've been doing some reading online about that. Maybe I could become a foster parent at some point.”

  “Or, maybe you could become Dylan's dad.”

  Dawson looked at her, his mouth dropping open slightly. “What?”

  “Pardon me for saying so, Dawson, but you already have a connection with Dylan. He needs a home. A kid his age already has trouble finding adoptive parents, and it seems like you might be a good match for him. I saw him immediately connect with you even on the second day.”

  “Listen, I love the kid to death. I really do. Anybody would be proud to have him as their son, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. I don't want to mess him up.”

  “It sounds like you might just have a little anxiety about becoming a father. Give it some thought. I don't want to push you. We never want to do that because we want every home to be a permanent, loving home for a kid. But my gut tells me that you becoming Dylan's dad would be the best thing that happened for both of you.”

  She patted his arm as she walked away, and Dawson couldn't help but think about what she’d said. The idea had already been planted in his head by Janine the other day, and now here he was faced with the actual opportunity of adopting Dylan. Would Dylan want that? Would Dawson be a good dad to an eight-year-old boy? And how would that affect his relationship with Julie? After all, her kids were grown and she had a grandchild now. How would she feel about him having an eight-year-old son to raise?

  Why was it that life always seemed so overly complicated? He remembered something his granny had told him years ago. She said, "Dawson, all the best things in life are the most complicated. That's why they're the best things."

  That statement seemed truer than ever right now.

  Julie walked down the street, opting to walk to Dawson's house instead of drive her car. Tonight, she just needed to clear her mind. Everything Dixie and Janine had talked to her about in the last couple of weeks was making her head swirl. She loved Dawson, and she would never want to lose her relationship with him. But was she ready to get married again? Was she ready to open her heart and her life in that way?

  To some extent, having two houses and somewhat separate lives gave her the ability to keep control. But how much control did you really have when you were in love with someone? If she lost him, she would be devastated. Having a piece of paper to say that they were married wouldn't take that devastation away.

  The other side of it was she didn't even know if he wanted to get married. It sounded
like he did, but maybe he was just looking to live together or to have more time together. She couldn't assume that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

  As she walked along, the sandy road below her feet, she could hear the sound of children laughing in the distance at Dawson's house. When she really thought about it, it made her sad that he had never had the opportunity to be a father. He would've been a great dad. She often imagined him with a little girl, looking up at him with those loving eyes, asking to dance with him at some father-daughter dance.

  And then sometimes she imagined a little boy, looking up at his dad as he learned to fish out in the beautiful waters of the marsh, the cordgrass swaying in the breeze. There was so much he had missed out on, and she felt bad for that imaginary child who never got the opportunity to have Dawson as their father.

  Her whole life might've been different if they had met when they were younger. But if she’d never met and married Michael, she wouldn't have Colleen and Meg and now Vivi. So she couldn't regret any of her past decisions because they led to her life right now.

  She was a big believer in fate, and things happening the way they were supposed to. And, for reasons she would never really understand, she wasn't supposed to meet Dawson until her marriage fell apart. Life wasn't always a linear path to success or happiness. And it didn't always make logical sense.

  As she approached the house, she saw Dawson sitting on the dock with a little boy by himself. They were casting their fishing lines into the water, laughing occasionally. She watched as Dawson would take the little boy’s pole, untangle the line and help him throw it back out again. He sat there, so patient and kind, helping to teach him how to bait the hook.

  She crouched behind one of the dunes and listened as Dawson talked to him. It was a side of him she hadn't really seen, other than little glimpses of when he would play with Vivi. But she was a baby, and Julie had never seen his interaction with a little kid before.

  “I don't think I'm going to get new parents,” the little boy said. Julie's heart suddenly ached with a type of pain she never felt before. What a terrible burden for a little kid to have on his shoulders at such a young age.

  “You don't know that, Dylan. God might have other plans for you. You just have to keep up the faith.”

  A tear formed in Julie's eye. Dawson was such a good man, and it must've been very painful for him to sit there and hear this little boy talk about never having a family again.

  She didn't know the boy’s situation at all, but any kid in foster care must have felt so left behind. Julie couldn’t imagine living without a family.

  “Everybody that meets me doesn't want me, though. I try to be good, but they just never come back.”

  “You're a good kid, and the perfect mom or dad is going to come along and scoop you up very soon.”

  “Mr. Dawson, do you promise?”

  “I promise, Dylan. And I'll even say an extra prayer for you tonight, okay?”

  Dylan looked up at Dawson, those big eyes taking in everything he said. “Okay. I believe you then.”

  Julie slid down and sat on the dune, her arms pulling her knees up toward her chest. She descended into a puddle of quiet tears, hoping no one could see or hear her until she could collect herself. Sometimes, life just wasn't fair.

  Chapter Nine

  SuAnn couldn’t believe it. For once, she’d done the right thing, and it had cost her the whole competition. She knew she should’ve told Henrietta Bankston to kiss her hindquarters when she asked to borrow that vanilla extract.

  “I told you not to do it,” Darcy said, as they cleaned up the cooking area.

  “Stop being a know-it-all. It’s not becoming.” SuAnn threw the rest of her ingredients into her basket. “Let’s get out of here before I smack somebody.”

