Chapter 5
Chapter Five
HAYDEN
I’d officially been in Hope Valley for a week and a half, and with each passing day, I grew happier that I’d taken Sylvia up on her offer. I felt a peace in this small town that I hadn’t known I was missing until I experienced it.
I’d worried about putting Ivy in daycare while I worked the shop since she had stayed home with me every day since she was born, but the moment she caught sight of the coloring station, she was in heaven. She loved the place and was already making friends with the other kids.
Aside from adding a few personal touches, I hadn’t changed much of Sylvia’s—my—house. To me, it was perfect just the way it was, from the chunky crocheted afghans to the macramé wall décor.
Every evening after work, Sylvia took Ivy and me through yoga poses to help us relax and unwind from the day—my girl was surprisingly good at yoga—then I’d make dinner for all of us.
I’d forgotten how nice it was to eat a meal as a family, sitting around the table and listening to Ivy as she regaled us with exciting tales of the life of a preschooler.
Once I put her down for bed, Sylvia and I would share a cocktail, sometimes at the kitchen table, but more often in the back garden where I found it the most tranquil.
She told me stories about the people she knew in town, going on about kidnappings and drug dealers and such.
Most of what she said sounded too farfetched to believe.
Hope Valley was a quiet, idyllic little town you’d expect to see in a Thomas Kincaid painting.
I couldn’t imagine it being a hotbed of criminal activity.
Still, as she ordered, I made sure to lock all the doors and windows, even when Ivy and I were home. Although I hadn’t met our new neighbor yet, it was comforting to know there was a police officer living right next door.
I was finding my footing at Sylvia’s shop, Divine Flora.
She was slowly starting to shift the responsibilities of running the place to me while teaching me everything she knew.
I’d always been good with plants and flowers, but she was teaching me how to make eye-catching arrangements as well as the fanciful little fairy gardens I’d fallen in love with at first sight.
It was only a matter of time before she’d be able to come and go as she pleased.
I was in the zone, clipping the stems of flowers I thought would look pretty together and stuffing them into a really cool art-deco vase when I heard the bell over the door ring.
Looking up from my work, I watched as two women walked inside, heading straight for the counter where Sylvia was working.
One was a short, curvy woman with huge doe eyes and an incredible head of long, thick hair.
I wasn’t sure if it was dark blonde or a super light brown, but whatever the case, it was gorgeous.
She was also sporting a noticeable baby bump.
The other woman was equally curvy, only taller, and she also had incredible hair that was a red several shades darker than my own.
“Hayden,” Sylvia called from across the shop. I looked her way to see her waving me over. “Come over here for a second, darlin’. There’s some people I want you to meet.”
“Be right there.” Tucking the stem of the orchid in place, I took a step back and tilted my head to get a good look at what I’d just created. It wasn’t bad if I said so myself. Wiping my hands on the front of my tie-dye apron, I headed toward the trio.
“Hayden, this here is Eden and Nona. Ladies”—she waved her hand toward me—“this is my great-niece, Hayden Young. She just moved to town and is helpin’ me out with the shop until I can convince her to step fully into my shoes so I can retire once and for all.”
“Hey. Nice to meet you,” I greeted with a congenial grin.
“Right back at you, doll,” the redhead returned. “So, where’d you move here from?”
“Oh, just Richmond. So not too far away.”
“What brings you to Hope Valley?” Eden asked.
“Oh, uh . . . Well—”
“It’s a tale old as time,” Sylvia cut in. “Cheating bastard of a husband sleeps with wife’s best friend, blah, blah, blah. You know how the story goes.” She waved her hand as though the bomb she’d just dropped was no biggie.
“I’m so sorry,” Eden said, those big eyes filling with sincere sympathy.
“Oh, babe. Been down that road,” Nona commiserated. “Only, my ex didn’t bang a friend. He banged the town skank. But that’s a story for another time.”
As strange as this whole conversation was, I kind of wanted to hear the vivacious woman’s story.
“Well, that’s over and done,” Sylvia declared with finality. “What matters is that she and her daughter are here now, they’re doing just fine, and I’m havin’ a cookout next weekend to celebrate their arrival, so be sure to spread the word, ladies.”
