course.”
“And I’m telling Dad, too.”
“If that’s what you want, go ahead.” Bethanne had no objection to Grant’s knowing her plans but she felt no obligation to tell him herself.
They spoke for a few more minutes and then Bethanne replaced the phone. Resting her head on the pillow, she closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.
This would be a fascinating trip across the country now that both her ex-mother-in-law and her daughter were coming…. Well, interesting at any rate. Bethanne drifted off as she began to make mental lists of the clothes she needed to pack and the people she needed to call.
Saturday morning she woke later than usual. Although it was a holiday weekend, she had a hundred things to take care of at work if they were going to head out early Wednesday morning.
After showering and dressing, she set off for the office. She’d wait until after ten to call Ruth regarding Annie.
While she was driving in Seattle traffic, her cell phone rang. The readout on her dashboard showed Ruth’s name and number.
Bethanne pushed a button on her steering wheel to answer the phone, and Ruth’s voice came through.
“Bethanne, where are you?”
“I’m in my car. What can I do for you, Ruth?”
“Would it be too much trouble to stop by the house this morning sometime … soon? I really hate to bother you.”
“It’s no bother. I’ll leave now.”
“How long will that take you?”
“Oh, about ten minutes, fifteen at the most. Is everything all right?”
“Yes, I … think so.” Her voice wavered slightly, indicating that everything wasn’t all right.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you,” Ruth whispered gratefully.
When Bethanne pulled up to the Hamlin family home, she saw two cars in the driveway. The first belonged to Grant, and the second she guessed was Robin’s. Brother and sister were double-teaming their mother. The poor woman needed backup.
Bethanne rang the doorbell, then let herself into the house. “Hello, anyone home?” she called out.
Ruth appeared immediately, and the relief that spread over her features the instant she saw Bethanne was almost comical. The older woman rushed across the room to grab Bethanne’s elbow. “Thank goodness you’re here,” she whispered.
“Bethanne,” Robin said in the tone she probably used to intimidate witnesses in the courtroom. “Tell me you aren’t serious about driving cross-country on some ludicrous scheme of my mother’s.”
At one time Robin might have intimidated her, too, but no longer. With a cool smile, Bethanne faced her. “Personally, I don’t think attending a fifty-year class reunion is all that ludicrous.”
Grant stood by the fireplace and seemed content to let his sister do the talking.
Robin didn’t give up. “You two don’t have a clue what you could be getting yourselves into. It isn’t safe out there. You’re both much too trusting. I simply can’t allow my mother—”
“I didn’t ask your permission,” Ruth told her daughter stiffly. She raised her chin to signal that she wouldn’t be browbeaten, nor would she change her mind. Robin could disapprove all she liked.
“Mother, for once be sensible.”
“Sensible?” Ruth repeated. “I’ve been nothing but sensible. It’s my life, and at sixty-eight I should be able to do what I want, when I want. If I choose to drive to Florida, then I will.”
“And I’m accompanying her.” Now might not be the best time to mention that Annie was tagging along, so she held back that information. “You don’t have a thing to worry about. We’ll be fine.”
Robin looked up at the ceiling as though her patience had reached its limit. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Then, turning to Grant, she added, “A little help from you certainly wouldn’t hurt.”
“I figured you were doing well enough without me,” he said, grinning at Bethanne and his mother.
Ruth and Bethanne stood side by side, with their arms linked.
Ruth looked at her children. “Really, there’s no reason to worry. I have the route planned out, I joined AAA and I’ve made hotel reservations. I’ve rented a car, which I’m dropping off in Florida, and we’re flying back. I’m sure I’ve thought of everything.”
“Do you have a list of your medications?”
Ruth frowned. “I take one blood-pressure pill and that’s it—oh, and I have eyedrops. It isn’t like I need a permission slip from my physician to travel. You’re grasping at straws. Furthermore, you’re treating me like a child. I can take care of myself.”
“The roads aren’t safe,” Robin insisted, “especially for two women traveling alone.”
Again Ruth frowned. “If someone does kidnap and murder me, as you seem to expect, you can rest assured that I died happy.”
“Oh, honestly, Mother.”
“What about Bethanne?” Grant asked. “If she’s kidnapped and murdered, how would you feel then?”
“I’ve had three karate lessons,” Ruth said facetiously. “I’ll defend her.”
Grant burst out laughing. Robin, however, didn’t seem to find anything her mother said the least bit amusing.
“Fine.” Robin pointed an accusing finger at Bethanne. “Just know that if anything happens to my mother because you were foolish enough to fall in with this crazy scheme of hers, I’m holding you directly responsible.”
Bethanne tightened her hold on Ruth’s arm. “I accept full responsibility for your mother.”
“No, you don’t,” Ruth protested. “I’m responsible for myself. Besides, if anything did happen, it would be just like my daughter to file a lawsuit against you.”
“No, she won’t,” Grant said, glaring across the room at his sister.
“Don’t count on it,” Robin said, glaring right back. She crossed her arms as if waiting for them to capitulate. In that case, Bethanne hoped Robin was a patient woman because she had no intention of backing down. And she was sure Ruth wouldn’t, either.
After a tense moment, Robin dropped her arms. “Okay, fine. Risk your life. Grant, if you weren’t going to support me in this, you should never have come.”
“Actually, I think I should be the one to drive them,” he said.
“No way.” If Ruth agreed to that, Bethanne was counting herself out right then and there. She wanted to get away, reflect, consider the possibility of a future with Grant. She could only do that if he wasn’t trying to influence her. Having him along was out of the question.
Ruth looked from one to the other. “You’d do that, son?”
“I’d need to make arrangements with the office and I might have to change the dates, but if this is important to you, Mom, I’d make it work.”
“Then you won’t need me,” Bethanne said, starting to withdraw her arm from Ruth’s.
Her mother-in-law held her tight. “Check that computer phone thing you always have with you,” Ruth said. “Tell me when you’d be free for two entire weeks to drive me all the way across the country.”
Grant took out his iPhone and scrolled down the screen. “Like I said, I’d need to make a few phone calls, rearrange some