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Redwood Bend

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“Dylan?” she asked, standing from her chair.
The uniformed driver jumped out and went to open the back passenger door. Adele Childress stepped out. She was wearing cream-colored slacks that matched her car, low heels, a cinnamon blouse with a silk scarf under the collar and around her neck, the color of her slacks. She wore a gold chain belt and matching necklace. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Dylan smirked. This was her going-into-the-mountains attire.
Katie ran her hands down her pants, which were jeans with a short T-shirt that exposed her flat belly and navel.
“You look great,” Dylan said to Katie.
She ran her hands over her hair at her temples, patting it into place.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Don’t be intimidated by flash.”
He crossed his arms over his chest as Adele approached the porch. Unlike Jack had done by stepping down from the porch, Dylan held his ground.
“I would have called ahead, but you haven’t answered any of my texts or voice mails or emails,” she said.
“Because as I explained, I was going to be out of cell contact for a few days and would be back in touch when possible.”
Katie whacked him on the shoulder and bounded off the porch steps. “Hi. I’m Katie Malone,” she said. For a second she was flustered, wondering whether to curtsy or shake hands. She put out her hand.
“It’s a pleasure, Katie,” Adele said, taking her hand. “Adele Childress. How wonderful to meet you. And those must be your sons.”
“Mitch and Andy,” she said. “Boys. Come and say hello to Dylan’s grandmother, Mrs. Childress.”
They seemed to climb down from the jungle gym a bit reluctantly, approaching warily.
“Are they shy?” Adele asked.
“Not in the least,” Katie said with a laugh. “Maybe they’re afraid they’ll get you dirty. And I’m sure they’ve never seen a car like that.”
“How in the world do you tell them apart?”
“It comes with time. Dylan can tell the difference. Would you like a glass of tea on the porch?”
“That would be lovely, Katie.” She turned to look at her driver. “Randy?”
“I’m fine, ma’am,” he said, going to the trunk which produced a cold drink.
Katie bent at the waist and focused on her boys. “Say hello, boys.” One at a time they said a very quiet “hello.” Then they began to back away, making Katie laugh. “Go ahead, you can play. Come up on the porch, Mrs. Childress. I’ll get you a cold tea.”
As Katie went inside and Adele stepped onto the porch, Dylan threw an arm wide, indicating the chair he had just vacated. She sat down and said, “Thank you, dear.”
“My pleasure,” he said. Then he jogged down the porch steps and into the clearing where he grasped the driver’s hand in a firm and welcoming handshake. Then he was back to the porch. “Now,” he said to his grandmother. “What are you doing here?” He leaned a hip on the porch rail and folded his arms against his chest again.
“Wouldn’t I welcome as hearty a greeting as the chauffeur received,” she said, indignant.
“We both know this wasn’t Randy’s idea. So? Your purpose?”
“Just a little recon, Dylan,” she said. “You mentioned unfinished business of the female kind and Lang said he was fairly sure you were here about a woman. And I was out of the loop.”
“I can’t believe you did this,” he muttered.
“I can’t believe you expected less,” she replied. “I ask very little of you—just that you stay in touch. There are all kinds of things happening in your life and I was…well, curious. Concerned.”
“Gran, I’m of age. I’m self-supporting. Some things I like to work out for myself.”
“Was I born yesterday? The only time you don’t call me regularly or at least take my calls is when something of magnitude is going on and you’re afraid you’ll tell me more than you want to. That doesn’t happen to us often. And I suspect this is the first time it involved a woman.” Dylan remained stubbornly silent. “So, this is serious?”
He gave a nod but said no more.
“Excellent. She’s very pretty, seems nice.”
“There’s no guest room here, Gran,” he said.
“I’ve made arrangements,” she said. “It happens I have an old friend in the area. You remember Muriel St. Claire.”
He chuckled and just shook his head. “Of course. Muriel lives around here? Why?”
“Hell if I know,” Adele said. “The town isn’t exactly…much. It’s even smaller than Payne.”
“I like small towns,” he said.
“Now, there’s a surprise I was unprepared for. When I took you to Payne, you saw it as a prison sentence and couldn’t wait to get out of there.”
“Not prison,” he said. “Rehab. And you were the first to leave.”
“Not until I knew I was leaving you in safe hands. Now, Dylan, what’s going on?”
“When there’s something to tell, you’ll be told,” he said. He loved and trusted his grandmother, but some things were personal. Confiding in her about business matters was one thing, but with matters of the heart, a man of thirty-five did not go to his grandmother for advice.
She sat back. She gave him a small smile. “Sometimes I look at you and can’t help but see my son in your eyes.”
Katie came outside with a glass of tea and a napkin. “Here you go, Mrs.—” She looked into the yard to find the car doors all open on the Lincoln and saw one of her boys behind the wheel. “Boys!” she called. “What are you doing?”
The driver stood up from the passenger side of the car and looked at her over the open door, smiling. “They’re all right, ma’am. They asked permission.”
“They’re going to get that car all dirty!”
“Not to worry, ma’am—I keep it clean.”
