Page 24 of Always On My Mind

Page 24

  Author: Jill Shalvis

  Elsie, always a good sport, still ate everything with her usual gusto.

  “Sorry,” Leah said. “I can’t believe I failed dinner so badly. ”

  “I can. ” Elsie smiled. “Your mind is somewhere else. ”

  This was very true, but she didn’t want to go there. “I need to head into Seattle this week. I want to hit up that new restaurant supply warehouse. I need to borrow a truck. ”

  “Ask Jack,” Elsie said slyly. “I’m sure he’d take you wherever you wanted to go. ”

  He’d taken her to heaven just that morning, not that she’d tell him so. His ego didn’t need the boost.

  “So what did you do today?” Elsie asked. “It’s rare for you to take a day off. You left early and were gone until past noon. ”

  Jack. She’d done Jack.

  With effort, Leah pushed the tactile memory of his big, warm, strong body wrapped around hers out of her head. “Nothing much. ”

  “Really? You didn’t see anyone exciting?”

  “In Lucky Harbor?” She forced a laugh. “Who would that be?”

  “Jack. ”

  Leah’s pulse skipped a beat. “Why would you think that I was with Jack?”

  “Other than the two of you are dating?” Elsie asked, sounding amused. “Because someone saw you with him. ”

  Leah dropped her fork and rice splattered everywhere as her heart kicked into gear. “Saw us? Where?”

  “On Highway 219, on his bike. ”

  “Oh. ” Feeling foolish, she relaxed. On the highway. On his bike. Good. That was really good. No one had caught them, exhibition-style, at the caves.

  “That Jack,” Elsie said. “He sure grew up nice, didn’t he?”

  Leah flashed to how he’d felt moving over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the sun, his voice a whisper against her ear, the fierce look in his eyes as he slowly, purposely took control and drove her right out of her ever-loving mind… “Yes,” she said a little weakly. “He grew up real nice. ”

  “And he’s so responsible. He runs that entire station, and he uses his position to give back to the community. Last month, he came over and taught all us seniors how to do CPR. Of course that was right after Edward had his heart scare, which turned out to be a bad case of gas. But Jack made sure each and every one of us could revive someone if need be. So sweet. ”

  “Sweet,” Leah agreed. He did have his moments…

  “And the town sure is talking about you two. Everyone’s all aflutter that yet another of our eligible bachelors has been taken off the market. ”

  Leah swallowed wrong and choked.

  Elsie brought her a glass of water and smiled. “And you’ve made Dee so happy. ”

  Leah caught her breath and sobered as guilt stabbed through her. “Yes. ”

  Elsie’s eyes were knowing as she squeezed Leah’s hands. “You’re sweet too,” she said quietly.

  Leah opened her mouth and then shut it again, not sure what to say. That she’d lied about being in a relationship with Jack? Or that she wasn’t all that sorry to be pretending…?

  Neither was something she wanted to discuss.

  Elsie poured them each a second glass of wine, then lifted her glass to Leah. “To whatever Jack did to distract you so. ”

  “Grandma. ”

  “What? I’m old, not dead. And I haven’t seen you look so dreamy-eyed since…well, ever. ”

  “I’m not…dreamy-eyed. ”

  Though she’d gone to the store for condoms…

  “Honey,” Elsie said slowly. “About the bakery. ”

  “What about it?”

  “I’m not sure how long I’m going to keep it going after you leave. ”

  Leah set down her fork so she didn’t drop it again. The bakery had been her grandma’s first love for…well, for as long as she could remember. It wasn’t just a shop, it was her grandma’s identity. Warm apple pies and fresh sourdough bread and chocolate chip cookies. Hopes and dreams. Comfort. Leah couldn’t even remember a time when Elsie hadn’t smelled like vanilla or cinnamon. Oh God, she thought, her gut tight. Maybe her grandma was sick? “What do you mean? Are you okay?”

  Elsie smiled. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine. I’m more than fine. I’m actually…enjoying the time off. I’m old, honey. ”

  “No—”

  “I am. And I’m tired. And watching how hard you’re working to keep my business going is making me more tired. You understand, don’t you?”

  “Of course,” she said. “Maybe I could stay and help—”

  “No. No way. ” Her grandma adamantly shook her head. “You’re destined for bigger things, Leah. Way bigger things. Sweet Wars will be over soon enough. ”

  Leah couldn’t stop thinking about that as she helped her grandma to bed. How had the season of Sweet Wars gone so fast? She’d planned to be gone before the finals aired, and yet she was still here. More unsettling, how could she go? And when she did, what would it be like to come back to Lucky Harbor the next time and have there be no Grandma Elsie’s bakery?

