“What’s Jane doing?” Glen asked. “I thought this was her day off.”
“It is. She’s with Annie. Since Jane talked Annie into moving here, she feels personally responsible for the bookstore’s success. I made her promise not to lift anything and she said she wouldn’t, but I know my wife. She’s working as hard as half a dozen men about now.”
Lucas gathered that the women in Promise were thrilled with the idea of a bookstore. Just that morning, he’d gone into the café at the bowling alley for coffee, only to find a sign-up sheet for reader groups by the cashier. Annie already had three or four such groups forming, and the bookstore hadn’t even opened yet.
Lucas didn’t understand the point of reading groups. He didn’t want anyone telling him what he should or shouldn’t think about a book. He was quite capable of forming his own opinions, thank you kindly. Women, though, seemed to look at it differently. There was a group to talk about the classics and one for romance novels; there was even a group to discuss “simplicity” books. Simplicity? If women found it so all-fired necessary to simplify their lives, they might start by cutting out all these unnecessary groups and weekly meetings. But then, no one had asked for his thoughts on the matter.
“Have you met Annie yet?” Glen asked, glancing casually toward Lucas.
“Not formally,” Lucas said before taking another long swallow of iced tea. He’d seen her around town a few times. She was tall and fragile looking. From what Cal had told him, she’d been involved in a car accident a while back, followed by a bad divorce. Apparently it was the need for a new beginning that had brought her to Promise.
New beginnings were something Lucas understood. Three years ago, after his wife’s death, he’d returned to Promise, seeking a fresh start for himself and his children. He’d spent the first ten years of his life in Promise; then the family had moved to Oklahoma City. His parents had retired in Promise soon after he graduated as a veterinarian. When his wife died, his mother had urged him to make the move back, promising to help him care for his two young daughters. And she had. He couldn’t have made it this far without his parents’ help. If only Julia...
Pain tightened his chest at the thought of his wife. Julia had been dead for almost four years, but the ache inside him never seemed to diminish. True, the sharpness of his loss had dulled with time, but not the empty feeling deep inside him. At night especially, the loneliness was more than he could bear.
Losing their mother had been terribly hard on Heather and Hollie, who continued to weep for Julia. Not as frequently now as in the beginning, but often enough to remind him that neither girl had forgotten her mother or ceased to miss her. Lucas pushed away the memories and tried to resume an interest in the conversation.
“Personally, I don’t know what it is with women and their books,” Glen was saying. “Ellie’s downright excited about this new bookstore.” He shook his head. “I can see what’s going to happen already. Tumbleweed Books is gonna be just like Dovie’s place. I’m gonna feel like a bull in a china shop the minute I step inside. You know what else I figure? She’ll start selling other stuff besides books. There’ll be trinkets and smelly women things, and coffee with stuff in it. Like vanilla.” He shuddered. “I say it’s time a man opened a shop in Promise.”
“Men don’t buy that many books.”
Lucas raised his eyebrows. “Maybe you don’t, Cal, but I happen to read quite a bit.”
“I didn’t say men didn’t read,” Cal objected. “I said they don’t buy books. Did you realize that seventy percent of all books are bought by women?”
“When did you become such an expert on book sales?” his brother asked sarcastically.
“Since I’ve been talking to Annie. She knows about books—used to work in a library. And she knows about business. She did her research before deciding to open her bookstore.”
“Good for her,” Glen said. “But what about a store for us men? Where a guy can smoke a good cigar and buy new boots at the same time.”
That sounded like a great idea to Lucas, but from personal experience he knew that what Cal had said was true. Only it wasn’t limited to books. Women took real pleasure in shopping. And pride—it apparently required great skill to scout for bargains. Hell, whenever he had to buy jeans, he refused to check out prices in three or four stores just to save a few pennies. His time was too valuable to waste on bragging rights for a pair of denims. In his dad’s words, “Women shop. Men buy.” That always made Julia laugh—no, he wasn’t going to think about Julia now.
“It isn’t only the women Annie’s catering to, you know,” Cal continued. “Besides her reader groups, she’s hoping to start a creative-writing group and Saturday-afternoon storytelling for kids. You might be interested in that for your girls. She’s already got Travis Grant lined up.”
This was one of the longest speeches Lucas had ever heard from Cal, and he appreciated the information.
Travis Grant was a local writer with a wide national audience for both his children’s books and adult adventure series. Lucas had been looking for ways to encourage Heather to read, and this sounded perfect. He hadn’t managed to convince her that reading was fun, not a chore. However, getting Heather to read was the least of his worries at the moment.
At Cal’s mention of the girls, Glen turned his attention to Lucas. “How’s it going with your new housekeeper?”
Lucas shrugged. He paid top dollar for Mrs. Delaney and found the woman to be adequate, but little else. She watched the girls before and after school, cooked their dinner and did light housekeeping. Although Mrs. Delaney was kind enough to his children, she didn’t offer them any real comfort. And she wasn’t enthusiastic about much of anything. She didn’t read to the kids or play with them.... He shrugged again.
“That says it all,” Cal muttered.
Lucas nodded in agreement. “Sometimes I think it’d be easier to find myself a wife.”
“Then why don’t you?” Glen asked. “There’s got to be someone within a hundred-mile radius who’d be willing to have you.”
Lucas slapped his hat against his friend’s side, and Glen laughed. Despite his own grin, Lucas saw no humor in his dilemma. His parents, Carl and Elizabeth Porter, had been looking after the girls, but caring for two youngsters had taken a toll on his mother and she needed a break.
His mother felt she was letting him down, but Lucas was the one who insisted his parents travel for a while and enjoy their retirement. They’d done far too little vacationing since he’d moved to Promise with his girls. It was time.
“Things are bound to get better,” Lucas said. He sounded more certain than he felt.
“Yeah,” Glen concurred, and Cal nodded.
For the sake of his sanity, Lucas hoped his friends were right.
Grady Weston had been in a bitch of a mood all afternoon, and he knew why. It was because of Richard and that damn letter. Just when Grady was beginning to feel his life was finally free of his brother, Richard turned up again. Like a bad penny. Interesting how many relevant clichés there were, he thought grimly. A rotten apple. A bad seed. A thorn in his side.
Richard’s most recent effort to weasel his way back into the family’s favor infuriated him. Grady knew he needed to talk to Savannah and soon, otherwise Caroline was going to start asking questions. He’d never been good at hiding his concerns from his wife. He hadn’t mentioned the letter, which meant she’d probably hear about it from Savannah. He wanted to avoid that. Even now, after three years of marriage, he couldn’t shake a niggling fear that was tied to Caroline’s past connection with his brother.
At the end of the day, Grady didn’t head