“Ooh!” Eden cried, clapping her hands. “Are you going to make that hummus with the lemon juice and chives again? That stuff is amazing and one of the only things I’m able to keep down. This little bean isn’t letting me enjoy much of anything these days,” she said, giving her belly a rub.
“I can certainly add it to the menu.”
I looked to my aunt in shock. “When did you plan a cookout?”
“Just now,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulder. “One thing you’ll learn from me, sweets; the best parties you’ll ever attend are the ones that form outta thin air.”
“Seriously, Sylvia, you don’t need to do that.”
“Shush, dearie. It’s already done.” She looked back to Eden and Nona. “You’ll pass word along, yeah? Any and all are welcome. I only require each guest to bring a dish.”
“We’re on it,” Nona assured her before turning to me. “Your aunt throws the best parties. Last time, she started an impromptu yoga class. There had to have been like, forty people in her back yard, following along.”
“Oh. And remember the one where she accidentally set out her special brownies instead of the regular ones? There were at least ten people walking around high as kites before she realized and stashed the rest away.”
Both women laughed as I rolled my lips between my teeth to hide my smile. Yoga and pot brownies . . . That was so Sylvia.
Apparently Nona ran the one and only salon in town—and it was the best salon in the state to hear my aunt tell it—and had a standing order once a week for an arrangement she kept at the front desk.
Before they left they insisted on exchanging numbers so they could let me know when the next girls’ night was happening.
I wasn’t used to women being so upfront and friendly.
The few friends I had back in Richmond—including Krista—had spent most of their time bad-mouthing the others when they weren’t around.
I wasn’t na?ve enough to think they hadn’t said nasty things about me when I wasn’t there, and I was sure they were having a field day now that Krista had stepped into my former life with no problem at all.
But what little I knew of these two Hope Valley women, I liked.
Sylvia was a fantastic judge of character, so if she said they were good people, they were good people.
And I liked the idea of a girls’ night, especially if it was with women who weren’t backstabbing gossips who’d known my husband was screwing around and had kept it from me the entire time.
“Well,” my aunt said on a sigh as the door closed behind Nona and Eden, “I’d say that went over just fine, wouldn’t you? Those ladies are good eggs. You’ll fit right in.”
I looked at her and cocked a brow. “So, in the span of a few minutes, you’ve already scheduled a party and worked your magic to find me new friends?”
“Sounds about right.”
“You’re a little crazy,” I said on a giggle. “You know that, right.”
“Of course I do,” she declared, shooting me a sly wink. “And isn’t it so much fun?”
It absolutely was.
After two weeks in our new home, everything had been going great . . . with one glaring exception. It was Friday afternoon, and Alex was scheduled to arrive at any second to pick Ivy up for his weekend visit.
This would be my first full weekend in Hope Valley without my baby girl, and I’d been a walking bundle of anxiety all day long, dreading the moment I had to hand her over.
The doorbell rang, followed less than a second later by Ivy’s high-pitched shriek. “Daddy’s here!” she screamed as her little feet pattered down the hall. “Mommy! Daddy’s here! Daddy’s here!”
I managed to paste a smile on my face even though my heart was shriveling like old fruit. “You think so, love bug?”
She started hopping in place. Since it was just the two of us most of the time now, I’d stopped dressing her like all the other kids in our circle of friends back in Richmond and let her pick her own clothes.
Today she was wearing a pair of tiny pink Converse sneakers, black jeans with bright pink, yellow, and purple daisies embroidered around the cuffs that went all the way up to her knees, and a matching pink shirt.
Her long, curly red hair was hanging loose and wild down to the small of her back.
She looked absolutely adorable, and it was taking everything I had not to burst into tears.
“Yeah, Mommy. I know it’s him! It’s gots to be.”
“Well then why don’t we open the door and see?”
“Okay, yeah! Do it now!”
I gave her one last grin before turning to the door and schooling my features in preparation for facing my ex-husband. Taking a fortifying breath, I twisted the knob and pulled the door open.