Welcome to Serenity by Sherryl Woods Page A

warily eye the baby sleeping in his carrier next to him. He had plenty of experience with his sister’s kids, but mostly after they were past the diaper stage. He’d never bought the idea that infants weren’t as fragile as they looked.
    By the time Maddie returned to the table, her hand clamped rather firmly around the other woman’s wrist, Tom was on his feet.
    “Jeanette, I’d like you to meet Tom McDonald, the new Serenity town manager,” Maddie said, almost shoving Jeanette’s hand toward his. He clasped it instinctively.
    “Tom, this is Jeanette Brioche, who runs the spa operations at The Corner Spa.”
    “Hello again,” he said, holding her soft hand just a little too long. Her smooth skin was a walking advertisement for the spa’s treatments.
    Though her dark eyes were wary, she smiled and said,
    “Nice to know my first impression wasn’t too far off the mark.”
    He blinked. “Oh?”
    “I told Elliot, our personal trainer, that you looked trustworthy,” she explained. “Even though you’d been peering in the windows of the spa alarming the women.”
    Maddie regarded him with shock. “You did what?”
    Tom winced. “It wasn’t the way it appeared. I was looking for a place to have a good workout. I was told the spa was only for women, but I wanted to see for myself if I could join. Jeanette intercepted me outside and made it very clear that I couldn’t.”
    “Sorry,” Jeanette said, though her voice lacked sincerity.
    “Just enforcing the rules.”
    “Maybe you and Cal can team up and get something similar going for the men in town,” Maddie suggested.
    “That way I won’t have to pretend I don’t know he sneaks in there late at night.”
    “I don’t suppose you’d let me sneak in with him, would you?” Tom asked wistfully.
    “Not a chance,” Jeanette said sharply, drawing a look from Maddie. “I just mean, Cal’s one thing. He’s married to an owner. But if we let you sneak in, then someone else will ask, and the next thing you know we won’t have a special place for women.”
    He grinned at her rapid-fire explanation. “For a minute there, I thought maybe you had something against me personally.”
    “How could I?” she said. “I don’t even know you.”
    “We could change that,” he suggested, and had the satisfaction of seeing her blush.
    “I don’t think so,” she said tightly, though yet another sharp glance from Maddie had her adding, “Thanks, anyway.”
    He just stared at her for a moment before pulling out the chair next to his. Before Jeanette could sit down as he’d hoped, Jessica Lynn scrambled onto it and tugged on his arm. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “Where’s my doll?”
    “Right here,” he said, picking it up off the seat of his own chair and handing it to her. Conceding the fact that Jeanette would be sitting elsewhere—probably as far from him as possible—he leaned down and confided to Jessica Lynn,
    “I’m starving, too.”
    “Count me among the starving,” Jeanette chimed in, surprising him.
    “Then let’s order,” Maddie said. “Cal should be here any minute with the boys.”
    “Where’s Katie?” Jeanette asked.
    “At a friend’s house, in theory doing homework. I have my doubts—the Grahams have a pool.”
    Tom regarded Maddie with curiosity. He’d already digested that there was an unmistakable age difference between Maddie and her husband—probably a good ten years—but it also sounded as if they had a large family. And Cal was only around his age—early to midthirties. “How many children do you have?”
    “I have five,” Maddie told him. She gestured at Jessica Lynn and Cole. “These two are mine with Cal, but I have three from my first marriage. Ty’s a sophomore at Duke. Katie, as I mentioned, is with a friend tonight, and Kyle will be here any minute with Cal.”
    “And you manage the spa full-time?” Tom asked, impressed.
    “And does an amazing job of it,” Jeanette added.
    “Women are great