Summer on Blossom Street

Lydia nodded. “She’s been so helpful. We really appreciate the referral.”



“Any word on how long it’ll be before you can adopt a baby?”



“Not yet. Brad and I are prepared to wait, though.”



“Well, I hope it happens soon.”



“Me, too.” Lydia smiled happily. “We’re celebrating tonight. Brad’s taking Cody and me out to dinner.”



“Can we come, too?” Ellen asked.



“Ellen! No, we can’t,” Anne Marie chastened. “It’s not polite to invite yourself along.”



“I know, but I have a gift for Cody from Paris and I want to give it to him.”



“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Anne Marie reminded her and then, despite her best efforts, yawned. “I don’t think anyone’s mentioned jet lag to Ellen yet. I expect it’ll hit her in a couple of hours.” As for Anne Marie, her feet were dragging. Once they’d returned with Baxter, she was planning on taking a nap. Ellen would be tired by then, too—she hoped.



“I see you’re starting a new class this week.” The sign in the window had caught her notice and she found herself intrigued by the concept. Not that there was anything she needed to quit. She was satisf ied with her life at the moment—more satisf ied than she’d been since the early days of her marriage.



“Are you interested?” Lydia told her about the project she’d chosen. Anne Marie liked the sound of it, but a night class would be too diff icult.



Maybe she could get the pattern from Lydia. She’d bought some beautiful yarn in Paris and a scarf would be the perfect thing to knit.



“Do you want to join the class?” Lydia asked. “Even if you’re not trying to give up any bad habits. Alix already signed up because she wants to quit smoking—again.”



“I’d love to—but I can’t leave Ellen by herself. I want to make the scarf, though.”



“I’ll be happy to help with the pattern if you run into any problems.”



“Thanks, Lydia, I’ll keep that in mind.”



As Anne Marie and Ellen left the shop, the little girl pointed across the street to the French Café. “Alix!” she cried. “I want to say hello to Alix.”



“Ellen, we’ll have to do that later. Besides, Alix is probably off work by now.”



“Oh, yeah, I forgot….”



“Are you ready for Baxter?”



“Yeah!”



Ellen ran ahead of her to where Anne Marie kept her car in the alley behind the bookstore. She wondered if she’d have any problems after leaving it for over two weeks unused, but the engine f ired immediately to life. Anne Marie backed carefully out of her parking space and onto Blossom Street. As they arrived at Elise’s small condominium just north of downtown, Anne Marie called to let her know they’d be up in a minute. Elise and Baxter were waiting, and the instant Baxter caught sight of them he nearly did f lips of joy. He barked and ran around, then leaped into Ellen’s arms.



Ellen hugged him close as Baxter spread happy kisses across her face and yelped excitedly all over again.



“I think he missed us,” Anne Marie laughed.



“Well, he certainly didn’t lack for attention here,” Elise said, smiling as she spoke. “I enjoyed his companionship so much I’ve decided to get a dog of my own.”



Anne Marie had hoped this would happen. Elise had gone through a painful grieving period after her husband’s death. It had been different, in some ways, from Anne Marie’s experience, since Elise’s husband—Maverick by name and maverick by nature, as he used to describe himself—had died of cancer. He’d lingered for several years, and Elise had said she was grateful for each extra day. Anne Marie’s husband, Robert, however, had died suddenly, unexpectedly, of a massive heart attack.



“Do you want a Yorkie like Baxter?” Ellen asked.



“I’m not sure just yet,” Elise said in a pensive tone. “I’ll go down to the Humane Society and see what dogs they have available. It seems to me that Maverick would want me to adopt a rescue dog. He always believed in second chances….”



Her gaze fell lovingly on the portrait of her late husband. He wore his cowboy hat and smiled directly into the camera. There was an irrepressible quality about him, Anne Marie thought. As though taking risks was all part of life—taking risks and accepting the consequences with a grin and a wink. Anne Marie and Ellen left soon after. They’d brought Elise a gift of thanks for looking after the dog—a lovely blue silk scarf with a f leur-de-lis pattern. Ellen cradled Baxter in her arms, murmuring to him as they walked to the car. When they clambered into the backseat, Baxter curled up on Ellen’s lap and promptly went to sleep.



By the time Anne Marie pulled in behind Blossom Street Books, both Ellen and Baxter were napping soundly. It seemed a shame to wake Ellen, who looked up at her with drooping eyes.



“We’re home?” the little girl asked.



Anne Marie nodded. “Let’s go upstairs and tuck you into bed, all right?”



“Okay.”



Anne Marie helped her climb the stairs as the dog scrambled up ahead of them. Ellen fell asleep again within minutes. Anne Marie wanted to do a few chores before she took a nap herself. After transferring the wash to the dryer, she noticed the light blinking on her phone. Checking voice mail again, she discovered another hang-up. Curious now, Anne Marie hurried down to the bookstore. Teresa glanced up from some new greeting cards she was arranging in the rack.



