He liked that, too.
She was really lovely with those delicate features and heart-shaped face and the sleek, dark fall of her brown hair. It was hard to miss the gold cross dangling on a fine chain around her neck.
Faith was important to him, too. You havent answered my question. If youre not going on a date, then where are you headed?
And thats your business, because? She arched one slim eyebrow at him, as if she were taking careful note of his personality flaws.
He wasnt fooled. Not one bit. Hed been inside her place. Sure, hed noticed the cross-stitch that was sitting half-finished on the coffee table, and the Bible and devotional on the kitchen table. He wasnt snooping, but a guy couldnt help noticing. It wasnt as if he could close his eyes and not see anything, right?
Its not my business, he had to admit. Just curious.
Didnt curiosity get the cat into trouble? She slipped through the door.
Who said I wasnt trouble?
Yep, thats just what I thought about you. She grabbed her purse and keys and shut the door. Im babysitting for my other sister and her husband. They have a date night tonight.
Thats nice you do that for her. So familys important to you.
Absolutely. What about you? She squinted at him. Its only fair that you answer a question. How do you know Ephraim?
He and I have been summer buddies since we were six.
Summer buddies? she asked with a quizzical look as she turned the dead bolt.
When my mom and dad wanted to get rid of me for the summer, they sent me to my aunt and uncles. He saw the question forming on her expressive face and kept talking; he tried not to mention his parents if he could help it. Too complicated, too painful, too everything. Ephraim lived next door to Uncle Calvin. He came over and offered me a Popsicle and the rest, as they say, was history.
He liked the way she seemed to be in a good mood, even on a day of doom, as shed claimed. She had the prettiest sparkles in her cinnamon-brown eyes that shimmered with warmth and humor.
A Popsicle tends to cement the important relationships, she said. Especially a grape one.
He chuckled, his heart justfeeling. He didnt know how to describe it, only that it was nice. Real nice. Thats where Ive been wrong in the past. I neglected to offer a Popsicle.
A fatal mistake.
She was one of those totally organized girls who seemed completely together. Although she was dressed casually, everything was coordinated and that purse she had over her shoulder was no cheap knockoff. His aunt had one almost like it. That, along with her spring-sunshine goodness, made Rebecca McKaslin an awesome combination. She slipped her keys into the outside pocket on her purse and descended the steps like a cool breeze.
He really should go. So why werent his feet taking him farther down the walk? How old are your nieces or nephews?
Isnt it my turn to ask the questions? She dug her sunglasses out of her purse. Are you serious about the Bible study group?
Wouldnt have asked if I wasnt.
Why arent you going to Ephraims group? She slipped the glasses on, pausing to study him hard for any obvious flaws. She really wanted to find some flaws.
I have obligations on Friday evenings.
A girlfriend? Now, why did she ask that? She was teasing him, because hed been just a tad curious about her. She leaned through the doorway to grab the bag she always carried to church with her. Inside was the flyer with all the groups specifics. She handed it to him, realizing he was blushing.
Blushing. She didnt know guys did that. Maybe the decent ones did. What did she know?
Uh He looked flustered. Currently, no.
See how personal that question can be?
I do. Youre making a point.
Yes. You are a smart guy. She decided that a guy whose ears turned pink when asked about a girlfriend had to be okay. Will I see you there?
Count on it. He waved the flyer for confirmation.
Good, our group has been losing numbers lately. A lot of us graduated last May. Well, Ive got a pizza waiting.
Pizza. Sounds good. Is it for your niece? Nephew?
One of each.
Must be nice to have family. He joined her on the walk, his gait easy and athletic, his voice amicable.
It is. She paused at the end of the walkway, where the sidewalk would take her left to the driveway, where her car was parked. I dont know what Id do without my family. I have one older brother and five older sisters.
Sounds like heaven to me. Im an only kid.
Was that a little lonely growing up?
Sometimes.
It was hard not to feel for him. As a kid, I always had someone looking out for me and someone to do things with. I was hardly ever alone. Its probably why I like spending so much time alone now.
