One Perfect Honeymoon (Bellingwood) by Diane Greenwood Muir Read Free Book Online Page B

be furious if you just drove past these and didn't share with her."
    "How about you just take pictures and I keep going. There's no good place for me to stop right now."
    Polly snapped photographs and finally emailed one to Marie Sturtz. "Your son is in John Wayne heaven right now. We thought we'd share. Does your husband know about your crush on this man? And how come the two of you haven't traveled up here yet?"
    It didn't take long for her phone to buzz with an incoming message . "My husband thinks I'm silly. That's why poor Henry had to watch those movies with me. You tell him to enjoy them for me. We'll get up there one of these days."
    "How are things in Bellingwood?" Polly asked. "How's Jessie doing?"
    "She's doing great. The guys all like working with her and they know that I'll fire their rear-ends if they mess around with her. She saw Doc Mason this morning and he's pleased with her progress. She and the baby are doing fine. Obiwan misses you horribly. He's been sleeping with her since you've been gone. The cats are sleeping with Rebecca in her room."
    Rebecca was still living in the middle bedroom upstairs in Polly and Henry's home. Her mother, Sarah Heater, had gone downhill due to a sudden onset of diabetes a couple of months ago and required more attentive care by a nurse. If there was one reason Polly had been hesitant to leave Bellingwood, it had been because of Rebecca and Sarah. Sylvie stopped by in the morning to take Rebecca to school with Andrew and promised to check on both before leaving in the evenings, and Jessie had assured Polly that she would be home every day after work to care for Rebecca.
    There were plenty of people around Sycamore House and Polly had only worried for a very short time. Henry reminded her that she surrounded herself with good people, who kept a better eye on things than she did. She had wondered if he would be wary of leaving Jessie in charge of the household. She'd had a couple of mis-steps earlier, but he was influenced by his mother, who insisted that if you gave someone a second chance, you had to also give them enough room to grow.
    "Tell Jessie to give everyone, including Rebecca an extra hug for me, will you?"
    "Have a good rest of the trip and hug my boy for me."
    "What was that?" Henry asked.
    "I was messaging with your mom. She says everyone is fine and I'm supposed to hug you for her."
    He leered at her. "That's not the kind of hug I want from you."
    "Oh, stop it. You be good. This is your mom we're talking about."
    "Yeah. That's just weird, isn't it. Fine. You can hug me later. And then we can be done with that and onto other things."
    Polly swatted his arm.
    The landscape had begun to change radically as they crossed from Arizona into Utah. Colors were transforming from deep reds to oranges, whites and yellows with deeper greens filling in around the sage. They drove along the San Juan River and then Henry pulled off the highway.
    "What do you see?" Polly asked.
    "What's that?"
    She looked at the map she'd been watching. "That's the Mexican Hat."
    "I want to see it up close. That's really something."
    He drove in closer until Polly put her hand out. "Stop," she said.
    "What?"
    "This is as close as we're going." She looked out of her window to the loose dirt and gravel. The closer they got, the looser the rock became.
    "But the truck can get us in further than this. Come on. I have four wheel drive."
    "I'm not kidding. This is far enough. That doesn't look safe."
    "You're no fun."
    "I'm fine with being no fun. Let's stop and walk around. We've been in the truck for a long time and I want to check on the pups, but this is as far as you're driving."
    He scowled at her, but stopped the truck and stretched before opening his door. The pups sensed movement and Polly lifted them up into the front seat with her. "Here, take a couple of these guys and let them get some fresh air."
    Henry tucked Khan under his left arm and held Padme in his other hand. They were still quite