“Don’t worry, Katie,” Adele said. “Randy’s on top of things. He’s very protective of the car. Now sit down beside me and tell me all about yourself.”
“Prepare to be grilled,” Dylan said, pushing off the rail. “Just because she asks you something doesn’t mean you have to answer.” He went inside the cabin.
“Testy,” Adele said.
“Why is he so testy?” Katie asked.
“I invaded his space. He sent me a text message saying he’d be out of touch for a while and I would hear from him when he’s ready to be back in touch. Well, something like that. I waited as long as I felt like waiting. At first I was worried something had gone wrong with that movie he was considering, but when I called Lang and he said it was probably about a wo—about you, I decided we should meet. And why not? If you’re struggling to decide whether Dylan is worth your consideration, you should have a look at his baggage.” She took a small sip of her tea. “That would be me, Katie. The baggage.”
Katie laughed. “Well, I’m sure he doesn’t consider you baggage at all.”
“At the moment, I’m sure he does. Where are you from, Katie?”
“Sacramento.” She gave Adele a quick run-through of her history. She knew she was revealing more than she’d been asked, but if she were meeting the girlfriend of one of her boys, she’d want to know these things and they weren’t secrets. While she was talking, Dylan returned to the porch with a beer. “The boys and I came here to hopefully settle near my brother. Uncle Conner has always been an involved uncle. I met Dylan on the way into town when he helped me change a flat tire. And we became friends.”
“You haven’t known each other all that long, then?” Adele asked.
“Long enough, Gran,” he said.
“Please, Dylan, I wasn’t being critical!” Adele looked at Katie. “And now you’re very good friends…”
“Adele,” Dylan warned.
“I hope so,” Katie said with a smile.
“Very good friends,” Dylan assured his grandmother. “So, Gran. Just how long can we expect to enjoy the pleasure of your company?”
“Not long, I’m afraid. A few days. A week. Whatever.”
Dylan groaned.
Adele Childress wondered if she should dare even hope that her grandson was finally wising up and settling down with a good woman. Katie Malone was instantly likable. Like Adele, she’d been through some tough times but managed to somehow hold her family together, work and maintain a lovely disposition as far as Adele could tell.
Adele looked out the car window. “Are you sure you know where you’re going?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Randy said.
“It’s nothing but country out there. Or trees.”
“Yes, ma’am, that’s what it is.”
“Are you mocking me?” she asked sharply.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She grunted.
A little while later he said, “Look ahead. That’s Ms. St. Claire’s house.”
All Adele could see was a two-story farmhouse with some outbuildings around it. There were a couple of lights in the windows and some flickering candlelight on the front porch. When they pulled up the drive to the front of the house a couple of people emerged from the darkness and she recognized Muriel. She was standing beside a man Adele didn’t know. He was a very handsome, tall, silver-haired man with a wide chest and strong shoulders.
This was Muriel in her country incarnation. Adele and Muriel did not share this trait. Muriel liked roughing it; liked to ride, hunt, garden and poke around farm sales and buy antiques. She was one of those do-it-yourselfers while Adele was just the opposite—anything she could throw money at worked for her. And Muriel was wearing jeans and boots. Adele couldn’t remember owning a pair of jeans, even while living in Montana.
Randy gave her a hand out of the car. Randy had been her driver for years, since his wife died a long, long time ago. He was nearly seventy himself, but he didn’t seem it; he was fit and colored his hair, which was still thick and plentiful. He’d never been one for a lot of outdoor sports so his skin was taut, but he had a trim beard.
In Hollywood, seventy wasn’t old unless you wanted it to be. Adele hadn’t started playing the matronly or grandmotherly roles until five years ago. She had an excellent surgeon and colorist. She was, after all, a bit younger than Carol Burnett.
“Oh, darling,” Muriel said, rushing toward her, arms open. “It’s so wonderful to see you!” They embraced and Muriel immediately introduced her gentleman. “This is Walt, my neighbor and boyfriend. Walt, this is Adele Childress. We’ve known each other for—”
“Very long,” Adele cut in. Adding up years always made her weary. “I appreciate the hospitality, Muriel. I hope it’s not a major inconvenience.”
“It’s none at all. There’s a guesthouse, and there’s a bedroom in the house on the second floor. Now, bear in mind, it’s an old farmhouse that I restored, so there’s only the one bath upstairs, claw-foot tub. I have no trouble sharing it. You decide if you want to put your driver in the guesthouse with a private shower but no tub or take it for yourself and I’ll put him up in the house.”
Randy was pulling suitcases out of the trunk and lining them up beside the car. “Let Miss Daisy have a look at the guesthouse,” he said. And then he added, “Ma’am.”
Adele tsked. “Impertinent,” she muttered. “Pain in my ass.”
“Her knee bothers her—that tub won’t work as well as a shower,” Randy said.
Muriel laughed. “Put her bags in the guesthouse,” she advised. “You’ll have everything you need, even a refrigerator. The shower is perfect for you, the mattress is fairly new, there’s a flat screen, and if you need anything more than you find in the refrigerator, the front door is always unlocked. And you,” she said, looking at the driver.