I pretty much had to figure things out for myself when I was little. He knelt to grab his box of books. It was packed with what looked like mysteries. Though it had to be heavy, he lifted the box with ease.
So he was a serious reader. That didnt surprise her one bit. He looked nearly perfect standing in the golden brush of the light, with the gentle breeze ruffling his blond hair and an expression of seriousness on his face. Why, she suspected if her sister Ava were to drive up right now she would call him a Mr. Wishable.
Worse, she would probably go on to call him Mr. Right, and there was no way he could be that. Knowing her luck, she had probably missed the boat to Mr. Right and would be forever standing on the dock. It was good to meet you, Chad Lawson. Ill see you on Wednesday night.
Definitely. He folded up the flyer and slipped it into his book box. Have a good time with your niece and nephew.
I will. Tylers five, hes total fun, and the two-year-old keeps me on my toes. Why wasnt she leaving? Youre late, late, late, Rebecca. So exactly why was she lingering, as if she didnt want to go? Good luck with the moving. Its a special kind of torture. I hope it goes all right.
Thanks. Im lucky that I packed light, but its still a pain.
Did I say thanks for stopping to help me out? I cant remember if I did.
You did.
Good. Forgive me, Im more scattered than usual. Im not normally like this. Goodbye, Chad.
Bye. As if she was ever scattered at all, he thought, dismissing her self-deprecating sense of humor. He watched her saunter over to her little red Honda parked in the driveway in front of her closed garage door. The car suited her, zippy and fun and cute all at once.
Yep, she was real nice.
The suns heat beat down on him, and he realized it was getting late and the box he was holding was getting heavier. He resisted the urge to give Rebecca one last look as her car backed slowly out of the driveway. But as he headed for his apartment, he thought of her.
Chapter Two
Rebba?
Madison wobbled into the TVs glare. The little girl was pure sweetness with her light brown curls, big wide eyes and pixies face. Tonight she wore her pink-and-purple Cinderella pajamas and a sleepy frown.
Rebecca was out of the chair in a second, scooping up the warm, sleep-snuggly toddler into her arms. What is it, princess?
Rebecca was out of the chair in a second, scooping up the warm, sleep-snuggly toddler into her arms. What is it, princess?
Thirsty. A huge yawn, and then both little arms wrapped around Rebeccas neck. Wheres Mommy?
Shes still out with your daddy. Rebecca started for the kitchen. Lets get you that water and put you right back to bed.
I want Daddy.
I know you do, princess. She opened the cupboard door with one hand, found the pink cup with the princesses on it and turned on the tap. The water was nice and cold and she filled the cup partway. Hell be home before you know it.
Ye-ah. Madison sighed, clearly missing her parents. Hers was a loving and secure world. Heaven knew that Danielle and her husband, Jonas, did everything they could to ensure that for their kids.
As she held the cup to her nieces lips and tipped it so she could drink in dainty little sips, Rebecca had to wonder. Would her life have turned out differently if her biological dad had been a good man? She had been wondering this a lot lately. The breakup and the man Chris turned out to be was still troubling her.
Shed been younger than Madison was now when her real dad had walked out on the family after beating her mom so badly that shed been in the hospital for weeks.
Poor Mom. That time was nothing but a scary, hazy blur to Rebecca. She had been too young to understand, but she could see her big sister Danielle standing between her and their rage-filled father. Nearly a lifetime later, she could still hear her moms broken sobs and the wounded sound she made, lying so still in the corner.
A year later, Mom had married John McKaslin, changing their lives for the better forever. Johnwho she thought of as her real dadwas a great blessing. Since the day shed stepped foot in his house, shed been as safe and secure as Madison was now. She hadnt gained just a great dad, but also a big brother and loving older sisters who couldnt have been more wonderful to her.
Done? she asked when the sleepy toddler pushed the cup away.
I want Minnie. She rubbed her eyes with both little fists.
Shes probably in bed waiting for you. Rebecca set the cup on the counter and gave her niece a smacking kiss on her plump cheek. Want to go see?
O-o-o-kaay. Madison yawned again.
