Pelican Court (Cedar Cove #3)(110)

Perhaps he was right. Perhaps that was one of the reasons their marriage had fallen apart. With Zach spending long hours at the office and her filling every spare minute with charity projects and volunteer positions, they’d lost their focus. They’d forgotten about each other; everything else had come first.

Raising herself onto one elbow, she kissed his jaw. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“You have,” Zach whispered. “Oh, Rosie, Rosie, it feels so good to have you in my arms again.”

“The kids want us to remarry,” she said.

Until then, neither Zach nor Rosie had said it aloud.

“I know.” She heard the hesitation in his voice. “How do you feel about it?”

Rosie nestled closer to him. “Excited…and a little afraid.”

“Me, too,” he said quietly.

They’d both said and done things that burdened the future. Could they maintain this new resolve, continue to nurture their relationship and each other?

“We need to be very sure, Zach.”

“I agree. When we do remarry, and I believe we will,” he said, kissing her again, “it has to be forever, with one hundred percent total commitment from each of us.” Zach met her eyes, a look of intensity in his. “We’ve opened that door marked Divorce and walked through it once.”

She nodded.

“It could easily become a swinging door. With every argument, every disagreement, we can decide we made an even bigger mistake by remarrying. We can turn what seems so right and good now into a living nightmare.”

Rosie understood what he was saying. “In other words, if we decide to remarry, that’s it. There’s no going back again. Ever.”

“It’s all or nothing,” he said fervently.

Rosie didn’t hesitate. She knew what she wanted and that was this man, her husband and lover, back in her life forever. “All or nothing,” she repeated. “I want it all.”

“Then, will you marry me, Rosie? In sickness and in health, till death do us part?”

“I will,” she whispered. “What are we going to tell people?” she asked after a pause.

Zach chuckled. “We’ll tell them the truth.”

“Which is?”

“The divorce just didn’t work out.”

“You’re a beautiful bride.” Grace wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

Olivia turned away from the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She wore a new peach-colored suit, tailored and elegant, and carried a bouquet of pink rosebuds.

Grace sat on the bed studying her. James and Justine would arrive soon and together they’d escort her to the waterfront park where Jack, his family and Charlotte waited.

“Will Jack think so?” Olivia asked, knowing how insecure she sounded. After all these years of living as a single woman, she’d never expected to fall in love again, in love to the point that she was willing to share her home and her life with another man. Until Jack Griffin had come along…

“I think it’s so touching that Jack asked Pastor Flemming to perform the ceremony,” Grace said, digging for a tissue in the bottom of her purse. “I just know I’m going to ruin everything and cry through the entire thing.”

“You won’t,” Olivia assured her, although she wasn’t nearly as confident about herself. Every time she thought of Jack and how much she loved him, she felt like weeping with joy.

“Oh, Mom!” Justine said, dashing into the bedroom. She brought her hands together in a gesture of reverence. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Olivia blushed, then kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Are you ready?” Justine asked. “The limo’s arrived.”

Olivia looked at Grace, and her best friend threw her a bright smile and a thumb’s-up. Exhaling unsteadily, Olivia whispered, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“James was over at Jack’s place, and he’s a nervous wreck,” Justine informed her as they walked out to the car.

“Jack?” A few hours earlier, he’d sounded completely under control.

“Eric, Shelly and the boys got here,” Justine went on to explain, “and pandemonium broke out. One of the babies spit up on Jack’s tuxedo. Eric came unglued, but then Shelly calmly cleaned it off.”

“So everything’s right with the world once more,” Olivia murmured. It’d been crazy at her house, too. Seth had picked up James, Selina and Isabella at the Seattle airport, and within an hour of their arrival, Selina had announced she was pregnant again. That was when the celebrating had begun.

“Your coach awaits you,” Justine said with a little bow as they reached the sidewalk.

And she did feel a bit like Cinderella going to the ball. Today marked one of the most significant changes in her life. It was only a matter of weeks since she and Jack had made the decision to marry, but neither was content to delay the wedding. They wanted to be together.

The liveried driver stood outside the limousine, ready to help everyone inside.

“I hope to do something like this for Maryellen and Jon,” Grace said as she stepped into the car with Olivia.

“Have they set the date yet?”

Grace nodded. “The first Saturday in June.”