Olivia wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of leaving Mary Jo alone, but it was probably for the best. This way she could rest undisturbed.
“There’s something strange….”
“What?” Olivia asked.
“Well, for no reason I can understand, I decided to do a bit of housekeeping in the apartment yesterday. Cal’s been gone a few weeks now, and I put clean sheets on the bed and fresh towels in the bathroom. It’s as if…as if I was waiting for Mary Jo.”
That was a little too mystical for Olivia. “I’m so glad this is working out,” she murmured.
“She’s an animal-lover, too.”
That didn’t surprise Olivia. She sensed that Mary Jo had a gentleness about her, a soft heart, an interest in others.
“The minute I brought her into the barn, she wanted to see all the Nativity animals.”
“You kept her away from that camel, didn’t you?”
“I kept us both away,” Grace was quick to tell her.
“That beast is going to have to chew on someone else’s arm.”
“Yeah, David’s would be ideal,” Olivia muttered.
Grace laughed, but sobered almost immediately. “Listen, Mary Jo has a concern I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Sure.”
“She’s got three older brothers who are probably on their way into town, looking for her, as we speak.”
“Does she want to be found?” Olivia asked.
“I think she does, only she wants to talk to Ben and Charlotte before her brothers do.”
“She’s not trying to protect David, is she?”
“I doubt it. What she’s afraid of is that her brothers might insist David marry her and she doesn’t want to. At this point, she’s accepted that she’s better off without him.”
“Smart decision.”
“Yes, but it came at quite a price, didn’t it?”
“True. A lesson with lifelong consequences.”
“We all seem to learn our lessons the hard way,” Grace said.
“I know I did.” Her children, too, Olivia mused. Justine and James. As always, especially around the holidays, her mind wandered to Jordan, the son she’d lost that summer day all those years ago. Justine’s twin.
“What time are Maryellen and Kelly coming by?” she asked, changing the subject. Although Mary Jo would be staying in the barn, perhaps she should bring her over for dinner. Give her a chance to feel welcomed by Ben’s second family. Cliff’s daughter, Lisa, her husband and their little girl, April, were out doing some last-minute shopping, apparently, and not due back until late afternoon.
“My girls should be here around six.”
“You’re going straight to church after dinner?”
“That’s the plan,” Grace told her. “I was going to invite Mary Jo to join us.”
“For dinner or Christmas Eve service?”
“Both, actually, but I’m having second thoughts.” Grace hesitated.
“Why? And about what?”
“Oh, about inviting Mary Jo to dinner. I’m afraid it might be too much for her. We’ll have five grandkids running around. You know how much racket children can make, and double that for Christmas Eve.”
“Is there anything I can do for her?” Olivia asked.
“Should I ask her to have dinner here?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll talk to her when she wakes up and then I’ll phone you.”
“Thanks. And tell her not to worry about her brothers.”
“I’ll do that.”
“See you tonight.”
“Tonight,” Olivia echoed.
After setting down the phone, Olivia poured the tea and placed both mugs on the table, followed by the plate of cookies, and called Jack into the kitchen again.
His eyes widened in overstated surprise. “Cookies? For me? You shouldn’t have.”
“I can still put them back.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He grabbed the star-shaped cookie and bit off one point. “What’s this in honor of?”
“I had pie with lunch. So I’m trying to be fair.”
Knowing her disciplined eating habits, Jack did a double-take. “You ate pie? At lunch?”
“Goldie made me do it.”
“Goldie,” he repeated. “You mean Will took you to the Pancake Palace?”
“It’s where I wanted to go.”
Jack sat down, grabbed the tree cookie and bit into that, too. “You’re a cheap date.”
“Not necessarily.”
He ignored that remark. “Did you enjoy lunch with Will?” he asked, then sipped his tea. Jack was familiar with their sometimes tumultuous relationship.
“I did, although I’m a little worried.” Olivia crossed her legs and held the mug in the palm of her hand. “He’s interested in Shirley Bliss, a local artist.”
“She’s not married, is she?”
Olivia shook her head. “A widow.”
Jack shrugged. “Then it’s okay if he wants to see her.”
“I agree. It’s just that I don’t know if I can trust my brother. It pains me to admit that, but still…” She left the rest unsaid. Jack knew her brother and his flaws as well as she did. “I want him to be successful here,” she said earnestly. “He’s starting over, and at this stage of his life that can’t be easy.”
“I don’t imagine it will be,” Jack agreed. “By the way, who was that on the phone?”
“Grace. She called to update me on Mary Jo.”
“Problems?”
“Not really, but she said we need to keep an eye out for three irate brothers who might show up looking for her.”
“A vigilante posse?”
“Not exactly.” But now that Olivia thought about it, it might not be so bad if Mary Jo’s brothers stumbled onto David Rhodes instead. “If her brothers find anyone, it should be David.”
“There’d certainly be justice in that, but David’s not going to let himself be found. And I think we should be focusing on the young woman, don’t you?”
His tone was gentle, but Olivia felt chastened. “Yes—and her baby.”
9
Mary Jo woke feeling confused. She sat up in bed and gazed around at the sparsely decorated room before she remembered where she was. Grace Harding had brought her home and was letting her spend the night in this apartment above the barn. It was such a kind thing to do. She was a stranger, after all, a stranger with problems who’d appeared out of nowhere on Christmas Eve.
Stretching her arms high above her head, Mary Jo yawned loudly. She was still tired, despite her nap. Her watch told her she’d been asleep for the better part of two hours. Two hours!
Other than in her first trimester, she hadn’t required a lot of extra rest during her pregnancy, but that had changed in the past few weeks. Of course some of it could be attributed to David and his lies. Wondering what she should believe and whether he’d meant any of what he’d said had kept her awake many a night. Consequently she was tired during the day; while she was still working she’d nap during her lunch break.
Forcing her eyes shut, Mary Jo made an effort to cast David from her mind. She quickly gave up. Tossing aside the covers, Mary Jo climbed out of bed, put on her shoes and left the apartment. The stairway led to the interior of the barn.
As soon as she stepped into the barn, several animals stuck their heads out of the stalls to study her curiously. The first she saw was a lovely horse. Grace had introduced her as Funny Face.
“Hello there, girl.” Mary Jo walked slowly toward the stall door. “Remember me?” The mare nodded in what seemed to be an encouraging manner, and Mary Jo ran her hand down the horse’s unusually marked face. The mare had a white ring around one eye and it was easy to see why the Hardings had named her Funny Face. Her dark, intelligent eyes made Mary Jo think of an old story she recalled from childhood—that animals can talk for a few hours after midnight on Christmas Eve—and she wondered what Funny Face would say. Probably something very wise.
The camel seemed curious, too, and thrust her long curved neck out of the stall, peering at Mary Jo through wide eyes, fringed with lush, curling lashes. Mary Jo had been warned to keep her distance. “Oh, no, you don’t,” she muttered, waving her index finger. “You’re not going to lure me over there with those big brown eyes. Don’t give me that innocent look, either. I’ve heard all about you.”