Angel's Rest (38 page)
Authors: Emily March
“That my knees are too old for this hardwood floor.” He rose and pulled her to her feet, saying, “C’mere. I want to hold you.”
He led her over to the padded window seat, where he sat with his back against the wall and one leg spread along the length of the seat. He pulled her down between his legs, wrapped his arms around her and their children, and stared out at the view of Hummingbird Lake and Sinner’s Prayer Pass beyond. So beautiful. So joyous.
He cleared his throat against a lump of emotion, then patted her tummy. “How about Beryl and Beulah? Beryl and Beulah Callahan. What do you … whoa! Did you feel that kick?”
“A reaction to the name, I’m sure,” she dryly replied.
“So, what do you think?” He nuzzled her neck.
“I think you’re a bit rusty at picking names. We’ll work on it.” She scooted forward, then twisted around to look at him. “Gabe, are you busy tomorrow morning?”
His brows dipped in a quizzical frown. “Celeste’s grand opening is tomorrow.”
“The festivities begin at noon. I’d like to schedule something else for the morning.”
His eyes went wide. “You’re gonna have the babies in the morning?”
“No, I hope not.” She laughed softly at the panic in his eyes. “Celeste put the opening off a week so that I could be there, and as much as I want to have these little guys, I hope they’ll cooperate and wait until after the party and … the wedding.”
“Wedding?”
“Will you marry me again, Mr. Callahan? Tomorrow morning in church?”
“You’re proposing to me?”
“I am.”
“Cool. In that case, I will absolutely marry you tomorrow morning in church. As long as the babies don’t rearrange our plans.”
“They won’t dare.” As Clarence crossed the room and plopped himself down at Gabe’s feet, Nic looked down at her belly and said, “You let me have my wedding, kiddos, or otherwise I’ll let your daddy pick your names.”
Shortly before nine o’clock the following morning in the rectory at St. Stephen’s church, Sage and Sarah helped Nic don the flowing white silk dupioni gown that Celeste had produced for the occasion. Strapless, it had a bodice big enough to contain her bountiful breasts, an empire waist, and an A-line skirt that actually flattered her enormous belly. It fit her to perfection, and when
Nic took a look at herself in the mirror, her mouth gaped in disbelief. “I don’t look like a whale!”
“You look like an angel,” Celeste said.
“A wanton angel,” Sarah corrected.
Sage shook her head. “You look gorgeous, luscious, and happy.”
“Happy.” Nic nodded and accepted the bouquet of red roses that Lori handed to her. “That I am.”
She looked at Celeste and said, “I don’t know what made you decide to order this dress to have on hand, but I’m thrilled you did.”
Celeste gave a dismissive wave. “I believe in being prepared. With that in mind, I have a gift for you. It’s not a wedding gift, but I suspect you might wish to wear it today.”
She reached into her handbag and pulled out a delicate silver chain and pendant. “This is the official healing center blazon that will be awarded to those who have embraced healing’s grace. Wear it next to your heart, Nicole Callahan. Carry the grace you found here with you whatever life path you travel.”
“Angel’s wings!” Nic exclaimed with delight. “How perfect. This is your design, isn’t it, Sage?”
“Yes.” Sage took the necklace from Celeste and fastened it around Nic’s neck. “I have to say, the design was inspired.”
“Thank you.” Nic’s smile encompassed them all. “I’m blessed to have friends like you, a home like Eternity Springs—”
“And a man like Gabe Callahan,” Sarah finished. “Now, quit fiddling around and go marry him again.”
As Nic slipped her bare, swollen feet into white rhinestone-trimmed flip-flops, a knock sounded on the door and Ali stuck her head inside. “They’re all ready for you … oh, Nic. You look fabulous.”
“Thank you. So, Gabe and Jack are waiting?”
“Yes.” Ali waggled her eyebrows salaciously. “And allow me to say that both the groom and his best man are hotties in tuxes.”
Moments later, Nic lived her very own fairy tale as she walked down the aisle of the pretty little church to repeat her vows with the man she loved. A man who, with his spirit now healed, loved her in return.
Gabe held his wife’s hand as they crossed the footbridge over Angel Creek that led to Angel’s Rest, where his friends and his family waited to celebrate … what should he call it? His rebirth? Renewal?
Life.
At the center of the bridge, he halted. “Nic, would you mind … can I have a minute?”
“Of course.” She reached up and cupped his face in her palm, and as she smiled up at him with such sweet love that it took his breath away, he knew she understood. “You take as much time as you need.” Resting her hand on the babies, she added, “We’ll be waiting for you.”
His heart full, Gabe watched her go. Then he gripped the bridge’s handrail and stared down at the clear waters of Angel Creek for a long moment before lifting his gaze to the brilliant blue sky that rose about the snowcapped mountains. “I’m okay, Jen. It’s been a long, ugly winter, but I made it to spring. I know that is what you wanted for me.
