50 Harbor Street by Debbie Macomber

respect you for being honest. He’ll do what he can to help you.”
    “Why would he?”
    Allison straightened her shoulders and brought her hand to his cheek. “Because his daughter cares what happens to you.”
    Anson’s eyes locked onto hers. “You do?”
    “A lot.” Allison’s heart swelled with the intensity of her emotions.
    At her words, her touch, Anson’s eyes filled with tears. “No one’s ever really cared about me before,” he said.
    “ I care.” And to prove how much, she leaned forward and kissed him. He smiled tentatively when she lifted her lips from his. Taking him by the hand, she led him out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. By the light of the moon, which shone coldly through the window, she urged him into a chair, instructing him to wait there while she woke her father.
    “You’re sure about this?”
    Allison wasn’t sure of anything, but she trusted her father. He’d know what to do and how best to help Anson. She had no other alternative.
    Her dad was sitting up in bed even before Allison reached her parents’ door. “What’s going on?” he asked. Her mother slept contentedly at his side, undisturbed.
    “Anson needs your help,” she whispered.
    “Now? In the middle of the night?”
    She met his stare as he folded back the covers. “I trust you to do the right thing, Dad,” she told him, her voice shaking. That was all she would say. All she could do was pray he didn’t disappoint her.

Thirteen
    “T his is such a treat,” Maryellen said, slipping into the booth across from her mother at the Wok and Roll, her favorite Chinese restaurant.
    “Just consider it an early birthday gift,” Grace replied as she glanced up from the menu.
    “So, how are things with you and Cliff?” Maryellen asked. She didn’t bother with the menu because she ordered the same thing every time. She really should try something other than the chicken hot sauce noodles, but couldn’t make herself do it. The small family-owned restaurant ordered the thick rice noodles from the International District in Seattle. Maryellen could slurp up those noodles every day, she enjoyed them so much.
    Her mother set aside the menu and there was such a depressed look on her face that Maryellen was shocked. “Mom?”
    Smiling was clearly an effort. “I’ve given up on Cliff,” Grace said matter-of-factly.
    “You don’t mean that.” Maryellen reached across the table and squeezed her mother’s hand.
    “I do. In reality, I don’t have any choice.”
    “No.” Maryellen couldn’t believe it. “I thought you were going to fight for him. What happened?”
    Grace told her about the night of their big dinner date. She’d since learned from the veterinarian, who’d come into the library, that Midnight had survived. Hearing this from someone other than Cliff only seemed to increase her mother’s discontent with the on-again/off-again relationship.
    Maryellen understood Grace’s frustration. Her mother had been so hopeful about this dinner; it was going to be a new beginning for her and Cliff. And then the evening had turned out to be such a disappointment.
    “It was more than Cliff dealing with Midnight. I understand the stallion was in a life-threatening situation. That I could have accepted. But Cliff had obviously forgotten he’d even asked me out to the ranch. He seemed so…indifferent. My being there meant nothing to him. In fact, he seemed grateful to get out of having dinner with me.”
    “Cliff’s not like that.”
    “Normally I’d agree with you,” her mother said, “but I was there, Maryellen. I’ve learned to trust my instincts and that was the way I felt. Much as I don’t want to believe it, I know I’m right.”
    Maryellen hated to see this relationship end, especially since Grace had worked so hard to win Cliff back. Until now, Maryellen had found him to be thoughtful and sensitive to her mother—far more than her own father had ever been. “You mean to say that after two weeks