back home without him and he wouldn’t miss work to attend the funeral of someone he’d never met. Tim wasn’t interested in seeing where she came from, no matter how hard Tess tried to convince him. How could she love a man like that? The signs were there, but she’d been oblivious to them day after day.
“It’ll work itself out.” Years might have passed, but Cole could still read her emotions.
“I hate it when you do that. I was never able to put anything past you.” Tess faced her old friend. “I truly am sorry.”
Cole turned her toward the porch stairs, placing his hands on her shoulders, and gave her a push.
“It’s not me you have to apologize to.”
Tess sighed and hesitantly clambered up the porch stairs and entered the house. Rustic log walls reached up toward a bevy of skylights in the Langtrys’ great room. Hand-hewn wood beams led to a large open loft. Intricate beaded artwork from the Native American Kickapoo tribe decorated the far wall leading to the kitchen. Plush, cognac leather sofas formed a horseshoe before a monumental, floor-to-ceiling river-rock fireplace.
The house was indulgent, yet it swathed you in warmth and comfort the moment you stepped within its depths. Tess headed for the dining room, stopping when she overheard her mother and Kay’s voices.
“I’m so glad Tess is still coming to the wedding,” Kay, her mother’s best friend, said from beyond the kitchen wall. “It hurts me to think of her staying in New York by herself.”
“It hasn’t been easy for her” came Maggie’s reply. “She still has her roommate, but I think that relationship’s a little strained since Tess was laid off.”
“This vacation will do her some good,” Kay said. “Maybe she’ll move home. You can set those in the other room to cool. I’m afraid we’ve run out of counter space in here.”
Maggie placed a tray of honey-drizzled croissants on the dining table a few yards away from Tess, who flattened herself against a large sideboard, almost gouging her ribs on a deer antler lamp in the process. Her mother would tan her hide if she caught her eavesdropping. A ravenous belly grumble almost betrayed her location. Maggie turned and walked into the kitchen as Tess let out a sigh of relief.
“Shh,” Tess whispered. She placed a hand to her abdomen and tried to concentrate on the conversation, not the sweet aroma that beckoned her.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when the screen door creaked behind her. Cole stood in the doorway, the light behind him shadowing his face.
“Lose your way?” Cole placed his hat on the hat rack beside the door.
Tess crept closer to the kitchen to hear more, motioning to him to keep quiet.
“Tess, it’s so wonderful to see you!” Cole bellowed. A wide grin spread across his face when he sauntered into the room and grabbed a croissant from the table. Admiring the flaky crust, he broke off a piece and motioned for her to taste it. “These are amazing. Try this before it cools off much more.”
Tess shot him a look that would have killed most men on the spot. How dare he give her away! Even worse, he was distracting her with food. Unable to resist a moment longer, she reached for one of her own.
“Here.” Cole offered her the other half.
Tess opened her mouth and took the piece from him, almost nipping his fingers.
“Holy hot!” She danced around the dining room, Cole chortling at her pain. “You set me up, you idiot!”
“I thought you were going to take it from me.” Cole laughed. “Not bite it right out of my hand.”
Maggie and Kay emerged from the kitchen in time to see Tess fanning her face. Caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, Tess fumbled for an excuse to explain her silent entrance into the house.
“Look who’s calling who an idiot.” Cole jumped up and down flailing his arms, mocking Tess.
“Colburn Joseph Langtry!” Kay threatened. “Put a cork in your pistol.”
“Oh—” Tess giggled. “You’re in trouble.”
“Tessa May Dalton,” Maggie howled. “How old are you? Two?”
“Ha-ha!” Cole shouted.
Kay snapped a towel at him, hitting his elbow with a resounding thwack. He held his arm like a wounded child while Tess did her best not to burst out laughing. Nope, life in Ramblewood hadn’t changed. At least Cole’s antics eased the tension in a potentially strained greeting.
Maggie rushed over and gave her daughter a body-engulfing hug, then held Tess at arm’s length to get a better look. Pleased, she drew her in for another clinch.
“We weren’t expecting you until tonight,” Maggie squealed. “You should have called.”
“I took the chance of waiting on standby and got an earlier flight,” Tess said. “I hate flying later in the day. It’s a waste of valuable hours.”
She turned to Cole’s mother, who was standing next to her son. “Hello, Kay. How are you?”
Maggie released her daughter as Kay enveloped Tess in a warm embrace.
“Were your ears burning?” Kay asked. “We were talking about you this very minute. My, it sure has been a long time.”
Tess knew a subtle reprimand when she heard one. “I’m so sorry for your loss and I sincerely apologize for not being here.”
“I’m sure you had your reasons, dear.” Kay was polite, but the underlying criticism was clear. “When you’re settled, I need your expertise.”
“Mom,” Cole warned. “What are you up to?”
“Go make yourself useful and check the humidistat in the wine cellar,” Kay said. “It felt too damp down there this morning.”
Cole’s booted feet stomped loudly out of the room. What was his issue? Tess wondered. Maggie wet her fingertip and tried to smooth Tess’s hair from her face.
“Eww, Mom, stop! I’m aware it looks bad.” Before the day was through, Tess needed to do something with her hair. Once her mom started in with the spit styling, she knew she was long overdue for a trim.
“It’s nice to see you and Cole made some progress with this mysterious rift between you two,” Kay said, once Cole was out of earshot.
“Rift? There’s no rift.” Tess wasn’t surprised to hear Kay didn’t know why she and Cole were no longer together. How did a son explain to his mother that his libido had ruined a relationship? “What do you need my expertise on?”
“I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to marketing a hippotherapy facility. Since you’re here, I’d like to hire you to get us headed in the right direction and really showcase Dance of Hope.”
“But I thought that was on hold. Mom told me Shane and Chase are blocking the project from going further.”
“Eh!” Kay dismissed the thought. “They’ll come to their senses soon enough. I don’t want to waste any more time.”
“I’m not sure I can help.” Working so close to Cole would completely negate the peace and relaxation she’d anticipated for this trip. “I’ll be here for a few short weeks, and then I’m heading home.”
“Tess, outside.” Annoyance registered on Maggie’s face.
“Uh, okay, I—”
“Tessa May!”
Use of her full name twice in one day meant her mom was serious even though Tess wasn’t sure what she’d done wrong.
“Kay is offering you a paying job and you’re second-guessing her?” Maggie chastised her daughter on the porch. “After the crap you pulled