Savor the Moment
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“She’ll never understand you, or us. That’s her loss.”
“It really is.” Leaning down, Mac kissed the top of Laurel’s head. “I’ll see you later.”
Whatever crumbs of self-pity remained were swept away as Mac left.
All done with it, Laurel thought, and bought herself a brand-new double guitar cutter.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LAUREL WASN’T SURE WHERE THE IMPULSE CAME FROM, BUT SHE followed it to Del’s law offices. Though she rarely visited there, for personal or legal reasons, she knew the setup.
The front door of the dignified old town house opened, as she deemed it should, to a dignified foyer. That angled into a pretty reception area, with leafy plants in copper pots, antique tables, generous chairs, muted colors warm with the flow of light.
Offices maintained privacy for clients behind thick old doors, lovingly restored, and time-faded rugs highlighted the deep tones of the wide-planked floors.
Del, she knew, appreciated the mix of the dignified and the warmly casual.
She stepped out of the sweltering heat into the cool where Annie, a woman she’d gone to school with, manned the desk and its computer.
Annie shifted, and her professional smile spread to a friendly grin. “Laurel, hi! How are you? Haven’t seen you in months.”
“They keep me chained to the oven. Hey, you cut your hair. I love it.”
Annie tried out a little head toss. “Sassy?”
“Absolutely.”
“And best, it takes about two minutes in the morning.”
“So, how are you otherwise?”
“I’m great. We should have a drink sometime soon, and catch up.”
“I’d like that. I brought something for Del.” She lifted the bakery box she carried.
“If it’s anything like the cake you made for Dara, I just gained five pounds looking at the box. He’s with a client. I can just—”
“Don’t interrupt him,” Laurel said. “I’ll leave it with you.”
“I don’t know if I can be trusted.”
With a laugh, Laurel set the box on the desk. “There’s enough to share. I had to come into town, so I just brought these by before I—”
“Hold that thought,” Annie told her as her phone rang. “Good morning, Brown and Associates.”
Laurel wandered away while Annie handled the call, taking a casual study of the art on the walls. She knew they were originals, and from area artists. The Browns had always been serious patrons of the arts, and involved in local interests.
It occurred to her she’d never given much thought to how Del had set up his practice. After his parents died, she remembered now, and shortly before they’d formed Vows. They’d probably been among his first clients, now that she thought of it.
She’d been working at the Willows, keeping her own finances afloat while Vows took its first events. She’d been too busy, she supposed, and too damn tired to think about how Del must have been juggling his own fledgling practice, the details of his parents’ estates, the legalities of Vows as a business and a partnership.
They’d all been scrambling like mad with plans, obligations, test runs, part-time work to fill the coffers. But Del had never seemed rushed, had he? she asked herself.
The Brown cool, she supposed. As well as that seemingly innate Brown confidence that whatever they outlined they’d make work.
They’d grieved together, she remembered. Hard, hard times. But the grief and the hard had acted as another kind of glue, fusing them together.
She’d moved in with Parker, Laurel thought, and had never really, not seriously, looked back. And Del had always been there, handling details that had whizzed right by her. She’d understood it, she thought now, but had she given him credit for it?
She glanced over as someone came in the door. The young couple held hands, looked happy. Looked familiar, Laurel realized.
“Cassie?” She’d made them her Bridal Lace cake in the spring. “Hi. And ...” Shit, what was the groom’s name?
“Laurel? Hello!” Cassie held out a friendly hand. “It’s wonderful to see you. Zack and I were just showing our wedding pictures to some friends the other night, and talking about how we’re looking forward to Fran and Michael’s wedding in a couple months at your place. I can’t wait to see what you do for them.”
If she’d been Parker, she’d remember precisely who Fran and Michael were, and all the details of the wedding confirmed so far.
Since she wasn’t Parker, Laurel just smiled. “I hope they’re as happy as you two look.”
“I don’t know if they could be, because we’re flying.”
“About to buy our first house,” Zack told her.
“Congratulations.”
“It’s wonderful and scary, and oh, Dara. Everyone’s right on time.”
Laurel supposed Annie had given Dara the signal, and turned to say her hellos.
“Oh, that cake.” With a laugh, Dara gave Laurel a quick hug. “It was so cute—and so delicious.”
“How’s the baby?”
“Wonderful. I’ve got several hundred baby pictures I could show you if you don’t make a quick escape.”
“I’d love to see baby pictures,” Cassie said. “I love babies,” she added with a wistful look at Zack.
“House first, then baby.”
“I can help you with the first part. Come right on back.” Dara gave Laurel a wink, then led the clients off.
Laurel heard Annie’s phone ring again—busy place—and decided she’d just slip out. Even as she had the thought, she heard Del’s voice.
“Try not to worry. You’ve done everything right, and I’m going to do everything I can to get this resolved quickly.”
“I’m so grateful. Mr. Brown, I don’t know what I’d do without your help. It’s all so ...”The woman’s voice broke.
Though Laurel stepped back, she caught a glimpse of Del and his client, and the way Del put an arm around the woman’s shoulders as she struggled with tears.
“I’m sorry. I thought I got all that out in your office.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want you to go home and try to put this out of your mind.”
His hand rubbed up and down the woman’s arm. Laurel had seen him use that gesture of comfort and support—or felt it herself—countless times.
