Hazel stays in constant motion to avoid thinking about Davis. There’s always plenty to do at work to keep her mind occupied. During her free time, she practices yoga, walks endless miles around town, and deep cleans the apartment from top to bottom. The nights are the most difficult, long sleepless hours plagued by visions of things she might have done with Davis on Saturday night. She yearns to pretend nothing happened. But the fingertip size purple bruises on her butt cheeks and hips are a constant reminder something did.
She thinks a lot about Charles. She’s only lived with her shameful secret for a few days. He’s spent his life hiding his. How difficult it must have been for him to desire a normal life with a wife and children with his body constantly betraying him.
Hazel isn’t the only one out of sorts. Laney has been ill-tempered all week, vacillating between uncharacteristic snippiness and brooding silence. On Wednesday afternoon, Laney and Hazel are creating arrangements for the Vino Bistro opening when Hazel broaches the subject. “I can tell something’s bothering you. Anything you want to talk about?”
Laney snips a hydrangea stem at an angle and jams it into the oasis. “It’s Hugh. He’s three months behind on mortgage payments, and I haven’t seen a dime from him for child support.”
Hazel looks up from her work. “Can’t the judge make him pay?”
“Not if he doesn’t have the money. He claims he overextended himself by hiring high-powered attorneys to represent him for the assault charges.” She drops her clippers on the table. “He got what he paid for, I guess. Those attorneys kept him out of prison. It infuriates me that we’re legally separated, and he’s still controlling my life.”
“I’m sorry, Laney. Will you have to sell the house?”
“Yes! And I’ll be glad to get rid of it, honestly. There are too many terrible memories of Hugh in that house. Besides, selling it will make me financially independent. Which has always been my goal.”
“If you need to move into the apartment, I can find somewhere else to live.”
“I can’t ask you to do that. Besides, I already have a solution.” Laney spins the lazy Susan, inspecting her creation one last time. “A young couple down the street from me is looking for a bigger house for their expanding family. Their home is half the size of mine, but it has a small pool.”
Hazel smiles. “A house swap! How convenient.”
“Isn’t it? The girls are thrilled about the pool. We’re negotiating the deal. Fingers crossed,” Laney says as she rakes discarded stems and leaves from her workstation into the trash can. “What about you? How are you holding up?”
Hazel’s lips turn downward. “I’m hanging in there, taking it one day at a time.”
Laney retrieves the completed arrangements from the cooler and places them on the table. “That’s all you can do. Then you’ll wake up one morning, and your future will seem brighter.”
“You’re lucky. You have your girls and a boyfriend and your business. I have nothing to add to my pro column.”
“You will.” Laney stops what she’s doing and takes Hazel by the shoulders. “You’ve put your life on hold for years, waiting to have children. You have much to offer the world. You’ll discover your passion in time.”
Hazel swallows past the lump in her throat. “I don’t have much time left. I’m already thirty-eight years old.”
“Stop!” Laney says, shaking her a little. “Plenty of women reinvent themselves at our age. Be open to trying new things. You’ll know it when you find it. If I can do it, so can you.”
Hazel feels overwhelmed by all the changes in her life. “I wish I had your optimism.”
Laney places a soft hand on her cheek. “Give yourself a break, Hazel. It’s only been a few days. Selfishly, I want you to continue working here, but I don’t blame you for wanting to move on to bigger and better things. I’ll even help you. With your many talents, you’ll find that thing that fuels your fire.”
Sucking in an unsteady breath, Hazel throws her shoulders back and holds her head high. “You’re right. From now on, I’m going to explore all my options.”
“Thatta girl.” Laney drops her hand from Hazel’s cheek. “Now. We’d better get these flowers over to Love-Struck.”
They load up the back of Laney’s suburban, lock up the shop for the day, and head out of town. On the drive over, Laney says, “Say a prayer we get the Vino Bistro account.”
Hazel presses her hands together in prayer. “What would that entail?”
With eyes on the road, Laney explains, “Single stems for dining tables twice a week and a large arrangement for the entrance area. I count my blessings every day that the Love-Struck event planners haven’t cut me from their supplier list.”
“Why would they? You’re the most talented floral arranger in town. Not to mention you’re professional and reliable and the brides all love you.”
“And I’m Hugh’s soon-to-be ex-wife. He could insist they cut me off. I’ll go bankrupt without the vineyard’s wedding business.”
“You should branch out. Having all your eggs in one basket is risky.” Hazel pauses a beat. “There are plenty of potential clients in town we could solicit.”
“We’re stretched thin as it is. You and I can barely manage the business we already have.” Laney turns off the highway and passes between the vineyard’s stone columns. “But you might be right. I’ve been thinking of hiring a part-time assistant anyway. To keep the shop open on Saturdays while we’re preparing for weddings.”