  She and Darcy started walking toward the large set of double glass doors leading to the parking lot, but not before Henrietta could make one more jab.

  “Better luck next time, ladies,” she said with a big fake smile on her face. “Hard to beat a twelve-time champion.”

  SuAnn rolled her eyes. “Congratulations, Hen. Enjoy that spa day. I recommend anything that will help with wrinkles.”

  Without missing a beat, she turned and walked out the door with Darcy hot on her heels.

  “Gosh, I love you,” Darcy said when they got to the car.

  “I swear, that woman is infuriating. I helped her win, and she just acted like a horse’s ass. Who does that? Obviously, her momma never swatted her legs with a switch.”

  Darcy giggled. “You’re all riled up, aren’t you?”

  “I feel like drinking an entire bottle of cheap wine and eating every poundcake in the bakery.”

  “Well, then, let’s get to it!” Darcy said, taking the keys from her.

  “I wasn’t being serious.”

  “You deserve it. You did a great job, and I tasted those other pies. None of them had a thing on you. That whole thing was rigged.”

  SuAnn looked at her. “You think so?”

  “Absolutely. Her pie tasted like crap. Excuse my language, but it did.”

  SuAnn wasn’t sure if she was just trying to make her feel better or if she really meant it. Either way, the idea of drinking some wine and filling up on sugary carbs had grabbed her attention. She’d have to think about the pie bakeoff conspiracy later.

  “I’m telling you, it was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen in my life, Dixie. My heart melted and then broke.”

  Dixie opened the roll of quarters and dumped them into the register. “Dawson has a heart of gold. He wants to help everyone in need.”

  “True,” Julie said as she straightened a new shelf display of gardening books. “But, this was more than that. He’s developed a strong bond with that little boy, and I worry how they’re both going to feel when camp is over tomorrow.”

  “You think he’s interested in being a foster parent or something?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “How would you feel about that?”

  Julie thought for a moment. “I have no idea. I’ve never considered something like that, honestly. I raised my girls, but it never occurred to me to take in more kids. I suppose that’s selfish.”

  Dixie chuckled. “No, darlin’, that’s not selfish. Not everyone is in a position to foster children.”

  “But, I was, Dixie. I had money. I had a nice home, access to great schools. Michael and I were in good health. We could’ve done it, but it just never dawned on me. I was living in this little suburban bubble that included mostly vapid women playing bunco and taking tennis lessons.”

  Dixie stared at her for a moment. “Boy, it’s hard to imagine you in that life. You fit in here like a duck on water.”

  Julie considered that a high compliment. “I can’t relate to it anymore either. I guess when you have your life all set up and things are easy, you just keep doing the same thing day after day. I had a housekeeper, Agnes, who I loved. Aside from that, I had a bunch of ‘friends’ that weren’t really friends.”

  “This life is the only one I’ve known,” Dixie said, shrugging her shoulders.

  Julie smiled. “Trust me, this life is a real life. What I was living was just a facade. Fake friends. Fake marriage. Fake happiness.”

  “And now?”

  She sat with that question for a moment and then grinned. “Just a beautiful, real, simple little life. I love it.”

  “So, what about the whole thing with Dawson?”

  “I don’t even know what he’s considering, if anything. I might just be over-thinking the whole thing.”

  Dixie pointed to Julie’s chest. “I think your heart is telling you something. I’ve always found it’s best to listen.”

  She knew Dixie was right. She always was. But, Julie didn’t know what Dawson wanted. She didn’t even know what she wanted. As usual, her life seemed to be taking another strange turn.

  William had never been more nervous in his life. He sat
on his newly refurbished boat and waited for what he hoped would be his first group of charter customers. They had called the day before wanting a trip out to the marsh for a guy’s bachelor party. Apparently, this group wasn’t into drinking and strippers. They had fishing on their minds, and that was fine with William.

  “Pssttt…” he heard from the bushes near the dock. Janine poked her head up, all of that curly hair flopping around in the breeze. He loved her hair, even though it ended up everywhere, like a calling card that she left behind to let people know she’d been there.

  “What are you doing over there?” he asked, laughing. She popped up and held out a brown paper bag.

  “I brought you a sandwich, some chips and a water for your first trip!” She walked onto the boat and handed it to him.

  “You made me a sandwich?” Janine wasn’t exactly an expert in the kitchen. She could fold her body into a million yoga poses, and she was one of the kindest people he’d ever met. But food preparation? No.

  “Fine. Julie made it for me, but I got the ingredients out of the fridge for her.”

  William chuckled and kissed her nose. “It’s the thought that counts. Thank you for bringing this to me because I did forget to eat this morning. Don’t you have class soon?”

  “I do. But, I couldn’t let this momentous day pass without telling you how incredibly proud I am of you, Will.” She leaned against the railing. “You took a leap of faith, and I know how hard that is to do. You’re going to be successful with this, but, more importantly, you’re going to be happy. And that’s all that counts. The rest will fall into place.”

  He hugged her tightly. “I love you, Janine.”

  “Even though I can’t cook, can barely boil an egg and I had to ask Julie where we kept the bread?”

  He chuckled. “Especially because of those things.” He looked up and saw his charter group walking down the dock.