Mending Fences. Sherryl Woods

have leftovers for another night,” Marcie said. “Want some cookies for the kids’ lunches?”

      “Good heavens, no! I still have the ones you sent home with me yesterday. You need to take a day off from baking.”

      “And do what?” Marcie asked with an expression that said she honestly had no idea what she’d do with herself.

      “Spend the day with Paula,” Emily suggested at once. “And take a few dozen cookies to the nurses, so they’ll treat her right.”

      Marcie’s face lit up. “I’ll do it first thing tomorrow.”

      “Give her another hug from me and tell her we miss her at school. Let her know I’ll stop by the hospital after work with all the gossip.”

      Marcie walked outside with her. “She’s going to be okay, you know.”

      “I know,” Emily said automatically as she slipped through the opening Josh had cut in the hedge between the houses. She just wished she could believe it.

       Chapter 4

      Emily had barely left the house, when Marcie heard the garage door open and realized Ken was home, hours earlier than usual. Her stomach immediately tied itself into knots. Whatever had brought him home at this hour couldn’t possibly be good. Still, she took a quick look at herself in a mirror to check her hair and makeup, then plastered a smile on her face as she waited for him.

      When he finally came inside, his tie was askew, his collar open and, if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been drinking. Her smile immediately faltered.

      “Ken, what’s wrong?”

      “The bastards fired me, that’s what’s wrong,” he said, immediately going to the liquor cabinet and splashing several inches of Scotch into a glass, then taking a gulp that clearly wasn’t his first of the day. “I’ve worked my butt off for those jerks for how many years now? Fifteen? And now I’m history.”

      “Did they tell you why?” she asked hesitantly, knowing as soon as the words were out of her mouth that it was exactly the wrong thing to ask.

      His face flushed an even brighter shade of red. “Because they’re idiots, that’s why. One little mistake and none of the accounts I brought in, none of the work I’d done for them mattered.”

      Marcie smothered a desire to point out that if the mistake had been so small, surely they would never have done such a thing. Ken had worked hard for them for years. She might not know a lot about the corporate world, but surely they wouldn’t have fired him over something insignificant. Had she said such a thing, though, Ken’s already precarious mood would have turned even darker. She doubted she’d ever hear the whole story. Ken never admitted his failures. It must be killing him just to confess he’d been fired.

      She also had to swallow all of the questions she had about what came next, whether they’d offered him severance at least. There was little use in admitting to her own panic at the thought of him being unemployed. Underneath all of Ken’s bravado, she was sure he was fearful enough for both of them. Nor was he likely to have any of the reassuring answers she wanted to hear. It was too soon. Her role, of which she was very much aware, was to boost his self-confidence, not to add to his troubles or make him feel worse.

      Although she was silent, he scowled at her as if she’d voiced her thoughts. “Well, don’t you have anything else to say? I’m sure you think this is my fault.”

      “I never said that. You’ve given a lot to that company and it’s their loss that you’re gone. Another company will snap you up, I’m sure of it.”

      “Aren’t you just little Mary Sunshine,” he said sarcastically.

      Despite his nasty attitude, she was determined to think positively. That’s what he needed from her. “I just think it’s important to be optimistic. This is the opportunity you’ve been waiting for, Ken. You could finally open your own company. You have more than enough experience to do that.”

      For the first time since he’d walked in, the anger seemed to fade from his eyes. The fear Marcie knew he was trying to cover drained away as well. He sank into a chair at the kitchen table and regarded her with a bewildered expression. “How’d I make such a mess of things? I blew off one meeting. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but apparently it was to the client. They were nervous about our campaign and me canceling the meeting made their anxiety escalate. They told my boss I was unreliable and that since they obviously couldn’t count on me, they’d go elsewhere. If it had been any other client, it might not have mattered, but this was our foot in the door and I destroyed our chance to get more work.”

      Marcie couldn’t believe that after years of missing family occasions for work, Ken would skip out on an important business meeting. “Why, Ken?” she asked, not even trying to hide her frustration. “Why would you cancel a meeting? You never do that.”

      “I was wooing another potential client. He wanted to play golf. I thought everything would work out fine.”

      “Did the new client sign with the firm?”

      He shook his head, looking utterly defeated. “No, so it was all for nothing. It was a judgment call and I blew it. What the hell are we going to do now?”

      Falling into her familiar role as cheerleader, she stood behind him and massaged his tense shoulders. “It’s not a disaster, Ken. It’s not.”

      For several minutes it was so quiet that Marcie could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, but eventually Ken rested a hand atop hers.

      “I’m sorry for yelling at you. None of this is your fault. I just wasn’t expecting this, you know.”

      “I know,” she said, moving around to sit in his lap so she could meet his gaze. If ever there’d been a time when he needed her support, this was it. “This isn’t the end of the world. I have so much faith in you, more than you have in yourself, I think.”

      His lips curved slightly. “You always did, even way back when we first met. Nobody’d ever believed in me like that. I know I don’t always tell you how much I appreciate what you do around here, but I do. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my corner.”

      The rare praise warmed her heart. Sometimes she wondered if he even noticed her at all, much less appreciated her. And his careless words had the capacity to cut her to the quick. A moment like this, though, reminded her of the gentle, sensitive man she’d married. All too often she feared he’d gotten lost along the way in his frantic climb to the top.

      She looked into his eyes. “What do you want to do next?” she asked. “If you could choose anything, what would it be?”

      He gave her a lopsided, boyish grin. “Take you upstairs to bed?”

      Her heart skipped a beat, even though she doubted he could even make it up the stairs on his currently unsteady legs.

      “Besides that,” she said, careful to keep her tone light so he wouldn’t take offense at the apparent rejection.

      He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Hell if I know,” he murmured sleepily.

      “Well, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” she assured him. “Why don’t you lie down in the den and rest before the kids get home? I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.”

      “Probably should take a shower, sober up,” he muttered. “Don’t want them to know I’ve been drinking.”

      “Good idea,” she said, relieved that he was thinking that clearly. “I’ll run up and bring down a change of clothes for you and you can use the shower in the guest suite.” In the doorway, she hesitated, then said, “And let’s not tell them what’s going on just yet, okay? Let’s wait till we have a plan.”

      “Sure,” he said, stumbling past her. “You always know the right thing to do, Marcie. Always right.”

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