They hurried over to her side.
“You had a girl,” Mel said, staring down at the bundle in her arms.
“She looks just like you,” Ned commented.
“No, she doesn’t,” Linc chimed in. “She looks like the Wyse family—like all of us.”
“And like herself,” Mary Jo said.
“I’m sorry we were so late,” Ned apologized.
“Yeah, we got lost.”
If Mel announced that to one more person, Linc might be tempted to slug him.
“Where are they taking you?” he asked.
“To the birthing center in Silverdale,” one of the EMTs answered.
“You won’t have any trouble finding it,” Cliff assured them. “I’ll draw you a map.”
“No, thanks.” Mel shuddered noticeably.
“We’d better follow the aid car,” Linc said.
“Mary Jo, we brought you gifts.”
“Thank you, Ned.” Her face softened as she looked at the three of them. “That’s so sweet.”
“We’re sorry about the things we said.” Again this came from Ned, who was more willing to acknowledge he was wrong than either Mel or Linc.
“Yeah,” Mel agreed.
Linc muttered something under his breath, hoping it would pass for an apology. He did feel bad about the way everything had gone and the pressure they’d put on Mary Jo. They hadn’t meant to. Their intentions had been the best, although he could see now that they’d gone too far. Still, he wasn’t letting David Rhodes off the hook. The man had responsibilities and Linc was as determined as ever to see that he lived up to them.
“Linc, Mel, Ned, I want you to meet Mack McAfee,” his sister said, her arm out to the EMT. “Oh, I forgot,” she added. “You guys met earlier.”
Linc nodded at the other man. So did Mel and Ned.
“Good to see you again,” Mack said. “And congratulations on your brand-new niece. Oh, and this is my partner, Brandon Hutton.”
Once more the brothers nodded.
“I couldn’t have managed without them,” Mary Jo said fervently.
Linc thanked them both. “Our family’s much obliged to you for everything you’ve done.”
“Just part of the job,” Brandon said.
“It was an honor,” Mack told them. “I have to tell you this was the best Christmas Eve of my life.”
“And mine,” Mary Jo said. She looked at Mack, and the two of them seemed to maintain eye contact for an extra-long moment.
“Now, Grandma?” Tyler stepped up to Grace, a small drum strapped over his shoulders.
“Now, Tyler.”
The youngster set his sticks in motion. Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum.
Linc glanced over at the barn and saw the ox and the lamb in the paddock. They seemed to be keeping time to the drum, bowing their heads with each slow beat.
Mary Jo was right. This was the best Christmas Eve of his life. Of all their lives.
20
Mary Jo woke to find Mack McAfee standing in the doorway of her private hospital room. “Mack,” she whispered. Her heart reacted to the sight of him, pounding extraordinarily hard. She hadn’t been certain she’d ever see him again.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, walking into the room.
“Fine.” Actually, she was sore and tired and eager to get home, to be with her family.
“I brought you something.”
“You did?” She sat up in bed and selfconsciously brushed her fingers through her hair.
Mack produced a bouquet of roses, which he’d been hiding behind his back. “For you, Mary Jo.” He bowed ever so slightly.
“My goodness, where’d you get these on Christmas Day?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I have my ways.”
“Mack.”
“Oh, all right, I got them in the hospital gift shop.”
“They’re open?”
“Sort of…I saw someone I knew who had a key and she let me in.”
Mary Jo brought the fragrant flowers to her nose and breathed in their fresh scent. The vase was lovely, too. “You shouldn’t have, but I’m thrilled you did.”
“I wasn’t sure your brothers would remember to send flowers.”
Her brothers. Just thinking about the three of them, all bumbling and excited, made her want to laugh. They’d practically shoved each other out of the way last night, fussing over her and the baby. They’d been full of tales about their misadventures in Cedar Cove and the people they’d met and their near-arrest. Mel had a few comments about a meat loaf sandwich, too—and then they’d all decided they were hungry again. Their gifts of the gold coin, the perfume and the incense were on the bedside table.
When they’d arrived at the hospital, her brothers wouldn’t let her out of their sight—until the physician came into the room to examine her and then they couldn’t leave fast enough.
They’d returned for a few minutes an hour later—apparently well-fed—to wish her a final good-night and promise to come back Christmas Day. Then they’d all trouped out again.
“I stopped at the nursery to see…” Mack paused. “Do you have a name for her yet?”
Mary Jo nodded. “Noelle Grace.”
“Noelle for the season and Grace after Grace Harding?”
Mary Jo smiled, nodding again.
“I like it,” Mack told her. “The name’s just right. Elegant and appropriate.”
His approval pleased her. She didn’t want to think too closely about how much his opinion meant to her—or why. She understood that they’d shared something very special, something intimate, while she was in labor. But that didn’t mean the bond they’d experienced would last, no matter how much she wanted it to. She had to accept that Mack had come into her life for a brief period. Soon she’d go back to Seattle with her family, and he’d go on living here, in Cedar Cove. It was unlikely that she’d see him again; there was no real reason to. The thought was a painful one.
“Noelle Grace was a joy to behold,” Mack said with a grin.
“Was she asleep?”
“Nope, she was screaming her head off.”
Mary Jo instantly felt guilty. “Oh, the staff should’ve woken me. It’s probably her feeding time.”
Mack pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed. “Nope, she just needed her diaper changed and to be held a little.”
“Did someone hold her?” The nursery was crowded with newborns and there were only a couple of nurses on duty.
“I did,” Mack admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
“You?”
“I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t! I—I’m just surprised they’d let you.”
“Yes, well…” Mack looked away and cleared his throat. “I might’ve led the nurse to believe that Noelle and I are…related.”
Mary Jo burst out laughing. “Mack, you didn’t!”
“I did. And I have to say that as soon as I settled her in my arms, Noelle calmed down, stopped crying and looked straight up at me.”
“You brought her into the world, after all.” She probably didn’t need to remind Mack of that; nevertheless, she wanted him to know she hadn’t forgotten what he’d done for her.
The night before, she’d told her brothers that she would never have managed if not for Mack, and that was true. He’d been her salvation. She wanted to tell him all this, but the right words escaped her. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could say what was in her heart without getting teary-eyed and emotional.
“I’m so glad you stopped by…I was going to write you and Brandon and thank you for everything.”
“It’s our job.” Those had been Brandon’s words, too, and in his case, she assumed they were true. But Mack…Dismissing her appreciation like that—it hurt. Not wanting him to see how his offhand comment had upset her, she stared down at the sheet, twisting it nervously.
Mack stood and reached for her hand, entwining their fingers.
“Let me explain,” he said. “It is part of what we agreed to do when we accepted the job with the fire department.” He paused for a moment. “But the call from you wasn’t an ordinary one.”