Heat Wave (34 page)
Authors: Nancy Thayer
Carley phoned Annabel and Russell and over a crackling, buzzing connection, told them about Paul’s birth and Vanessa’s death. She told them she was legally adopting Paul. She held her breath, and after a moment, Annabel’s voice came clear and strong: “Darling. I’m so sad about Vanessa. But you are doing the right thing, adopting that poor little child.” From then on, her emails and her daughters’ to Annabel and Russell were full of news about Paul’s every cry and drool.
Sunday afternoon, Carley and Wyatt called Cisco and Margaret in for a special talk, to tell them that sometime soon, when they had time to think about it, they would be getting married, and that until then, Wyatt would be living with them, so he could help with all the cooking, and buying groceries, and picking up the girls from school.
Breathlessly, Carley waited for her daughters’ reactions.
Margaret scrunched up her shoulders as her face brightened. “Can I wear a fancy pink dress and scatter rose petals at the wedding?”
Cisco staked her claim with a glower, daring them to disagree: “I’ll hold the baby during the wedding.”
Carley and Wyatt exchanged glances. They hadn’t even had time to think about a
wedding
yet.
Carley said, “Those both sound like excellent ideas.”
Little by little, Wyatt began to transfer his belongings into Carley’s house. She had cleared out closets, so there was plenty of space for his clothing, but she was slightly alarmed at the amount of outdoor equipment he owned. Not just backpacks and tents, but the expensive dirt bike, a surf board, skis, snowshoes, waders and clamming gear. He was such an outdoor man. He was such a
traveler
. Could such a man really find happiness in a home with two little girls and a baby?
Could such a man find happiness with a woman tied down to a busy B&B?
One night in bed, Carley sat up, wrapped her arms around her knees, and asked, “Can we talk?”
Wyatt strode out of their bathroom, clad in the blue-and-white striped pajamas Carley had bought for him, now that he was living with her and the girls. “Shoot.” He settled at the end of the bed, leaning against the footboard.
She could smell the fresh scent of toothpaste. She wanted to crawl the length of the bed and kiss his mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about the money Vanessa left me.”
“Right.”
“It’s a magnificent gift. And perhaps we’ll need it someday, in case of an emergency …”
“You all are
my
family now,” Wyatt said. “
I’ll
take care of you.”
“Oh, Wyatt, that’s not what I meant. I mean, yes, we are your family now, and I’m glad, and I’m grateful you’ll take care of us, but what I’m trying to get at is—Wyatt, I don’t want to give up the Seashell Inn.”
“Okay. No one is saying you have to. But with Vanessa’s money, you don’t
have
to work. You have Paul to take care of now, in addition to your girls, and in the not too distant future,” he finished, teasingly, “a very needy husband. Will you have the energy for the B&B, too? I’m not trying to persuade you one way or the other, Carley, but it’s a question worth considering.”
“I know it is, Wyatt, and I have considered it. The thing is, in a way I can’t explain, the B&B nourishes me. It
gives
me energy. I enjoy it, every bit of it, and I’m looking forward to catching up with the news of the returning guests. I can’t articulate it, but it’s making my life broader, wider, more exciting. Why give up the B&B if it makes me happy? I’ve got plenty of help with the baby.”
“And I’ll do everything I can to help you in the summer, too.”
“You will? Oh, Wyatt, thank you!” Carley tried to crawl across the bed like a sex kitten but got caught in the covers, finally tumbling against Wyatt’s leg. “I want to kiss you.”
“That can be arranged.” Wyatt twisted on the bed, bringing his face down to hers, and pressed his warm, sweet-tasting lips against her mouth.
I can do this
, Carley thought,
I can have so much happiness!
Then Wyatt put his hands on her body and she stopped thinking.
Wednesday evening, Toby was out on an emergency. Maud’s boys were in their rooms. Carley and Maud sat on either side of the work-table in Maud’s study, with cups of decaf sprinkled with chocolate
close by. They were looking one final time at the cookbook. The printer wanted them
yesterday
, and since Maud couldn’t leave her boys, Carley had come here. Wyatt was with the children. All the children.
