Ben set the Crock-Pot filled with soup on the kitchen counter and plugged it in.
“As promised, we brought lunch,” Charlotte announced. She opened the kitchen cupboard, taking down three soup bowls and three bread plates. “Is Jack going to be joining us?”
Olivia nodded. “Have you ever known my husband to miss one of your meals?” She got another bowl and plate, while Ben efficiently collected the silverware. “He’s been taking time off every day to drive home and check on me. Oh, he makes it sound like he’s just home for lunch, but I know that man and he’s watching over me.”
“As well he should,” Charlotte said. She approved of Jack’s less-than-subtle approach to caring for her daughter. She was grateful he kept a close eye on Olivia; the cancer was bad enough, but they’d very nearly lost her last fall, and the scare had put them all on edge. The memory of those weeks always sent a chill down Charlotte’s spine.
As if he’d been able to smell the fresh-baked bread, Jack pulled into the space behind Ben’s car. He bounded out of his vehicle and came through the kitchen door, clutching a copy of the latest Cedar Cove Chronicle. “You’ve got your very own delivery boy,” he said cheerfully, handing it to Olivia. “Hi, everyone.”
They all greeted him and Charlotte smiled at him fondly.
“Do I smell lunch?” he asked, glancing expectantly around. He kissed Olivia’s cheek and walked straight past her to the Crock-Pot on the counter. Lifting the lid, he closed his eyes. “Mmm. Homemade soup?”
“Italian wedding,” Ben said.
“As usual, you’re right on time,” Charlotte told him. “Everything’s ready.”
Within a few minutes, the four of them were sitting at the kitchen table; the bread was still warm enough to melt the butter, and the soup was delicious, if Charlotte did say so herself.
“Actually, Olivia, we’re not just here for lunch—” he inclined his head at Charlotte “—delectable though it is. We have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind,” Ben said.
“Of course.” Olivia looked somewhat surprised.
“This has to do with Noelle,” Charlotte supplied, eager to help.
“It has more to do with my son than Noelle,” Ben inserted.
Charlotte saw that he’d set his spoon aside and didn’t reach for it again. The subject of David had obviously ruined Ben’s appetite. “I urged Mary Jo to file for child support,” he said.
“She should do it,” Jack seconded vigorously, an opinion Charlotte strongly agreed with.
“Mary Jo knows David’s unemployed. She thinks there’s no point in filing when he isn’t making any money.” Ben turned to Olivia with a questioning look.
“Whether he’s currently employed or not doesn’t matter,” Olivia said.
“Good.” Ben’s expression was one of relief.
Charlotte felt they should review the facts. “Mary Jo’s been taking care of Noelle on her own and it isn’t right. Ben wanted to help her financially, but Mary Jo wouldn’t accept money.” She had to admire the young woman, although her situation must be difficult.
“I did include Noelle in my will,” Ben explained. “But I feel it’s David’s responsibility to support his daughter even if he wasn’t married to the child’s mother. As it is, he’s not supporting the child he had with his ex-wife, either.”
“Ben told his son how he felt and I’m afraid their talk didn’t go well. Unfortunately, David ran into Mary Jo shortly after meeting with his father.” Charlotte glanced at Ben, wanting his permission before she continued. He nodded.
She paused a moment to butter some bread. “It turns out that David saw Mary Jo and Mack McAfee with Noelle down by the waterfront on Saturday afternoon. You remember how lovely the day was, don’t you? Well, Mary Jo said David threatened her again.”
“Threatened?” Olivia asked, frowning. “How, exactly?”
Ben took over then. “From what Mary Jo could tell us, it seems David implied that if she went after child support, he’d fight her for custody of Noelle. By the way,” he added, “I’ve recently learned that he’s moved to Seattle.”
Charlotte noticed that he didn’t say anything about the woman David was living with, the woman who was supporting him. She knew it was a source of great shame to Ben.
“I suppose being in Seattle gives him greater access—and makes him more of a threat,” he went on to say.
“In these situations, the state virtually always keeps the infant with the mother,” Olivia assured them.
