The Promise Read online

  She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “I don’t recall making any. Yet.”

  He realized he didn’t want her to walk out, yet he was sure he didn’t have what it would take to make her stay. He folded his hands on top of the résumé and smiled at her. “What brings you to Thunder Point?”

  “Just your ad,” she said.

  Glancing at the résumé again, he asked, “How did you see my ad in Portland? The search company?”

  “No,” she said with a laugh. “When I left my last job I decided to take my time looking for employment because I wasn’t completely sure where I wanted to be. Plus, I didn’t take much time off in the past few years. So, I took a vacation. I spent a little time with my parents, then I drove down the coast, first to Canon Beach, then Coos Bay. I just happened to be looking through the employment section—I think it was the North Bend paper. I saw your ad and had never heard of Thunder Point. I was just curious. I thought in another couple of weeks I might contact an agency. I’m more comfortable in a big city. I didn’t expect this—a spontaneous interview in a little town. I was leaning toward San Francisco or Seattle....”

  “Ah,” he said. “You like the Pacific Northwest.”

  “I do, and I have family around. I was thinking it was time for a hospital,” she continued. “I was not interested in another practice right now—a little cozy, if you know what I mean. And I grew up in a tiny farming community and haven’t worked in a small town in years.”

  “There are certain advantages to a small town, a small clinic,” he said. “I came from a large city to a small town as an experiment, hoping I’d take to it. It’s cozy, all right—your friends are your patients and vice versa, but in the city the general practitioner is a good referral agency. In a place like Thunder Point we take care of a lot more. People aren’t equipped to travel long distances to see specialists. In many cases their medical coverage is spotty. They need a good local medical team.”

  “And that’s why you’re here, to provide a good medical service? As altruistic as that?” Peyton asked.

  “And because I thought it would be good for my kids. Also because the grandmothers, both widows, get a little invasive and high maintenance. I need them in smaller doses. So, that was my original motivation, but I like it here. Now, tell me why you would consider Thunder Point?”

  “It’s quiet,” she said. “It’s possible something like this could work for me for a while....”

  “Awhile?” he asked.

  “If you offer me a job here and if I take the offer, I’ll make a commitment. And I’ll keep it.”

  “Why did you leave your last job?” he asked.

  “I was replaced,” she said. “The doctor wanted to put someone else in my position.”

  “When I call him, is that what he’ll tell me?”

  “I’m not sure. He felt we had accomplished as much as we could as a team, and it was time for a change. He’ll tell you my performance was excellent.”

  Scott thought about this for a second. “And that’s what you’re telling me?”

  “No. That’s what he’ll tell you.”

  “And is there another story?” Scott asked.

  “He’s dating an RN who convinced him she could do my job. I don’t know if that’s true, only time will tell. Apparently they just can’t get enough of each other. I suspect she didn’t appreciate my continued presence in the office after they’d become an item.”

  “A little jealousy?” he asked.

  “Or paranoia. I had no interest whatsoever in her boyfriend. That’s okay, it was time for a change. Let’s just clear the air on that, shall we? Before there’s a lot of curiosity and conjecture—I’m interested in work. And I’m not interested in men.”

  Well, that cleared the air, all right. He coughed lightly. “That’s very honest,” he said. “No beating around the bush there.” He smiled. “You’re very up front about personal things.”

  “I don’t mean to be rude—I hope that didn’t seem rude—I think it’s best if we’re honest about issues that could be problematic. It’s not something I feel like talking about, but...really, I don’t need the aggravation.”

  He smirked. “That will greatly disappoint the single men of Thunder Point,” he muttered.

  “Oh, please,” she said. “They’ll get over it.”

  “I suppose. Although not without a few...”

  “Few what?” she asked, frowning.

  He knew it would be unprofessional to say fantasies. “Regrets,” he said. “You’ll find the cost of living in this town is low.” He wrote down a number on a piece of paper and slid it toward her. “It would have to be a year at this salary.”

