"I can't believe you did this without even consulting me!"
Garrett Cantrell stomped across the den of the Woods Inn
Bed and Breakfast. His footsteps were muffled once he
stepped on the oriental rug, then thumped again when he
turned and walked across the hardwood floor.
He stopped and frowned at his daughters, who sat quietly
on the sofa. "What were you thinking?" He turned to his
firstborn. "Macy, you're a high school graduate — and
older than most at that," Garrett said, referring to the
childhood illness that had caused Macy to start school
later than others, giving her almost a two-year edge over
her peers. "You're old enough to know better. Would you
appreciate it if I manipulated your life?"
Macy lifted her chin in a rebellious attitude. He shot her
a quelling look, and she lowered it once again.
"And you." He looked at Molly. "You'll be a senior next
year. How about I set you up with Reggie Snodgrass?" The
look on her face would have been comical had Garrett not
been in such a foul mood.
Reggie didn't exactly turn the girls' heads. Well, he did,
but usually in the opposite direction. Everyone in the
area knew Reggie had been sweet on Molly since first
grade. He was tall, skinny, wore black-rimmed glasses,
talked with a nasal twang and snorted every time he
laughed. The typical high school geek.
Molly lifted her face to her dad, her eyes wide with fear.
She wisely kept her mouth shut.
Garrett paced some more. "I knew I should have gotten rid
of that computer." Stopping in front of them again, he
said, "Let me get this straight. Because of your
fascination with that reality TV stuff, you came up with
the brilliant idea to advertise in a chat room, a contest
called 'Win Daddy's Heart'? Then you left details on a
message board."
The girls sat rooted like potted plants. "You picked five
applicants from pictures and bios e-mailed to you and
offered the women a free two-week stay at our B and B."
Completely mute. Macy's right eye twitched. "You figured
we could live off our investments, so the two weeks
without paying guests would be no big deal." Still pacing,
he said this more to himself than to them. "Then you took
it upon yourselves to write these contestants' names on
the scheduling book so I wouldn't double book our rooms.
When they come, their afternoons will be free, and I am to
take them out individually on the nights of my choosing."
He stopped and turned to them.
At this, Molly nodded ever so slightly. "We all are to
mill around and just get to know one another over the two
weeks, and by the end of their stay, you're hoping someone
will win my heart, is that it?"
Molly's face brightened for just a moment. She nodded
enthusiastically as if her dad was finally catching on.
Macy was much more cautious — and sensible. She didn't
move. Not one inch. He couldn't even tell if she was
breathing. Her eye continued to twitch.
He blew out a long sigh. "Let me see that." He pointed to
the file in Molly's hands.
She handed it to him. "It's all right there, Dad. We
checked out every applicant, making sure they were
compatible with you." She smiled tentatively, as if proud
of herself for being organized with the whole thing.
He glanced through the file. "There are only four
applicants here."
Molly shifted uncomfortably on her seat and looked at
Macy. "Well, uh, we seem to have misplaced the information
on the fifth applicant," Molly admitted.
"She did call, though, and said she probably wouldn't be
able to make it. Something came up. So I don't think we
have anything to worry about," Macy added.
Garrett rolled his eyes. "Perfect." He slapped the file
against the palm of his hand and pulled up a chair.
Sitting down with a thump, he faced them. A slight pause
followed. "Look," he said in a gentle voice, "I know
you're trying to help me. I miss your mom, that's true,
but that's not why I haven't dated. I just haven't met
anyone I want to date."
"But Dad, Mom died three years ago. It's time."
Molly laid each word before him as if tiptoeing across a
room.
"That's not for you to decide," Garrett snapped. His
youngest daughter looked every inch the image of her
mother. Her dark-brown hair lay softly across her
shoulders like a silken scarf, and her brown eyes
glistened in the morning light. He felt his insides go
soft. A headache throbbed over his eyes, causing him to
rub his forehead. "Okay, here's what you have to do.You
write to each of these ladies and tell them there's been a
big mistake. The search for someone for your dad is off.
No free vacations for the applicants. The game's over." He
started to stand.
"We can't," Molly offered in a weak voice.
He stopped in midair, turned to her and sat back down. A
sick feeling washed over him. A feeling that said this
wasn't going to go away. "Why not, Molly?"
She cleared her throat and stared at the toes of her
sneakers. "Um, because a couple of ladies will be coming
tonight. The others will be in tomorrow."
