Apparently he couldn"t get rid of her fast enough. They stood there awkwardly, facing each other in the midst of people coming and going, dropping off travelers, unloading bags. He seemed every bit as nervous as she was.
"Have a good flight," Bruce finally murmured.
"Thank you. I"m sure I will." Within hours, she"d be seeing Nate again and she should be feeling elated. Excited. Only she wasn"t. She"d rather sort this out with Bruce. Or at least effect some kind of reconciliation before she left. She hated this unsettled feeling. Still, she"d tried, and he didn"t seem interested. And Rachel didn"t feel she could press any more than she already had.
It wasn"t right to be flying off to visit Nate and his family while she was thinking about another man. This would be an important week. The political fundraiser the next afternoon was critical to Nate"s family, and Rachel was determined to do everything she could to become an a.s.set to both Nate and his father.
Then, surprising her again, Bruce stepped closer and hugged her. This wasn"t a token hug; he held her tight, as if he didn"t want to let her go. After a moment, he dropped his arms. Shocked, and more confused than ever, Rachel moved toward her suitcase and without looking back, picked it up and walked into the terminal.
Nate had arranged his flight into Pittsburgh so that he"d arrive from San Diego thirty minutes ahead of her. When she came out of the jetway, he was at the gate waiting for her.
One glance at her handsome navy man, and Rachel gave a small cry of delight. She flew into his arms. It felt like forever since they"d been together, although it had only been a month.
"Dad sent a car for us," Nate said as he slipped an arm around her waist. He gazed down at her, his eyes full of warmth. "You look wonderful."
Rachel couldn"t keep from blushing at his praise. "You, too."
"There"s a dinner this evening that Mom suggested we attend. You don"t mind, do you?"
Rachel did mind, but she couldn"t protest, since Nate"s family had paid for her airline ticket. She"d hoped she and Nate would have this evening to themselves. That obviously wouldn"t be the case.
The driver found them in the baggage claim area, and soon they were on their way. As Nate relayed the itinerary for the next two days, it seemed unlikely that they"d have more than a minute to themselves at any given time. The culminating event, the rally, was where Nate"s father would announce that he"d be running for the senate.
"Stop," she said at one point. "My head is spinning. Are we required to attend all these functions?" In addition to the rally, there were a number of meals and c.o.c.ktail parties, sometimes as many as three in a single afternoon. There were also visits to service clubs, senior citizens" organizations, schools and even a shopping mall, where they"d hand out flyers.
Nate seemed surprised that she"d asked. "Of course we"re going to all of them. That"s what you do during a political campaign. Trust me, I should know."
"Were you always this involved?"
"Except for the last few years, yes." He took her hand. "I should tell you that Dad and I"ve been talking."
Rachel didn"t know if that was a good thing or not, although of his parents, she preferred his father. Nathaniel Olsen was a consummate politician and had a way of making everyone he met feel like his best friend. Still, as much as she hoped the congressman approved of her relationship with Nate, Rachel couldn"t be sure.
Nate"s mother, on the other hand, hadn"t bothered to disguise her objections. This time Rachel was prepared for that. No matter what Patrice said or did, she refused to let the other woman upset her.
"Dad wants me to work for him when I get out of the navy," Nate said. He clearly thought she"d be pleased.
She wasn"t; it was exactly what she"d always feared. When they"d first met, Nate claimed he had no political aspirations of his own. She was beginning to seriously doubt that. Nate loved campaigning, loved the challenge and the excitement. He was used to privilege and to the advantages conferred by wealth and power. Wherever they went, as long as he was with his father, he was a guest of honor.
"I thought you hadn"t made a decision about reenlisting in the navy?" They"d discussed this a number of times.
"I haven"t," Nate was quick to tell her.
His flippant response gave her the distinct feeling that he actually had.
The driver delivered them to the Olsen residence outside the city. The huge, two-story house seemed more like a palace to Rachel; it was even grander than she"d expected. There were fifteen acres of beautifully landscaped grounds, and the house itself looked as if it belonged in a glossy architectural magazine.
"Come on," Nate said, taking her hand.
Rachel managed to close her mouth and gulp in a deep breath before Patrice Olsen, Nate"s mother, came hurrying out the front door, arms wide. Nate released Rachel"s hand long enough to hug his mother, lifting Patrice off the ground in his exuberance.
