The Proposal at Siesta Key (19 page)

S
he's gone,” Eric announced after he shut the inn's front door and came into the kitchen.

Amy had just stormed out in a fit of tears and a clattering of suitcases. Then, just to make things worse, she'd declared to everyone on the sidewalk that she was going to go check in at the Best Western down the street.

Even Wilma next door had heard—and she had hearing aids!

It was pandemonium. So much of it was transpiring at her inn, Beverly was tempted to climb on one of those giant Pioneer Trails buses parked by the post office and happily let it take her wherever it was going. At least then she might be able to get a whole two hours of peace and quiet.

But for now, Beverly and Tricia stared at each other in shock.

“We got that,” Tricia murmured in response. “I think the whole street knows it, too.”

He winced. “Sorry about that. Amy is rather dramatic.”

Beverly thought the girl was a lot of things but held her tongue. “Was something wrong with her room?”

“Wrong? Oh, not at all,” he murmured, completely oblivious
to the fact that Tricia was practically rolling her eyes. “She was mad at me.”

Remembering the embrace that she'd walked in on, Beverly shrugged. “I'm sure it will pass.”

“No, I don't think so.”

“What was she mad about?” Tricia asked.

“You don't have to tell us,” Beverly said quickly.

“No, it's not a secret.” Looking reflective, he said, “When I told her that she should come visit me, she thought it was some kind of cryptic code that I was about to propose. Tonight, I told her that wasn't going to happen—at least not anytime soon—and it didn't go over real well.”

“Wow!” Tricia exclaimed.

Beverly made sure to keep her response far more tempered. “I'm sorry she got so upset.”

“Me, too,” he said.

“You seemed close,” Beverly said, though that was pretty much an understatement.

“We were. But maybe not in the ways that mattered,” he mused, sending a wry look Tricia's way. “I didn't want to break up with her, but I wasn't ready to propose.” He frowned. “Especially not when she was acting like she expected it.”

“Relationships are so hard,” Tricia said as she opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream.

Beverly walked over and pulled down three bowls. “What are you going to do about Amy?”

He smiled. “I'm going to let her cool her heels, then take her to the airport when she feels like answering my phone calls.”

“That's it?”

“Yep. She's not going to forgive me anytime soon. Amy is a rather excitable girl. She doesn't do things in half measures.”

Grabbing the ice cream scoop, Tricia said, “I didn't get that impression, either.”

“What?”

Tricia flushed. “Oh, um, I just meant that she talks a lot.”

Eric laughed. “That she does.” Walking to the drawer, he pulled out three spoons. “I'm sorry for the commotion, but her visit will be over soon. Her flight leaves in a few hours.”

“At least you won't be taking Michael, too,” Tricia said. “I'm really going to miss him.”

“Me, too,” Eric replied. “He and I have shared some great conversations. He's got a way about him, don't you agree, Bev?”

“Yes.” After glancing at the kitchen door, Beverly lowered her voice. “I don't know how Penny is going to take his leaving. They've gotten really close.”

“Really close,” Tricia whispered as she gathered up the pint and deposited it back in the freezer.

Glancing at the swinging door, Beverly said, “I heard them talking in the dining room just now. I'm not sure, but I think Michael just told her exactly what date he's leaving.”

“Poor Penny,” Tricia said.

“Maybe it won't go too badly,” Eric offered.

“I don't think there's any doubt that they're going to be really sorry to tell each other good-bye,” Tricia said as she grabbed a bowl and carried it to the kitchen table. “If I were Penny, I'd even find these next couple of days hard.”

“At least we have ice cream to eat,” Eric said with a grin. “I vote we stay in here for a while and let them have their privacy.”

Grabbing her own spoon and bowl, Beverly joined him and Tricia. “I think that's a good idea. I don't want to interrupt their conversation.”
Or anything more romantic than that.