“My son has no intention of raising that child. He has another daughter from his marriage that he rarely sees. He has no interest in being a father to either of his children, painful as that is for me to admit.”
Charlotte placed her hand over Ben’s, offering him what comfort she could.
“In my opinion, Mary Jo should call his bluff.” Olivia spoke in a no-nonsense voice. “The courts don’t take kindly to these types of threats.”
“According to Mary Jo, David didn’t even look at the baby once,” Ben said. “In Noelle’s whole life, he’s never held her, never touched her, and to claim now that he’ll fight for custody is just plain ludicrous.”
“Especially when he denied even fathering the child,” Charlotte said.
“The judge will ask about his involvement with Noelle to this point,” Olivia told them. “That is, if the case ever comes before the court, which I doubt will happen.”
Jack didn’t look convinced. “You never know. He might get himself some crackerjack lawyer with a bee in his bonnet about father’s rights.”
“True.” Olivia sighed. “My guess is that David’s using intimidation, hoping Mary Jo won’t ask for money from him, especially now that he’s unemployed.”
“Well, if she does, I’m afraid David will refuse to pay,” Ben murmured. “Even if he finds another job.”
“Since paternity is verified, the state will garnishee David’s unemployment check, presuming that he’s receiving one. He won’t have any choice but to pay child support.”
Charlotte knew he wouldn’t like that, and his current girlfriend wouldn’t, either.
“What’s the situation between Mack and Mary Jo?” Olivia asked thoughtfully.
“You’ve probably heard that they’re sharing a duplex,” Ben answered. “Each living in one half.”
“He loves that little baby. Why, Mack’s far more of a father to her than David,” Charlotte put in.
“That’s what I figured,” Olivia said. “I saw the three of them at the market on Saturday and they looked just like any young family on an outing.”
“I’m sure Mack’s sweet on Mary Jo,” Ben told them.
Sweet was such a lovely word, Charlotte mused. Old-fashioned and charming. Anyone could see that Mack and Mary Jo were falling in love.
“If I was a betting man, I’d say they’ll end up married.” Jack reached for his third slice of bread.
Charlotte passed him the butter, which he took gratefully until Olivia placed a hand on his forearm. Without saying a word, Jack pushed the butter aside and patted his wife’s hand.
This exchange took only a few seconds and it made Charlotte smile despite the seriousness of their conversation. A couple of years ago, Jack had suffered a heart attack, and ever since, Olivia had stood guard over his diet. The way she and Jack looked after each other was inspiring.
“Has Mary Jo given you any indication that she’ll eventually marry Mack?” Olivia asked her mother and Ben.
“Well, no, but like Ben said earlier,” Charlotte replied, “it’s obvious that they’re close.”
“If they were to marry, do you believe Mack would want to legally adopt Noelle?”
Charlotte didn’t need to think about her response. “I believe he would. He’s crazy about that baby. Noelle and Mary Jo are all he talks about.” To be fair, she hadn’t had a lot of conversations with Mack, but whenever she did, he was full of stories about them. And his mother said the same thing.
Ben raise
d a cautious hand. “I suspect—” He hesitated, then started again. “I suspect that Mack and Mary Jo had some sort of disagreement after seeing David.”
“Now, Ben…”
He raised his hand again, stopping her. “I know Mary Jo was flustered and upset when she came to see us, but I’m sure it was over more than what happened with David.”
Thinking about it, Charlotte had to agree. Mary Jo had been in a real state. She’d needed to get away, she said. She needed to talk to someone. With Mack living right next door, wouldn’t she go to him? Unless she couldn’t….
Of course, he might’ve been at the firehouse, but then Charlotte remembered Olivia mentioning that she’d seen Mack and Mary Jo together that same afternoon. So Mary Jo could easily have discussed the matter with him. Instead, she’d come to Ben and her.
Charlotte turned to her daughter. “Why are you asking about Mack?” He wasn’t part of the equation. This had to do with David, Mary Jo and Noelle.