Inside the Olsen residence, everything seemed to be made of Italian marble or polished mahogany, and every piece of furniture looked like a priceless antique. Rachel was afraid to touch any surface for fear of smudging it, afraid to walk anywhere for fear of leaving footprints in the deep, soft carpeting.
She"d been escorted to a guest room that felt more like a hotel room, but far nicer than any she"d ever stayed at. Dinner was just an hour after their arrival so Rachel didn"t have time to do more than admire her room, change her clothes and freshen her makeup before they had to leave.
The next morning, there was a breakfast at which Nate and Rachel were required to mingle. With Nate at her side, she found it wasn"t as difficult as she"d a.s.sumed. Afterward he complimented her, and that went a long way toward soothing her nerves.
"You"re doing really well," he a.s.sured her as they hurried from the breakfast to a factory and then a huge a.s.sisted-living complex. Naturally, the local press showed up everywhere. Rachel prayed no one would address any questions to her or ask about her role.
She marveled at both Nate and his father. At each stop, each occasion, she saw how effectively they spoke, how inspiring they were. The rally the next afternoon was the main event, followed by a formal dinner.
Sat.u.r.day was another long day of appearances until finally they entered the auditorium where the rally would be held. Rachel sat with rapt attention through all the speeches and applauded at all the appropriate places. At the end of Nathaniel"s speech, during which he declared his candidacy, she joined the crowd in giving him a standing ovation.
When the applause died down, the congressman brought Nate onto the stage and introduced him, telling his const.i.tuents how proud he was to have a son serving in the military. With tears in her eyes, Rachel clapped wildly.
To the sound of cheering, Nate stood next to his father and raised both arms. Then father and son embraced in what was truly a touching moment.
Patrice Olsen moved down one seat in order to sit beside Rachel.
"He looks good with his father, doesn"t he?" she said, leaning close.
"Very good." Rachel smiled over at Nate"s mother and continued applauding.
"Nathaniel has political ambitions for our son."
Rachel had already a.s.sumed as much. "I can see he"d do a wonderful job." After watching Nate with his father, it seemed inevitable that he"d follow in the older man"s footsteps.
"Nate gets out of the navy in less than a year."
Rachel nodded. She and Nate had discussed that very subject shortly after she"d landed in Pittsburgh. Until that point, Rachel had been under the misconception that he hadn"t decided whether or not to reenlist. She"d guessed then that Nate wasn"t going to.
"Dirk Hagerman is a friend of Nathaniel"s. Dirk"s retiring as a state representative, and they"ve been talking about getting him to endorse Nate as a candidate for his seat. Nate"s military background and the fact that he went in as an enlisted man-it all bodes well. We have every belief that he could win his first time out."
Rachel"s heart took a direct hit. "Is...is that what Nate wants?"
Patrice eyed her coolly. "Look at him up there with his father, Rachel. What do you think?"
Rachel couldn"t deny it. Never had she seen Nate more in his element; like his father, he was a natural politician.
"He was born for this," Patrice said.
Rachel couldn"t deny that, either. She half expected Patrice to point out her flaws, her inadequacies as the potential wife of a politician. Rachel bristled, waiting for some dig or slight, but to her surprise Nate"s mother said nothing else. What Rachel discovered was that Patrice"s silence was more reproachful, more uncomfortable, than anything she might have said.
Rachel had been riddled with doubts before. She"d given this weekend everything she had. Nate had been with her almost every minute and while living in the public eye certainly wasn"t her forte, it wasn"t as bad as she"d thought.
Early on Sunday, Nate and Rachel left for the airport together. Both his parents hugged her farewell and repeatedly thanked her for being part of this important event.
Because their flights were going to different cities, she and Nate went their separate ways at the airport. Rachel"s one regret was that they"d had practically no time alone.
Nate kissed her as they prepared to go to their departure gates. "You were terrific," he said, smiling down on her. "Absolutely terrific."
"So were you."
"I didn"t realize how much I missed all of this," Nate confessed. "Being with the const.i.tuents who support our position is invigorating."
Rachel murmured her agreement.
They talked for a few more minutes and kissed again. By the time she made it to her gate, the flight had already started to board. Settling back with a couple of new magazines, Rachel took a deep breath and tried to relax.
After spending these days with Nate, she was more certain than ever that he"d enter politics. He hadn"t told her of his decision, though, and now she understood why. He"d wanted to see how this visit went. It wasn"t a comforting thought.