  She couldn’t imagine.

  She watched some old movies on the couch. She must have drifted off because a sound startled her awake.

  Elsie stood by the front door in bright-white tennis shoes, her favorite dress, and her purse clutched to her chest. “Oh,” she said in surprise when Leah sat up. “Oh, honey. You startled me. ”

  “Grandma? What are you doing?”

  Elsie smiled. “Well, I thought I’d just go get us a paper. ”

  Leah looked at the clock. “It’s the middle of the night. ”

  “Coffee. We need coffee for the morning. ”

  Leah blinked the last of the sleep from her eyes and stood up. “I’ll get it. ”

  “Oh no, I can do it. I don’t want you to have to get dressed, or—”

  “Or know that you were sneaking out?” Leah asked.

  Elsie grimaced. “What clued you in?”

  “Well, you’re about as clandestine as a bull in a china shop. ”

  There’d been a few crazy teenage years when Leah had done her fair share of sneaking out. Her dad had always kept an extremely tight leash on her, so tight that she’d lived in perpetual danger of strangulation. It’d been painful. Beyond painful. She’d had to do all her homework immediately after school, then show it to him. And if she’d gotten anything wrong, he’d rip it up and she’d have to start over. “You can’t get anything right,” he’d snap. “Do it again. Do it perfect or don’t bother at all. ” After homework, she had to put in three hours minimum at his dental office, helping with the filing and housekeeping, or whatever was needed.

  That had been the worst part.

  Spending time with him. She’d never been able to do anything right, and her self-esteem had suffered. This had all been made worse by the fact that she’d not really fit in at school either. She’d never been the girlie-girl, or the athlete, or particularly social, and then there’d been her ruthless 9:00 p. m. curfew, no exceptions.

  So she’d sneaked out.

  A lot.

  She’d sneak out to walk the beach alone. Or go to Jack’s. But if the water was rough and Jack was out somewhere with Ben raising trouble, she’d gone to her grandma’s.

  Elsie had always seemed to expect her. She’d greet Leah with a warm hug and then they’d go into the kitchen and bake something. Elsie always let Leah take the lead there, allowing her come up with whatever concoction she wanted, no matter how crazy it sounded.

  It’d soothed Leah’s aching heart and fueled her creative soul. There’d been no recriminations, no judging, and blessedly, no yelling. Elsie had never questioned her need to run away, had never so much as hinted at the worry she surely must have felt knowing that Leah had walked two miles in the dark to get to her.

  And now it was Leah’s turn to swallow her urge to ask the questions, to express
the worry, and there was a lot of both. What the hell was her grandma planning to do out there in the middle of the night? “What if your knee gives out?” Leah asked her. “What if you get tired?”

  “Well goodness, honey, I’m not that old. ”

  “Of course not,” Leah said. “But it’s not safe. ”

  “I’ve got my smartphone and a backup battery, along with my tablet and a can of hairspray. If anyone comes at me, all I have to do is swing my purse at them and I’ll knock the perp right on his ass. ” She demonstrated by giving her purse a broad swing and knocked the lamp off the foyer table. “See?” she asked.

  Leah picked up the lamp and righted it. Elsie was the most calm, rational, logical person in her life. In fact, Leah had counted on that calm, rational logic more times than she could count.

  But this didn’t seem calm or rational. Could it be the start of dementia? Alzheimer’s? Is that why Elsie had mentioned giving up the bakery? Leah’s heart clutched at the thought of losing the most important person in the world to her. “Where do you really need to go? I’ll take you. ”

  Elsie sighed. “I really thought you’d be sleeping. ”

  This was not an answer and didn’t assuage Leah’s worry in the slightest. “Okay, what’s going on?”

  “I didn’t want to tell you, but I…have a date. ”

  Leah just stared at her. Years ago, her grandma had been married for only a short time before her husband had died of lung cancer, leaving Elsie pregnant and alone. She’d never remarried. Nor, as far as Leah knew—and despite Elsie’s claims to having had a “wild streak”—had she appeared to ever date. “A date,” she repeated.

  Elsie smiled. “I know. Hard to believe, right?”

  “No,” Leah said, shaking her head. “You’re fun, and sweet, and smart. And pretty. ”