Page 59 of Our Now and Forever

“Are you sure folks will come?” Spencer asked as he looked out over the parking lot. “Not the owners, but other people?”

Recognizing how his position at the paper could benefit the cause, Caleb said, “If we advertise it right.”

That elicited a chuckle from Spencer. “We’ll need to get an advertising budget approved by the committee, but something tells me you won’t have any problem selling them on the idea.”

“Me?” Caleb asked. “You’re the one they all listen to.”

“Oh no,” he said, tipping his hat back. “This one is your baby, and you’re the salesman. I doubt you’ll have any trouble making them listen.”

He appreciated the man’s faith in him. “Fair enough.”

With a check of his watch, Spencer said, “Time to go.” The pair hustled back to the front of the building as Spencer explained, “Carrie’s appointment is in less than thirty minutes, and I still need to pick her up out at the construction office.”

“You’re taking Carrie to an appointment?” Caleb asked, confused once again by the connection between Boyd and the expectant mother.

“Sure,” Spencer answered, pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock his truck. “She can’t fit behind the wheel of Patch’s old truck anymore.”

Caleb hadn’t heard the name before. “Patch?”

“Her good-for-nothing dead husband.” Pausing at his open door, Spencer said, “We’ll wait until we talk to Coop before presenting this idea to the board. You good with putting something together for next Friday?”

“Not a problem,” Caleb answered.

As the gray Dodge drove off down the street, Caleb wondered if Lorelei knew how her fiancé felt about Carrie Farmer’s former husband. Or more importantly, how he felt about the tiny brunette about to be a single mother.

Snow moaned for the third time as she gripped her headboard tighter. “Oh, yes. Right there,” she said, her voice breathy and desperate.

“Right here?” Caleb asked, his voice syrupy as he circled the same delicate spot over and over.

“Uh-huh.” Snow’s entire body melted in pure pleasure. “How did I go without this for so long?” she asked.

Caleb dropped a kiss on her big toe. “I don’t know, darling. How did you?”

She opened one eye and shot her husband a warning look. “Don’t get smug down there, Mr. McGraw. But it’s nice to know that if your job at the paper ever falls through, you have a lucrative career in foot massage to fall back on.”

Increasing the pressure on her arch, Caleb ignored her comment. “What do you know about Spencer Boyd and Carrie Farmer?” he asked.

Snow’s eyes popped open. What was that question about?

“I know Carrie is Spencer’s ex-wife,” she said. “And that they’re good friends.”

The foot massage stopped. “She was his wife?”

“Hey,” Snow said, shaking her foot. “Are we talking or massaging?”

“Relax,” he said, returning to his task. “I can do both. So Lorelei knows about them?”

Snuggling deeper into her pillow, Snow answered, “Sure, she knows.”

“Huh,” Caleb said. “And she’s fine with her fiancé being in love with someone else?”

Snow jerked her foot out of Caleb’s grasp as she sat up. “Her fiancé what?”

“I can’t be the only one who sees it,” Caleb said. “He hovers over her. Drives her to her appointments. If Lorelei is fine with it, then good for them, but I couldn’t handle that.”

Though she appreciated knowing her husband was against either of them falling in love with someone else, she needed to disabuse Caleb of his highly erroneous assumption.

“Spencer Boyd is not in love with his ex-wife. He loves Lorelei, and he always has.”

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