“I’m going to contact my father and brothers, let them know I’m still around. It’ll do the babies good to have a grandfather and uncles in their lives, don’t you think? I know you always wanted more family for Matty. I couldn’t give him the Callahans back then, but I’ll make sure they know about him now. And about you, too.
“I’ll miss you forever, and I’ll carry my love for you and Matty always in my heart. Right there along with
Nic and the twins and whoever else life brings me to love. I never thought it would happen, but life is good again. I found what I needed here in this valley. I think—no, I believe—that I was guided here by angels.”
Gabe stood up straight, drew a deep breath, then turned toward the house. He saw Nic watching him, waiting for him. Love warmed his soul. “Come on, Clarence,” he said to the boxer at his feet. “Let’s go home.”
New beginnings are exciting things. For this one I’d especially like to thank my awesome, talented, oh-so-keen-eyed editor, Kate Collins, and my agents, Meg Ruley and Christina Hogrebe, for their support and guidance and belief in this series. You ladies rock. Special thanks to Lynn Andreozzi for the spectacular cover designs for the Eternity Springs series. I love this look! Also, thanks to my dear friends Scott and Christina Ham, who knew just the motivation to give me to find my way to Eternity Springs, and to Mary Dickerson for being my reader, my red-liner, and, most important, my friend.
Read on for a preview of
Emily March’s next novel
in her Eternity Springs series:
September
The echo of the gunshot jerked Sage Anderson out of her nightmare. Her eyes flew open. She lay in the darkness, panting, sweating, her heart pounding in fear, her hands clenched into fists.
Oh, God
.
The images. The sounds.
Oh, dear God
.
It was a dream. Just a dream. One of those old, horrible, terrifying nightmares that had haunted her ever since the events she’d just dreamed about had taken place.
Slowly the past retreated. Her pulse calmed and her fingers relaxed. At that point, the shivering began, a reaction to both the chill in the room and the aftermath of the dream.
Sage rolled up and reached for the bedclothes she’d kicked off the end of the bed during the dream. This was the first time in months that she’d been plagued by one of these nightmares. She had thought she’d put them behind her.
“I am so totally done with this,” she said aloud as she yanked up the sheet, tugged up the comforter, and fished for her discarded socks at the bottom of the bed. When she finally cuddled beneath goose down and Egyptian cotton, she turned her head into the pillow and tried to cry.
She badly wanted to succeed in the effort, to sob and
wail and release these vicious emotions churning inside her. As usual, the tears wouldn’t come. In the past few years, she’d managed to find catharsis in tears only a handful of times.
When her eyes remained stubbornly dry and the possibility of sleep appeared completely beyond reach, she focused her attention on more pleasant thoughts. She thought about weddings. Her best friend’s wedding. Well, one of her best friends, anyway.
Yesterday Nic Callahan had returned to town and reconciled with her husband. They planned to reaffirm their wedding vows at St. Stephen’s later this morning prior to the grand opening celebration for Angel’s Rest, Celeste Blessing’s healing center and spa. Sage was thrilled for Nic and Gabe. She was pleased for Celeste and excited for Eternity Springs. Today promised to be a lovely day.
And I’m not going to let a bad dream ruin it
.
With that determined thought uppermost in her mind, she glanced at the bedside clock, where 4:07 glowed in red numerals. Today promised to be a lovely
and long
day, she revised with an inner sigh. She knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep at this point.
Sage sat up and took stock of her options. She could read or watch TV or surf the Net. She could catch up on paperwork or tackle the painting she’d begun yesterday for her upcoming show in Fort Worth. Except she wasn’t in the mood for the first three, and she needed to let that painting sit for a few days. Something wasn’t working with it, and experience had taught her that walking away for a day or two almost always helped her figure out the fix.
Her thoughts returned to the wedding, and at that point she knew what she wanted to do. She’d grab a new canvas and see if she couldn’t create a gift for Gabe
and Nic to mark their special day. She’d do something simple but light, bright, and beautiful.
“Perfect.” She blew out a breath, rolled out of bed, and headed for the studio she’d set up in the cottage’s second bedroom. This was what she needed now—something positive to think about, a task to take her out of the shadows and away from the pain and the past.
In the studio, she placed a blank canvas on her easel and studied it, opening her mind to inspiration. She shied away from one image that hovered in her head, a leftover from her nightmare. Instead, she thought about Nic and Gabe and the obstacles they’d overcome while finding their way to today. She opened her mind to the promise of their bright and happy future, and inspiration flowed. An idea took shape in her imagination. She picked up her paintbrush and went to work. When she stepped away from her easel three hours later, she studied the finished painting and smiled. “Good job, Anderson.”
