He’d read her angry feminist poetry…at the air force academy?
Soleil didn’t believe him for a second, but she kept quiet. She took the kettle off the stove before it started whistling and poured the hot water into a cup with a lemon-ginger tea bag.
Her mother could never quite hide her pleasure at being recognized as a renowned poet. She smiled stiffly. “Why, thank you for saying that. I’m sorry you’ve walked in on Soleil and me at our worst.”
“The scene’s not much different at my father’s house, between me and him. I think it’s the holidays-this time of year makes everyone tense.”
Her mother’s posture changed a bit, went a little less stiff.
“Would anyone else like a cup of tea?” Soleil asked.
No one seemed to hear her. Anne was staring at West now as if she was seeing him for the first time.
“I’ve always said the holidays are the most miserable time of year. All the pressure to be happy and normal, to make everything perfect. It’s unnatural, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” West said.
“I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone. I’ll be packing,” she said, sounding a lot less tense.
“You don’t have to leave, Mom.”
“This is one less way we have to pretend everything’s perfect, okay? We’ll both be a little saner if we have a bit of space.”
Her mother left the room, and Soleil felt stung that suddenly she was the only one being childish. At the same time, she owed West. He’d saved her and himself.
She mouthed the words thank you. He grinned back at her.
“I’ll have a cup of that tea,” he said. “Oh, and before I forget, my mom asked me to invite you and your mother to her Christmas party this coming Saturday night.”
“That’s sweet of her.”
“It’s from six to whenever. No gifts or anything-just show up. She lives at the Redwood Shores condominium complex on the north side of the lake. She’s in unit seven.”
“I think I can remember that.”
“I was thinking, um, I’d like to come by the farm some more, you know, to help out around here.”
“That’s not really necessary. I’ve got the routine down, for the most part.”
Except she hated getting up early and at this time of year tended to be slack about farm upkeep.
“How about cutting yourself a break? You run this place on your own, you’re almost six months pregnant and you’ve got an eager farmhand willing to help out for free.”
He had a point there.
“Okay, if you really want to help out…”
“I’ll come by in the morning then,” he said, probably trying to seal the deal before she changed her mind.
As she’d feared, she was being railroaded, but for some reason she wasn’t able to muster up the will to protest.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JULIA HAD TAKEN to avoiding her computer entirely. After her first date with Frank, she’d lost the nerve to respond to his calls or e-mails. She felt terrible about it, but she’d feel even worse if she were going on dates and falling in love while her ex-husband sat with mashed potatoes crusted on his face and no one allowed near to tell him he needed to wipe his mouth.
These were the kind of humiliating issues he faced on a day-to-day basis now. A once-great man-albeit an impossible one-reduced to childhood problems.
Okay, maybe she was crazy. Or maybe she was a coward. But Frank surely couldn’t have been as perfect as he seemed. She was simply saving herself the trouble of a big letdown later.
She was too old for romance anyway. That was a notion best reserved for the young and foolish.
But still…She felt terrible when she thought of Frank.
So, she stayed away from her computer and cringed when she checked her voice mail.
It was Julia’s night off from General duty while West stayed with his father. She was hosting her annual Christmas party in four more days, and some people would be RSVPing via e-mail, so she had to go online.
This year, she was in no mood to host, but it was a party she always threw, and people looked forward to it. She couldn’t let them down. Being with John again put her in a terrible mood, frankly. She could hardly stand herself the past few days.
She reluctantly sat at her desk and started scanning her in-box for responses, studiously trying not to look at the couple of messages from Frank Fiorelli, which she hadn’t even opened yet.
But curiosity finally got to her, and she clicked on the most recent one.
Dear Julia,
I’m sorry I haven’t heard from you. Regardless of whatever changed your mind about seeing me again, I want you to know I think you’re a lovely person. It was my pleasure to meet you, and I wish you a life filled with love and joy.
Yours,
Frank
Shame washed over her. She’d never ignored a letter in her life, and it nearly killed her to do so now. What was she to say? Oh, sorry, but I’ve been too busy taking care of my ex-husband to go on a date with you.
Nothing made sense, and it all seemed like proof that she was too old to date. At her age, women were caring for their aging husbands, not having coffee-shop meet-ups with their online-dating buddies.
Have a nice life, Frank Fiorelli, she thought. I’m sorry I won’t be a part of it.
WEST CLOSED the gate on the goats, who were staring at him warily with their strange eyes through the four-rail fence. He bent to give Silas a rub, and the dog seemed to smile at him.
He’d shown up at the crack of dawn to get the animals taken care of because he wanted to do it then leave, to make the point to Soleil that he wasn’t coming around to see her, that he really, genuinely wanted to help.
Okay, maybe there was something a little dishonest there. Because he did want to see her. But this was their baby’s future he was fighting for. He had to do whatever it took to make sure Soleil accepted him as more than some “coparent” who saw his kid on holidays and vacations.
He’d never imagined himself to be the kind of guy who’d enjoy agricultural work, or living on a farm, but he found himself wanting to be here far more than he wanted to be at his mother’s or father’s house right now. That probably had more to do with the people in each location than anything else. And the physical labor allowed him to focus all his energy on something besides brooding over his problems.
Being here gave him a glimpse of a life he might have lived, had he had different parents, a different upbringing and different career aspirations.
He crossed the lawn to the house and stopped on the porch to remove his work boots. Soleil was inside doing something in the kitchen, he could see through the window, and he wanted to say a quick hello before heading to his father’s house.
Also, he’d made an appointment for a tour at a nearby nursing home tomorrow, and he wasn’t sure he could go there alone. Since his mother would never forgive him for even considering the place, he couldn’t ask her to go.
He knocked, and after a few seconds Soleil opened the door.
“Wow, thank you so much,” she said. “You didn’t have to get here to do chores so early.”
“It’s really nice here at dawn, with the mist hanging over the hills. I enjoyed it.”
She smiled. “Yeah, it is beautiful.”
Another thing he loved about Soleil-how passionate she was about her farm. It was hard to imagine her living anywhere else. Which certainly made a strong point in favor of her never wanting to join him in a military life.
“Would you like to have some breakfast?”
“Thanks, I’d love to, but I have to get back to my dad.”
“Maybe next time.”
“I was hoping you might do me a favor,” he said.
“Um, sure. What is it?”
“I’m supposed to tour a nursing home tomorrow, and-”
“I’ll go with you,” she said solemnly.