by Betty Bolte
When they mutually ended the kiss, they contemplated each other for a minute, a soft smile on their lips.
“I do believe you’ve helped me find the light at the end of the tunnel.” Meredith rested her hands on Max’s chest, his heart thudding against her palms. “Thank you.”
He inclined his head and winked. “The pleasure is definitely all mine, my lady.”
“What do we do now?” She traced a finger across his polo shirt, circling one button with her pinky. He’d broken through her defenses, awakened her to feelings and sensations she’d attempted to bury after all she’d been through. Now her body sang with need, want, desire. She could fly she felt so free and happy.
“Whatever feels right.” He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then pressed a long kiss to her mouth.
She returned his kiss, savoring the physical connection almost as much as the sense he meant what he said. Knowing she needed him as much as he needed her. She ended the lip lock, took his hand with a wink, and led him, unprotesting, upstairs.
Chapter 18
Meredith raised the window two inches, allowing the early morning breeze to flow through the sewing room. She returned to the rocking chair, sipped from her coffee mug, and stared at the stack of Grandpa Joe’s journals and letters. Beside them, Grandma O’Connell’s research binder was open, white pages filled with notes from her efforts.
Since Meredith intended to restore Twin Oaks, the contents of those pages and pages of information became source material for matching the present to the past appearance of the house. Grandpa Joe’s journals reflected his view of the layout and contents. The many letters included references to who visited, what they did while there, and also the ambiance the visitors sensed about the house. Plus, the genealogical research showed the number and categories of residents as well as their occupations. A virtual treasure trove for the renovation expert to delve into for specific nuances to the completed restoration.
She set her mug back on the table and lifted a leather-bound journal. Laying it on her lap, she ran a hand over the embossed cover. Would she ever tire of pausing for a moment to ruminate upon holding the same book as her ancestor? Ever since Paulette pointed out she was about to dispose of her Grandma’s books—ones Grandma held near and dear—Meredith had developed a sense of connection through the paper and leather and ink. If only there were a way to establish that same sense of connection for all her descendants so no one else would ever propose to do what she’d briefly considered.
“Hey,” Paulette said, sauntering into the parlor. She carried a sketch pad, several pages flipped open, a pencil in hand. “What are you doing in here?”
“Thinking.” Meredith laid the journal back on the stack. She raised an eyebrow at the sketch pad. “What’s up?”
“I thought I’d try my hand at designing again. Have I lost my touch?” She turned the pad to face Meredith.
The dress featured a flouncy skirt and fitted bodice with tulle overlay and cap sleeves. The heart-shaped outline to the bodice featured a plunging neckline, which would highlight a woman’s décolletage, though the overlay softened the effect to a more feminine allure.
“That’s beautiful.” Meredith rose to move closer for a better view. “If the skirt were floor-length, you could also use it for a prom gown.”
Paulette examined the drawing and then smiled. “Yes, a few tweaks here and there and I could also make this a formal, or even convert it into a hoop-skirt design. Brilliant.”
Meredith stilled, her thoughts racing.
“What?” Paulette asked. “You look like you’re far away all of a sudden.”
She blinked and then smiled. “I have an idea.”
Paulette raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“We could make Twin Oaks into a partial B&B with a small museum dedicated to Twin Oaks history. Maybe even host reenactments of the Civil War encampment and balls.” She waited for Paulette to follow her reasoning. “You know, with the ladies dressed in their finest and the gentlemen in uniforms and suits?”
“You want me to design the dresses?” Paulette’s smile illuminated her entire face.
Meredith bobbed her head. “We could make this place our home as well as our business. What do you think?”
She squinted at Meredith. “Are you asking me to stay? Permanently?”
“Yes, if you want to.” Meredith grinned. “And your baby, of course. I can help you raise him or her. We’d have Meg and Sean to help, as well.”
“And Max? What about him?”
“I don’t know, but will you stay? Please?”
“But why, Mer? You told me you’d strangle me if we ever lived under the same roof again. And we nearly did. So why now?”
Meredith hugged her and then stepped back. “Because even though we may not always see eye to eye, we are sisters. We’re family, and family sticks together. I hope we can be friends once more.”
A long moment of silence followed, with the two women eyeing each other. Meredith hoped Paulette would agree, because her plan solved all their problems for a change, rather than creating more of them. She waited, wanting her to weigh the pros and cons and make a choice like she had when deciding to raise her child. Meredith appreciated the difficulties her decision would bring, but with all of them working together, the hardships would be minimized.
Paulette nodded with a smile. “Yes, and thank you, Mer.”
Meredith hugged her, holding on longer than she’d hugged anyone in years. After several minutes, she ended the embrace and stepped back. “Come on, we have work to do.”