“Oh, Anne Marie, hi. I didn’t expect to see you for the rest of the day.”



“How are things?” she asked, looking around. She saw nothing out of the ordinary.



“Great. The summer releases are so good this year, I can hardly keep the new hardcovers on the shelves.”



This was welcome news.



“Anything…unusual happen while I was away?” Anne Marie wasn’t sure how to phrase the question.



Teresa bit her lip as if considering how to respond. “Not really… What makes you ask?”



“There were a number of hang-ups on my personal phone. I’ve never had that before. I just wondered if it was something to do with the bookstore.”



Teresa shrugged. “I’m sorry. I have no idea.”



“Okay, I was just curious. It’s a bit odd, that’s all.” Anne Marie collected her mail and turned away.



“Wait a minute,” Teresa said, stopping her. Anne Marie turned back. “Yes?”



“There was someone here earlier in the week. A man. He asked to speak to you regarding a private matter.”



A private matter? “Did he leave his name or number?”



“No. I asked, and he said he’d contact you later.”



Again, this was all rather odd. “Did he say anything else?”



Teresa’s eyes narrowed slightly. “No, not that I can recall.”



“What did he look like?”



A smile wavered on her lips. “Actually, he was pretty hot.”



Anne Marie grinned. “Def ine hot. ”



“Tall—about six-one, maybe six-two. In good shape. He’s nice-looking. Very nice-looking.”



“Dark hair? Or blond?”



“Dark. And brown eyes. He seemed anxious to talk to you. Do you know who it might be?”



Anne Marie shook her head.



“What about your hang-ups? That might’ve been him. Is there a number on caller ID?”



Anne Marie exhaled loudly. “It came up No Data.”



“Then I guess we’ll have to wait and see if he comes by again.”



That was her thought, too. Well, a tall, dark and handsome stranger apparently wanted to meet her. Things could be worse.



Chapter 6



Honey, knitting is so much more than just plain obsessive compulsive behavior…it’s the healthiest addiction I know! —Antje Gillingham, owner of The Knitting Nest in Maryville, TN



Lydia Goetz



It’s my habit to check each room before retiring for the night. Brad was already in bed, reading Michael Connelly’s latest suspense novel. As I walked through the house, I checked the locks and turned off the lights in the kitchen. Then I looked in on Cody, who was fast asleep.



Chase, my stepson’s golden retriever, slept on the braided rug next to Cody’s bed. When I opened the bedroom door a crack, Chase—ever vigilant—raised his head. Seeing me, he lowered his head again.



All was well in the house and in my world. I had a new feeling of anticipation, a sense of excitement that stayed with me. It had begun the day I received a call from Evelyn Boyle regarding our approval as adoption candidates.



Just as I entered our bedroom, the phone rang.



“Good grief, who’d be calling after ten o’clock?” Brad asked as he set his book aside.



“I’ll get it.” I reached for the telephone on my bedstand, half expecting this had to do with my mother. “Hello,” I said tentatively.



“Oh, Lydia, it’s Evelyn Boyle. I apologize for contacting you this late.”



“Evelyn?” My gaze automatically sought out Brad’s. It didn’t seem possible that they’d have an infant for us so soon. Nevertheless my heart raced. “What can I do for you?”



“Listen, I wouldn’t ask if I had any alternative.”



“Ask what?”



“I have a foster child—a girl. It’s an emergency case and I need a home for Casey for two nights.”



This was the very thing Margaret had said would happen, the very thing she’d warned me about. “Two nights,” I repeated, the hesitation in my voice impossible to disguise.



“Casey is attending summer school and unless she f inishes, she won’t be able to go on to the eighth grade in September. Sending her back to seventh grade would be a disaster. She’s only twelve and this is a diff icult year for her.”



“I thought summer school just started.” A friend of Cody’s had gotten behind in math and was now attending a summer program that had recently begun and would go through the month of July.



“Well, yes, but if Casey can spend tonight and possibly tomorrow night with you, that’ll give me the necessary time to f ind her another long-term foster home.”



“I see.” I bit my lip, uncertain what to say.



“Two nights, Lydia. Just two nights. It would make a world of difference to Casey. She really can’t miss a single class.”



I looked at Brad. “I’ll need to discuss this with my husband.”



“Of course.”



“Can I call you right back?”



“Ah…I could stay on the line.”



“You’re sure this is only for a couple of nights?”



“Positive.”



“Okay, I’ll ask.” I held the receiver against my shoulder. “It’s Evelyn Boyle…. She has a twelve-year-old girl who needs a bed for the next two nights.”



“I take it she wants to bring the girl here?”



I nodded, ready to accept whatever Brad decided. He seemed as hesitant as I felt. “I can’t imagine Evelyn would ask if she had any other option,” he said in a low voice.