a deep breath. Anger wouldn’t solve anything.
As she led them toward the front door, Kate remembered the candles in the middle of the romantic table she’d set earlier. She darted into the house ahead of the two and blew out the candles, slinging droplets of hot wax on her hands.
Kate chucked the candles across the room between the refrigerator and the trash can, before they entered the house. She blew on her hands and walked back into the living room hoping they hadn’t seen anything. “Want a cookie?” Kate lifted the plate from the coffee table and held it out in front of them.
“No thanks,” Trevor said, waving his hand in front of the plate. “I’m not too hungry right now.”
“Oh, are these premade?” Victoria said. “They’re perfectly round.”
“Uh huh.” So much for the idea of winning Trevor over with fresh-baked cookies. Kate’s plans were deflating as fast as her heart.
Victoria picked one up with two fingers and held it in front of her, turning the cookie. She squinted her eyes as she combed over the treat. “I like homemade better,” she added.
Kate glanced back and forth between Trevor and Victoria. Was he getting this? They’d talked about women like this before.
Trevor moved around the room with his back to her. Obviously not.
“Cute little place,” Trevor reached over and rubbed a doily on the lampshade between his fingers. “Will was right, it’s very…pink.” He turned around and looked at her. “I appreciate you helping me out with the newspaper. I told the Wintervale publisher I’d have someone in that position to take your place permanently in the fall. I knew you’d do a great job reviving it in the meantime.”
“No problem.” Kate would do anything for Trevor. If Victoria weren’t around, she’d drop to her knees and beg to take him back to Chicago where they could live happily ever after.
Was the dream of Trevor coming back to Chicago with her dying right in front of her? They could sit by the river in the summer, eat hotdogs, and walk along the Magnificent Mile when the Christmas shopping commenced.
“We can’t stay long,” Trevor said. “I just wanted to come by and say hello. We can meet at one of the restaurants in town soon and catch up.”
“That’d be great.” Kate eyed Victoria, wondering if she would be in tow. “How’s Durango?” Kate asked.
“Great. It’s good to be back home. Of course I miss a few things about Chicago, but there’s nothing like being close to nature.”
“We went on a seven-mile hike yesterday,” Victoria added. “I love to hike, but Trevor here is obsessed.” They looked at each other and giggled.
Kate laughed with them, but didn’t like being excluded from their little joke.
There had to be something Trevor disliked about this woman. Kate determined to win back her man.
***
“Have the doctors given you a timeframe?” Will asked. His stomach twisted into a knot.
“No,” Emma said, sipping her tea. “They said it wouldn’t be long though.”
Will glanced down at the table, looked back up at Emma, and asked, “So, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, hon. No sense fretting over what’s to come.” Emma flipped her hand up in the air as if her life-threatening tumor was no big deal.
He pushed his full cup of coffee away from him. “I put my phone number on your board by the phone. I also want you to carry one of my cards with you. If you need something during the day, call me. I’ll grab a few things from home and stay nights.”
“No need for that—“
“No argument,” he lifted his hand up. “I’ll be here.”
Emma’s friendship with his mother spanned their entire lives. Will was all she had left now. Her husband passed away a few months ago, and she’d taken to riding her horse almost every day, until the onset of her crippling headaches.
“I’ll tend to the cattle this week,” he said. Emma took pride in handling ranch life on her own. He didn’t want her to feel