  She looked at it and gasped. “Is the cost of living free?”

  Scott stood behind his desk. “While you consider the offer, I’ll give Dr.—” he looked down “—Dr. Ramsdale a call.” He extended his hand. “Thanks for taking the time to talk with me about the position.”

  Peyton stood and shook his offered hand. “Sure. I think this meeting was unexpected for both of us.”

  “It certainly was. By the way, how are you with children?”

  She stiffened as if offended. “I’m the oldest of eight and consider myself to be good with kids, though I’m in no way interested in taking on child-care duties. How is that relevant to the position?”

  He laughed softly and put his hands in his pockets. “It’s a small town, and the people who seem to get hurt or sick the most often are the children and the elderly.”

  Her face relaxed. “Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.”

  Scott followed Peyton to the reception area and stood by while Peyton chatted briefly with Devon. They acted like girlfriends, thanking each other for the time, saying they’d see each other again. Scott wondered what was going through Peyton’s mind. Maybe she was attracted to Devon? No...he wasn’t getting that vibe. It was just that Peyton was more comfortable with Devon than she had been with him. He watched as Peyton left and climbed into the luxury car that sat right in front of the clinic.

  “Wow, that’s some car,” Devon said.

  “Uh-huh. I hope she’s not making payments on it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because on the salary I offered her, she’d have trouble. That’s an LS 600. Starts at over a hundred grand.”

  Devon shot him a startled look. “Do you think she’ll take the job?”

  “Not a chance in hell,” he said. Then he turned and went back to his office.

  Two

  Peyton went to look at the town’s beach. She knew it would be unique and interesting—she’d grown up in this state, and all the beaches were so magical, so different from each other. She parked in the marina lot and walked from there. It was late June, school was out, it was warm and sunny, and people were enjoying the beach. A couple of women sat in low beach chairs on the sand under an umbrella; between them a baby played with a bucket and a few toys, and two children, about four years old, were at the water’s edge. The Pacific was cold, and the children chased the waves, trying not to get too wet. There were a couple of teenage boys on paddleboards out on the bay, a couple more tossing a Frisbee around the beach. The Great Dane she’d seen in front of the diner now sat out at the edge of the dock watching the boys on the water.

  It was a very clean beach, and she took off her sandals to walk. At the far end there was a flight of wooden stairs leading up to a small restaurant—Ben & Cooper’s, according to the sign over the door. A few people sat out on the deck, and under the deck there were kayaks and paddleboards, obviously available to rent.

  Peyton figured this beach was probably much busier on weekends. There weren’t many people now—a dozen maybe. But it was two o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon, and while school might be out for the summer, most people were at work. She spotted a weathered log. It had been used as a bench before; the remnants of a fire pit, carefully surrounded by large rocks that wouldn’t wash out with the tide, sat in front of it. She sat do
wn to consider her options. Could I hear myself think in a place like this?

  Peyton was thirty-five and single. She had a prestigious degree and a lot of experience, had a great big loving family with healthy parents, four brothers and three sisters. All of the Lacoumette siblings got along but were not all best friends. Matt got on her last nerve because he liked being the prankster of the family, Ginny annoyed the hell out of her the way she was always playing cruise director and taking control of everyone and everything, Ellie was trying to copy their parents and reproduce the nation with her five kids and counting, but Adele was her best friend, and big silent George, second oldest, still ranched on their family land and was her rock. George didn’t usually have much to say, and yet when Peyton needed to talk, they had wonderful conversations. The rest of the time everyone else was talking too much.

