The Promise (Thunder Point #5)(12)

Feeling like a failure was every bit as hard as feeling rejected.

Peyton had been called a perfectionist. She had never been insulted by that. She worked at things until they were absolutely as good as they could be. How could there be anything wrong with that? With trying your hardest?

Hell to live with? she asked herself. Maybe I’m just better off alone.

* * *

Devon held up the dress she would wear for her wedding. It was an unpretentious floral sundress with a wrap for evening. She was dressing at Cooper’s house because hers still smelled like paint and sawdust. They would have a little exchange of vows on Cooper’s deck with about a dozen guests, toast the marriage and then Devon would kiss Mercy and Austin and leave them with Cooper and Sarah, and off they would go.

“I don’t approve of the simplicity of this,” Laine Carrington said. “I understand, but I so don’t approve. I wanted you to have dancing, drinking, craziness, lots of food, too much to clean up and many hangovers.”

Devon laughed at her best friend. “You’ll get over it. This is absolutely what we want.”

And so it was. There were just a few couples and Scott and Rawley. Sarah and Cooper hosted and provided champagne, Gina and Mac McCain were there, Carrie James brought the hors d’oeuvres from her deli and put out a very nice spread before the nuptials, including a beautiful, small wedding cake. Mac’s aunt Lou and her husband, Joe, and Ray Anne and her boyfriend, Al, rounded out the group. Laine brought her significant other, Eric. And of course, the kids Mercy and Austin were there, being very well behaved. Devon’s suitcase was packed for a little getaway and was in the back of Spencer’s car

A woman named Lynette Tremain, an ordained minister from Bandon, presided. Right at seven in the evening, when the sun was beginning its downward path and before it reached its glorious moment of touching the Pacific horizon, Lynette gave a very short wedding sermon about the beauty of second chances, of rebirth and renewal since Spencer was a widower and Devon’s daughter had been conceived and born in a commune. For them, this was a new start, a new life.

The vows were spoken, the kisses and congratulations bestowed, the champagne poured, and the cake was cut. Devon and Spencer stayed another hour to visit with their guests, but Spencer was very eager to whisk his bride away. Before leaving, Devon took Scott aside. “I called Peyton’s cell phone and left her a voice mail, telling her I’d be out of town for a few days, and I gave her your cell phone number. I told her you thought you’d manage just fine, but if she wanted to stop by...”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “She might feel obligated. I managed just fine before you started working at the clinic.”

“Well, that’s true, except for the ‘just fine’ part.”

“Was that an insult? Because I bought you a nice wedding gift!”

“You’re wonderful with the patients, Scott. But when I started, there were months of backed-up paperwork and your files were...” She made a face. “Really, you have to stick to medicine.”

“We all have our weak spots. But it wasn’t that bad.”

“I’ll be back in five days. Just leave everything on my desk. I’ll straighten it out when I get back. And if you have any questions—”

“I’m not calling you on your honeymoon!” he said.

“No, you shouldn’t,” she said. “But if you have any questions or if you get in a mess, you should try Peyton. She knows her way around a doctor’s office.”

“I don’t want to impose....”

“Scott, she wants to work for you. Don’t suffer in silence.” Then she hugged him.

Devon then found Sarah. “Now, if anything starts up, if you feel the slightest twinge announcing the baby—you call me! We’re not going to be that far away. We’ll come straight back if the baby decides to come.”

“I’m going to hold my knees together,” Sarah said. “But only for you! There isn’t a single other person on the planet I would do this for. And if I have my way, the second you’re back, I’m pushing.”

Devon giggled. “It’ll be soon.”

She found Rawley and gave him a hug. It was Rawley who’d given her refuge in Thunder Point and thus a second chance at happiness. “Thank you, for everything, Rawley. Will you help Cooper and Sarah with the kids?”

“Don’t I always?” he asked.

“You always do,” she said.

“I was just wonderin’ one thing, chickadee. How’s Thunder Point workin’ out for you?”

She laughed at him and said, “It’ll do. Now, I’ll be back in five days, but if you need me...”

“Aw, I don’t need nothin’, chickadee. I just need my people settled and right with the world. What more is there?”

“Well, as it turns out, there’s true love,” Devon said with a laugh.

He gave a nod. “I think that coach fella is okay,” he said.

“Thanks, Rawley,” she said with a smile. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

* * *

Getting settled in a very small furnished duplex had been almost as simple as moving into a hotel room. Peyton made a run to Costco and Target for new linens and a few accessories and then spent the rest of her time getting to know the town. She’d already been to the beach and Cooper’s bar, so on Saturday she went to the diner where she met Gina, who was more than happy to tell her about the town. Based on Gina’s recommendation, she planned to go to Cliffhanger’s for a glass of wine and a peek at the menu. She dropped by Carrie’s Deli for a salad to take home and knew at once she had found the place to buy her lunches for the next three months. Carrie had a wonderful array of premade sandwiches, one-person pizzas, microwavable breakfast burritos and egg-and-sausage sandwiches. And she also had spectacular take-out dinners, from chicken parmesan to turkey lasagna—ready for the oven. “I may never have to go to the grocery store again!” Peyton exclaimed.