Cranberry Point (Cedar Cove #4)(7)

He growled something she couldn't decipher. She could guess, though, and it made her smile.

"I thought we could ask Pastor Hemming to officiate." Maryellen didn't attend church regularly, but her mother's best friend, Olivia Lockhart, had recently married Jack Griffin, and the Methodist minister had performed the ceremony. She'd found it deeply moving.

"What about Judge Lockhart—or Griffin, I guess?"

"She's using both names," Maryellen said.

Jon nodded.

"I—I'd like a religious service." Olivia was a longtime family friend, but Maryellen had already decided against a civil wedding. When she spoke her vows, she was committing herself, before God and the community, to love Jon for the rest of her life.

Jon's eyes narrowed. "You want to be married in a church? You're sure?"

"Either at the MethodistChurch or perhaps on your property, if that's all right?" Jon had inherited the land from his grandfather and had built a beautiful two-story house there. The acreage overlooked Puget Sound, with Mount Rainier as a backdrop.

"It's fine," he said. "What about the reception?"

"At the house, too." All at once she wondered if she was asking too much of him. "I don't imagine we'll have many guests, just family and a few friends. All we'd need to serve is wedding cake and champagne. If the weather cooperates, we could be married outside." With the rhododendrons, many of which grew wild on the property, and the azaleas in bloom, the place would be stunning.

He nodded. "Perhaps we should serve a few hors d'oeu-vres. I can easily prepare them a day or two before."

"Jon..."

"A friend of mine can do the pictures, but I want to take the ones of you myself."

Maryellen could tell he was warming to the subject of their wedding. "Can we put all this together in two weeks?" she asked.

Jon didn't hesitate. "Of course we can." At her delighted smile, he added, "Any other requests?"

She had one, but wasn't sure how to ask.

"What?" The question was wary, as if he sensed her mood.

"The guest list..."

"How many?"

"It's not the number. Mom and my sister and a few friends, but there are a couple of people I'd like to invite and I don't know if you'd approve."

Katie squealed and dropped the heavy-bottomed cup on her tray.

Jon kissed Maryellen's temple. "You know there's almost nothing I can refuse you. Who do you want to invite?"

She leaned into him, not wanting to see his face when she told him. "Your father and stepmother." Jon had only recently revealed how his parents had chosen to protect his younger brother at his expense. They had lied on the witness stand and, as a result, Jon had been convicted of dealing drugs. He'd served seven years in prison. Not once in all those years or the years since had he spoken to either his father or his stepmother.

Jon tensed and slowly released Maryellen. "No. They are no longer part of my life. They cast me aside and—"

"You're all they have left." His brother had died a tragic death and Maryellen was convinced that his family regretted what they'd done, both in betraying Jon and in not forcing his brother to face the consequences of his crime.

Jon clasped her shoulders hard, almost hurting her with the fervor of his emotions. "We will never speak of this again, understand? I have no family other than you and Katie." Taking a shuddery breath, he let her go.

She wanted to argue, and longed to help heal the relationship between Jon and his family, but she could see he wasn't ready. His parents had a granddaughter they knew nothing about. Surely that was an opportunity for new beginnings. Still, it wasn't Maryellen's place to step in, especially since Jon's feelings on the subject were this adamant.

"What about a honeymoon?" Jon asked. "Nothing fancy, but someplace we can get away for a night or two."

"You want a honeymoon?" Maryellen had been so involved with plans for her move and for the actual wedding, she hadn't given a honeymoon any thought.

"Damn straight I want a honeymoon."

"What about Thyme and Tide?" Bob and Peggy Beldon's Bed and Breakfast was said to be the best in town.

Jon shook his head. "I already looked into that, but they aren't taking guests until this murder is solved."

"Oh..." That was a disappointment.

"How about a night in Seattle? Just the two of us. Your mother will take Katie, won't she?"

Maryellen laughed softly. "In a heartbeat."

"Seattle, then?"

Maryellen nodded.

"The honeymoon will be the very best part." Jon kissed her nose, and Katie giggled as if she'd never seen anything funnier. "That amuses you, does it?" Jon said, smiling. "I guess I see your point."

"We're going to have a beautiful wedding," Maryellen said with certainty. The prospect of it made this chaos of packing and moving seem worthwhile. Within a couple of weeks she'd be Jon's wife. The three of them would be a family.

Four

Charlotte Jefferson dressed nervously for her court appearance. She'd spent many an afternoon in the Kitsap County Courthouse, proudly watching her only daughter officiate as a family court judge. In Charlotte's opinion, her daughter was one of the wisest judges in the entire state. She got a thrill just watching Olivia mete out decisions, looking so official in her black robe.