“The reason I asked about Mack’s feelings toward Mary Jo,” Olivia said, “is because he might want to adopt Noelle if and when he marries Mary Jo. You told me you thought that would be the case.”
Oh, yes. She had said that. And it was true.
“I just want everyone to be aware of the potential complications.”
Ben shrugged. “If I know David, I’d say he’ll do everything within his power to make the adoption as hard as possible. He doesn’t want Noelle himself, but he won’t want anyone else to become her father. It’s unfortunate, but that’s how my son’s mind works.” Ben lowered his head. “Much as I hate to admit this about my own flesh and blood, if David feels he has the upper hand, he’ll use it to his advantage.”
“Then I suggest,” Olivia said, “that you take that power away from him now.”
“What do we need to do?” Ben asked.
“Have Mary Jo file for child support.”
“If she will,” Charlotte felt obliged to insert. The girl had been so terrified that David would try to take Noelle away from her.
“David will put up a fight, so warn her in advance to be prepared for that. Really, it’s what we want because the next move will be Mary Jo’s. She can then approach him with relinquishment papers.”
“What does that entail?” Ben asked. “Is it as straightforward as it sounds?”
“Pretty much. If David signs those papers, he relinquishes his rights as Noelle’s father. Then Mack would be free to adopt Noelle,” Olivia explained.
Charlotte clasped her hands together. “That would be wonderful!”
“And if not Mack, some other man in the future,” Olivia added. “If David wants out of paying child support, this is the way to do it. I can almost guarantee it’ll save Mary Jo untold heartache later on.”
Charlotte was more than satisfied. “We need to discuss this with Mary Jo,” she said.
“At our earliest opportunity,” Ben concurred.
For the first time since David’s last visit, Charlotte noticed that the frown he’d constantly worn had disappeared.
Seventeen
“You know what Mack’s going to tell us, don’t you?” Corrie said confidently as she finished setting the table for dinner. Mack had asked if he could bring Mary Jo and Noelle over on Friday evening. That was unusual, so Corrie was convinced she knew the purpose of this visit. Their son was going to announce that he’d asked Mary Jo to marry him. They’d planned to drop by for coffee or a drink, but Corrie had invited them all to dinner. After checking with Mary Jo, Mack had confirmed that they’d be available.
Roy was in the living room, watching the news, and didn’t answer.
“Roy!” Corrie said, so excited she could barely contain herself. “Mack is going to tell us he’s asked Mary Jo to be his wife.”
“You’re sure of that?” he asked, glancing briefly away from the screen.
“Not one hundred percent. Call it a mother’s intuition, but I know my son, and he’s head over heels about Mary Jo and that baby girl.”
Roy shrugged. “Time will tell. Don’t plan the wedding yet.”
Corrie set the casserole dish on the table to cool. She’d made one of Mack’s favorite recipes, shepherd’s pie with a mashed-potato base.
Mack had asked for this dish on every birthday for as long as Corrie could remember. It seemed fitting to prepare it for him the night he told them he was engaged. She wondered what kind of ring he’d bought Mary Jo….
“They’re here.” Roy was looking out the front window, which provided a good view of the driveway.
“Perfect timing,” she said, rubbing her hands together. And she meant it in more ways than one. Linnette and Pete were married and now their son, too, was ready to start his family.
Corrie removed her apron and tossed it on a kitchen chair. She’d take the salad out of the refrigerator just before they sat down at the table. They’d visit first, with some hors d’oeuvres and a congratulatory glass of wine.
Roy opened the door for Mary Jo and their son, who held Noelle’s baby carrier.
“Welcome, welcome.” Corrie rushed forward to hug Mary Jo and her son. Her eyes instantly went to the baby who would soon be her granddaughter. She looked forward to becoming a grandmother—twice in one year—and already adored Noelle. She envisioned cooking with her one day and teaching her how to make shepherd’s pie. They’d have tea parties and would fill coloring books together.
“I was hoping you’d make that,” Mack said, gesturing at the table. “Smells fantastic.” He kissed his mother on the cheek as Mary Jo dealt with Noelle.