She had managed to shake off the lingering ugliness of her dream and create something she knew her friends would treasure. All before breakfast. “Not a bad start for the day.”
She showered and dressed and had just decided to toast a bagel when, to her surprise, someone rapped at her front door. Warily Sage peeked through the window blinds.
Celeste Blessing stood on her front porch, a canvas tote bag in one hand, a relaxed smile upon her face. She had gorgeous silver-gray hair and youthful sky-blue eyes. This morning she wore a stylish bright red jacket, and gold earrings shaped like angel’s wings dangled from her ears.
Sage relaxed. When she grew up, she wanted to be just like Celeste. The woman was the kindest, friendliest, smartest, and most active senior Sage had ever met. She
rode a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle for fun, watched DVDs of
The Mary Tyler Moore Show
for entertainment, and she never missed a Sunday at church or failed to give her opinion about the preacher’s sermon. It had been her idea to turn the Cavanaugh House estate into Angel’s Rest Healing Center and Spa, and construction alone had already proved a boon to the economically depressed town even before today’s official opening.
The townspeople loved Celeste for her part in rescuing Eternity Springs. Sage loved Celeste for herself. In many ways, she was the mother and grandmother Sage had never had.
She opened her door with a smile. “Celeste. What brings you out this way?”
“The Landrys offered their vacation home as an overflow facility for the center, and since we’re packed to the rafters with the grand opening, we’ll need to use it tonight.”
The Landrys were a lovely family from Texas who owned the only other house on Reflection Point, the narrow little peninsula where Sage lived. “I wanted to stop and drop off a little welcome basket,” the older woman continued. “When I saw your light, I decided to come beg a cup of herbal tea.”
“I’m glad you did. I was about to toast a bagel. Care to join me?”
“Actually …” Celeste held up the tote bag. “I happen to have breakfast fixings with me. Care if I make myself at home in your kitchen?”
Sage blinked. “That’s fine with me, but with the grand opening, aren’t you swamped?”
“Everything’s under control, and frankly, with all the hustle and bustle, I’m glad to have a few moments of peace and quiet out here at Hummingbird Lake. I have bacon, eggs, a loaf of day-old bread for toast, and a jar of homemade strawberry jam.”
“That sounds much better than a bagel.” Sage eyed the bag appreciatively. “Tell you what. My stovetop is persnickety when it comes to heat regulation. You have to talk to it just right. Why don’t you let me man the frying pan while you handle the toaster?”
Celeste’s blue eyes twinkled. “An excellent plan.”
Sage took the tote bag and led Celeste through the cozy little cottage to the kitchen, where the women went to work. Their conversation centered around the two main events of the day, but when they sat down to eat, Celeste sipped her tea and introduced a new subject. “How are you feeling, Sage? You look a bit tired.”
She attempted a dodge. “I got up early and painted a gift for Nic and Gabe.”
“That’s nice,” Celeste said. “Although I’m sure they wouldn’t have wanted you to miss sleep because of it. This wedding is a last-minute thing, after all.”
“Actually, a nightmare woke me up. I couldn’t get back to sleep.” Sage set down her knife, surprised at herself for admitting the truth. She never talked about the nightmares.
“Oh, you poor thing.” Celeste clucked her tongue. “I’m so sorry. Does that happen often?”
“No, not really.” Sage took a bite of jam-slathered toast and admitted to herself that something about Celeste invited confidences. She was simply so easy to talk to. After savoring the flavor of springtime in the jam, she swallowed, sipped her juice, then added, “Since I moved to Eternity Springs, I sleep pretty well. I think the mountain air is magic.”
“Eternity Springs is special,” Celeste agreed. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This valley nurses a special energy that soothes troubled souls—if those souls open their hearts and minds to the possibilities.”
Sage couldn’t argue against it. Heaven knows the town had been working its magic on her these past few
years. She’d been a basket case, running away from life as she knew it, when she arrived at a crossroads on a Colorado mountain road and turned left, ending up in Eternity Springs.
She couldn’t explain it to anyone—she couldn’t explain it to herself—but she’d known in her bones that the left turn had been the rightest turn of her life. Call it instinct or intuition or a message from her very own angel, but Sage had understood that she was meant to live and work in Eternity Springs, at least for a little while.
So she’d moved here and made friends here. She’d made a life and a career here. Except for occasional nightmares and flashbacks, she was happy here.
“Eternity Springs has been good for me. I predict your healing center will be a wild success, Celeste.”
“I completely agree. Those who open themselves up to all that life has to offer here will find great reward. You remember that, Sage. Now, let me help you with the dishes. Breakfast was simply divine.”