“It’s ready to go to the printer,” Maud declared.
“I agree.” Carley gave Maud a high five across the table. “The illustrations are beautiful, Maud.”
“So are the recipes.”
“Maud, I want to do another cookbook. I’ve invented a Vanessa cake.”
“Chocolate, I’ll bet.”
“Completely. Streaked with fudge, dotted with chocolate chunks, plus a few mystery ingredients.”
“Vanessa would love that.” Maud pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. “We’ve been on the same wavelength. I’m adding a mermaid named Vanessa to my next book. She’s kind of a fairy godmother.”
Tears pricked Carley’s eyes when she saw the drawing. There Vanessa was, dark hair flowing in the water, jewels covering her breasts, mermaid tail shimmering. “That’s gorgeous!”
“It’s just a sketch. I’ve got to write the story.”
“And I’ve got to invent some more recipes. Maybe I can do an entire Vanessa cookbook.”
“You’ll gain weight with that one.”
Carley chuckled and checked her watch. “No frantic phone calls! I think we’ve done it, Maud. The Great Experiment has succeeded.”
“Who would ever think it possible? Wyatt alone in a house of children.”
“Well, Cisco’s still awake, doing homework. If Paul wakes up, she’s perfectly capable of dealing with him. Although,” she added, frowning, “Paul has a cold. I think Margaret brought it home from school. He sneezes and snuffles and seems miserable. Poor little guy.”
“He’ll be fine,” Maud assured her.
“Hope so. He was sleeping when I left. Wyatt promised to phone if there was a problem.”
Maud stretched her arms high above her head. “How’s Wyatt doing?”
“He’s good. Although I’ve talked with his sister Wendy about him. She said when they were children, he used to take the heads off her baby dolls.”
Maud laughed. “Carley, all little boys do that! They take
everything
apart.”
“I know. Gosh, Maud, it is such a responsibility, this little boy. I want to do everything right.”
“No one does everything right,” Maud reminded her. “I don’t know why I get so frightened.”
“We all get frightened,” Maud assured her. “And you’ve had some really bad stuff fall out of the sky onto your head. It’s not surprising you’re worried.”
Carley hugged her friend. “Thanks, Maud, for everything.” She gathered her papers and slid them into her book bag. She dug her keys out of her parka pocket. “Tell me when the printer thinks he can have the books ready. We can arrange a signing at the bookstores.”
“Carley, this is going to be so much fun!”
Carley pulled on her down parka and gloves and wool cap before braving the fierce frigid wind. She shivered to her car over ice-glazed mounds and valleys of snow. Inside, she switched the heater to high. Even with the blower turned up, the interior of the SUV was still cold when she arrived home.
She used the automatic garage door opener, then hurried into the warmth of the house. She hung her parka on a hook and tossed her hat and gloves and car keys into the basket on top of the chest.
“Hello,” she called lightly. Margaret might be asleep.
The downstairs was strangely quiet. Empty. That was odd. It was only after nine. She glanced in the den. The TV was blaring away on the sports network.
“Hello?” she called again as she walked up the stairs.
A pounding, roaring noise came rushing toward her as she ascended. What in the world?
She ran.
Mist wafted out of the bathroom into the hallway.
“In here!” Cisco called, opening the bathroom door.
“What’s going on?”
Cisco’s hair was hanging in dripping wet hanks. Even her sweater and jeans were damp. Her face was blotchy.
“Cisco? Oh, God, what’s happened?” Carley stepped into the bathroom.
Wyatt sat on the side of the bath tub, which was filled with roiling hot water. The shower thundered full blast. Steam filled the air. Wyatt was holding Paul up against his shoulder. The baby was crying, hoarse little sobs.
“Shut the door.” Wyatt’s hair was wet, too. Water drops dripped down his crimson face. Globs of vomit slowly slid down the back of Wyatt’s shirt.
