Page 28 of The Calendar of New Beginnings (Dare Valley #9)

“Wait!” Andy called out. “How do you know about the calendar?”

“I might have mentioned it,” Jane said with a grimace. “Elizabeth told me about Terrance’s involvement. She couldn’t keep that to herself.”

“Terrance volunteered?” Andy asked, his mouth agape. “You’re kidding.”

“She’s really not,” Moira said, fanning herself. “This calendar is going to sell like Chef T’s hotcakes with his famous salted maple syrup.”

“She’s right,” Lucy said, remembering his meat cleaver suggestion.

“You didn’t hear it from Mom?” Andy asked his sisters.

“No way,” Natalie said, making a face that matched Moira’s. “Personally, I’m glad they didn’t ask me. Blake’s football friends would never let me live it down if I posed for a calendar like that. They’d probably put my photo in their locker rooms just to rile Blake.”

Now that would be funny , Lucy thought. And it would make the calendar’s popularity spread even further.

“Care to share who else volunteered?” Natalie asked, turning to face Lucy. “Jill can’t keep a secret worth spit, so she spilled her involvement weeks ago.”

“Terrance is terrified of her,” Jane said, sputtering.

Moira wiggled her hips. “She’s never going to stop torturing him. C’mon, Lucy, who else has volunteered besides our mothers and those two?”

She didn’t even consider playing coy. She ticked off the list, delighting in their facial reactions. When Old Man Jenkins’ name came up, Andy actually slapped his forehead.

“Him! And Rhett too? You’re right, Moira. They are going to sell like hotcakes. Personally, though, I’m not sure I want to see Mom in all her glory as Miss April.”

“Me either,” Moira said, crossing her eyes. “It’s a good thing Lucy is doing the calendar. There’s no one in Dare Valley who could match her ability as a photographer.”

Andy’s laughter faded. It was obvious he was thinking about her eye—just like she was—so Lucy gave him an encouraging smile.

“Could one of you stay a little longer with Danny?” he asked. “I need to take Lucy home after I get him bathed and in his PJs. ”

“I can get the munchkin bathed and into bed,” Moira said. “You don’t have to wait to take Lucy home. You guys feel free to head out. You too,” she said, turning to face Jane and Natalie.

Jane grinned. “Matt told me he’s opening up one of my favorite wines. But I can stay if you need me to.”

“Me too,” Natalie said.

Moira shook her head. “You get to be with Danny all the time. It’ll be fun for me to have some alone time with him.”

They both nodded, and there was a round of kissing and hugging as everyone said goodbye.

“I’m going to say goodnight to Danny,” Andy said to Lucy. “Cover up until I get back. You’re still cold.”

He was right. She felt like she’d swallowed icicles.

As soon as he disappeared up the stairs, Moira sat down beside Lucy and narrowed her eyes. “I’m not stupid. You are sick, aren’t you? That’s why you came home. I told Andy something was up.”

She didn’t like hearing they’d discussed her condition behind her back. “I’m not sick,” she said, gripping the quilt. “Please don’t ask me any more questions, Moira.”

After hearing how quickly the news of the calendar had made the rounds, the last thing she wanted to do was tell one more person about her condition. Even if she thought Moira would respect her privacy.

“My brother is worried about you,” Moira said, “and so are your parents. I won’t ask any more questions, but I’m glad you’re relying on Andy. It’s always made me happy how you two have stayed close friends all these years. It’s pretty rare, especially when someone gets married.”

“Kim knew I wasn’t a threat, thankfully.”

“That isn’t the only reason she was glad you and Andy were friends,” Moira said matter-of-factly.

“Andy pours so much energy into taking care of other people, and because of that, he doesn’t always tell us how he really feels about things.

But he could share those things with one other person besides Kim. You.”

But their agreement was changing, Lucy realized.

Even though she was doing her best not to let Mr. Responsibility take care of her, here she was, relying on him for a ride because she couldn’t drive.

And now he would be driving her to the doctor too.

She was entangling him in her problems, and though she didn’t want that, she wasn’t sure how to stop.