“It did hit the spot. Thank you for providing both the idea and the supplies.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m a big believer in having protein for breakfast. You and I have a packed day ahead of us. We need our protein.”
Sage didn’t argue with her, but she didn’t anticipate her own day being all that busy. Other than showing up at St. Stephen’s thirty minutes early to help Nic dress, the only tasks on her docket were to witness the wedding and stroll Celeste’s estate as a guest at the grand opening. She didn’t intend to open Vistas, her art gallery, at all today.
After Celeste left, Sage wrapped her gift for Nic and Gabe in plain brown paper and fished a red marker from her junk drawer in order to draw hearts as decoration. When the memory of a homemade valentine that
had giraffes sporting heart-shaped spots drifted through her mind, she sucked in a breath.
“Stupid dream,” she muttered, then gritted her teeth as the pain washed over her. Following a dream, invariably the memories hung around like a hangover. Not all memories were bad, but the good ones seemed to be buried beneath the mountain of ugliness she’d brought home from Africa.
Sage set down the marker and walked to her kitchen window, where she gazed out across Hummingbird Lake toward Eternity Springs. Taking in that view went further to rid herself of that “hangover” than ingesting any aspirin or painkiller ever could.
“Forget the nightmare,” she murmured. “The sadness ends now.”
Well, at least for today. Today was going to be a wonderful day. This was Nic’s real wedding day and the culmination of Celeste’s Angel Plan for the economic survival of Eternity Springs. It was a day for celebration—not one for nightmares and heartbreaking memories—and it was time she headed for the church.
As she retrieved her car keys from her bedside table, she stared longingly at her pillow and added aloud, “A day for celebration, and maybe a nap.”
A hand slapped Colt Rafferty’s ass and jolted him out of his dream. It had been a good dream, too. Warm sun and a sugar-sand beach. A beer in his hand. Half-naked women jumping to catch a Frisbee, jiggling. Loved that jiggling.
“Roust your butt out of bed, boy. The trout are calling our names.”
Colt growled into his pillow and bit back the caustic words he would have spoken to any other man on earth. This man, however, was his father.
He cocked open one eye and groaned. “It’s still dark.”
“Of course it’s still dark,” Ben Rafferty said. “Have you forgotten how to fish? We need to be at the water at dawn.”
Colt’s flight out of Washington yesterday had been delayed by weather. It had been midnight before he’d made it to Eternity Springs, almost two before he’d hit the sack. What he needed was sleep. “Angel Creek is right outside.”
“I fished the creek yesterday while I was waiting for you to get here. If I’d known you’d be so late arriving, I’d have gone up toward Gunnison and tried my hand at the Taylor River. I’ve been itching to fish there for years. We don’t have time for that today, though, so I’m thinking we should fish Hummingbird Lake this morning. It’s only ten minutes from here, and with the grand opening kicking off at noon, this will be a busy place this morning. Fishing should be done in peace and quiet.” Then, in a quieter tone, he added, “We only have today together, son. I don’t want to miss a minute of it.”
At that, Colt rolled out of bed.
Twenty minutes later they stood along the bank of Hummingbird Lake and made their first cast of the morning. With it, Colt felt the warm, gentle blanket of peace surround him. His dad must have experienced a similar sensation, because he sighed and said, “This comes close to being a religious experience.”
“Yep. And I’ve been away from church for too long.”
Ben Rafferty glanced at him. “How long has it been since you’ve visited Eternity Springs?”
“Four years. Haven’t been back since I took the job in D.C.”
His father shook his head. “That’s a crying shame, son.”
Colt had to agree. Colorado always had been special to him. His family had vacationed in Eternity Springs every year when he was a kid, and he’d loved everything
about the town. He’d started working summers up here his last two years in high school and continued that all the way through college and even grad school. His mom always said that the reason he stayed in academics as long as he had was because he wasn’t willing to give up his summers in the mountains.
“I wish this trip could be longer,” he admitted. “If my appointment next week was for anything other than testifying before Congress, I’d skip it.”
“That’s a difficult class to cut.” Ben Rafferty, high school science teacher, nodded sagely.
“It’s a dog and pony show, is what it is. A pain in the ass.” After a teaching stint at Georgia Tech, Colt had taken his PhD in chemical engineering to the CSB, the U.S. Chemical Safety and Hazard Investigation Board, where he investigated industrial explosions. He loved the work—solving the puzzle of what had happened in an incident and why and determining how to avoid a similar accident in the future—but he hated the hoops he and his team had to go through to get anything changed. They could write wonderful reports about their findings, but unless that led to change, what good did they do? “Let’s not talk about work anymore. It’ll spoil my appetite for my fish. I’m here today, and I intend to take full advantage of it. A little dose of Eternity Springs is better than nothing.”
