Chef's Delight (Stories of Serendipity) (16 page)

“Give her a little time.  She’s really stressed about this Open House business.  After it’s over, worm your way in.”

Connor sighed.  It wasn’t much of an answer, but he would take what he could get.  “Thanks, Kathy.”  He finished his beer and stood to throw it in the trash.  “You’re going over there Saturday?”  Kathy nodded.  “Tell her I wish her the best.”  Kathy nodded again, and stood to go back to her paperwork.

Jessie was relieved to awake to a beautiful day on Saturday.  It was warm, but it was also June, and she shouldn’t expect any less.  At least it wasn’t raining, or too darn hot. 

After milking the goats, and separating out the tamer ones for petting, and letting the babies loose in the pen near the house, she went inside to shower and dress for guests.  She sent a rare prayer heavenward for a good turn out, and then put on her happy face.

Kathy showed up with an SUV full of food, and started arranging it in the living room and kitchen.  Summer showed up to help her, and Alyssa brought her kids to man the petting zoo. 

Soon, the first guests started showing up, ooohing and aaahing over the appetizers, sampling the cheeses, and watching their kids run around with the goats.  Jessie pulled the ice cream out of the freezer, and Summer started dishing up cones for the guests. 

More guests showed, and Jessie mingled with them, cheerfully answering questions about her dairy, and visiting with them.  She showed off her herb garden, giving helpful tips on cultivation.  She introduced the goats themselves by name, and to their credit, they charmed the guests with their antics.

At one point in the afternoon, Jessie felt a pair of eyes on the back of her neck.  Turning, from a conversation about raw milk versus pasteurized, she noticed a man staring at her with a satisfied smirk on his face.  Excusing herself, she walked over to him.  He was tall and thin, almost alarmingly so.  He reminded Jessie of a scarecrow.  He was wearing rumpled slacks, and an equally rumpled short-sleeved dress shirt.  His smirk widened into a smile that showed the yellowing teeth of a heavy smoker.

Jessie extended a hand, "Jessie Stillwell.  Are you enjoying yourself?"

The man responded with a sweaty, limp shake.  "Very much so.  This is quite a place you have here, Ms Stillwell."

She looked at him questioningly, until he began patting his pockets.  "Oh, I'm Jason Freemon, Private Investigator.  I was in Serendipity on an assignment, and thought I would check out the place.  Nice.  I like it."

Feeling decidedly uncomfortable in this man's presence, Jessie awkwardly gestured towards the table of food.  "Help yourself to anything you want.  The band should be here any minute."  She pointedly looked at her watch.  "If you'll excuse me, please."  He nodded, and she left to mingle some more with other guests, deciding to put the strange private investigator out of her mind.  If he was looking for dirt on her, there wasn't anything she could do to keep him from finding it.  All he'd have to do was ask the right people, and somebody would tell him about her father.

Idly, she wondered if Judge Foster was behind it.  Shaking her head, she walked out to the kids' pen, and watched the children frolicking with the baby goats, all of them enjoying themselves beyond measure.

Jessie didn’t notice when the band set up and started playing, but she did notice suddenly there were people everywhere.  Whiskey Myers was a local band, who had signed a deal in Nashville, on their way to making it big.  They had a large following, and were a huge draw.  She didn’t know what favors Summer called in, but they were a massive hit.  The people who came to watch the band, stayed to sample the food.

Everybody who came, bought something before they left, and by the end of the day, Jessie was exhausted, but happy.  The event had been a success.  So successful, in fact, she thought she might be able to do it regularly.  Maybe four times a year.  Or maybe even monthly.

When the last customer had left, Summer brought out a chilled bottle of wine.  “I had to hide this one, or we wouldn’t have anything to celebrate with.”

Alyssa brought out the glasses.  “Here, here.  I’m glad you hid it.  This was amazing Jessie.  Better than I expected.”

“Yeah, me too.”  Jessie was overwhelmed at her friends’ support.  “I couldn’t have pulled this off without you guys.”

Kathy had been quiet, up until now.  “Don’t forget Connor.  He made all the food.”