“He’s the best friend anyone could ever have,” she said in all seriousness. “It’s been hard to make longterm friends given how much I travel. Andy has been a constant in my life forever.”

“And you’ve been one in his,” Moira said, giving her a smile. “You might be a bit older and my brother’s best friend, but I’ve always liked you. Considering the way I blabber every time I talk to you, I’m sure you know I admire you and all you’ve accomplished.”

“Thank you,” she said, not sure how to respond except directly. “Are you saying you’d like to be my friend too?”

Moira laughed. “Yes. Hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Andy walked back in. “Ready?”

Nodding, she rose. “Thanks, Moira for?—”

“You don’t have to say it,” she said. “It’s what friends do. Don’t rush back on my account, Andy. The munchkin and I are going to have some fun.”

“Thanks, Mo,” he said, crossing the room to Lucy and extending his hand to help her up like she was too weak or blind to walk alone. When he grabbed the quilt to bring with them, she wanted to bristle.

“I’m not that cold,” she hissed.

He gave her a look. “Humor me. See you in a bit, Mo.”

After leading the way to the garage, he opened the passenger door and stood beside it until she was buckled in.

When he tucked the quilt around her, she blurted out, “I’m not an invalid.”

“I know you’re not,” he said softly before closing the passenger door.

But as he drove her all the way out of town and to her house, all she could think about was that she was an invalid.

She couldn’t even drive herself home. Those seven miles between her house and his felt like the longest she’d ever traveled.

They drove in silence, and she was glad he didn’t try and engage her in conversation.

When they arrived, she threw the quilt in the backseat, undid her seatbelt, and exited the vehicle.

Sure, she still felt cold, but she would get over it.

It was her vision that troubled her. It hadn’t improved yet, and she feared she’d slipped backwards. Was this it? What if it never got better? What then?

He was waiting for her at the hood of the car, and while he didn’t touch her, she could feel his support as they walked to her front door. She inserted the key into the lock with a heavy heart.

“Your mind is spinning all sorts of horror-story scenarios, isn’t it?” he finally asked when she opened the door.

She had to press her chest to her tight diaphragm to breathe. “Hard not to. I’m trying not to freak out.”

He pulled her into his arms. “It’s okay to freak out. My mind is spinning with all sorts of things too. How about we have something to drink? ”

She had one bottle of champagne she’d bought just because. Lucy thought everyone should have a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator.

“I’m going to pop some champagne. Because fuck it. Why not? I’m still here, and I’m going to find a way to be happy—regardless of what happens with my eye. I won’t let this destroy my life.”

Even if it felt like it would. She didn’t know who she was or what she’d do if she couldn’t take photos and travel. Lucy O’Brien was a globetrotter with the world as her address. She wasn’t some college professor living back in her hometown of Dare Valley.

He rubbed her back. “So we’ll have champagne. You should call your doctor’s service first. It’s late, and the office will be closed, but there will be a way to get him an urgent message.”

He let her go and walked in the direction of the kitchen, turning on the lights as he went.

“Yeah, Dr. Davidson gave me a special number to call.” She’d hoped she would never have to use the handwritten number on the business card he’d given her. But she bucked up and called it, leaving a voicemail in a shaky voice she hated.

Andy pulled the champagne from the refrigerator. “Let’s sit on the couch while we wait for him to call you back.”

Her throat closed. “You really don’t have to wait with me.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you alone. Do you have champagne glasses?”

She shrugged, unable to speak, so he started rummaging through the cabinets. Sure enough, Mrs. Weidman had some old-school crystal champagne glasses that could have graced Joan Crawford’s hand in an old movie. He poured the champagne and led the way to the couch.

“To good friends,” he said as they sat. They clinked glasses for the toast.

“The best,” she said and took a drink.

The bubbles exploded in her mouth, and she made herself imagine they were like a hundred fireworks exploding inside her, shining color into the blackness she feared might become her reality.

Andy removed her cell phone from her clenched hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.

“I’d like to hold your hand while we wait for the doctor to call,” he said in a calm tone, but his gaze told her a different story.

He reached for her hand, and she curled her fingers around his, and they waited in the quiet room, staring at the phone, sipping champagne.