“Mommy.” Cisco took her mother’s hand for comfort. “Mommy, the baby was crying and Wyatt and I got him. We tried to feed him the bottle, and he choked, and we burped him, he stopped choking, but he started making these terrible sounds, Mommy, he was
squeaking
. He couldn’t get his breath.”
Carley went ice cold with fear. “Croup.” She started to reach for the baby, but Cisco’s words stopped her.
“Wyatt said to come up here and turn on the hot water. Wyatt said steam would loosen the mucus and help him breathe, and it worked, Mommy, it worked!”
Carley’s entire being longed to seize the little boy, to hold him in her arms, listen to his breathing, watch his chest rise and fall, look into his face.
But Wyatt was speaking to her as he held Paul against his chest, gently patting the baby’s back. “My sister’s baby had croup,” he told Carley. “My sister had it, too, when she was little. I remember the drill. I’ve seen my mother do this.”
Carley dropped to her knees next to Wyatt. “He vomited down your back.”
“That’s good. He got rid of some mucus.”
“Mom,” Cisco said, “Wyatt was
awesome.
”
Astonished, Carley asked Wyatt, “But weren’t you afraid?”
“I was terrified.” Wyatt reached over to slow the volume of water. “But I could tell something had to be done immediately. I thought about having Cisco call Toby, or call you, or even call my mom, but by the time anyone got here … I just did it.” Wyatt’s smile was crooked and almost shy. “I think I did the right thing.”
Drops of moisture slid down Carley’s face and her clothes were growing sticky. Her skin prickled with heat. She wanted to comfort the baby, who actually seemed to be falling asleep on Wyatt’s shoulder. She wanted to hug Cisco, who clearly had been frightened, and she wanted to kiss Wyatt fiercely all over. A loud freaked-out scream would feel good right now, too.
Instead, she acted as if this was just another normal evening. “Yes, Wyatt, you
did
do the right thing. Look at him. He’s falling asleep. Come on, Cisco. Let’s get you in dry pajamas and I’ll tuck you in bed.”
As she left the bathroom, she started to turn back, to softly call to Wyatt, “I’m going to give you a thank-you gift you’ll never forget.”
With a thrill in her heart, she realized that she didn’t need to give him a present. He hadn’t done it for
her
. He’d done it for Paul, spontaneously, without any motive except saving the baby.
Oh, Wyatt
, she thought,
you have no idea what a good father you are
.
Then she thought, with another leap of her heart, that Wyatt
did
know. He had known all along. She was the one who needed to know. To trust.
O
n an early July morning
, Carley was in the kitchen slicing fruit for fruit cups. She’d already poured a cup of coffee for her B&B guest Melody, and had one for herself nearby.
Melody glanced quickly at the door, then asked, “Well? What do you think?”
Carley paused to rinse her hands. “I like him,” she decided. “He’s articulate and intelligent.” She didn’t add that anyone would be better than that Jack fellow who’d left Melody on the moors two years ago.
“And he’s major nice,” Melody crooned. “He’s already graduated and he’s working in his father’s company, and I can tell he likes me
a lot.
” She widened her eyes at Carley, anticipating a positive reaction. “Don’t you think he likes me a lot?”
Carley dried her hands and sat down at the table. “Here’s what I really think, Melody. I think you’re twenty years old, too young to get serious and way too young to think of marriage. You’re a splendid young woman, and you’ve got a world of possibilities before you.”
Melody looked crestfallen. “You don’t like him.”
Melody’s new boyfriend, Quentin, entered the room, stopping their conversation. He kissed Melody’s cheek and threw himself into a chair. “Good morning, all. It’s going to be a scorcher out there.”
Carley set coffee and a bagel with lox and cream cheese in front of him. Quentin politely declined the fruit and Carley politely declined from acting like his mother and telling him that fruit was good for him. She was already bossing enough people around.