“That makes sense. I doubt it would be that hard to find someone.”
They arrive at the bistro to find Casey scurrying about, attending to last-minute details before the event.
“These are amazing,” Casey says when she sees the arrangements. “This was supposed to be a small affair, but it’s turned into a huge event. And I can’t complain. I’m thrilled the locals are so enthusiastic about the bistro. I hope you two are planning to attend.”
Laney’s cheeks pinken. “You’re sweet, but I’m not sure we’d be welcome.”
“Of course, you’re welcome. I’m inviting you.” Casey pulls them out of the stream of traffic of workers hustling about. “Divorced or not, you are still members of this family. Maybe I’m naïve, but I think we can all get along if we try. Besides, it would mean a lot to Daniel if you came.”
Laney’s brow shoots up. “I sincerely doubt that. Daniel doesn’t give two red cents about us.” She glances at Hazel. “At least not about me.”
“That’s not true.” Casey says. “Daniel’s changed. His stroke, a near-death experience, has enabled him to see his life from a different perspective. He just wants everyone to be happy. What do you say? There will be plenty of food and wine.”
“I’m sure the girls will have homework.” Laney shoulder-bumps Hazel. “What do you think? Should we come for a little while?”
Hazel shrugs. “Why not?” She has nothing better to do than hang out in her apartment with empty memories from her night with Davis.
“Thank you both! This really means a lot to me.” Casey starts off and turns back around. “By the way, Laney, can we talk about a permanent arrangement? I’d like you to provide biweekly bouquets for the bistro, tasting room, and winery. Flowers add a soft touch. I want our guests to feel welcome.”
Laney beams. “Absolutely! I’ll call you tomorrow, and we’ll work out the details.”
Hazel leans into her. “See! I knew you’d get the account.” She’s genuinely happy for her friend. How cool would it be to run her own business?
* * *
Hazel flips through the tired hanging clothes in her closet. She regrets accepting Casey’s invitation to the opening. Exhausted from sleepless nights, she longs to order a pizza and watch a movie. But remembering what Laney said about trying new things, she puts on her favorite navy linen dress, styles her honey-colored hair in a loose updo, and touches up her makeup.
Why not? She thinks as she smears clear gloss on her lips. Beats staying at home alone with my demons.
Ten minutes later, she’s waiting in the alley behind the building when Laney swings by to pick her up. Hazel studies Laney on the drive over. She appears much younger than her forty years, with layered auburn locks sweeping her shoulders and a splattering of freckles across her nose. Laney, aside from being stressed about her finances, seems happy with her new life. Hazel hopes she, too, will be in a better place in six months’ time.
Casey, stunning in a coral jumpsuit that clings to her slim figure, is the first to greet them when they arrive. “I’m so glad you came! There is food everywhere.” She sweeps an arm at the banquet tables set up on the terrace. “Appetizer stations and samples of our entrees and desserts. And Bruce is pouring our new Brut Blanc de Blancs. You must try it. I can’t wait to hear what you think.”
Laney’s blue eyes travel the terrace, her expression softening when she finds Bruce. Is it possible Hazel will one day find love again?
Casey excuses herself to check on something in the kitchen. She’s no sooner disappeared inside when Daniel approaches them, embracing each of his daughters-in-law. Hazel hasn’t seen him since the stroke. She didn’t expect him to look so tan and fit. Instead of aging him, his snow-white hair makes him appear more distinguished.
“It’s wonderful to see you both. I feel sorry for Hugh and Charles. They are losing their better halves. I will always consider you two part of the family. You’re welcome at Love-Struck anytime.”
Laney mutters a thank you, but Hazel, unable to speak past the lump in her throat, merely nods.
“Enjoy your evening,” Daniel says, turning away from them.
Laney and Hazel stare at his retreating back with mouths agape. “Did I hear him correctly?” Hazel asks when she recovers her voice.
Laney nods. “I’ve never known Daniel Love to say such kind words. The stroke must have positively affected the part of his brain that experiences emotion.” She lowers her voice. “Do you see Hugh anywhere?”
Hazel scans the crowd. “Not on the terrace. Maybe he’s inside.”
“With any luck, he won’t show up at all. I’m going to get some wine. Do you want some?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
When Laney leaves, Hazel makes her way to the edge of the terrace. While she recognizes several faces, she doesn’t know any of the people well enough to strike up a conversation. When she notices Charles in the crowd, she looks around for somewhere to hide. But it’s too late. He’s seen her and is already heading her way.
“It’s great to see you, Hazel. I’m glad you came,” he says, kissing her cheek.
