Barefoot in the Sand (42 page)

Of course she didn’t have red eyes or bed head or morning breath, unlike Lacey, who no doubt had them all.

“My cavalry comes again.”

“The other two-thirds of your cavalry is asleep in the waiting room.”

“Oh.” Lacey sighed. “Where would I be without you guys?”

“You’ll never have to know.” She glanced at the bed. “Please tell me it looks worse than it is.”

“It does,” Lacey confirmed. “She has a concussion, but nothing permanent. We’re lucky.”

Jocelyn put both hands on Lacey’s cheeks. “And how’s Mom?”

“A wreck.”

“What about the big meeting?”

“It starts in…” She looked around the room for a clock. Naturally, Jocelyn wore a watch, which was already set to local time. Lacey took her wrist and did a quick calculation. “Less than three hours. And I’m two hours away. Shit.”

“Is that your excuse?”

“No, I have a better one. I’m not leaving Ashley. She’s been through enough.”

“Poor thing.” Jocelyn reached out and touched the blanket but not the sleeping girl. “We’ll stay with her. You go and fight the good fight, Lace.”

Not a chance. “The meeting’s at ten, Joss. I’d have to leave in the next hour to even get down to Mimosa Key in time, let alone shower, dress, and get my act together.” She glanced at her sleep-worn T-shirt and jeans, the flip-flops on her feet, and—no, she didn’t even want to think about her hair.

“We can go.” Zoe stood in the doorway, looking a lot like Lacey felt. “You can stay here with Ashley.”

“We can be down there with time to spare,” Tessa said, coming up behind her with a sleepy yawn. “We’re co-investors. We’ll fight the old-school bastards.”

Ashley stirred, stopping the conversation as Lacey practically leaped to her side.

“Hey, Princess Pot-Pie. How ya feelin’?”

“ ’Kay.”

“Did she just call her Princess Pot-Pie?” Zoe nearly choked. “Did I hear that right?”

“That’s what she calls me.” Ashley smiled and brought her stuffed unicorn up to her chin, then her eyes flew open. “Oh! Aunt Jocelyn’s back.”

Jocelyn reached over and hugged her. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Are they going to let me go home, Mom? I really want to go home.”

“Not for a few hours, honey.”

“Long enough for us to get back to Mimosa Key in the rental car I got at the Tampa airport,” Jocelyn said. “We can handle the meeting, or at least start it. When you’re done here, you follow. By then we could have the whole zoning issue resolved.”

“You can’t present,” Lacey said, digging for her phone to check for a message she knew wasn’t going to be there. “You have to be a resident of Mimosa Key.” Nothing on the phone.

How long would she keep checking and hoping for word from Clay?

“Then let’s do what Zoe suggested,” Jocelyn said. “We’ll stay with Ashley and you go.”

“Yeah, Mom, that’s the best plan.”

“No.” Lacey shook her head. “I have to sign you out, honey. You’re a minor.”

“We’ll spring her,” Zoe said. “Throw her on a gurney and sneak her out the back like they do in the movies.”

Ashley giggled. “Fun!”

“C’mon, Lace,” Tessa prodded.

“Well, let me talk to the nurse and find out if I can pre-sign or something, then if I leave now… but I—”

“Lacey!” They all said her name in perfect unison. “Quit making excuses!”

“Okay, okay.” She rounded the bed, kissed Jocelyn on the cheek, gave high fives to Zoe and Tessa, then leaned over and gently hugged her baby. “God, I love the four of you.”

She’d made it out the door and down the hall a few steps when Ashley called out, “Mommy! I love you!”

“I love you, too, Pot-Pie!”

The nurse complied with the discharge paperwork, and in less than twenty minutes Lacey was powering the big Rubicon down I-75. By nine-fifteen she was in gridlock Fort Myers morning traffic, swearing as she watched the digital numbers on the dashboard clock click closer to ten.

Running out of time would
not
be her excuse for missing this presentation, damn it.

By nine-forty she crossed the causeway to Mimosa Key, flew across Center and whipped right on Palm, minutes from the house. She could do this. Hell, she might even have time to throw on some makeup and brush her hair.

She could
do
this!

She pulled into the driveway, ran up the walk, and stopped dead in her tracks when the front door opened.

No, no. This wasn’t
possible
. Anybody, anybody, but—

“Mother, what are you doing here?”

“I live here.” Marie Armstrong reached out to yank Lacey closer. Not hug, really, because Lacey’s mother didn’t actually
embrace
others. She squeezed them into submission.

“We got a call from David that Ashley had an accident. Where is she?”

“You know about Ashley?”

Her mother scowled. “Of course I know. We flew down last evening after David called us. He said not to bother you at the hospital but wanted us to know about Ashley. And David!” She said the name with nothing less than reverence. “It was such a thrill to hear from him, Lacey. He sounded wonderful.”

She managed to get inside, brushing by her mother,
hoping for her dad, and scanning the living room for the…

The presentation materials were gone. “What did you do?”

“Lacey, you left an open bottle of wine here. I hope you and your friends weren’t drinking and driving, and all those—”

“Where is everything?” Lacey demanded. “The boards? The model? The papers?”

“That mess? I had Dad put it all away in a guest room closet, and that room was not exactly tidy either, I have to say.”