Cisco strode into the room. “He’s awake!” Since Paul’s birth
seventeen months ago, Cisco had grown even taller, with a wide-shouldered, lean and lanky build that made her look elegant on horseback. She was strong, too. Dealing with horses had strengthened her back and arms, and good thing, Carley thought, because Paul felt like he weighed about seventy pounds.
Cisco had already dressed Paul for the day in tee shirt and shorts, but left his feet bare. He wriggled in her arms, eager to get down.
“Good morning, darling!” Carley kissed Cisco first, because she didn’t want to show favoritism to the baby. She kissed Paul. “Hello, big boy!”
Paul shrieked with joy, allowed himself to be hugged, then struggled away.
Jewel came into the kitchen, following Cisco. In spite of the tortoiseshell glasses and baggy clothes fifteen-year-old Jewel chose to wear, it was obvious that she was going to be a stunner. Jewel didn’t ride, but she attended all the shows and in deference to Cisco’s obsession, read every young-adult novel about horses, entertaining Cisco with summaries. More than that, she was perfectly happy to play babies with Cisco, and good thing, because when Cisco wasn’t on a horse, she wanted to be with Paul.
“Gotta go.” Quentin rose and held out his hand to Melody. “The beach is calling.”
“Have fun!” Carley said. “Clean beach towels on the hooks.”
Her guests went out into the hot day. Carley dropped happily into a chair. The other guests had already had breakfast and left. She could catch her breath.
Paul was toddling as fast as he could go, running after Tiger, who seemed to enjoy the morning chase routine. Mimi, who liked to observe from afar, perched on a blue quilted cushion on top of the cupboard, but Tiger strode around and around the kitchen table, tail high, just teasingly out of Paul’s reach. If Paul got within a hair’s touch, the cat easily zipped out the door and down the hall. Carley had learned to let Paul work off some of his morning energy.
The front door opened and Lexi stalked in, wearing fabulous
jeweled sandals and a batiked and beaded sundress. Her long blond hair was twisted into a high knot held with a stick. She kissed Jewel’s cheek, then sank into a chair.
“Just checking in before I go work in the fields,” she said.
“Please,” Carley scoffed. “Your shop is air-conditioned and perfumed like a spa.”
“Exactly. People come in for relief from the heat. That’s why I’ll be working like crazy.” Reaching over, she picked up a fruit cup. “How is everyone?”
“Hot,” Cisco told her. “We should get air-conditioning.” She shot a look at her mother.
“We’ve been over this before,” Carley told her older daughter. “It would cost a zillion dollars to air-condition this huge old house. Besides, it’s perfectly cool in the yard, especially with the sprinkler going. Oh, yes, and may I just mention that the riding ring is not air-conditioned!” As she talked, she snatched Paul and swooped him up into his booster chair. Before he could object, she set a bowl of dry Cheerios in front of him. His fat little hand grabbed for the cereal.
“Jewel,” Lexi said, “what’s your schedule today?”
Jewel looked wary. She seemed to fear that her glamorous almost-stepmother was trying to lure her into the den of fashion, but Lexi knew well that Jewel, at least for the time being, didn’t have the personality to work with the public.
“I was wondering if you could pick up some lunch for me and my assistant and bring it down.”
Jewel looked over at Cisco, who looked over at Carley.
“We’re going to the beach this morning,” Carley said. “What time do you want lunch?”
“Anytime around one.”
“That works for me,” Carley said. If she could wear out Paul this morning, she could get him down for a nap this afternoon, and she could get something accomplished in her office. Cisco could change clothes and bike out to Lauren’s to spend the afternoon with the horses. Later in the afternoon, Margaret could help with the baby while the big girls were gone. Margaret often complained that she
didn’t get to spend much time with Paul because of Cisco and Jewel, but this was a delicate issue since she was only seven. Margaret seemed torn between loving Paul and wanting to be a baby herself. Sometimes she asked Carley if she could have her milk from a bottle or sippy cup, and usually Carley allowed this, because thirty minutes later, Margaret would be stalking Jewel, asking what she was reading, if she wanted a bead bracelet, did she prefer vanilla or chocolate ice cream?