After taking a couple of spoonfuls, Tricia quipped, “The good
news is that we're not gonna have to brace ourselves for Penny to yell and scream. Penny is a much quieter girl than Amy,” she added, then looked immediately shame-faced. “Sorry, Eric.”

He shrugged. “Don't worry about it. I'm disappointed, but, seeing how she acted here, I was beginning to realize she wouldn't ever fit in with us here at the inn.”

Beverly almost choked on her bite of strawberry ice cream. That had sounded exactly like he was planning to stay with
her
in Pinecraft.

It was a relief when Tricia started giggling. “Sorry again, Eric, but you've got to admit that she really, really tried to like it here. Especially the
incredible, sugary
sand.”

“And the
fantastic, warm
weather and
beautiful, flowery
foliage,” Beverly murmured, reciting two of her least favorite Amy phrases.

“I liked her description of you the best, Bev,” he said as he spooned up a bite of chocolate chip.

“Oh? How did she describe me?”

His lips twitched. “As a ‘green-eyed goddess of the kitchen.'”

One by one, they each burst into laughter. But Beverly couldn't help but feel a little sad at the same time. Eric, too, would be leaving soon. And Beverly was surprised to realize that she was going to miss him. She was going to miss him a lot.

F
OR
P
ENNY
,
THE LAST
week had gone by far too quickly. Seeing Michael had been the highlight of each day. They'd played cards, sat outside on the back patio together, laughed with Tricia, and simply enjoyed each other's company.

Michael had also healed. His color returned, he gained a few pounds, and he worked hard when the physical therapist came by to help him adjust to his fancy new prosthesis. His return to
health would have been a true celebration . . . if it hadn't meant that it was also time to leave her.

Now, gripping the folded note that Michael had just placed in her hand, Penny attempted to maintain her composure.
“Danke.”
After meeting his gaze, she allowed her eyes to drift around the dining room. But she might have had her eyes closed. She didn't see the watercolors of Sarasota, the Battenberg lace curtains, the silky sheen of the recently polished furniture.

“It's not a gift, Pen. It's my schedule for the month and all my contact information. You know, so we can stay in touch.”

“You know my parents aren't going to want me to start writing you on the computer.”

“That email address is only if you need it,” he said patiently, “but I know you can call me from the kitchen here.”

She didn't want to call him. She didn't even want to think about him being gone . . . and that he'd asked her to go but she had refused. “It will be long-distance.”

“You could call me and leave a message and then I'll call you back. You could do that, right?”

Reluctantly, she nodded. “Of course I can. I mean,
jah
, I can do that.”

His expression softened as he leaned closer. “Please don't forget about me, Penny. I'll be looking forward to your calls. And like I said, I'll write to you, too.”

This was something that they'd been talking about ever since he'd told her that he was going to be leaving. Over and over he'd told her how important she was to him. How much he wanted to stay in her life, even if he was living far away from her.

“I'll write.” Her bottom lip trembled. Mad at herself, she pressed one of the linen breakfast napkins over her lips. It was a futile attempt to conceal her pain.

“Penny, please. Don't do that. Don't pretend you don't care.”

“I care. I just don't want you to see me cry.”

Reaching out, he pulled her hands away from her face, then enfolded her in his arms and held her close. Immediately, she relaxed against him, feeling the smooth cotton of his shirt against her cheek, savoring how secure and safe she felt in his arms.

“This isn't over, Penny,” he whispered over the top of her head. “I'm going to go on this tour and we're going to write and talk and make plans to see each other soon. Even if I have to come here every other month.”

Every other month. Every sixty days. It sounded like both a blessing and an insurmountable period of time. Lying through her teeth, she said, “That won't be so bad.”

“Not at all,” he murmured as he ran a hand along the lines of her shoulder blades. “Who knows? Maybe over time you'll feel more comfortable with my family and you'll even want to join us for a short trip someplace nearby.”

