As the meeting ended, he walked over to where his wife was gathering her notes. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stay; he’d given a ride to the Parsons and they were waiting for him.
“Sue?”
She looked up warily. “Yes?”
“Can we talk?”
* * *
A SURGE OF hope hit Mandy when she saw Chris and Susan standing together. Even better, the expressions on their faces weren’t as angry as usual.
They didn’t talk for long and didn’t leave together, but they hadn’t looked as if they were arguing.
Not wanting to pry, she hurried to her office. There was a tap on her door a few minutes later.
“You saw?” Susan asked.
“Yes, you and Chris were talking, not yelling. That seemed positive.”
Susan nodded. “He says he wants to start having real discussions instead of arguments. We’ll see.”
“But that’s good, isn’t it?”
“Probably. No matter what, it’s better for Evan if his parents aren’t at each other’s throats.”
“Do you think Chris wants to get back together?” Mandy asked, hopeful.
“I think it’s what we both want, but there’s a lot of stuff we’ve never dealt with. That’s going to make it harder.”
Mandy grimaced. “Somehow, I thought the marriage you guys had was perfect, or as perfect as any marriage can be. It kind of gave me hope that...” She shrugged.
“Maybe it was in some ways, but mostly because we ignored the problem of living in Willow’s Eve with ‘Big Joe Jensen’ as my father. It would have been best if we’d moved away so it wouldn’t be such a constant boulder in the middle of the road. But we didn’t and now we can’t pretend it away any longer.”
“You want go for ice cream or something?”
“No, I’m bushed. I’m going home for an early night. See you in the morning for coffee.”
“I’ll bring the pastries.”
Susan left and Mandy sat, depression settling over her. It was encouraging to see Chris and Susan making progress. At least they weren’t yelling at each other, or maintaining a stony separate silence, which might have been even worse. But there weren’t going to be any easy fixes for them, or for the town.
The thought kept dogging her that if a couple like the Russells couldn’t work things out, it was hard to see any hope for her and Daniel. It was stupid. She’d already accepted the impossibility of them getting together.
She stared at the picture frame Samantha Whittier had given her on Thanksgiving Day. Inside was a photo of Mandy and the little girl together, a photo Joyce had snapped on Sam’s birthday. Mandy ached when she looked at it. In the picture, Samantha was snuggled close as they smiled into the camera. It was the kind of picture a mother and daughter might have taken, or maybe that was simply Mandy’s imagination.
Children. She’d love to have two or three kids, but she didn’t want to mess up the way her parents had. And she’d want her children to have a dad. Seeing Sam with Daniel was enough to convince her of that. Whatever hang-ups he might have, he was nothing like her own father.
Guilt rose as Mandy thought about her parents. She loved George and Elenora, but being around them was painful. Maybe if she didn’t love them it wouldn’t be so hard.
Her brothers didn’t seem to have a problem visiting. Of course, they’d conformed to what their parents expected. If Jess and Parker didn’t like their roles as dutiful sons, with perfectly conventional lives, they’d never said anything about it. Yet Mandy suspected there had to be a spark of something real beneath their starched facades.
“Hey, Mandy.”
Startled by the unexpected voice, she looked up to see Daniel, and the yearning sensation hit her all over again. Maybe it was because she’d been in Willow’s Eve longer than she normally stayed in a place, but she was beginning to reconsider the idea of marriage and family and all the things that you couldn’t have if you moved every few months.
Perhaps her parents had guessed how she might be feeling. Was that why they’d made a last-ditch effort to push her back into Vince’s arms? Even as she thought it, the absurdity of it struck her. George and Elenora Colson were brilliant in their respective fields, and helpless in relationships. And they lived on the other side of the continent. Besides, Mandy suspected she wouldn’t be thinking this way if it wasn’t for Daniel Whittier and his daughter.
“What’s up?” Daniel asked.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s an odd look on your face.”
She shrugged. Daniel had a habit of knowing when she was upset or distracted, and while it might be a desirable trait in an intimate male companion, it was alarming around someone she wanted to stop caring about.
“I was just thinking about my folks,” she said. “I...uh...think it’s interesting you didn’t like them.”
He stretched and yawned. “No offense, but I didn’t see much to like,” he acknowledged candidly. “They come off as very rigid and determined to control you and their world. I admit liking a measure of control myself, but they’re beyond extreme.”
Mandy scrunched her nose. “Accountability was one of their favorite words when I was a kid. If anything went wrong, the next question was, ‘Who is responsible?’”
“Unless there’s a lesson to be learned like teaching a kid not to burn themselves, assigning blame is less important than dealing with whatever went wrong. Besides, things go wrong. It isn’t always a case of fault.”
“I know, but they can’t accept that. My parents feel someone is at fault...and rarely think it’s them. I think they believe that if you do everything right, you have power over a situation.”
“So if things didn’t go the way they wanted, there was a guilt trip waiting for someone?”
“Yeah, and it usually seemed to be me. That may not be true, but it feels true.”
