The woman gave her an assessing look. “I’m Charlotte Long. My husband and I came here every summer. He died eight years ago, but I still stay in Loaves and Fishes. Kevin was always losing balls in my rosebushes.”

“Mrs. Long was a good friend of my parents and my aunt,” Kevin said.

“My, I miss Judith. We met when my family first came here.” Her sharp blue eyes returned to Molly. “And who’s this?”

Molly extended her hand. “Molly Somerville.”

“Well, now …” Her lips pursed as she turned back to Kevin. “You can’t read a magazine without hearing about that marriage of yours. Isn’t it a little early to be seeing someone else? I’m sure Pastor Tucker would be disappointed that you aren’t trying harder to make things work with your wife.”

“Uh, Molly is my …” The word seemed to stick in his throat. Molly sympathized, but she wasn’t going to be the one to say it.

“Molly’s my … wife.” He finally managed to get it out.

Once again Molly found herself under the scrutiny of those blue eyes. “Well, that’s good, then. But why are you calling yourself Somerville? Tucker’s a good, proud name. Pastor Tucker, Kevin’s father, was one of the finest men I ever knew.”

“I’m sure he was.” She’d never liked disappointing people. “Somerville’s also my professional name. I write children’s books.”

Her disapproval vanished. “I’ve always wanted to write a children’s book. Well, now, isn’t this nice? You know, when Kevin’s mother was alive, she was afraid he’d marry one of those supermodels who go around smoking dope and having sexual relations with everybody.”

Kevin choked.

“Here now, pup, you get out of Judith’s lobelia.” Charlotte patted her thigh, and Roo abandoned the flowers to trot over. Charlotte reached down to chuck his chin. “Better keep an eye on him. We’ve got some coyotes around here.”

Kevin’s expression turned calculating. “Big ones?”

Molly gave him a reproachful gaze. “Roo sticks close to home.”

“Too bad.”

“Well, I’m off! There’s a list of guests and dates on Judith’s computer. The Pearsons should be here any time. They’re birdwatchers.”

Kevin turned pale beneath his tan. “Guests? What do you—”

“I had Amy freshen up Judith’s old room for you, the one your parents used. The other bedrooms are rented.”

“Amy? Wait a—”