Maybe, in time, she could do that. After all, if he was willing to do so much, surely she could, too? “I'd like that,” she whispered.

He pulled away but kept his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. “Penny, no matter what, promise me that you'll keep true to our proposal at the beach. Don't forget to keep moving forward and staying positive.”

“I won't.” She wasn't going to forget one single moment between them. “Will you try to remember it, too?”

“I won't ever forget.” With a look of regret, he dropped his hands and stepped away. “It's getting late. The sun will set within the hour. Now, do me a favor and say good-bye.”

“Already? But you aren't leaving for the airport until tomorrow morning.”

“I'm leaving too early in the morning to see you. And I don't want you walking home in the dark.”

“I'll be okay.”

“I have other things to do, too,” he continued, though Penny was pretty sure he was lying. “I still have to finish getting packed, pay Beverly, and get myself mentally prepared to go out on the road. I won't be able to do any of that if I'm only thinking about you.”

She was in no hurry to leave his side, but she knew what he was saying had merit. It wasn't going to be any easier to tell him good-bye in an hour or two. After taking a fortifying breath, she did what she had to do. “Well, then, good-bye, Michael Knoxx.”

“Good-bye.” His voice sounded thick. Husky. “I promise I won't forget.”

“I won't forget, either. Good-bye. And God bless you.”

For a moment his eyes drifted to her lips and she was sure he was going to kiss her.

And she knew she would let him. Suddenly, Penny knew she needed that kiss, needed that memory to hold close to her heart when she lay in bed at night and thought about him being surrounded by scores of adoring fans.

But instead of pressing his lips to hers, he resolutely took another step away. “Go, now, Penny,” he said softly. “And may the Lord bless you each day with His warm rays of light.”

His words were beautiful, his expression was tender.

But her heart was breaking.

So she did as she was asked and left.

T
wo weeks later, Michael was beginning to feel as if he'd never left the tour. After meeting his family in Brownsville, they'd flown to Denver, then St. Louis, and now had been in Canton, Ohio, for twenty-four hours.

He was exhausted and already tired of heavy meals and talking to strangers. He was also becoming increasingly frustrated with their packed days. A part of his mind was always aware of the time, and he spent much of his day wondering how he was going to be able to sneak away to call Penny.

In fact, the only good part about being back on tour—besides reuniting with his family, of course—was that his new prosthesis fit well and his stump was completely healed. Except for the occasional phantom pain, he often forgot he wasn't walking around on two perfectly good legs.

Now, as he stood on stage, waiting for his sister to finish her hymn, he resolved to remember his promise to Penny and stay in the present. To try to appreciate each hour of each day.

Even if it wasn't what he wanted to be doing.

As the clapping died down, he stepped forward and lifted an
arm. “And so, my friends, I hope you will walk with me through this life, giving thanks for our comforts and gaining strength from the One who knows our greatest fears.”

When several people in the audience called out their prayers, Michael closed his eyes, led the crowd in prayer, then at last stepped away from the microphone.

The standing-room-only crowd surged to their feet.

As the crowd erupted in cheers and the clapping grew louder, he waved his hand again, then stepped to his brother's side as Molly led everyone in one last stanza of “Amazing Grace.”

It had been a successful event. Everyone had been united, and the tangible feeling in the auditorium had been euphoric. The Lord had truly been with them tonight.

“You in pain?” Evan murmured into his ear as Molly finished and their father thanked everyone for coming.

“
Nee
. Why?”

“You look uncomfortable.”

He was uncomfortable, but it had nothing to do with his leg and everything to do with his heart. “I'm fine.”

“Sure you are,” Evan replied sarcastically before walking down the three steps at the front of the stage and beginning to greet the folks who had crowded close, hoping for a private word.

Michael ignored him and moved forward to join everyone. His new prosthesis really did fit like a charm. He felt as whole as ever, was sleeping well, and his appetite was back. In short, he was as good as he'd ever been. He had much to be thankful for.