He gaped at them in disbelief. The grandfather clock
ticked from the opposite wall, punctuating the scant
moments of freedom remaining. "You've heard the story of
Jacob and Esau? You know, the selling of the birthright
and all?"
His daughters watched him, saying nothing. "Well, just
know your positions in this family are hanging by a
thread." He paced again. "If we send them home, it could
be bad publicity for the place." He mumbled the words to
himself. He continued to think it through. The women would
have paid for their airfare — he couldn't exactly make
them turn around and go home. He stopped in front of his
daughters. "I can't believe this." He looked at them
incredulously. "I actually have to go through with this."
Right then the front door creaked open. "Yoo-hoo, anybody
home? Hello?" A singsong voice echoed through the
entryway. "Anyone here? Yoo-hoo?"
Garrett cringed. His eyes narrowed and he pinned his
daughters with a stern glare.
They gulped in unison.
Between clenched teeth he hissed, "If you weren't so old,
I'd put you both up for adoption." With that he turned and
stomped out of the room.
"Oh, come on, Lauren, you have to go," Candace and Gwen
chimed in over their conference call.
"You need to get away from this place. Get over Jeff,
think about where you want to work next and just plain
rest," Candace encouraged.
"But tomorrow? I don't have anything packed."
"You always pack light anyway, Lauren," Candace encouraged.
Lauren Romey released a slight smile in spite of the
anxiety welling up inside. Candace Windsor and Gwen
Sandler had been two of Lauren's best friends since
college days. If anyone could talk her into anything, they
could. Though Candace lived in Nevada, Gwen lived in
Arizona and Lauren lived in Indiana, the three managed to
meet every year in Candace's childhood hometown of Bliss
Village, California, just a little way from beautiful Lake
Tahoe. Lauren had fallen in love with the scenic town the
first time she'd gone there, so the idea of going back
ahead of their yearly meeting — even for a suspicious
surprise getaway like the one her friends were now
offering — held a certain amount of charm.
"Now, I can hear your mind clicking from here," Candace
was saying. "Don't worry about the money. It is our gift
to you, and it would be rude of you to refuse us."
Oh, sure, they always played on her weakness of wanting to
please others.
"And since you haven't found another job yet —" Lauren
winced. "Don't remind me."
"You're free as a bird," Gwen added. "I'm sorry, I'm not
trying to make you feel bad, but it's a perfect time for
you to get away, before you're tied up with new
employment."
Unfortunately, the new employment thing didn't seem to be
a problem. Despite the number of resumés the unemployed
corporate attorney had sent out, she didn't exactly have
employers beating down her door to get to her. The fact
that she was "let go" from her prior job, she was sure
didn't help matters.
"Besides that, we have a surprise," Gwen said in her usual
perky voice. A voice that sometimes irritated Lauren.
"Gwen, don't give everything away," Candace warned. Uh-oh,
these two were up to something. "Do you need to tell me
something?"
"Uh, no, you'll find out soon enough. Let's just say we've
taken care of everything and all you have to do is show
up."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Lauren pointed out.
"What's that?" Candace asked. "The 'we've taken care of
everything' part." Gwen laughed. "You worry too much,
Lauren. Just go and have fun." To Gwen, life was just one
big party.
Oh, well, there was no use fighting them. Besides, Lauren
needed to get out of town. Away from Jeff and Camilla.
Away from the memories.
"Now, write this down," Candace was saying.
"Woodwards' Bed and Breakfast." She proceeded to give
Lauren the address and phone number. "Your flight leaves
at seven-ten tomorrow morning. One short layover and
transfer."
Lauren groaned. "Sorry, that's the best we could do. Grab
a taxi and you'll be there by early evening."
"What about Nocchi?" Lauren asked, referring to her shih
tzu.
"They said you could bring her." Gwen laughed.
"We checked."
It seemed they had thought of everything.
Lauren was silent. "You still there?" Candace wanted to
know. "Yes."
"Are we all set?"
Lauren hesitated, then offered a resigned "Yes."
"Whoo-hoo," Gwen called from the line. "Great!" Candace
chimed in. "I'm going to London with Mom and Dad for a
week. Should get back to the States during your second
week. I'll call you then."
"Okay," Lauren said, feeling none too sure about this
whole thing.
"Bon voyage," Gwen called with a laugh.
"She's not going on a cruise," Candace said dryly.