Although Jessie’s jubilation wasn’t totally squashed, it did come down a notch.  “And Connor’s help.  This was all his idea.” 

Alyssa, not having been told of Connor’s secret, couldn’t seem to help herself.  “What happened between you two?  I thought you really liked him, Jessie?”

“I do. I did.  He lied to me about his daughter.”

Alyssa gasped.  “He has a daughter?  And he told you he didn’t have one?”

“No.  Not exactly.  He just never told me about her.”  Jessie said quietly.

Alyssa didn’t respond for a minute, weighing her words carefully.  Jessie thought she knew what she was going to say.

“Having kids is difficult when you’re single.  It’s not something you necessarily bring into the first conversation you have with a potential…partner.  You have to wait to make sure the time’s right.  It’s really difficult.”  She paused.  “I’m just playing devil’s advocate here.  Kids make things complicated, especially with divorced parents.  There may be more to it than you realize.”  Alyssa had been a single mom, raising two kids when she met Dalton.

Kathy chimed in.  “He told me he was trying to protect you from his ex-wife.”  She looked at Jessie guiltily.

“You’ve been talking to him about me?”  Jessie was aghast at her friend’s treachery.  As if Connor’s wasn’t enough.

“No.  He cornered me day before yesterday.  He’s not doing too good, Jessie.”

“I don’t care.  I’m not doing too well, either.”  Feeling overwhelmed, tears threatened to defeat the resolve she had been cultivating.  She wasn’t sure if she was tired from lack of sleep, or the events of the day, or if the feeling of her friends ganging up on her were pushing her over the edge.

Summer piped up.  “We know, honey.  We’re just here to help.  We could see you guys had a good thing going, and we hate to see a misunderstanding mess y’all up.  But we’re here for you.  Whatever you do, we support you, Jessie.”  She leaned over and hugged Jessie.

“Thanks.  I guess I’m just overwhelmed.  I’m not thinking straight.  I’m so glad today’s over.  I’ll deal with Connor later.”  She hugged each of her friends in turn.

They spent the rest of the evening discussing the day, which of the guests seemed like they would turn into regular customers, and brainstorming more things to do in the future.  Jessie was surprised at the interest for plain goat’s milk, and had sold every gallon she had, fresh and frozen.  She had also sold every block of cheese she had made.  Except for Connor’s next week’s order, her inventory was depleted.

After her friends left, Jessie sank herself into a hot bath and soaked away her frustrations.  She continued beating herself up over Connor.  She knew she shouldn’t have pursued things with him, because true to form, they were messed up now.  Deliveries would be awkward, and she was dreading taking him his order on Tuesday.  Maybe she could talk Kathy into doing it for her.  She certainly didn’t want to see Connor again.

It hurt too much.

Chapter 15

The days following the Open House were busy for Jessie.  She was making cheese furiously, having given the goats a supplement to boost their milk supply that actually worked.  People had been stopping by the farm sporadically, either because they missed the Open House, and heard she had great products, or because they had been to the Open House, and wanted more.  In short, business was booming.

And Jessie was having a hard time keeping up.

She kept telling herself more business was a good thing, but she was having a hard time not being overwhelmed by it all.  People had loved her cheese, her milk, the recipes, and her.  When they stopped by to pick something up, they always wanted to see the goats, and to visit.  Jessie tried to be accommodating, but to take that much time out of her day was hurting her cheese making.

I need to set up business hours.  She thought to herself for the fourth time, Thursday, when an elderly couple had stayed for almost two hours after stopping by to buy some goat’s milk and peaches for ice cream.

As usual, her thoughts turned toward Connor.  She had been expecting the anger to go away, eventually.  Instead, it had turned to hurt, which was eating holes away at her.  Now, she felt like her insides were full of gaps, where they should be full of love.  At some point in the last two weeks, she realized she had fallen for Connor.  She couldn’t pin point the exact moment when her feelings had become more tangible than just sex, but at some point, they had.  Maybe it was during one of his visits to the barn while she milked the goats.  She certainly missed his presence there, now.  Maybe instead, it had been when he beat the shit out of Chad.  That had made her feel like she was worthy of something more than just sex.  Maybe it was his self-restraint.  The fact he hadn’t just had sex with her the first chance he got.

