Just Around The Corner. Tara Quinn Taylor

Phyllis had hated Sam Montford when she’d first heard about him. But after months of getting to know the man, she had to admit she was as fond of him as everyone else in this town.

      Cassie was a lucky woman. In so many ways.

      “Today is for Tory and Randi,” Phyllis answered her friend belatedly. “I don’t want to spoil it for them.”

      “I think a baby shower is a perfect time to tell your friends that you’re going to have a baby,” Cassie said. Phyllis recognized the tone in her friend’s voice. Cassie wasn’t planning to give up on this one easily.

      And, Phyllis wasn’t certain she had the energy to fight her.

      “Maybe,” she allowed, a partial concession.

      “It’d be good to do it with everyone together.” Cassie turned onto the road that wound up the mountain to Becca and Will’s home—the same road that continued on up to Montford Mansion, the home Cassie’s husband would one day inherit.

      “Maybe I should wait and tell Will first,” Phyllis said, frowning. “I’m not sure I should drop a bomb like this on my boss in a room full of people.”

      Will Parsons was the president of Montford University. He’d been the one who’d hired Phyllis away from her Boston College the year before.

      “You’re afraid he’s going to ask too many questions,” Cassie said.

      She wasn’t letting Phyllis get away with anything. “There is that.”

      “All the better to make the announcement today, then. There’ll be so many people talking at once, he won’t have a chance to say a word.”

      “Maybe he won’t be there.”

      “Are you kidding? Randi’s his baby sister. He’s watching her like a hawk. Besides, other guys are going to be there. Ben. And Zack.”

      “And Sam,” Phyllis said, grinning at her friend. The guys were all coming over after a round of golf. They were going to grill steaks that evening.

      Just the thought of it made Phyllis’ stomach start to churn again.

      “You need me to pull over?” Cassie asked, her quick gaze filled with sympathy as she noticed Phyllis sliding down in her seat, head in her hands.

      “Not yet,” Phyllis said, trying to concentrate on cool breezes and sheets and showers and anything else that was cool and nonedible. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me today. It hasn’t been nearly as bad as this…until today.”

      “It happens like that sometimes,” Cassie said, a pregnancy pro now that she was all the way into her sixth month. “The good news is it can go as quickly as it comes.”

      “Thank God for that.”

      “So, you still coming over for Thanksgiving?”

      “Of course.” Phyllis smiled. Hard to believe the holiday was only five days away. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Cassie, Tory, their families. It was what life was all about.

      “I called you a couple of times yesterday,” Cassie said as she maneuvered her Taurus slowly up the hill.

      “I was gone.”

      “For hours.”

      “You checking up on me, Mom?”

      “Maybe.”

      “Matt and I went to Tortilla Flat for lunch.”

      “Oh?”

      “It wasn’t like that.” Phyllis eyed her black leather boots, deciding they complemented the beige hip-huggers she was wearing with her leopard blouse and black leather vest. She might not be wearing the slacks or top for long, but the boots would still fit in a couple of months, wouldn’t they?

      “How was it, then?” Cassie asked. If she’d been trying for casual, she failed.

      “He just thought we should get together once, share medical information, stuff like that.”

      “Did he tell you anything about his family? About his life before Shelter Valley?”

      “A little.”

      “And?”

      “I don’t think he’s the cold fish you think he is, Cass,” Phyllis said, sitting up. “He had a rough time growing up, and I’m pretty sure there’s been some serious stuff since then, but he’s a good man. Fair. Conscientious.”

      Cassie pulled into the Parsons’s circular drive, parking the car behind three others already there.

      “I’m not telling them today,” Phyllis said, looking at the beautiful home that belonged to her very first friends in Shelter Valley. “I’m still early in my term—I need a little more time.”

      Cassie’s expression relaxed as she nodded. “About Matt Sheffield, you’re going to be okay, aren’t you?” she asked softly.

      “You mean I’m not going to do something stupid like fall for him?”

      “Okay, maybe.”

      “Don’t worry,” Phyllis said, her stomach heaving again. “There’s no chance of that at all.”

      “I’d just hate to see you get hurt.”

      “I know,” Phyllis said, squeezing Cassie’s hand. “I don’t intend to.”

      Phyllis knew that not every woman was meant to share her life with a man. She was one of those women. She could handle relationships with men as friends, but that was it.

      The ground was too uneven, too treacherous, for a lifetime of one-on-one. Maybe she was too much of a threat. Or perhaps being around her all the time just got old.

      Which was fine by her. She’d already tried love and marriage and had no intention of taking those risks again. The one and only time she’d ever come close to losing her grasp on reality had been when she’d been emotionally involved with a man.

      Cassie didn’t have anything to worry about.

      Matt Sheffield couldn’t hurt her. Because he wouldn’t get the chance.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      “MR. SHEFFIELD, may I speak with you for a moment?”

      Turning from the lighting board, Matt nodded. “Sure, Sophie, what’s up? Another problem with Daniel?”

      Matt had assigned him to a couple of shows over the semester, in a couple of different capacities. The kid might love the theater, might want to be a techie more than anything else in life, but he just didn’t get the technical stuff.