50 Harbor Street - Debbie Macomber [117]
“I love you so much.” Her feelings for him, and her lingering grief over Dan, brought her close to tears.
His arms circled her. “I know you do.” He kissed her forehead. “Are you ready to come home now?”
Grace nodded. Home, she told herself, was wherever Cliff was.
With his arm about her waist, he led her out of the garage. “You haven’t had dinner, have you?”
“No.” Now that he mentioned it, she realized how hungry she was. At that very moment, her stomach growled as if to verify the fact.
“Do you want to stop somewhere in town and eat?” he asked.
She smiled gratefully. “That’s a wonderful idea.”
Despite not having reservations, they decided to try The Lighthouse, which was doing good business for a Monday night, if the packed parking lot was any indication. When they got inside, Justine seated them immediately—to Grace’s pleasure and gratitude. As they ordered a glass of wine, she noticed Cal and Linnette McAfee. They sat not far away, their heads close together. This was definitely a romance in the making. Grace wasn’t sure what had happened, but all at once those two seemed to be a real couple.
“What’s going on between Cal and the McAfees’ daughter?” Grace asked in a low voice, leaning toward her husband.
“I don’t know,” Cliff answered. Their eyes met above the menu and Cliff raised his eyebrows. “I asked Cal the other day and he pretended not to hear. I guess he doesn’t want to tell me. I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s a very private person.”
“I thought he wasn’t interested in Linnette.”
Cliff shrugged. “That’s what he’s been saying for months, but from all appearances, his feelings have changed—a lot.”
Grace didn’t see much of Cal these days. By the time she left the ranch to drive into Cedar Cove, he was already busy with the horses, either in the barn or one of the pastures. In the evenings, Cal gave the newlyweds their privacy. Grace hadn’t said more than a few words to him in the two and a half weeks since they’d returned to the ranch.
“Judging by the way he’s acting, I’d say he’s in love,” Cliff said in a low voice.
“What makes you so sure?” Grace asked, although she shared his suspicion.
Cliff’s mouth twitched. “Cal Washburn walks around with a dopey look most of the time.” He hesitated, and a smile lit up his face. “As a matter of fact, so do I.”
Her husband’s words warmed her heart. “Me, too,” she whispered. “Me, too, Cliff.”
Cliff set aside his menu and reached across the table for her hand. She was grateful he’d read her mood so accurately. She needed this time just for them, in a place that was neutral, that wasn’t her house or his.
Seeing that they were ready to order, the waitress hurried to the table, pad in hand. Grace chose the halibut in shrimp curry sauce, and Cliff asked for a T-bone steak.
Both dishes were excellent. Grace was thrilled that Cedar Cove had such an outstanding restaurant. She was proud of Justine and Seth and the success they’d made of this enterprise. Having worked as a commercial fisherman, Seth knew good fish and seafood, and served only the freshest. She could see that owning a restaurant was demanding, but so far the couple’s marriage seemed to be withstanding the pressures. Grace hoped that wouldn’t change.
When they’d finished, Cliff paid their bill. “Ready to leave?” he asked.
Grace told him she was. While Cliff retrieved her coat, she saw that Cal and Linnette were lingering over coffee; Grace smiled at them but they were completely absorbed in each other.
In the parking lot, where she and Cliff had both left their vehicles, he insisted on checking her car. She followed him home, arriving a minute or two after him. He waited for her outside the house while she parked in the space he’d cleared in the garage. When she joined him, Cliff placed one arm around her shoulders. Yawning, he covered his mouth with the other hand.
“Is that a hint, Cliff Harding?” she teased and playfully elbowed him in the ribs. He had a vigorous sexual appetite, although they were still a bit shy with each other. She knew exactly what he