Hazel offers him a tentative smile. “Casey invited Laney and me. You guys have really outdone yourselves. The bistro is amazing.”
Charles hangs his head. “I can’t take any credit. I don’t work here anymore. I resigned.”
Hazel’s blue eyes go wide. “What? Why?”
“Dad is appointing one of us his successor. He’s having a competition to determine the best fit for the job. Since I don’t stand a chance, I bowed out gracefully.” He relaxes as the tension leaves his body. “I’m fine with it, honestly. I wasn’t happy here. I only stayed because I felt obligated to Dad. He made the decision easy when he announced he’s only promoting one of us.”
“That’s a bold move, Charles. What are you doing now?”
“Trying to find myself. At age thirty-eight, it’s about time, don’t you think?” He smiles softly at her. “I wish I had my best friend to help me.”
His best friend? Does he mean her? For the second time tonight, she’s rendered speechless.
“I’m talking about you, Hazel,” he says with a twinkle in his pale olive eyes she hasn’t seen in years. “I miss our friendship.”
“But what about Stuart?”
“Stuart has chosen to stay with his family. They are moving to Nashville for a fresh start. My relationship with Stuart was volatile. We were never friends. Not like you and I are friends.”
In a soft voice, Hazel says, “I miss our friendship too, Charles.”
“Will you have lunch with me tomorrow? I’m considering a business venture, and I would value your opinion.”
Hazel experiences a flutter of hope in her chest. Is it possible their friendship will survive the divorce? “I’ll be swamped at work for the next few days with several parties in town and a wedding here on Saturday. How about Sunday?”
“Sunday would be even better. I have something I’d like to show you after lunch. I’ll text you the time and place.”
“Sounds good,” Hazel says, relieved she now has plans for her long day off on Sunday.
An awkward silence settles over them, and Hazel excuses herself to use the restroom. When she emerges from the bathroom, Davis is waiting for her.
“Hey there, gorgeous.” He props himself against the wall, preventing her from going past him. “I had a good time with you on Saturday night. Maybe we can do it again later.” He thumbs her chin. “After the party.”
“Don’t touch me,” she says, swatting his hand away. “I rarely drink, and I had three glasses of wine that night. I remember nothing after we left the Blue Saloon.”
Davis pushes himself off the wall. “Really? That’s a shame, because you seemed to enjoy yourself.”
Hazel’s face burns. “I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps around, Davis. I’d appreciate it if you’d keep this between us,” she says and hurries away.
Tears blur her vision, and she stares at the ground as she returns to the terrace. She’s not watching where she’s going when she collides with Sheldon. He takes her by the arms to steady her. Noticing her wet eyes, he pulls her to his chest. “There now. Don’t cry.”
“I’m fine.” She pushes away from him to find Ollie watching her. The sight of the baby in her arms brings on more tears. “I’m sorry. I’m not myself tonight.”
Ollie places her free hand on Hazel’s shoulder. “Of course, you’re not. You’re going through a tough time right now. Let’s sit down while you pull yourself together.”
Sheldon hands Hazel a red bandana, and she presses it to her eyes as he leads her to a grouping of vacant chairs.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Ollie asks.
Hazel spots Davis standing close to Ruthie with a possessive hand on the small of her back. What a sleazeball. They’re clearly here together, yet he was hitting on Hazel seconds ago outside the bathroom. She’d let her guard down on Saturday night by allowing herself to be attracted to his good looks and charm. But that mistake in her most vulnerable moment is not the end of the world.
Hazel shifts her gaze back to Ollie. “I’m okay. Really. I just had a weak moment.” She looks down at the baby. “He’s beautiful. I’m sorry I haven’t been to visit him. Charles said we shouldn’t disturb you. Can I hold him?”
“Of course,” Ollie says, and gently places the sleeping baby in her arms.
Hazel lets out a contented sigh as she settles back in her chair. “How do you get anything done?”
Ollie laughs. “It’s not easy. All I want to do is sit and hold him. Do you mind if I grab a plate of food real quick?”
Hazel gives her a dreamy smile. “By all means. Take your time. Take all night.”
Ollie chuckles and Sheldon asks, “Can we get you anything?”
“No thanks. I’ll wait until after you two eat.”
When Ollie and Sheldon leave for the food tables, Hazel brings the baby’s downy head to her nose, breathing in his sweet scent. He’s so peaceful, so innocent, so pure. She’s not a worldly woman, has never been ambitious. Since the time she was a little girl, all she’s ever wanted is to be a mother. Laney’s wrong. She doesn’t need to reinvent herself. Her maternal instincts are the most fundamental part of her. She knows exactly what she wants from life. She’ll get a baby. Or die trying.