Lighthouse Road (Cedar Cove #1)(26)

“Then it’s coming back?” Eagerness crept into her voice.

“Maybe. He thinks so, but—”

“For how long?”

“He isn’t sure it’s returning to port. Won’t know for a day or two. Why do you ask?”

“My husband’s on board,” she said quickly.

Both men looked at her left hand, where she continued to wear the plain gold ring.

“You’ll probably hear from him soon,” the first sailor said.

“But don’t get your hopes up,” the second added.

Even though Cecilia knew he was right, she couldn’t help feeling hopeful. Ian might be back—but only God and the Navy knew for how long.

The phone rang just as Olivia was putting the finishing touches on her makeup for her dinner date with Jack Griffin. She glanced at her watch; she still had fifteen minutes before he was due to pick her up.

“Hello,” she said cheerfully, half expecting it to be her mother. Charlotte had fallen completely under Jack’s spell and had been singing his praises ever since they’d met last Friday night.

“It’s Stan.”

Her ex-husband always did have a no-nonsense way about him. He got directly to the point. “You’ve heard from James?”

Olivia had spoken to her son and his wife the afternoon Justine had delivered their news. It had been an emotional conversation, filled with congratulations and with tears, on her part and Selina’s. She’d called again after her head had cleared, asking all the questions she’d forgotten the first time. “I spoke to him twice last week,” she responded.

“Then you know.”

“That he’s married and about to be a father? Yes.”

“What’s all this about James converting to Catholicism?”

“You’ll have to ask him yourself.” She paused, wondering why he’d brought up that particular aspect of their son’s news. “You’re not upset about it, are you?” Olivia would be astonished if he was. Stan had never been too concerned with religion; he didn’t object when she attended worship services or brought the children, but it wasn’t something that interested him. Sunday mornings were for golf games, in his view.

“I couldn’t care less,” he said. “I’m just surprised.”

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured. “He sounds happy, don’t you think? When did you speak to him?”

Stan hesitated. “Just a few minutes ago. He seemed to be in a rush so I figured I’d get the story from you.”

Her ex-husband apparently believed she knew more than she did. “I’m not sure what to tell you. Our son is married and we’re both about to become grandparents for the first time.”

Stan chuckled, sounding slightly chagrined. “I was beginning to doubt that was ever going to happen.”

The tension left her and she smiled. The circumstances weren’t what she would have preferred, but she was absolutely delighted at the prospect of a grandchild.

“I suppose you’re going to spoil that baby rotten.”

“I certainly plan to,” she said. But Stan was the indulgent one, and they both knew it.

“I wish James had been a bit more forthcoming with the details,” he muttered.

Olivia concurred. “I’ve decided to fly down once the baby’s born and meet Selina and her family and welcome her to ours.”

“Good idea. I cut a five-hundred-dollar check as a wedding gift.”

Stan had always been excessively generous and she said so. “I sent flowers,” she added ruefully. “I’ll bring a real wedding gift when I visit.”

“He’s the first one of the kids to marry—and he’s expecting a baby. It was the least I could do.”

The doorbell chimed and Olivia was surprised to realize they’d been talking for fifteen minutes. “That’s my dinner date,” she said.

“You’re dating?” There was no jealousy in the question, just curiosity.

Olivia laughed softly. “Don’t sound so shocked.”

“I’m not. Who’s the lucky fellow?”

“Jack Griffin. He’s new in town.”

“Don’t keep him waiting, then.”

“Goodbye, Stan. It was good to talk to you.”

“You, too, Olivia, and listen…”

“Yes?” she said, eager to get off the phone.

“Have a good time. You deserve a decent man in your life.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and replaced the receiver. She glanced down at the phone, overwhelmed by an unexpected rush of regret. They’d had a good marriage once…. The divorce had been final years ago, but she’d never stopped loving Stan. They’d had their problems—every marriage did—only she’d believed that the bond between them was strong enough to survive a crisis. Unfortunately she’d been wrong. Still, she’d always feel connected to him; they shared children and a history, and nothing could change that.

She hurried to answer the door. Jack stood there, looking the same way he did every time she saw him. He wore a raincoat, black slacks and a blue shirt with the top two buttons left unfastened. She was beginning to wonder if he owned more than one set of clothes.