311 Pelican Court - Debbie Macomber [74]
From Peggy’s comments, Corrie sensed that Bob was putting the unfortunate circumstances regarding the John Doe behind him. She knew the police had questioned him, but whatever their concern, it had apparently been laid to rest.
The two women left the mall at about three, saying goodbye in the parking lot. Vendors sold fresh-cut Christmas trees, and Corrie breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent scent of pine and fir. Nothing smelled more like Christmas.
When she returned to the office, she found Roy hunched over his computer, a plate and an empty milk glass sitting on his desk. He stared intently at the computer screen and hadn’t noticed her.
“Any phone calls?” she asked.
Roy raised his head. “Oh, hi. What? Phone calls?”
“Did the telephone go ring, ring, ring?” she teased.
He shook his head.
“Do you want to hear about my lunch?” She waited, but when he didn’t respond, she continued. “In case you’re interested, Peggy and I had a great time. I was thinking maybe we could invite them over for New Year’s Eve.”
Again nothing.
Corrie sighed. “Peggy’s such a good cook, I’ll bet no one ever thinks to invite her to dinner. You like Bob, don’t you?”
Her husband stared up at her blankly. Corrie was starting to feel irritated.
“I like the Beldons,” she said in a firm voice. “I think all four of us could become friends.”
Roy leaned back in his chair and fixed his gaze on her. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
Corrie’s cheerful mood evaporated. “Why not?” she asked.
Roy stood and walked slowly around his desk. His shoulders slouched, he ran his hand through his hair, disheveling it.
Corrie stiffened. Roy had found something in his Internet search, and whatever it was, he didn’t want to tell her.
“Do you think Bob is somehow linked to the John Doe?” she asked bluntly.
Roy’s eyes met hers and he nodded.
She swallowed tightly. The one friend she’d found, and now this.
“Do you think Bob had something to do with his death?” she asked next. She didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to consider what that would mean for Peggy.
Roy walked back to the other side of his desk and sat down. “I don’t know, but I’m not ruling it out.”
Olivia’s Christmas was all planned. Justine, Seth and Leif, as well as her mother, would be at her house for dinner by midafternoon. Olivia had invited Jack, too, but unfortunately he’d already made arrangements to join Eric and Shelly and the twins in Reno.
“Next year we’ll be together,” Jack promised. He’d stopped at her place early Christmas morning, before he left for the airport. She gave him her gift—a first edition of H. L. Mencken—and he set his gifts for her under the tree.
“Promise for next year?” she asked, when he’d kissed her farewell.
“Promise.” Jack gathered her in his arms and kissed her again.
Olivia felt the warmth of that kiss all the way to her toes, and when he’d finished, her head was spinning. They were only now recovering their ease and comfort with each other, although they remained a little on edge, afraid of toppling the delicate balance.
For her part, Olivia was careful. Neither of them had discussed Stan, although her ex-husband still called her often—always for what appeared to be legitimate reasons.
Stan was smart. He wanted back in her life and he was a patient man. For the moment, he was letting things slide, doing nothing overt. Olivia knew her ex-husband, though. At some point, when he figured the time was right, Stan would swoop in.
“Will you be here for New Year’s Eve?” she asked, looking up at Jack. The thought of spending the night playing Scrabble with her mother held little appeal, although it’d been their tradition for almost a decade. If Jack could join them, it would turn an otherwise routine evening