  In a family of eight children you could have sibling issues and rivalries and alliances—it was a very interesting balance, loving all of them, but definitely some better than others. She was the only one with no romantic partner, no family of her own. Well, except Matt, who was recently divorced, but that would surely be temporary—he was funny and handsome, and women loved him. But Peyton was alone. That was once by design. She couldn’t wait to move away from the farm and have a life that didn’t make her at least partly responsible for seven siblings. And then while the other young women her age were looking for husbands, she’d been looking for a career, travel, adventure and perhaps some great dates, but not to be tied down. She was in no hurry to have kids, if ever! Lord, she’d had enough of kids. Her first niece had arrived before she graduated from college, and the numbers were still growing. There were ten so far, and Adele, thirty now, was expecting her first. Peyton’s mother, Corinne, was in heaven; her parents loved being grandparents. Her father, Paco Lacoumette, loved nothing so much as sitting at the head of a huge clan.

  All Peyton had wanted was to live in a place not crowded by people, have her own bedroom, closet and bathroom. She wanted to do fun things, the kind of things her siblings with kids didn’t have the time or money for—skiing, scuba diving, river rafting. She wanted to be able to spend money on clothes that wouldn’t go missing from her drawers when some younger sister absconded with them; she wanted to drive a car no one had driven before her. She liked being able to watch anything she wanted on TV and reading until four in the morning if she felt like it. And she had done all that. For ten years following college, she’d lived the life she’d always dreamed of and hadn’t taken it for granted for one second. She was not lonely one day of her life. And then, at just over thirty, she was finally ready to share her space again.

  That’s when she met The Man. Ted Ramsdale. He was so handsome he stopped her heart and took her breath away. Six-two, built like a god, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, straight white teeth. That was the first thing she’d noticed, but it was not what caused her to fall in love with him. He was a brilliant and powerful cardiologist, one of the best known and most admired in the state. He was charismatic; his success with patients had everything to do with his bedside manner. He could charm even the crankiest old man into doing everything exactly as asked. Ten minutes with a patient and Ted had them eating out of his hand. He could give courses on being a loving, giving physician. His staff would follow him anywhere; his colleagues went to him for advice. Ted always got his way, and at the same time everyone who dealt with him believed they had gotten theirs.

  Just as luck would have it, Ted came with three kids. He shared custody with his ex-wife, and she wasn’t exactly cooperative. They lived within a few miles of each other so the kids could spend equal time with each parent and never change schools. Getting to know Ted professionally and then personally before she met his kids, there had been nothing to prepare Peyton for the fact that Ted had no parenting skills at all. Too late, she’d learned he was totally unable to manage or discipline his own children. It was uncanny that Ted, the charming doctor, was somewhat useless as a father. When she’d first met the kids, they were aged seven, nine and twelve, and they were incorrigible. It had been a shock, really. It seemed the only people in the world Ted could not relate to were his ex-wife and their kids.

  At first, Peyton had rationalized their behavior was sulky and insubordinate due to divorce issues. But, no.

  For over two years she’d spent several days a week with three rude, insensitive, lazy and obnoxious tweens and teens. When she was growing up, her own parents had been firm but kind and fair, but after meeting Ted’s children, her father had said, “Those three would’ve been taken out behind the shed a long while back.” Paco, who rarely raised his voice in anger, whose worst corporal action had been a gentle cuff on the back of a son’s head or a light swat on a rump, had only been half joking when he’d given Peyton his assessment. “I think I’d have to beat ’em.”

  For the first time in her life, Peyton had felt lonely. Ted had worked long hours and was frequently on call, his kids were horrid and abusive, and he could not seem to do anything to help. They fought with her, each other, ignored rules, were in trouble at school, and Ted was no help in any of it. Indeed, he excused them. The distance between them had grown; Ted had not only been absent, he’d been emotionally unavailable. She’d eventually realized he treated the kids like his patients—he gave them a good attentive ten minutes and then was out the door, moving on to his next challenge. He’d treated Peyton that way, too. He’d had no patience for her concerns. Peyton had tried so hard with the kids, believing if someone didn’t get through to these little hellions, they were doomed to become incorrigible adults. She had given it her best shot, but she couldn’t do it, couldn’t stay with them any longer. Peyton had left her lover, his home, his children and, because he was her boss, left her job.

