Harvest Moon - By Robyn Carr Page 0,82
ahead and added to her great-grandmother’s sauce. By the time she was fluffing up a salad, Lief had joined her in the kitchen.
“How can I help?” he asked.
“You can pour us each a glass of wine and keep me company. I brought some gifts—nothing so much. Just a holiday thought.”
“Kelly, you’re an amazing woman, all you’re doing for Courtney and I when you’re being abandoned for Christmas. I’d give anything to take you with me.”
“And you should, too. I was trained in one of the meanest kitchens in San Francisco—I could take the bastard!”
He chuckled as he poured wine. He put a glass in Kelly’s hand and clinked his against hers. “If I play this right, there won’t be any more holidays like this.”
“The most important thing is that Courtney understands she has some security in you.” Spike came prancing into the kitchen, loose again, a pair of folded socks hanging out of his mouth—socks that had been left in Lief’s suitcase. Lief picked him up. “Two important things,” Kelly amended. “That she feels secure and that I keep the dog alive!”
“The big challenge for you will be not killing him. When he’s not whimpering in the kennel, he’s in trouble.”
She leaned toward Lief and, over the puppy’s head, gave him a kiss. “I have ear plugs.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind staying here for him?”
She shook her head. “It only makes sense. That big old house will swallow me up. Besides, I’m going to sleep in your bed. With any luck I’ll smell your after-shave on the pillow.”
“Will you spend some time in Jillian’s kitchen?” he asked her.
“I’ll go over there once in a while. I might do some cooking. And I’ll be sure to keep an eye on things, just to make sure all is secure. Believe me, I won’t have time to be lonely with two big houses and a naughty puppy to manage.”
“I might call you fifteen times a day,” he said.
“There are two landlines and a cell,” she said. “Just be careful you don’t get yourself arrested for stalking.”
Courtney was understandably subdued during dinner. “Will you play with him sometimes?” she asked Kelly.
“Every day,” she said. “By the time you get home, he’ll sit up to shake hands.”
“Well, let’s clear the table and open a few presents. Courtney, Kelly brought you something.”
Courtney shook her head. “I don’t want to open anything until I get back. I just want this to be over.”
Kelly almost said, As we all do!
“Courtney, Kelly has gone to a lot of trouble for us—”
“No, it’s okay. Let’s all wait. That’s a better idea. Let’s get through this and celebrate a homecoming when it’s behind us. How about that? I like that idea.”
Before the table was even cleared, Courtney stood up. “I think I’ll just take Spike to bed now.”
Kelly stopped her before she could leave the kitchen. “Courtney, listen. I’m sorry you have to do this—your dad told me how hard it is. You’ll have your cell phone, right? Make sure my numbers are programmed in. If you ever wonder how the puppy’s getting along, call me.”
“Have you ever actually had a dog before?”
Her tone was so abrasive, Kelly had to fight the urge to stiffen indignantly. Instead she smiled and said, “No, I haven’t. And I thank you for letting me do this. I look forward to it. I’ll be very careful with him.”
Courtney just shrugged and left them alone.
“Maybe when she sees that we’re both on her team, things will improve,” Lief said.
“Maybe so,” Kelly said. But she was thinking, If it doesn’t improve a lot, I’m not signing on for this.
She didn’t stay late, though leaving Lief’s arms wasn’t easy. She told him to spend that last night at home with Courtney, in case she felt like talking. When she got to her own bed on the third floor of the Victorian, all she could do was toss and turn. She had a feeling this thing she had with him wasn’t going to make it. He had another woman in his life, a more important one. She didn’t mind falling second, but she couldn’t survive as persona non grata.
Lief and Courtney set out for the six-hour drive to San Francisco on the seventeenth, and it was a morbidly quiet drive. He tried to reassure her from time to time with statements like, “I know you won’t enjoy this visit as much as I’d like you to, Court, but it’s not dangerous. Worst case, highly annoying.”
“Right,” she said.
“Listen,” Lief