1105 Yakima Street by Debbie Macomber Read Free Book Online

her hips. Bruce recognized the girls, although he couldn’t recall their names. “I knew you were coming to see Rachel.”
    Next she glared at Rachel. “I don’t care what my dad says, I don’t want you in our house ever again.”
    “Jolene!” Bruce snapped. “You’re being rude and your behavior is unacceptable. This is between Rachel and me. Now please leave. We’ll talk later,” he said in as ominous a tone as he could manage.
    “I have as much of a right to be here as anyone.” Her eyes sparked with indignation. She was obviously drawing strength from the presence of her friends, who stood with her, forming a silent barrier. Turning to confront Rachel, Jolene continued, “Having you out of the house has been great and I don’t want you back.”
    “Jolene, stop right this minute!” Bruce shouted. He lunged and grabbed his daughter by the shoulders. “I told you, this is between Rachel and me!”
    “No, it isn’t,” his daughter insisted. “I live in the house, too, and it’s either me or Rachel because if she comes back, then I’m leaving.”
    That was an empty threat if there ever was one. “And where exactly would you go?”
    “I’ll run away.”
    “Stop it, both of you,” Rachel cried, covering her mouth as she struggled to hold back a sob.
    Jane, the salon manager, approached them. “I’d appreciate it if the three of you would take this elsewhere. We have customers here, and you’re causing a scene.”
    Until then Bruce hadn’t realized that there were two or three ladies in the waiting area a few feet away. Hisfocus had been on Rachel to the exclusion of everyone else—until Jolene arrived.
    Taking his wife’s hand, Bruce led her out of the salon, although they remained in full view of the customers. In fact, they were attracting a lot of attention—and not just from Get Nailed. Everyone in the mall seemed to be staring at them.
    Rachel noticed this, as well. “I think it would be best if you all just left,” she said, avoiding eye contact. Then she raised her head to meet Jolene’s gaze.
    “I can’t leave you like this,” Bruce muttered. “If anyone needs to go, it’s Jolene and her entourage.” He looked pointedly at his daughter, demanding that she give him some privacy.
    Jolene folded her arms rebelliously and refused to budge. “No way.”
    “Just go,” Rachel pleaded, easing away from Bruce. “Like Jane said, you’re causing a scene.”
    “I don’t care.” He ignored his daughter and focused on Rachel. He understood now that he hadn’t really grasped the extent of Jolene’s selfishness. He didn’t know how his daughter’s dislike of Rachel had reached this point. Nor did he know what had torn the two of them apart in the first place. At one time they’d been so close… .
    “Don’t worry, Jolene,” Rachel said. “You can have your father all to yourself.”
    His daughter’s smile could have lit up the entire mall. “Good.” To his shock, she and her posse of friends exchanged high fives.
    With that, Rachel started to walk away, then apparently had a change of heart because she turned back. “Bruce, it would be better if you didn’t come here again.”
    “I can’t promise that.”
    “If you do show up, I’ll get a job somewhere else. This is embarrassing to me and the salon.”
    Bruce shook his head, unwilling to stay away.
    “If anything like this happens again, Jane’s going to find an excuse to fire me.”
    Bruce had trouble believing that. But before he could respond, his daughter grabbed his hand. “Let’s go,” she said. “We don’t need Rachel.”
    “ I need Rachel,” he countered, pulling his hand free. “And our baby needs his or her father.”
    “What about me? ” Jolene demanded. “What about my needs?”
    Rachel’s eyes locked with his. “Don’t come back here.”
    “Okay, fine, but we need to talk.”
    “No, you don’t,” Jolene inserted.
    “Jolene, leave me and Rachel alone,” Bruce said furiously. He