“It really is.” Leaning down, Mac kissed the top of Laurel’s head. “I’ll see you later.”
Whatever crumbs of self-pity remained were swept away as Mac left.
All done with it, Laurel thought, and bought herself a brand-new double guitar cutter.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LAUREL WASN’T SURE WHERE THE IMPULSE CAME FROM, BUT SHE followed it to Del’s law offices. Though she rarely visited there, for personal or legal reasons, she knew the setup.
The front door of the dignified old town house opened, as she deemed it should, to a dignified foyer. That angled into a pretty reception area, with leafy plants in copper pots, antique tables, generous chairs, muted colors warm with the flow of light.
Offices maintained privacy for clients behind thick old doors, lovingly restored, and time-faded rugs highlighted the deep tones of the wide-planked floors.
Del, she knew, appreciated the mix of the dignified and the warmly casual.
She stepped out of the sweltering heat into the cool where Annie, a woman she’d gone to school with, manned the desk and its computer.
Annie shifted, and her professional smile spread to a friendly grin. “Laurel, hi! How are you? Haven’t seen you in months.”
“They keep me chained to the oven. Hey, you cut your hair. I love it.”
Annie tried out a little head toss. “Sassy?”
“Absolutely.”
“And best, it takes about two minutes in the morning.”
“So, how are you otherwise?”
“I’m great. We should have a drink sometime soon, and catch up.”
“I’d like that. I brought something for Del.” She lifted the bakery box she carried.
“If it’s anything like the cake you made for Dara, I just gained five pounds looking at the box. He’s with a client. I can just—”
“Don’t interrupt him,” Laurel said. “I’ll leave it with you.”
“I don’t know if I can be trusted.”
With a laugh, Laurel set the box on the desk. “There’s enough to share. I had to come into town, so I just brought these by before I—”
“Hold that thought,” Annie told her as her phone rang. “Good morning, Brown and Associates.”
Laurel wandered away while Annie handled the call, taking a casual study of the art on the walls. She knew they were originals, and from area artists. The Browns had always been serious patrons of the arts, and involved in local interests.
It occurred to her she’d never given much thought to how Del had set up his practice. After his parents died, she remembered now, and shortly before they’d formed Vows. They’d probably been among his first clients, now that she thought of it.
She’d been working at the Willows, keeping her own finances afloat while Vows took its first events. She’d been too busy, she supposed, and too damn tired to think about how Del must have been juggling his own fledgling practice, the details of his parents’ estates, the legalities of Vows as a business and a partnership.
They’d all been scrambling like mad with plans, obligations, test runs, part-time work to fill the coffers. But Del had never seemed rushed, had he? she asked herself.
The Brown cool, she supposed. As well as that seemingly innate Brown confidence that whatever they outlined they’d make work.
They’d grieved together, she remembered. Hard, hard times. But the grief and the hard had acted as another kind of glue, fusing them together.
She’d moved in with Parker, Laurel thought, and had never really, not seriously, looked back. And Del had always been there, handling details that had whizzed right by her. She’d understood it, she thought now, but had she given him credit for it?
She glanced over as someone came in the door. The young couple held hands, looked happy. Looked familiar, Laurel realized.
“Cassie?” She’d made them her Bridal Lace cake in the spring. “Hi. And ...” Shit, what was the groom’s name?
“Laurel? Hello!” Cassie held out a friendly hand. “It’s wonderful to see you. Zack and I were just showing our wedding pictures to some friends the other night, and talking about how we’re looking forward to Fran and Michael’s wedding in a couple months at your place. I can’t wait to see what you do for them.”
If she’d been Parker, she’d remember precisely who Fran and Michael were, and all the details of the wedding confirmed so far.
Since she wasn’t Parker, Laurel just smiled. “I hope they’re as happy as you two look.”
“I don’t know if they could be, because we’re flying.”
“About to buy our first house,” Zack told her.
“Congratulations.”
“It’s wonderful and scary, and oh, Dara. Everyone’s right on time.”
Laurel supposed Annie had given Dara the signal, and turned to say her hellos.
“Oh, that cake.” With a laugh, Dara gave Laurel a quick hug. “It was so cute—and so delicious.”
“How’s the baby?”
“Wonderful. I’ve got several hundred baby pictures I could show you if you don’t make a quick escape.”
“I’d love to see baby pictures,” Cassie said. “I love babies,” she added with a wistful look at Zack.
“House first, then baby.”
“I can help you with the first part. Come right on back.” Dara gave Laurel a wink, then led the clients off.
Laurel heard Annie’s phone ring again—busy place—and decided she’d just slip out. Even as she had the thought, she heard Del’s voice.
“Try not to worry. You’ve done everything right, and I’m going to do everything I can to get this resolved quickly.”
“I’m so grateful. Mr. Brown, I don’t know what I’d do without your help. It’s all so ...”The woman’s voice broke.
Though Laurel stepped back, she caught a glimpse of Del and his client, and the way Del put an arm around the woman’s shoulders as she struggled with tears.
“I’m sorry. I thought I got all that out in your office.”
“Don’t be sorry. I want you to go home and try to put this out of your mind.”
His hand rubbed up and down the woman’s arm. Laurel had seen him use that gesture of comfort and support—or felt it herself—countless times.
