For the Love of Ivy - Cindy Kirk Page 0,2
babbling—an unattractive quality under any circumstances.
“I’m not hungry but coffee sounds good.” Seth’s smile was easy, but there was awareness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before the embrace.
“Cream and sugar?”
“Black works for me.”
Lauren grabbed a mug from the cupboard. She was pleased, but perplexed. When Seth first arrived, he’d mentioned that Connie Swenson, his foreman’s wife, was watching Ivy this afternoon so he could run errands. Lauren had thought he’d be eager to get home. After all, he’d barely left Ivy’s side since the accident. Yet now he shrugged out of his heavy coat and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs as if he had all day.
Lauren couldn’t pull her gaze from him. The colors in his flannel shirt made his eyes look like sapphires. For a second she thought about telling him so. She smiled, imagining his reaction.
“What?” Seth settled into the closest chair and placed his work-hardened hands on the table.
“I like that shirt.” Lauren pointed. “It’s a good color for you.”
“Thanks.” He glanced down as if he’d forgotten what he wore. “Anna gave it to me for my birthday.”
“Figures. Your sister has excellent taste.” Lauren poured coffee into a mug, placed it before him then took a seat across the table. “I can’t believe she and Stacie are both married.”
Stacie had wed rancher Josh Collins in October, and Anna had married Mitch Donavan, a boyfriend from her high school days, just last week, only two days before Ivy’s accident.
“Leaving you to fend for yourself.” Seth glanced around the spacious kitchen, which still retained much of its turn-of-the-century charm. “Do you ever get lonely?”
The old Victorian where Lauren resided had originally belonged to Seth and Anna’s grandmother. His sister had inherited it when Grandma Borghild had passed on several years earlier. Now Anna lived with Mitch in the log home he’d built at the foothills of the Crazy Mountains, and Lauren had this big house all to herself. Once she moved out, Anna planned to put the home on the market.
“Not really. I’ve never minded being by myself.” Lauren added a lump of sugar to her coffee and slowly stirred. “I’m an only child. When I was growing up my parents were always busy. I’m good at keeping myself occupied.”
His blue eyes filled with understanding as his hands wrapped around the warm mug. “Ivy is like that, too. She can play by herself for hours. Which is a good and a bad thing.”
Lauren raised a brow.
“I worry about her being alone so much,” he explained. “That’s why I make sure to spend quality time with her every evening. I want to invite friends over to play so she can learn to share and have an opportunity to socialize. I’m sure your parents did the same for you.”
Lauren wondered what he’d say if she told him she seriously doubted they’d ever given her needs that much thought. She’d been an unplanned late-in-life baby. Both had been determined not to let her arrival impact their careers.
“They did their best.” Lauren kept her answer simple. When it came to discussing her parents, the less said the better. She decided to change the subject. “I can’t believe Christmas is this weekend.”
“I know.” Seth took a sip of coffee. “Are you going home for the holidays?”
“My parents like to spend Christmas in Paris.” Lauren found herself strangely embarrassed by the admission. “Going to France has become a holiday tradition for them. Since they live on separate coasts it’s a good way for them to reconnect.”
Seth’s brows pulled together. “They don’t live together?”
“They do.” Lauren paused, considered. “About ten percent of the time.”
Confusion blanketed Seth’s face. “Are they separated?”
“Only by distance. My father teaches at Stanford.” Lauren kept her tone light. “My mother is at Cornell.”
Seth’s eyes widened but he immediately brought his expression under control. “Yet they’re married.”
“Thirty-five years next month.” Lauren added another lump of sugar to her coffee. “They have a modern ‘commuter marriage.’”
It wasn’t the kind of union most would choose, but it worked for them. She took a sip of coffee and grimaced at the sweetness.
“Hmm.” Seth hesitated, obviously subscribing to the tenet if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. “It must be hard, having them both far away.”
“I’m used to it.” After all, even when she was with them, she felt in the way. “What’s difficult is being without Stacie and Anna.”
Unexpected tears stung the backs of Lauren’s lids. Though Christmas was only a few days away, she’d avoided thinking