  Now she needed a place to unwind and clear her head. She was desperate for her own space again...where she was never lonely. She looked out at the still bay. I bet it’s very quiet on the water, she thought. She knew what fall and winter would be like on the coast—wet and cold and on many days it would be dark and foggy. If I had a small house or apartment with a fireplace...

  A very pregnant woman walking across the beach from town paused in front of Peyton and gave her big belly a gentle stroking. “If I promise not to talk or wiggle around, can I share your log? I need to sit before tackling the stairs.”

  “By all means,” Peyton said. “And you can talk. Out doing the pregnancy walk?”

  The woman eased down on to the log, and instinctively Peyton reached out and grabbed her elbow, assisting. “Thank you. Yep, a long walk every day, then a little reading time on the left side for twenty minutes every couple of hours.” She lifted her feet, ankles swollen. “Look at these things. Pretty soon I’ll be wearing my husband’s shoes.”

  “At the risk of seeming presumptuous, it appears that complication will be behind you soon,” Peyton said.

  “Very soon. I’m due in a month, and like every pregnant woman I’ve ever known, I’m hoping for an early debut. I’m Sarah,” she said, putting out her hand.

  “A pleasure,” she said, taking the hand. “Peyton. Where will you do the deed?”

  “North Bend. I’m told there will be plenty of time to get there. It’s a first baby.”

  “First babies rarely come fast,” Peyton said.

  “You speak as one who knows?”

  “I don’t have children, but I am a physician’s assistant. I’ve worked in family medicine. I looked after the occasional mother-to-be.”

  “Do you live around here?” Sarah asked.

  “No. I grew up north of here, near Portland. But I was spending a little off-time at Coos Bay and saw an ad for a PA and decided to look around the area. Do you like it here?”

  “I do,” Sarah said. “I was stationed in North Bend—Coast Guard Air Station. I decided to get out and start a new career.” She grinned. “I lived in Thunder Point and commuted to North Bend, so I know the route with my eyes closed.”

  “Please
, keep them open on the trip to the hospital,” Peyton said with a laugh.

  “My husband will be driving. At least that’s the plan. So, where are you applying? One of the local clinics or hospitals?”

  “I’d say so. I dropped off a résumé with Dr. Grant.”

  “Really? I heard he was looking for an assistant or associate, but that was a while ago, and I wasn’t sure he had actually moved ahead on that project. We love Scott. He’s a darling man. I think everyone in town loves him.”

  “He seemed very nice,” Peyton agreed. “Devoted family man, I’m told.”

  Sarah gave a nod. “That would definitely describe him. Very involved in the town. Not just medically, but generally. Every town meeting or function or ball game or party, you’ll find the Grants are there.”

  Peyton took a deep breath. “This seems like a sleepy place. Pretty peaceful.”

  “Most of the time,” Sarah said. “That’s my little brother out there. He starts college in the fall. He’s teaching the taller, skinnier kid to paddleboard. It’s a favorite pastime around here. That and kayaking and snorkeling, but...”

  “You need a wet suit ten months of the year around here.”

  “You got that right,” Sarah said.

  “I grew up on a farm. Mount Hood was our view. Beautiful Mount Hood. I learned to ski there. Two of my brothers worked on the mountain. First in the resorts and then as ski patrol.” She took another deep breath. “I like the coast, too. I like the waterfront. I worked in San Francisco for three years.”

  “I’ve lived on water my whole life,” Sarah said.

  “Woo-hoo!” came a girl’s shout from across the bay. Three more teenagers were paddling across the still water from the marina.

  “And here comes the Armada,” Sarah said. “Landon’s girlfriend, Eve, and a couple of other good friends from town. Paddleboarding is one of their favorite things, but I’m sure the volleyball net will go up now. If those kids aren’t at work, they’re at play. I’m afraid I have to get going,” she said, struggling to get up from the log.