Chapter 29 #2
“Sure.” Anything was better than thinking about his own problems.
“The resort where Grace and I booked our wedding had a water main break, and they’re going to be closed for months while they fix the damage.”
“So where does that leave you guys?”
“They’re going to try to rebook us somewhere else, but they aren’t making any guarantees.”
“And you just heard this?”
Nodding, Evan said, “I made the mistake of checking my email on my phone while everyone else was drinking.”
“Did you tell Grace?”
“Not yet. I figured I’d let her have a good time tonight, and we’ll deal with it in the morning.”
“That sucks, but I’m sure you’ll find somewhere else. You’ve got a couple of months, right?”
Evan nodded. “Five months.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Thanks. We’re going to need it.” Evan pulled up to the hotel and turned into the parking lot. “Hang in there, buddy. It’ll work out.”
He shook hands with his cousin. “Hope it works out for both of us. Thanks again for the ride.” Shane got out of the car, went into the hotel and straight up to his room, where the scent of Katie’s perfume lingered from her earlier visit.
What had started out as a rather great day had gone to shit, and it was all Courtney’s fault. Lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling he’d helped to paint, he wondered if he’d ever be free of her.
From his vantage point in Luke’s kitchen, Mac had a perfect view of Maddie, sitting among the women, laughing and chatting as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
She didn’t have a word to say to him, but had no trouble talking to her friends.
He was hardly ever truly angry with her, but he was right now.
What were they even doing here? They should be home alone, recovering from their loss together.
Did their friends and family think them uncaring because they’d come out to socialize so soon after losing their baby? No one would ever say such a thing, but he was sure they were thinking it, because he was, too.
“Mac?” Grant offered him another beer.
“No, thanks.” The one he had wasn’t going down well. He had no desire for another.
Grant followed his gaze to the living room. “She seems to be doing well.”
“A little too well, if you ask me.”
“What do you mean?”
The moment the words left his mouth, he felt disloyal to his wife.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” As Grant eyed him inquisitively, Mac released a deep sigh.
He was unaccustomed to problems in his marriage and had no idea how to handle this situation.
“She’s acting like nothing happened, when I feel like I’m going to be sick. ”
“Perhaps that’s her way of coping?”
“Maybe,” Mac conceded. “She’s been really, really quiet since we found out, especially around me. Last night, with Mallory, she seemed more like herself, but as soon as Mallory left, she was right back in the shell.”
“It’s only been a couple of days. I’m sure she’ll bounce back to her old self before too long.”
“I’m mad with her,” Mac said softly. “I’m never mad with her.”
“Don’t go there. Nothing good will come of that.”
“Believe me, I know. Can’t help it, though.”
When Stephanie came into the kitchen, Grant extended his hand to her.
She took his hand and snuggled up to him. “I just got some horrible news.”
“What is it?”
“One of my best waitresses is resigning because she’s really sick. She has lung cancer, of all things.”
“Not Lisa Chandler,” Mac said as a sense of dread overtook him.
“Yes, right, you know her, too. The house and everything.”
Mac felt like he’d been gut punched. “Oh my God. This is awful. She was at the house the other day and couldn’t stop coughing. She said she couldn’t afford the clinic, so we asked David to check on her.”
“I hate to hear that she couldn’t afford the doctor,” Stephanie said. “I pay my staff as much as I possibly can, but it’s still not enough for some of them.”
“Her poor kids,” Mac said.
“I know,” Stephanie said tearfully. “They’re adorable.” She looked up at Grant. “Do you mind if we go home? I’m not much in the mood to party after hearing this.”
“Sure, hon. I’m ready to go.” To Mac, he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
“Hang in there,” Grant said, “and stay calm, okay?”
“I will.” He knew Grant was right. Allowing his anger to fester wouldn’t help the situation. It would only make things worse. Mac pushed off the counter and went into the living room.
Maddie looked up when she saw him coming. But rather than the usual adoring look he always received from her, this time she seemed wary.
“Can we go?” he asked.
“I didn’t drive. Did you?”
“No.” Mac’s frustration grew when he realized they were stuck there until they could get a ride.
“I’ll take you,” Tiffany said. “I promised Blaine I’d be home early.”
“He was with us earlier but went home after dinner.”
“He has to work tomorrow.”
“The rest of us do, too,” Mac said, thankful for the diversion that gave him something else to think about besides Maddie’s unusual silence.
“Blaine is ridiculously disciplined on work nights. So much so I’ll probably have to trick him into having sex with me tonight.”
“I can just imagine the kind of tricks you’re capable of,” Maddie said dryly.
Tiffany winked at her sister. “Works every time.”
Mac had little doubt that Tiffany had sensed the tension between him and Maddie and was trying to lighten the mood with her irreverence. The three of them said good night to the others and headed out the door. Mac took the backseat so Maddie and her sister could sit together.
The two of them chatted about the kids, the carpool for Thomas and Ashleigh’s art camp in the morning and the possibility of a beach outing in the afternoon.
“I’ll call you in the morning,” Tiffany said when they arrived at Mac and Maddie’s house.
“Sounds good. Thanks for helping Mom with the kids while we were gone.”
“It was no problem at all. We adore them.”
Maddie hugged Tiffany and got out of the car.
“Mac,” Tiffany said in a low tone. “I want you to know how sorry I am. If there’s anything I can do…”
“See if you can get her to talk about it. I’ve had no luck.”
“I will. Tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” He followed Maddie up the stairs and into the family room, where his parents were watching TV—or he should say his mom was watching. His dad was asleep next to her but came to when they walked in.
“You’re home early,” Linda said.
“We’re tired,” Mac replied.
“I’m sure you are. We’ll get out of your hair.”
Maddie hugged and kissed her in-laws. “Thanks for coming over tonight.”
“We’re happy to do it any time, honey,” Big Mac said.
Maddie gave him a grateful smile and said good night.
Watching her go up the stairs, Mac had never felt more impotent. He knew in his heart of hearts that she was suffering, but she refused to let him in, and he didn’t understand why.
“Give her time, sweetheart,” Linda said softly.
“It’s killing me that she won’t talk to me.”
“She will. When she’s ready. Try to be patient.”
“I’m not exactly known for my patience, especially where she’s concerned.”
“It’s what she needs right now, Mac. I know it’s so hard for you, but please try.”
“I will.” Mac hugged both his parents and waited for them to get into his dad’s truck before he turned off the outside lights and locked up. He trudged up the stairs without the enthusiasm he always felt when it was finally time to go to bed with Maddie.
Tonight he felt anxious and sad. While he knew his mother and Grant were right and he had to be patient, he wanted to scream with frustration and grief and a million other emotions that swirled through him.
Instead of screaming and raging, though, he checked on the kids, then took a shower and shaved before getting into bed beside Maddie.
She shut off the bedside light and turned on her side, facing away from him.
Staring at her back in stunned disbelief, Mac began to feel truly afraid.