Mags took a sip of the burning coffee. "What message?"
"Melody's pregnant."
The effect of the words was instant. Mags slumped back down on the sofa next to Lisa. "Wow."
"Yes, wow."
After a few seconds Mags turned to face her. "Okay, so that's not entirely a shocker. But how does this affect you and Adam?"
"I told him about Melody and Joe and he called me on it."
Mags shook her head. "Called you on what?"
Lisa sagged her head back. "Apparently when I told him, I referred to Joe as my fiancé – instead of my ex. He implied I might still be hung up on him."
Mags screwed up her nose. "But you're not. You're definitely not." She hesitated and looked at Lisa again, "Are you?"
Lisa batted her with her free hand. "Of course not. Not for a second. But now, Adam's doubting me."
Mags looked at her carefully. "And are you doubting yourself? How do you feel about Melody being pregnant?"
Lisa leaned forward and took a deep breath. "I guess I always expected it. It just kind of took the wind from my sails. I haven't heard her voice in so long and she was asking me to get back in touch. Saying that she wants my mom and dad to be happy to be grandparents."
"And do you?"
"Of course I do. I just hate that everything has happened this way."
Mags reached over and grabbed the brown paper bag on her lap, pulling out a pastry and having a bite.
"Okay, so you've convinced me." She raised her eyebrows, "But how are you going to convince Adam?"
Lisa shook her head. "That's just it. I have absolutely no idea."
Mags blew out a deep breath. "Well, in that case, we have a problem."
*
Adam was feeling irritated. He'd spotted that reporter again and was quite sure the guy was still trying to place him. Marietta had been good for him. He didn't want anything to wreck it. He was still a newbie around here – still forming new friendships and working relationships. He didn't want his previous ‘millionaire' status to affect those.
More importantly, he didn't want it to affect his blossoming relationship with Lisa.
He was pacing up and down the medical ward, waiting to speak to a patient's relatives. What he really wanted to do was get a chance to sit down and talk to Lisa again.
He hated the thoughts that had swung around his head when she'd mentioned her business and money. It was ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. Lisa had no idea about his past.
Turned out his ex had done more of a number on him than he'd expected. But he couldn't let that effect how things turned out with Lisa.
He'd never met anyone like her – and there was so much to like. From her dirty laugh to her commitment to pleasing her clients – not to mention her devotion to volunteering.
Only thing was, was Lisa as interested in him as he was in her?
Maybe it was nothing, but her use of words in the diner yesterday had made him antsy. That's why he'd called her on it straight away. He didn't want to be her stopgap – her rebound guy. If that was what she was looking for he'd rather not be anything.
But he was hoping against hope that wasn't what she really thought.
He heard a murmur of voices and looked up.
Lisa, staring straight at him, with her arm around Alice, the little girl with leukaemia. Of course. Alice had turned a corner in the last few days. Her blood work had improved and she didn't need to be kept isolated. Lisa must be making good on her promise.
Something twisted inside him and his feet started moving before his brain kicked into gear.
"Hey," he said as her pale blue eyes fixated on him. Great line. He hadn't called. He hadn't spoken to her in three days. Not because he didn't want to. Just because for some reason he couldn't. His fingers had hovered over the phone on countless occasions. He'd even pressed in the first few digits of her number. And now, standing in front of her, he couldn't think of a single reason why he hadn't pressed the last few numbers. Lisa seemed to have that affect on him.
"Hey," she replied cautiously. She pulled Alice a little closer towards her and tilted her head to one side and raised her eyebrows. "You don't write, you don't call." She lifted up her other hand and shrugged her shoulders.
She was calling him on his behavior. Just like he had her the other day. Lisa Renee was good. She was drawing her line firmly in the sand.
It was time to for him to play his hand.
"Are you going somewhere with Alice?"
She nodded. "And Faye. I'm taking them both for a little dressing up game today."
"How about some medical supervision?" He hesitated, trying not to make his words sound like a plea, "Just to make sure everyone is safe."
She didn't even flicker. Just bent down in line with Alice and smiled at her. "Whaddaya say, Alice? Should we let Dr. Brady come with Faye and us?"
Alice looked up with her smiling eyes. "Only if he buys candy."
Relief was sweeping over him. "How about some chocolates from Sage's?"
Alice nodded happily.
He glanced back towards Lisa. "Can you give me five minutes while you pick up Faye? I need to talk to some relatives."
He could tell for a second she was contemplating saying no. But the talking to relatives line was a hard one to say no to. Even if she wanted to.
Two hours later Adam was lost in a world of white froth and sparkling tiaras. When Lisa said the little girls could try any dress in her shop she literally meant it. And both little girls had fully embraced the concept.
The best thing about it was the way Lisa adapted. She steered little Alice, whose skin was whiter than white due to her condition, into dresses of cream and ivory – even one with pink bows and took snaps of her in every one. Faye seemed to have an obsession with shoes and managed to hike up whatever dress she was wearing at the time in order to try every single pair of shoes in the salon on with it. And Lisa had the patience of a saint. She rehung dress after dress.
He stood behind her as she watched the girls start on the bridesmaid dresses, swishing their skirts from side to side. All day long she'd been happy, but now she looked serious.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Is it the wedding?" He looked around at all the stock in the shop. He might not know anything about wedding dresses or bridesmaid dresses but he hadn't seen one yet that wasn't beautiful. He frowned. "Just how bad can the bridesmaid dresses be?"
She bit her lip and walked over to the door of the stockroom, pulling out two dresses covered in plastic.
He shrugged. They were a strange kind of color – one he couldn't really categorize but apart from that they looked like every other dress, satin with sparkles. He shook his head. "I don't get it. What's the big deal? How can these dresses ruin your business?"
Her face crumpled. "That's just it. I don't know." She held out her hands. "Anyone who has ever come here – shopped here – I've always been confident that they've walked out of here with the best dress possible for them." She pressed her hand against her chest. "I've been sure, absolutely sure, in here."
He stepped closer. "And this time you're not?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm not. I've worked hard for this business. I love Married in Marietta. This is what I want to do." She looked around her little salon. "This is where I want to be."
He looked around. This shop was just so Lisa. From the chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, to the velvet and brocade-covered chairs, to the ornate free-standing mirror and old-fashioned cash register on the counter top.
"But who do you want to be with?" he asked softly. His hand rested at the bottom of her spine and she turned towards him.
"Why do you even need to ask that?" Her pale blue eyes fixed on his. For a few seconds he forgot about the children in the room. For a few moments the only person he could think about was her.
Lisa wasn't anything like his ex. And he could only hope he was nothing like hers. Somehow he needed to hear her say the words out loud. Everything about the way she was looking at him now told him she didn't have a single doubt about whom she wanted to be with.
There was an edge to her voice now, even though she kept it low. "Do you think I invite everyone into my home – into my bed? Hardly anyone in Marietta knows what really happened between Joe and my sister, but I told you Adam, you. Why do you think I did that?"