Daniel frowned. “Mandy, if things go badly in the water issue, it doesn’t mean anyone is particularly at fault. And it isn’t a reason to run away.”
“Of course not,” she said, wondering if he’d deliberately prodded her in a vulnerable spot.
* * *
DANIEL GLANCED AT his watch.
He’d told Samantha he hoped to be home in time to tuck her into bed, though the meeting had gone too late for that to happen. Now he was alone in the building with Mandy...and fighting vivid memories of the previous night. Hell, he wasn’t an out-of-control teenager any longer, but his body was reacting as if he was seventeen again.
“Do you have work to finish up here?” he asked.
For some reason, Mandy’s smile had a curious, gallant bravery to it. “Nope, I’m coming. You don’t have to do the gentlemanly thing and wait it out.”
“Do you have anything against a man behaving as a gentleman?”
Her eyebrow arched. “Not at all.”
Standing, Mandy flicked off her coffeemaker. Daniel automatically lifted her coat off its hook and held it out, watching as she slid her arms into the sleeves and lifted her silky hair over the collar. His muscles clenched as she suddenly turned and kissed him, her soft lips opening under his before she stepped away.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I couldn’t resist.”
“It felt good,” Daniel admitted, though it had intensified the grinding ache in his groin.
He walked Mandy to the parking lot and stood for a long moment after she drove down the street. He struggled to collect his thoughts.
One of the advantages of being the city manager in Willow’s Eve was that he no longer worked twelve hours a day, with a commute through the city afterward. Evenings like tonight were an exception, rather than the rule, and Sam was ecstatic to have him home so much. She wanted to stay in Willow’s Eve for “always and always” and pouted a little w
hen he reminded her they might move the following year.
A sane workday was just one of the things Daniel was learning to appreciate about the rural community. But should he stay, or did he still care about his goal to manage a large city someday? And that question stood apart from what was going on between him and Mandy.
He wanted to believe it was a good sign that Mandy had resolved to see the water issue through. But what if things didn’t go well and folks were unhappy with how it had been handled? Her pattern was to move to fresh territory, where the ambiguities of life didn’t have to be endured. Not that her brief marriage was an indicator—from what she had said, it had been a mistake from the beginning—but if Mandy wouldn’t stay in a job that involved problems and awkwardness, was there any hope she’d stick around to deal with issues as a wife? Even the best relationships had problems, some level of...messiness.
Daniel sighed and climbed into his Jeep.
Ever since his divorce, he’d been reminding himself the risk of any relationship would impact Sam, as well. And he couldn’t bear to see his daughter hurt again.
* * *
SUSAN GOT TRAPPED for over an hour by Margaret Hanson and her husband in the City Hall parking lot. Well, Margaret trapped her; Ted kept urging his wife to do as they’d promised and leave the question-asking to Mandy.
She drove home wondering if Chris would be there when she arrived. He hadn’t been able to talk long since the Parsons had needed a ride home, so she’d half suggested they meet at the house. Now she wasn’t sure it was the best idea.
But there’d been a look in his eyes she couldn’t remember seeing before—an openness, rather than righteous certainty.
When she arrived, she saw his car was already there, so she pulled up behind it, rather than park in the garage. Knees shaking, she walked to the porch, where he stood waiting.
“I wasn’t sure this was what you meant,” he said, “but I hoped it was. I didn’t go in...you know, because of the security system.”
“It isn’t on—I never remember to set it. But I’m glad you waited.”
Chris sighed and shifted his feet. “Sue, it isn’t easy to say, but I’ve never seriously thought about how hard your dad and I have made things. You love your parents and yet you still married me, despite their opposition. I guess we’ve been trying to make you keep choosing ever since.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice for an answer.
“To be honest, I’ve never told you the entire truth about a lot of things.”
“Excuse me?” she asked in surprise.
“Well, for one thing...I never admitted all the reasons I thought we should have only one child. I do believe overpopulation is a concern, but it was more than that. When you were expecting Evan, I started thinking more children would be pretty nice. Then you began having problems with the pregnancy. It scared the hell out of me when the doctor discussed what could happen, and I swear, half the women in Willow’s Eve rushed to tell me horror stories about childbirth.”
A wry laugh escaped Susan. “I know. It’s like when you’re having surgery. Nobody tells you the good stories, just the bad ones.”
“Yeah, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you if we took the risk of having another child. I know we should have discussed it, but I was too freaked.”
“It wasn’t that big of a risk.”
“I couldn’t stand any risk. And then what did I do when we hit a rough patch? I walked out. It just goes to show how big an idiot I can be. I was so intent on taking care of the environment, I didn’t take care of our marriage.”
“It isn’t all your fault. I should have been more forthright over the years—it must have been quite a shock when I dug my heels in about the water project.”
Chris nodded. “It was, but I don’t want to end our marriage over an environmental issue. I want you to be forthright, as you put it. If we don’t have the same opinion, we should just agree to disagree. And I’ll work on my compromising skills.”
