“Perfect.” He took her long wool coat from the back of her chair and helped her into it. Linnette wrapped her scarf around her neck twice, then slipped on her hat and gloves. The winters in North Dakota were frigid; she needed a heavy coat, boots and all the other cold-weather paraphernalia, even if she was only walking from Three of a Kind to the pharmacy, a distance of less than one block.
Stepping outside, Linnette accompanied Pete to his truck. This was a new model and although it was just a few months old, it already had several scratches and dents. She’d been upset when she saw the first minor dent, but Pete had said this was a working truck and a few “dings,” as he described them, were to be expected.
He touched her face briefly. “I’ll see you Saturday, then.”
“Okay.” She hunched her shoulders against the sharp wind.
“Call you later,” Pete said.
She nodded.
He seemed reluctant to leave her. “You can spend Christmas with me, you know.”
“Pete, stop it. Hassie and I will be fine. It’s not that big a deal.”
“I know.” He sighed. Looking around to be sure no one was watching, he kissed her. Not a deep or lingering kiss, but a very nice one nonetheless.
Pete didn’t normally display his affection publicly, and the gesture surprised her. She smiled up at him. Then, with a quick goodbye, she hurried down the street to the pharmacy.
Hassie was all smiles when Linnette got there. “I heard from the state. We got the funding for the clinic!”
Linnette clapped her gloved hands together. “That’s fabulous!”
“I’ve already got the word out.”
Her head was spinning. “I didn’t have any idea it would happen this fast.”
“That—” Hassie winked at her “—is because I know the right people in Bismarck.”
“You certainly do.”
An hour later, Linnette was over at the abandoned house that would become the new clinic. Men from town, including Buffalo Bob, had started to arrive, and before long an entire wall was down. The renovations had begun. When school ended for the day, a group of teenagers came by to sweep up and carry out debris. Several times, Linnette found herself in the way, more of a hindrance than a help.
As dusk fell, everyone else left. She parked the broom and dustpan in a corner, glancing around the large front room with satisfaction. An astonishing amount of progress had been made in just half a day. Her cell phone rang and she scrabbled for it in her coat pocket.
“Hello?”
“It’s Pete.”
“Oh, Pete, guess what?” The sound of the door opening made her turn, and Pete Mason walked in. She laughed, closing her phone. “You heard?”
He nodded. “Congratulations! But that’s not the only news.”
“Oh?”
Pete brought her close, his hands on her shoulders. “You’re going home for Christmas.”
“I’m what—I can’t possibly leave, Pete, especially now.”
“I’m driving you. Everyone’s pulling together and all the supplies can be delivered by the weekend. We should have the renovations finished within ten days if we work weekends. Then as soon as everything’s done, you and I are taking off.”
“Taking off?”
“We’ll drive straight through to Cedar Cove so you can surprise your parents.”
Emotion welled up inside her. “Oh, Pete.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him with all her might. “Thank you,” she whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”
His arms slid about her waist. “I’m looking forward to meeting your family,” he said.
“I want you to.”
“Gloria and Mack, as well as your parents,” he said. “I’ve heard so much about all of them. Seeing that I hope to be part of this family one day, I feel it’s time to meet them.”
Linnette’s eyes widened and she could feel the wariness in her expression.
Pete must have read her stricken look because he was quick to add, “I don’t intend to rush you. All I ask is that you let me know when you’re ready. Until then, I’m willing to wait. Like I told you before, I’m a patient man.”
Twenty-Five
Just when it seemed Dave Flemming’s life was back on an even keel, he noticed that something else was bothering his wife. Emily hadn’t been herself for a few days. At first he’d assumed it was because of her new job, but that didn’t appear to be the case. In fact, anytime she talked about the store, her face lit up.
Dave hadn’t questioned her, hoping that whatever was wrong would take care of itself. He was busy doing two jobs, preparing for all the Christmas events at the church, including the live Nativity scene, plus his other pastoral duties. He didn’t have the energy to deal with a moody wife.
Any other time of year he would have asked, but right now the demands on him were too consuming. He figured that sooner or later, Emily would approach him and they’d talk about her problem, whatever it was. If that hadn’t happened by New Year’s, he’d definitely ask her.
Thursday afternoon Emily arrived at the church just as he was about to leave.
“I need to talk to you,” she announced. Entering his office, she closed the door behind her.
“I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes with the choir director and—”
His wife cut him off. “Then you’re going to be late.” Her authoritative tone shocked him.