The phone rang. Cisco snatched it up. “For you, Mom.”
“Hi, Carley,” Maud said. “Is it crazy over there?”
“Is it ever not?” Carley retorted.
“Well, look, I’m taking the maniacs to the beach today. Want to meet me there? And since I’m making lunch for all of us, I’ll make it for you guys, too. Just tell me how many of you there’ll be.”
“That would be fantastic,” Carley answered. “There’ll be—let’s see, Cisco, Jewel, Margaret and me, that makes four, and Paul, but I’ll bring his food.”
“Great. Jetties at nine?”
“See you there.”
“Must go.” Lexi rose. “See you around one, Jewel. Oh. Here’s some money for the food.” She handed Jewel a wad of cash, blew a kiss at everyone, and stalked out the door on her very high heels.
“She’s going to trip on the bricks and break her ankle,” Jewel said, shaking her head.
“She’s got to look chic,” Cisco argued. She tugged Jewel’s arm. “Let’s go put on our bathing suits.” They skipped up the back stairs, whispering and giggling. These days they giggled about everything.
“Good morning, everyone.” Wyatt came in from the front hall, crouching so that Margaret, who rode his shoulders, wouldn’t hit her head on the door frame. He wore a blue cotton button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and he looked so sexy that Carley wanted to shove him down on the table and have sex with him right there.
Instead, she reached up to accept her younger daughter as Wyatt
slid her off his shoulders and into Carley’s lap. Margaret was still in her cotton pjs, her hair tangled, sleep dust in the corner of her eyes. “It’s hot, Mommy,” she whined.
Carley could guess where this was headed. Wyatt sometimes took Margaret into the office with him. She’d become fiercely attached to her stepfather and wanted to do everything with him. She was good, Wyatt said, happy to sit peacefully on the sofa, playing with paper dolls or coloring or reading. “We’re going to the beach,” Carley told Margaret. “We’re going to meet Percy and Spenser.”
Margaret still pouted.
“Try this.” Carley stabbed a piece of watermelon onto her fork and lifted it to Margaret’s mouth. “This is cool.”
Wyatt poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, looking at the crowd gathered around the table. A year ago he and Carley had been married here at home in a small private ceremony with only Cisco, Margaret, and Paul attending. Carley and Wyatt had reasoned that this would help their odd little family bond, and it looked as if they were right.
“Paul,” he said. “Cheerios go in your mouth, not in your ears.”
Paul giggled mischievously.
“Paul-y.” Margaret slid off Carley’s lap and stood next to Paul, smoothly pulling the cereal bowl out of reach. “Want some of my banana, Paul?”
“What chaos.” Carley took a deep breath. She’d planned to tell him privately, but she couldn’t wait another moment. “Wyatt, it’s going to get more chaotic. Soon.”
Wyatt reached for a bagel. “Really? Why?”
Carley didn’t speak. She couldn’t—the lump of happiness in her throat was too large.
Wyatt put the bagel down. “Carley?” In a flash, he read the message in her eyes. His jaw fell. “Are you kidding me?”
She shook her head and found her voice. “Not kidding.”
“You’re pregnant?”
“I am!”
“When is the baby due?”
“January.” Wyatt went pale.
“You’re going to have a baby?” Margaret asked. Her eyes were wide. “Oh, goodie, a baby for
me
!”
“Are you okay?” Carley asked her husband.
With careful precision, Wyatt said, “We are going to have a baby.”
Paul banged his spoon on the table and babbled.
Margaret put her face next to Carley’s belly. “Are you a boy or a girl? If you can hear me, kick!”
Color was returning to Wyatt’s face. He looked dazed. He looked
dazzled
. “This place is going to be wall-to-wall with children, Carley. Will you be able to run Seashell Inn this summer?”
“Oh, I think so,” Carley told him. “These days I feel like I can do anything.”