Damn. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry.
Chris tugged her close. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “You’re the best part of me.”
Susan didn’t say anything, simply pulled his mouth down to hers. It had been so long and she wanted him so badly.
“Are you sure?” he murmured.
“Shut up and come inside. I’m not saying to move back in, but you can spend the night.”
He kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. Finally, he stopped, gasping. “Where’s your key?”
Susan fumbled in her purse and managed to open the door. He picked her up and pushed it closed behind him. In the low lights, he strode down the hallway to their bedroom. He released her slowly, so that she slid the entire length of his body.
“Caveman instincts kicking in?” she questioned, working his shirt free from his jeans and yanking the zipper down.
“It happens to the best of us.”
Once his shirt was unbuttoned, she ran her hands up to the wedge of fur on his chest.
“You’ve lost weight,” she murmured.
“Haven’t been that hungry, and I’ve worked out every time I got...uptight.”
She grinned and slipped her fingers along the waist of his Levi’s, sometimes going deep, sometimes simply teasing with the edge of her fingernail. After twenty years of marriage, she had a fair idea of what would send him over the edge.
* * *
CHRIS SUCKED IN his breath as he managed to get the last of Susan’s clothing off and thrown aside.
Damn, she was beautiful, and more sexy than ever. Hurriedly, he shrugged off his jeans and tugged her to the bed. She dropped backward, and his eyes flared as she bounced on the mattress.
Sinking down beside her, he closed his mouth over her right breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue, exulting in her swift response. Then he slipped his hands down until he found the sensitive spot along her spine. She arched upward, breath quickening.
Hell, if he didn’t move soon, he’d hit before he even got into her. It was intoxicating to be with his wife again, almost the way it had been the first time. Maybe better.
He fumbled in the drawer of the bedside table, finally finding the condoms he’d left there, and opened the package with unsteady fingers.
“Let me do it,” Susan breathed, taking the condom and slowly unrolling it over his swollen erection. When she was done, she gripped him, squeezing just a little. He gasped and moved fast, nudging her legs apart, pulling her under him and thrusting inside the place where he belonged.
Opening his eyes, he watched Susan’s face as she slipped over the edge. He let go and pleasure exploded inside him.
* * *
MANDY SPOTTED THE glow in Susan’s eyes when her friend walked into the office early the next morning.
“What gives? Are you and Chris back together?” she demanded as Susan carefully closed the door behind her.
“No, but we’re discussing it.”
Mandy suspected that “talking” had included pleasurable physical activity, too.
“We’re going to start getting together for dinner and try to talk out our problems,” Susan explained. “We’ll go to places in Vicksville to be more anonymous.”
“Really?” Mandy shook her head in amazement. “You mean that Chris is willing to drive fifteen miles for dinner? Isn’t he the one who thinks eating out borders on social irresponsibility?”
Susan grinned. “It was his idea.”
“I’m impressed.”
“So was I. In Vicksville, we won’t be the environmentalist and the paper mill owner’s daughter, just Chris and Sue. It doesn’t mean we’re home free. This time, I’m going to be sure of what I’m doing, so we don’t end up in the same place again.”
Susan seemed determined no
t to build too many expectations. Mandy understood how she felt...a little too much. She’d gone from disliking Daniel and not wanting to be tied down in any fashion, to longing for the impossible.
“Pour yourself some coffee and have a scone.” She pushed napkins and a container of pastries in her friend’s direction.
Susan peeked inside. “Where did you get these?”
“I made them. Couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Just stuff. Anyway, I experimented with a new scone recipe—pecan praline oatmeal. Eat up.”
Susan took a bite. “They’re great. Not too sweet.”
“Glad you like them.” Mandy had taken the scones out of the oven at 5 a.m. following a restless night of trying not to think about Daniel.
“Mandy...Mandy?”
“Huh?”
Susan had poured herself some coffee and was tipping cream into the cup. “You were a million miles away.”
“Sorry. As I said, I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“I have to admit I didn’t get much rest myself. Chris came by the house and we...um, talked quite a bit. It went really late.”
Mandy selected a scone, hoping to hear more. It was much more fun speculating about her friend’s love life than brooding over Daniel.
“It sounds as if it was a productive night,” she said in solemn tones, her eyes twinkling.
Susan’s lips quivered. “You know perfectly well what happened.”
“Yes, but it was fun watching you try not to admit it.”
“Hey, this isn’t Sex in the City, where the characters lay it all out and discuss everything in detail. As it is, just imagine what Dorothy or the others would say if they knew what we talk about in here.”
Mandy laughed. “They’d want ringside seats. As Dorothy says, the fire may take longer to get going at their age, but it burns just as hot.”
Her friend nearly choked on a bite of scone. “You’re kidding. Dorothy said that?”
“Uh-huh.”
Mandy relaxed as they bantered back and forth. The conversation reminded her of other mornings, before the issue of water invaded Willow’s Eve, when they’d regularly met for an early morning munch-and-gab session.
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