Jessie wasn’t sure, but at some point in there, she had fallen for him.  And it pissed her off.  She had fallen in love with him, and he hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her about his daughter.  She remembered what Kathy said about the ex-wife.  How in the hell was he supposed to protect Jessie from her, by keeping secrets?  That sounded counterproductive.

At least they hadn’t had sex.  She wasn’t sure how, but that would have made the relationship more permanent.  More difficult to walk away from. 

Well, lots of people have loved and lost.  This won’t kill me.  Of course, she didn’t know anybody personally, but she would have to survive.  Just like Gloria Gainer.

The phone rang, interrupting Jessie's depressing thoughts.

“Stillwell Dairy”

“Is this Jessica Stillwell?”  A relatively high-pitched, phlegmatic voice asked.

“Yes.  How may I help you?”

“Well, I believe I may be helping you out, here.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“My name is Brandy Thompson, and I have some information about Connor Wright I believe you will be interested in.”  Her voice took on a haughty tone, which Jessie didn’t appreciate at all.

“I doubt it, Ms. Thompson.”

“It’s Mrs. Thompson, and just hear me out.”

“I don’t think so Mrs. Thompson.  I appreciate your concern, if that is in fact what this call is about, but I don’t particularly want to hear what you have to say.”

“He has a daughter.  Did he tell you about her?  Did he tell you he hasn’t paid a dime to me in child support?  Did he tell you he hasn’t even seen her in twelve years?”  The haughty voice continued, undaunted.

“As a matter of fact, yes, he has told me all about Maddie, and as for your side of the story, I’m really not interested.”

“Has he told you he has a history of drug use, violence, and philandering?”

Jessie shook with rage.  Whoever this was, was obviously trying to manipulate Jessie, and she didn't appreciate it one iota.

“Why, Mrs. Thompson, that’s a four-syllable word!  I’m surprised you could get it out!”  Jessie was tired of this charade already. 

The other woman began stammering a reply, but Jessie cut her off.  “I’m not interested in what you have to say Mrs. Thompson.  As far as I'm concerned, this is some form of harassment."

"Your relationship with Connor won't last, Ms Stillwell."

"Look lady.  Since I have absolutely no idea who you are, I'll tell you this one time.  My personal life is abso-fuckin-utely none of your goddam business.  Don't call here again."  She slammed the phone down, her heart thundering so loudly, she almost didn't hear the knock at the door.

To Connor.

Her heart lurched at the sight of him.  In spite of the fact it looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, he still looked good.  His sandy blonde hair was disheveled in a ‘just rolled out of bed’ kind of way.  His physique was a big and broad as ever.  Jessie swallowed hard at the sight of him. 

Forcing herself to be stern, she demanded, “What?”

He held up a bag, optimistically.  “Have you eaten, yet?  I brought you some dinner.”  Hope shone in his eyes, and it made Jessie’s resolve falter.

She sighed, heavily.  “No.  I haven’t eaten, yet.”  She still didn’t move, though.  Some part of her was rooted to the spot, even as he stepped forward, hesitantly.  Jessie crossed her arms.  "Who in the hell is Brandy Thompson?"

His face fell, and then hardened.  Emotions that Jessie couldn't name darted across his features, finally settling on anger.  “May I come inside?”

She wasn’t sure what to do.  If she let him in, they would talk, and Jessie told herself she was too hurt to listen.  But even as she told herself that, she realized she wanted to hear what he had to say.

Still unable to move, she said “I guess.”  He took a step forward, until they were inches apart, and then pulled her into a hug, which she was powerless to resist.

“Oh God, Jessie…”  He breathed into her hair, sending ripples of electricity down her spine.  “I’ve missed you so much.”  When he pulled away, she could see the pain still in his blood-shot eyes.  “I can’t tell you how sorry I am.  Please let me explain.  Everything.”