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The next day the house was almost returned to normal. New glass panes had been installed and only the scarred floorboards recalled to mind the terror of the tornado. Meredith closed the journal she’d been reading, rocking back in her grandmother’s favorite chair. The sun streamed through the sewing-room windows, beckoning to her. She pushed to her feet and down the hall to the kitchen.
Walking outside, she drank in the sense of solitude and serenity gracing the property. She’d heard on the news the night before that the tornado that rampaged through her part of the county classified as an EF1. Not such a big event in the grand scheme of things, but certainly big enough to shake them up. The stone foundation that once supported the graceful gazebo appeared stark in the afternoon light as she walked by. Locating the artisan to recreate the elaborate ironwork to decorate the roof would take time. But she had all the time in the world. She grinned at the thought.
Sean had cleaned up the yard and cemetery faster than she’d ever believed possible. He’d even managed to straighten the fence, though some of the iron showed stress marks from the twisting and untwisting. More reminders of how Twin Oaks had suffered and grown stronger as a result. She pushed open the back gate and emerged into the expanse of the meadow. The waving grasses had dried out since the severe weather passed through. If not for the barren gazebo foundation in the middle of the yard, no one would ever know anything bad had occurred. She spotted her objective, standing sentinel in the center of the field, and strode toward it.
The fairy tree’s gnarled trunk and branching limbs welcomed her. She laid a hand against the bark, the rough textures familiar beneath her roaming fingertips. As she gazed up through the mass of green leaves, two puffy white clouds floated across the bright sky. This small tree represented both the passing of time and the sense of time standing still. As it grew a little each year, it marked the passage of the days and weeks. Likewise, the longer it graced the meadow, it represented the constant presence of the O’Connell family. Must be the fairy’s magic that enabled one living thing to encompass both concepts.
“Dear fairies, wherever you may be,” Meredith said, grasping a branch with both hands, “I’ve come out here today to thank you. You’ve watched over us, me and my ancestors, for many generations. You’ve protected Twin Oaks and all it stands for, and I’m deeply grateful.”
The late spring sun held more heat than p
reviously, making her forehead bead with sweat. No, that wasn’t right. Her Grandma had always said Southern women do not sweat, they glisten. She smiled. Okay, so she was glistening. A lot.
A cool breeze lifted the hair from her warm neck, sending a delightful shiver through her. The meadow stretched in all directions from this point where she stood. Much like her view of her future. Her options had increased tenfold since making the decision to move to Twin Oaks permanently. Her boss hadn’t been too happy. She mentally shrugged. He’d get over it. After all, she could design multimillion-dollar homes for the firm from wherever she lived. More to the point, though, relying on her creativity brought her much more satisfaction than she’d thought possible. And, of course, her commitment to Paulette’s and the baby’s future played a significant part in her decision.
She wondered again whether the child would be a girl or a boy. She’d welcome her or him no matter. In addition to reconnecting with her parents, she’d rediscovered her sister, and in six and a half months she’d become an aunt. She’d also discovered all the people who, though not related by blood, figured into her larger family. Meg, Sean, Sue, Jeremy.
A blues riff drifted on the afternoon breeze. She scanned the meadow, letting her gaze pick out details she’d skimmed over in the past. Daffodils and jonquils littered one corner of the meadow, their cheery yellow and white blossoms vivid against the green grasses. Many other wildflowers dotted the expanse, their tiny spots of color dancing in the gentle wind. The breeze turned cool. Her gaze darted across the field, finally landing on what she equated to the cooler temperature.
In the shade of the old magnolias, Grace paused regally, a smile on her lips. Her sequined gown glittered in the shadows of the tree. She nodded at Meredith and then turned as though she’d heard someone call her name. Following her glance, Meredith gasped. Standing deeper in the shade of the magnolia, Joe waited. He was striking in his Confederate uniform, saber at his side and a wide red sash around his waist. He saluted Meredith, a crisp movement of his right hand. Then he lowered his hand and extended it toward Grace, palm up. Grace smiled at Meredith once more, hiked her skirt and walked to Joe. Taking his hand, she let him tuck her hand around his elbow. He gave Meredith one last nod and a smile before they turned and strolled into the cemetery. Slowly their image dissolved.
Meredith’s smile remained intact long after they had disappeared. She marveled at how she’d helped them to find lasting peace at Twin Oaks, something she’d dreamed of happening for her as well. And she could finally admit she found happiness despite her best efforts to destroy the very thing instilling peace within her.
The crunch of tires on gravel drew her attention to the pickup truck coming up the drive. Max’s green vehicle bounced slowly closer. Not wanting to return to the house quite yet, Meredith figured Paulette would let him know where she’d gone. The day proved too lovely, the tree too inviting for her to stay inside.