All he needed was to try harder. Surely, if he tried to be happy, he'd start to feel that way?

Seeing his father talking with their organizers a few feet away, Michael prepared himself to join the conversation and say
the right things. Just as he silently asked the Lord for some assistance, a man with a military haircut stepped forward.

Michael immediately noticed that his gait was uneven. Holding out his hand, he said, “Hi. I'm Michael Knoxx.”

“Drew Shelton.” The man's handshake was firm. Solid. But it was the intense look on his face that drew Michael's attention. “Do you have a minute?”

“Of course.”

He looked like he was debating with himself, then finally blurted out, “I don't usually go to things like this. My mom does. I only came because she didn't want to go alone.”

“I hope you didn't find it too bad.”

“What I'm trying to say is that I'm glad I did.” He ran a hand through his buzz cut. “I was just discharged.”

Hoping to set him at ease, Michael nodded. “You were in the military.”

“Yeah. Army.” He grimaced. “I thought I'd be a soldier my whole life.” Pointing down at his right leg. “But I guess God had other plans.”

“You lose your whole leg?”

“No. Just below the knee. People say I'm lucky to still have my knee.”

“You are. Rehabilitation with a mechanical knee ain't easy.” Michael smiled. They both knew that was a doozy of an understatement.

“It's been hard,” Drew said. “You know, getting used to this new me.”

“I know. But you will. There's not much choice, is there?”

The other man shook his head. “Sometimes I get so angry about what happened. Then other times, I'm incredibly guilty for feeling sorry for myself when so many other men didn't make
it home.” His gaze skittered across Michael's face. “How do you do it? Why do you put yourself up there and talk about what happened to you?”

“I go up there for a lot of reasons,” Michael said honestly, realizing that maybe he was finally being honest with himself, too. “But I guess I've always done it because I've thought I had a story to share.”

“I'm glad I heard it today.” Drew flexed one of his hands. “My docs say I need to do some more physical therapy. I've been putting it off. You got me thinking, though. I think I'm going to go back.”

“I hope you do. I've just had surgery to repair some damage I caused by not taking care of myself.”

More people were crowding closer. Most were staying a respectful distance away, but Michael knew they were also waiting to talk to him. Holding out his hand for Drew to shake, he said, “Thank you for coming over to talk to me. It means a lot. Walk with God.”

Drew clasped his hand. “I will. Hey, have you ever thought about writing a book?”

“Not really.”

“Think about it, yeah? I know a lot of guys who would benefit from reading your story.” Looking sheepish, he added, “Probably a lot more than would ever come to a thing like this. No offense.”

Michael laughed. “None taken. Thanks, Drew. Thanks for your service, and thanks for what you said.”

After Drew left, Michael turned to the other people who had been waiting so patiently for him. He smiled and listened to their kind words and stories as best he could. However, his mind kept drifting back to Drew's mention of the book.

He didn't know if he was capable of writing about his experiences in a meaningful way. But if he was and if it resonated with people like Drew, Michael realized that it could be the answer to his prayers. He could continue with his life's work but on his terms.

He wouldn't have to travel.

He'd finally get to have a home.

And, maybe, he'd even get to have Penny after all.

T
WO HOURS LATER
, he was back in the spacious cabin his family had rented for their two nights in town. As soon as he got out of the shower and threw on some sweats, Michael joined Evan and Molly. Both were lounging on the leather sectional, Evan in old pajamas and Molly in a plain white nightgown and thick terry-cloth robe.

Michael had the beginnings of a headache that was no doubt caused by the war he'd been waging with his conscience. He now knew that he was ready to move forward with his life, to finally seek everything he'd been preaching about for so long. He wanted a regular, normal life.

He wanted to ask Penny to marry him and buy a home in Pinecraft. He wanted to spend his days writing about his experiences, taking care of Penny, and walking by her side on the beach. He wanted to have children and worry about them tracking dirt on the floor and whether or not they'd gotten all their homework done. He wanted all sorts of things that most people took for granted but sounded to him like precious gifts.