White lights practically popped in Lacey’s head. “Mother, I’m presenting to the town council in ten minutes!” She started toward the hall, but her mother grabbed her arm.

“Where is Ashley?”

“She’s still in the hospital.”

“And you
left
her? What kind of mother leaves her child in the hospital for a—a garden club meeting?”

“There’s my girl!” Dad came bounding out of the hallway, all bright and white-haired, big and happy. Exactly the opposite of the woman he’d married. But Lacey couldn’t even sacrifice one precious minute to throw her arms around him.

“Dad, I need all the materials you just—”

“Paul, Ashley’s alone in a hospital somewhere!” Mother cried. “Lacey left her there! We have to go to her right this minute.”

“She’s not alone,” Lacey said through a clenched jaw. “She’s with my friends. Tessa and Jocelyn and Zoe are with her.”

“Zoe? That wild one? I don’t think—”

“Mother!” Lacey snapped the word like a whip in the air, and Marie reared back, penciled eyebrows raised high into her forehead.

“Excuse me, young lady.”

“No,” Lacey said, her voice low and quiet now. “I won’t excuse you. I won’t listen to you insult my friends or tell me I’m not a good mother because I left my daughter in their care. In a hospital, I might add.”

“But David said—”

“David’s gone,” Lacey replied, using the shot of adrenaline from her rebellious speech to ease her father out of her way. “Now, you guys could really help me or you can just get out of my way. Right now I’m on a mission to change my life and I’m not going to argue with you about it, Mother.”

“We are not going to help you,” her mother said. “We are going to the hospital to take care of Ashley.”

“She’s taken care of. In fact, she might already be on her way here. Dad, please.”

“What’s going on, Lacey?” he asked. “Are you sure Ashley’s okay?”

“I’m positive. And what’s going on is too complicated to explain right now. I just need your help.”

“Of course. You know what I always say.”

As she walked down the hall, she smiled. “There’s a reason God gives you two parents?”

He chuckled. “I say that tough things make you tougher. And that granddaughter of mine is one tough cookie.”

“Yep, she’s going to be fine. I wouldn’t have left her if I didn’t believe that.”

“And what about her mom?” Dad put a hand on her shoulder, a loving, strong, guiding hand that had always been there for her.

“Going to be fine,” Lacey said. “If I don’t get derailed by disapproval.”

Almost instantly Mother was in the room, glowering at them as if her very presence could break the father-daughter bond. But it couldn’t; that was one thing Marie Armstrong never could control.

“Her
mom
is very busy instructing
me
to back off,” Mother said in response to Dad’s question.

“Then maybe you should listen, Marie.”

That got him a vile look. “Forgive me for doing my job and giving her advice. I’ll never stop, no matter how old I am or how old she is. She doesn’t have to listen, do you, Lacey? You never have, anyway.”

That was the problem: She’d been listening for far too long. At any other time in her life, this would be the point where she would say something to make her mother feel better and back away from the conversation. Instead, she looked up at her father.

“Dad, I wonder if you would do me a huge favor?”

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Come with me and charm the town council.”

“Is that hag Charity going to be there?”

Mother choked. “Charity Grambling is my friend.”

“On Facebook,” Dad shot back, then winked at Lacey. “I never accepted her friendship. She doesn’t floss, you know.”

Lacey laughed. Only Dr. Armstrong, Mimosa Key’s only dentist for three decades, would know that.

“You are
not
going to confront her in the town hall,” Mother said. “Especially looking like that.”

“Like what?” She hoisted the 3-D model. “I think I look just fine.”

Mother sputtered. “Your hair looks like you combed it with a rake.”

“Marie, she looks fine,” Dad said.

“And, Lacey, have you put on weight since this hurricane?”

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head toward the front of the house. “Grab the boards, Dad.”

He marched right past her mother, who stood with her hands on her hips. “Paul, where are you going?”

“To help our daughter, Marie.”

It was going to be okay. Lacey really could do this. She might not have Clay, but she had a little backup and—backbone. Now it was time to use it.

I
n the hallway outside the community room Lacey could hear Sam Lennox’s gavel slam, his booming voice calling the meeting to order. She shared a quick look with her dad, who, during just the short car ride there, had become so fully invested in Lacey’s resort concept that he’d parked illegally right in front of the town hall. Good thing Mother hadn’t come.

“Go, Lace,” he said, nudging her toward the door.

Inside, the buzz grew louder as a few people called her name, some in support and some not. Sam rapped his gavel again, which did little to quiet the noise.

Of course Charity and Company had taken over the front row on the right side, a group that included her daughter Grace and her sister Patience. Standing next to their row, Lacey spotted Gloria chatting with Sheriff Slade
Garrison, who adroitly divided his attention between Glo and the rowdy crowd.

“I think our team’s on the left,” Lacey whispered to Dad, noticing him nodding to many friends and familiar faces on both sides of the aisle.

But some folks weren’t smiling; not everyone wanted change and progress to come to Mimosa Key.

“Thanks for the support, Dad,” Lacey whispered as they walked down the center aisle together. “I know you’ll catch hell from Mother, but I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“I’m proud of you, Lacey, and I know my parents would approve of this resort. I’m just glad we could stay gone long enough for you to find your nerve and stand up to your mother. What happened while we were gone?”

She smiled. “A hurricane?”