She grabbed a low-hanging branch and swung from it, feeling joy return to reside in her soul. The action reminded her of her tomboy days, days she and Paulette spent together climbing trees, riding bikes, and playing baseball. She pendulum swung a few more times and then dropped to the ground. Lying on her back, she explored the bright blue sky with its scattering of cotton-ball clouds. A pair of turkey buzzards spiraled above her, slowly lowering their flight to determine how tasty she’d be. As children, the two girls used to lure the buzzards in and then jump up to scare them away. Such a morbid game they’d played, but it brought a wry smile to her lips.
Max strode up to where she lay, his footsteps sending small shocks through the ground. “Hey, beautiful.”
She sat up and smiled at him. “Hey, yourself. Care to join me?” She patted the grass beside her, and Max folded his legs to sit down.
“I have some good news.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips, his eyes glowing.
“What’s up?” Meredith put a blade of grass between her thumbs and blew on it, producing a whistling type of sound.
“You’re pretty good.” Max clapped, then sobered. He took her hands, the grass blade fluttering to the ground. “I’ve been made senior partner.”
“Wonderful. Congratulations.” She helped him celebrate with a quick peck on the mouth. “What does that mean?”
“It means the county council passed my ordinance to protect historic homes like Twin Oaks.” He squeezed her hands, pulling her closer to him. “It means I have everything I’ve worked for all my life, except for one very important element.”
“What?” Her heart skipped a beat at the smile illuminating his eyes.
“A wife.”
“Oh.” Her heart fluttered, and she couldn’t prevent a silly grin from emerging on her face.
“So what do you say?”
“About what?”
“You know…”
She shook her head, not wanting to admit she did. But was she ready for such a serious commitment? “You want to move in with me?”
“What? No. That’s not it.”
“Oh. Then what?”
“Will you marry me?”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“This is rather sudden, you have to admit.” She couldn’t let him think she was too eager, right? “Why do you want me to marry you?”
“Because we’re good together.”
“Oh, we make a good team?” Really? There must be more to it. She loved him. But he’d never said how he felt. Marriage didn’t require the couple to love each other. Take all the arranged marriages that had occurred through history for political reasons or merely for convenience. She could only marry for love. Her heart sank. What if he didn’t love her?
“No.” Max scrubbed a hand over his smooth jaw.
“We don’t?”
“Well, yeah, we do, but that’s not why.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “This isn’t coming out the way I’d planned at all.”
“So how did you plan it?”
“I was much more debonair in the truck on the way over here. Let’s start over.” He stood up and then pulled her up beside him. His eyes sobered as he peered at her, taking deep breaths. He squeezed her hands. “Over the last few weeks I’ve discovered something missing in my life. Or more explicitly, someone missing. A woman who challenges me to be more than I could be on my own. A woman to love me and to care for me, and whom I can love and care for. In short, Meredith O’Connell Reed, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life caring for you, laughing with you, loving you. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“You’re sure about this? I don’t want you to rush into something you may regret later.” She fought to keep her expression serious as she gazed at his gorgeous blue eyes, the ones that first caught her notice despite her resolve to never be with another man. She watched his tempting mouth tighten as he considered her question.
“Meredith…”
She bit her lip and then smiled as she punched him on the arm. “Of course, I’ll marry you, you dolt.”
Max let out a whoop, then scooped her into his arms, and swung her around three times. He set her down and drew her into his embrace, kissing her in the shade of the fairy tree.
Meredith’s heart filled to bursting. “I love you, James Maximillian Chandler.”
“I love you, Meredith, and I will until the day I die.”
She kissed him again. “I’ll love you forever. An undying love.”
The End
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Sneak Peek of
Haunted Melody
by Betty Bolté
Paulette eased behind the steering wheel of her little white car. If her belly grew any bigger, she’d have to trade in her favorite vehicle because she wouldn’t fit. Or be stuck at home, waiting for Meredith to take her places. She shifted into drive and jammed down on the accelerator until the tires spun on gravel. Easing off the gas, she drove down the driveway and out onto the highway, heading for Roseville. The tune to Bob Dylan’s “On the Road Again” echoed in her mind. First, she must explore ways to reverse a conjuring spell. If Grandpa wouldn’t cooperate, then she’d have to take matters into her own hands. Poor Meg refused to enter the parlor without either Meredith or Paulette to escort her, which of course meant a disruption to their day. At least their guests had no clue the ghost of her grandfather Patrick had arrived, and she planned to keep it that way.
The Golden Owl Books and Brews boasted an impressive collection of tomes on witchcraft and wizardry. She’d noticed the section when searching for the local history books earlier in the year. Surely the three sisters who ran the place could help her find answers. Although, the last time she’d shopped there with Meredith, they’d hesitated to wait on them. It had been odd, really. The three women had looked askance at them, wary and watchful.