Corrie noticed that Mary Jo wasn’t wearing an engagement ring, but maybe Mack hadn’t bought it yet. All through their drinks and carefully chosen appetizers—cheese, crackers, stuffed mushrooms and tiny sausage rolls—she waited for an announcement that didn’t come.
“Everything’s ready,” Corrie finally said, and stood to bring the salad to the table.
They sat down together, and after a short grace, Roy refilled their glasses. Corrie handed the serving spoon to her son.
“This is my favorite dinner,” he told Mary Jo. “Mom makes it every year on my birthday.”
“I’ll give you the recipe if you like,” Corrie was quick to tell Mary Jo.
“Why, thank you. I’d enjoy that.”
“My mother’s a great cook.”
Corrie blushed at the praise. She took her first bite and was pleased with how well the shepherd’s pie had turned out—every bit as good as last year’s. She didn’t make it often, since Roy had his own favorites.
Halfway through the meal Corrie couldn’t stand the suspense anymore. “I believe I know why you and Mary Jo wanted to stop by,” she said coyly, glancing at her husband.
“You do?” Mack’s gaze shot to Mary Jo.
“You know we came about the letters?” Mary Jo asked Corrie.
Corrie frowned. “Letters? What letters?” She turned to her husband, hoping for an explanation.
“Mary Jo found a box filled with letters from World War II,” Mack said. “Remember?”
Corrie nodded. “Of course I do,” she replied. In fact she’d had a long conversation with Peggy about them.
“Then Mack found a diary, hidden in the same space,” Mary Jo added.
“You came here because you wanted to talk about the letters?” Corrie was fascinated by them, too, but couldn’t let go of her hope that they’d come to share the news of their engagement.
“They’re incredible, Mom.” Mack’s voice rose with enthusiasm. “Did I tell you Mary Jo and I have been doing research on D-day? The Normandy invasion.”
“June 6, 1944,” Roy said, apparently in case she’d forgotten the date.
“Joan Manry and Jacob Dennison were so much in love, and then after the invasion…there’s nothing.” Mary Jo looked at Corrie and then Roy. “No more letters, no more diary entries. It’s a mystery.”
“Mary Jo and I keep wondering what happened to them.”
“We’
re dying to find out,” she told Corrie. “The letters—”
“You asked to have dinner with us because of the letters?” Corrie broke in. She couldn’t conceal her disappointment.
Mack stared at her blankly. “Actually, you asked us to dinner, remember?”
“Yes…no. I apologize.” Corrie placed her hands in her lap. “I thought… I hoped you’d come for another reason.”
“Corrie…” Roy warned, his voice low.
“What?” Mary Jo asked.
“Well, I’d hoped…” Corrie managed a half smile as she turned to her son. “I just assumed, you know, with the two of you spending so much time together, that you might’ve decided to…get married.” She looked from her son to Mary Jo and then at Noelle. She’d swear the baby wasn’t pleased, either, making a sad face and kicking out her legs as if struggling to break free of her carrier.
“Mack and I—” Mary Jo’s eyes widened. “No, that isn’t it at all.”
“So I see.”
“Tell me more about the letters,” Roy said, changing the subject and not being subtle about it.
Mack seemed as eager as his father to talk about something other than marriage. “Seeing how abruptly the letters stopped after the invasion, Mary Jo and I thought Jacob must’ve been killed.”
“We don’t think so now,” Mary Jo said, “because we can’t find his name on the list of soldiers laid to rest in France following D-day. Nor is he among those recorded as missing in action.”
“He might have been wounded,” Roy suggested.
“We thought so, too, but getting that kind of information is much more difficult.”
“I see,” Roy said, casting Corrie one of his I-told-you-so looks. “So you want me to help you with the research?”
“Not yet,” Mack responded. “For now, we’d just like any ideas you might have. Any new directions you could point us in.”
Mary Jo smiled. “We’re actually having a lot of fun reading about the war and looking for information on Jacob’s role. We found some maps of Normandy—of the beaches—on the internet with the battle plans marked on them. We know approximately where his division landed.”