On her arrival in Seattle hours later, Rachel found Bruce and Jolene waiting for her in baggage claim. The second Jolene saw her she skipped over to Rachel"s side.
"Rachel!" she cried as if they hadn"t seen each other in years.
Rachel hugged her, twirling her around, although Jolene was almost too big for that now. Hard to believe she"d be in junior high next September.
"So," Bruce said, hands in his pockets. "How"d it go?"
"Really well."
He didn"t seem happy to hear it. If anything, he looked irritated and out of sorts. Rachel wanted to confront him, ask what was wrong, but Jolene acted like a playful puppy, demanding attention as they walked toward the parking garage, making serious conversation impossible.
"So how was Lover Boy?" Bruce asked as he set her bag in the car trunk.
Rachel glared at him. "I wish you wouldn"t call him that."
"Sorry," he muttered. "Sailor Man, then."
"He has a name, you know," she said sharply.
"All right, how"s Nate?" Bruce opened the pa.s.senger door for her.
"Very well, thank you."
"Can we go out to eat?" Jolene asked, clambering into the backseat and searching for her seat belt. "I want to hear about the rally."
"No," Bruce said. "We"re not going out to eat."
A little shocked by the vehemence of his response, Rachel turned around and looked at his daughter.
"He"s been in a bad mood all day," the girl told her.
"I have not," Bruce barked. "Didn"t you say you have homework to finish?"
"I do, but it"s no big deal."
Rachel snapped her own seat belt into place. "We"ll go out another time, okay?" she suggested in an effort to keep the peace.
"Okay," Jolene said, easily mollified.
Judging by his dark, brooding expression, Bruce had no interest in spending time with Rachel. After those kisses, this was precisely what she"d been afraid of.
The drive back to Cedar Cove seemed to take twice as long as usual. Rachel managed to carry on a somewhat disjointed conversation with Jolene, mostly about sixth-grade gossip, who liked whom and so forth. Bruce ignored them both. When he pulled up in front of her house, he stomped out of the car to remove her suitcase from the trunk.
"See you soon," Rachel promised Jolene.
"Okay."
Bruce had already dropped her suitcase on the front step and started back toward the car, head down, his gaze averted.
"Thanks for the ride," she said.
"It was nothing," Bruce mumbled as he stepped past her. Her key was barely in the lock when he roared away.
Thirty-Three.
Grace couldn"t stop worrying about Olivia and the upcoming biopsy results.
Her friend minimized her fears, but Grace wasn"t fooled. Olivia was afraid. Jack, too. The biopsy had been done and the lab required two days to do an a.n.a.lysis. This was the second day.
Just as she was about to go for lunch, the phone on her desk rang. "Grace Harding," she answered. "How can I help you?"
"Grace."
It was Olivia, and she didn"t need to say another word. The tone of her voice said it all. Cancer. "Where are you?" she asked.
"At home. I didn"t go the courthouse today." She paused. "My doctor called a few minutes ago."
"Listen, don"t move, I"m on my way." Grace forgot about lunch. Her appet.i.te had vanished the second she heard Olivia"s voice. For two days she"d eaten practically nothing; all she could think about was her best friend and what she might be facing. "I"m leaving right now."
Grace arranged to take the rest of the day off, then rushed out the door, almost forgetting her coat and purse. She was outside before she"d even slipped her arms into the sleeves.
Thankfully, the drive down Lighthouse Road was just long enough to allow Grace to gather her thoughts. When she arrived, Olivia was standing on the porch waiting for her. Wearing only a sweater, she seemed thin and frail, buffeted by the cold autumn wind. Her arms were wrapped around her middle and her face was set in that determined expression Grace knew so well. It was the same look she"d worn the afternoon she announced that Stan, her ex-husband, had decided to move out. The look that said life was hard but you couldn"t give up-that you had to be equal to the pain and the grief.
The sight of Olivia, her lifelong friend, standing alone brought stinging tears to Grace"s eyes. Everything started to blur as she pulled the car to the side of the road and parked carelessly.
The wind whipped her coat around her as she got out. Dashing the tears from her cheeks, she didn"t bother to hide the fact that she was crying. She rushed up the sidewalk and to the porch steps where Olivia stood. She stopped abruptly. They hugged, and the tears in her friend"s eyes brought a sob to her own throat.
"Tell me..."