But in order to do all of that, he needed to be completely honest with his family.

When his parents joined them on the couch, his mother holding a calendar in her hands, obviously planning for their
next stop, Michael knew it was time. Gathering his courage, he blurted his news in the worst possible way. “Mamm, I don't want to do this anymore.”

She glanced his way. “You don't want to do what?”

“I don't want to tour anymore. I want to be settled. Live in a home not a hotel room. I want to stop getting on a stage and telling strangers how I overcame a frightening moment in the past.”

Four pairs of eyes stared at him in shock.

His heart beating fast, Michael turned away. How was he ever going to apologize enough for that little speech?

His father frowned. “When did you decide this?”

“I've been thinking it for a while, but I made up my mind tonight.”

Molly jumped to her feet and scampered to his side. “Michael,” she said, tugging on his sleeve. “Why in the world didn't you ever say anything?”

As he gazed up at his sister, he realized that she did not look horrified. Instead, she was looking almost amused. It was definitely not the reaction he'd been preparing for! “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “I wish I would have known. I would've been mighty happy to stop touring for a while.”

He could hardly believe what he was hearing. “What?” he repeated.

“You heard me. Constantly flitting around from one place to another is no way to find a husband, you know.”

Michael turned to his brother. “Did you know about this?”

Evan had the grace to look guilty. “No.”

“I didn't tell anyone,” Molly said. “How could I?”

“Easily,” Michael retorted. “You should have told me.”

“I couldn't! I would have been too ashamed for you to know.”

“Why would you be ashamed?”

“Michael, you were touring and traveling even when you needed to rest. Even when you needed surgery. How could I say anything when you were giving this family your all?”

“What about you, Evan?” their mother asked. “What do you think about this constant touring?”

“I don't know what there is to think about. It's our job.”

“
Nee
, it's our calling,” their mother gently corrected. “But our calling doesn't mean the only options we have are traveling and speaking to crowds for the rest of our lives.”

Evan frowned. “But what choices do we have?”

“Plenty,” their mother said. “Molly could concentrate on her singing and doing the things most women her age do—making friends, courting, helping others. You, Evan, could at last follow your dreams and do some woodworking. Or even offer your services to another group and be their manager. You're the most organized of any of us.”

“We wouldn't have to stop cold turkey, either,” their father mused. “We could simply cut back. Maybe only tour a few weeks a year.” Turning to their mother, Daed smiled. “We could start sleeping in.”

Evan still looked skeptical. “But how would we earn a living?”

“We have money saved. And God will provide,” their father said.

Their mother got to her feet and walked to Michael's side. “What we need to remember is that our family's happiness is what is important. That includes you, son. We want you to be happy, not just to be the illustrious Michael Knoxx,” she added with a smile.

“Are you sure about this, Michael?” Evan asked. “Are you sure you're not just feeling overwhelmed after your recovery?”

“I'm sure.” He now realized that his brother had pushed his
own agenda on Michael when they'd talked on the phone about Brownsville.

“I guess the decision is made,” his mother said. “Let's finish out our tour dates, then take a break.”

“Which means I'll be heading to Pinecraft sooner than later. And as soon as I get there, I'm going to start making plans with Penny.”

“
Jah
,” his mother said with a happy smile. “Michael, you should go call Penny soon and tell her the news.”

“I don't know what she's going to say about me coming back.” Suddenly Michael wondered if maybe she'd liked him being relatively famous. Maybe she wouldn't still love him if he was just another man living in Pinecraft.

“Which is why you need to call her,” his father said again, as if completely changing his life was the easiest thing in the world to do.

But as Evan quietly handed him his cell phone with only understanding in his eyes, Michael realized his father was absolutely right. He simply needed to call Penny and be honest with her. He needed to tell her what was in his heart.