1105 Yakima Street. Debbie Macomber

here,” Linc began, finally giving in to the relief of divulging his problems to a sympathetic listener. “I’m not inexperienced in this business and I did my homework. By my calculations, I should have more repairs than I can handle.”

      Mack gestured with his beer can. “Leonard Bellamy?”

      Linc nodded. “Well, it’s not like you didn’t warn me.”

      Mack sat up straight, his eyes slightly narrowed. “Yeah, but I don’t think I knew Bellamy wields that much power in Cedar Cove.”

      “And Bremerton and all the surrounding areas, too, apparently. I couldn’t even guess what rumor he’s floating about me, but whatever it is, people in this community are buying it.”

      “I suppose that’s causing problems between you and Lori.”

      Linc glanced away, avoiding his brother-in-law’s eyes.

      Mack nudged him. “Are you telling me she doesn’t know?”

      “No one does.”

      “So Lori’s in the dark about all this?”

      “About almost everything.”

      Mack stared at him as if he found that hard to believe. “You’ve got to be kidding, man! This is your wife. I know if I held anything back from Mary Jo, she’d be furious. That, in case you’re interested, is a lesson I learned the hard way.”

      Linc gave him a brief smile. Being well-acquainted with his sister’s temper, he pitied Mack the wrath of Mary Jo.

      “The Bellamys are her family,” Linc said, defending his silence. “I’m only trying to protect her.”

      “Does she want to be protected?”

      “Isn’t that a husband’s responsibility?”

      Mack shook his head. “Not if it means keeping her ignorant of things she should know. And,” he added, “Bellamy might be her father but you’re her husband. You two are in this together—for better or worse. Remember?”

      Linc would think about that, but for now he was saying nothing to Lori. They finished their beers, chatting about the football season and the Seahawks’ chances. Mack tossed his empty can in the recycling bin, then slapped Linc on the back and strolled out the door.

      “Thanks for the beer,” Linc said, following him outside.

      “My pleasure.” He raised his hand in farewell, climbed into the truck cab and was off.

      Linc left work early and by the time he arrived home, Lori was already there. Just seeing her warm, loving smile dissolved the tension that had been with him all day—dissolved it for that night at least. Without a word she hurried across the room, slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him with enough enthusiasm to weaken his knees.

      “Was that for anything special?” he asked as he spread nibbling kisses down the side of her neck.

      “Yup. We’re celebrating.”

      “Hmm … celebrating what?”

      “The fact that it’s Monday.”

      Each and every Monday was special when he was with Lori. She’d changed his world, brought him joy, made him laugh. Before he’d met her, Linc had seen life as a series of obligations. He’d run the family auto repair business in Seattle with his two younger brothers. After their parents were killed in a car accident, Linc had assumed responsibility for holding the family together. He’d taken his role as the oldest seriously and was determined to keep his brothers and his sister safe, to maintain a cohesive unit. That hadn’t allowed time for anything frivolous like falling in love. Until he actually fell in love—with Lori—and his whole life went through a seismic shift.

      “I bought you a present today,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

      Shivers of awareness raced down his spine. They could barely afford groceries, let alone gifts. “Oh?”

      “Do you want to see it?”

      He released her and slowly walked away.

      “Linc, don’t you want to see what I got you?”

      “Lori, we’re in a bit of a … a financial bind at the moment. It would be best if you didn’t buy me anything for a while. I’m sorry, but I’d rather you didn’t make any unnecessary purchases. Okay?”

      She blinked, then nodded reluctantly. “Of course. I’ll take it back. I still have the receipt.”

      “Thank you.” He felt bad asking her to return the item. Whatever it was would be superfluous. He had everything he needed.

      “I’d like to show it to you first, though. Okay?”

      Linc agreed and sat in the recliner while Lori disappeared into the bedroom. His heart was heavy. He felt her disappointment but they couldn’t spend money indiscriminately, especially money they didn’t have.

      His wife reappeared dressed in a see-through chiffon piece of nothing. Linc’s mouth sagged open. “That’s … the gift you got me?” Her tempting body was all but revealed, and Linc swallowed hard. “I … I think we might find room in our budget for that.” He got the words out, but with some difficulty.

      “No, you’re right. I should know better than to buy—”

      “Lori,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m nearly broke. The business is failing. I don’t even know if I’ll last the month. I haven’t wanted to tell you, but I can’t hide it anymore.”

      She placed her hand over her mouth and stared at him, wide-eyed with shock.

      “I realize I was wrong to keep this from you, but I. have my reasons.”

      Lori continued to stare at him as if she didn’t know what to say.

      “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Leaning forward, he rubbed his hand across his face. “I’m so sorry.”

      She came to him then, climbing onto his lap and wrapping her arms around him. “I married you because I love you. I don’t need anything but you.”

      Linc buried his face in her neck and pulled her close. She lifted his head and he kissed her. Then she abruptly broke off the kiss, sliding off his lap and standing directly in front of him, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you ever do that to me again. Do you understand?”

      “Kiss you?” he asked in bewilderment.

      “Of course not! I’m talking about keeping the truth from me.” Whirling around, she went into their bedroom, returning a few minutes later, fully dressed. “Okay. What happened?” Her voice was brisk, all seductiveness gone.

      “Happened?”

      “To cause this financial shortfall. You’re …” She paused as though everything had started to come together in her mind. “My father.” She spoke in a low voice, then repeated the two words more loudly and with more conviction. “My father’s done something, hasn’t he?”

      Linc didn’t reply.

      “Hasn’t he?” she demanded again.

      “I … can’t say for sure, but it seems that way.”

      She began to pace, five steps in one direction, five in the other, making quick, precise turns.

      Linc found her movements almost hypnotic. “Now, Lori,” he began, “there’s no need to get upset. I have everything under control.”

      “That’s low, even for him.” Either she hadn’t heard a word he’d said or she recognized his statement for the lie it was. “This is going to change and it’s going to change right now.” She reached for her purse and yanked out her cell phone, punching a single button.

      “Lori,” he asked, “who are you phoning?”