What a cutie. Rebecca held her little niece snug, weaving through the dark house by memory. As she passed by her nephews bedroom door, she caught sight of him asleep in his bed. He and his dog were faintly graced by the glow of his night-light. He was a cutie, too. She padded down the hall.
Madison gave a tired whine at the sight of her bunny tucked neatly under the covers. Minnies head and ears were dark against the pale pillowcase.
See? Rebecca lowered the child into her bed. I told you Minnie was waiting for you.
Eyes drooping, head bobbing, Madison reached out to gather her favorite stuffed animal into her chubby arms, snuggled close and was half-asleep before her head touched the pillow. Rebecca smoothed the girls flyaway curls, and Madison sort of smiled through her sleepiness, slipping away to sweeter dreams.
Yep, Rebecca thought as her heart filled. A total cutie.
It was a pleasure to tuck the little girls covers around her and tiptoe to the door. The throbbing blue light from the distant TV made the hallway feel surreal, as if this was but a dream, a vision of what shed always wanted for herself.
Those things were so far away now. Okay, it was her decision to institute a No Man policy and that was great because it kept her heart safe. But at the same time it felt as if time were slipping by. Shed been so busy racing to grow up, enjoying her college years and then hoping her relationship with Chris would lead her to a life like this.
It hadnt, and now she felt empty in the pit of her stomach and in the chambers of her heart. Even in her soul, she felt alone.
She wasnt alone. She knew that as surely as she knew there was a floor at her feet. Her faith was rock solid, her family an unbreakable support and yet she felt hollow, as if she were missing a great part of herself.
No, she corrected, she was missing these dreams of children and marriage, of home and a future.
She checked again on Tyler, who slept on his side facing the wall so all she could see of him was tufts of brown hair and his Dalmatian asleep on the foot of his bed. Lucky lifted his head a few inches and his tail thumped against the blankets as if to say, No worries. Im keeping watch.
She wandered back to the TV, hardly noticing the hospital drama flashing across the screen. The sound was low so as not to disturb the kids, and she could barely hear the dialogue. She settled onto the couch as her mind drifted back over the day. She resisted the urge to go dig in her bag to check her cell phone, with the ringer off. She guessed that Chris had probably called a half-dozen times. Should she deal with it now, or wait until later?
Later, she thought as she grabbed the remote and hit the off button. Definitely later. What was really calling her name was the triple-chocolate cream pie Danielle had left for dessert. Whatever the trouble, didnt chocolate always make it better?
She was plating a nice creamy piece when she heard the garage door crank open. It sounded as though Danielle and Jonas were home. Sure enough, a few minutes later the two of them came through the door. The security system chimed their arrival. It was simple to tell by the happiness on her sisters face that theyd had a good time. Jonas, leaning tiredly on his cane, gave her a nod of thanks, a kind good-night and headed down the hall, no doubt to check on the kids.
Danielle set her purse on the end of the counter. Would you mind cutting me one of those?
Ive got a plate right here. She knew her sister well and her weakness for chocolate. You didnt have dessert tonight?
Dinner was so good, I didnt save any room. Dani headed to the fridge and took out a gallon of milk. The movie was great, though. It was about a pair of cops. Jonas really enjoyed all the action.
He misses his old job. In an instant, things could change in a persons life. Life happened and sometimes it was never the same. Take Jonas for example. Over a year ago, hed been doing his job as a state trooper and got shot on a routine traffic stop. His life and Danis had taken a new direction they never expected.
Yes, Danielle answered sadly. He loves staying home with the kids and being a full-time dad, but he misses being a trooper, too.
God had been gracious. Jonas was doing fine and their family was stronger than ever, but it hadnt been easy. Life gave a person a certain amount of battle scars. Although she hadnt gone through anything nearly as traumatic as Jonas had, she had her own emotional scars.
What shed gone through with Chris and his final battle, as she thought of it, had been life changing for her. And if her big brother, Spence, hadnt come to her rescue, she hated to think what would have happened. She wondered where she would be right now if she hadnt met Chris.
You seem a million miles away. Danielle took two glasses down from the cupboard and began filling them. You get that troubled look when Chris has been bothering you. Has he been calling?
Hes started up again. You know how he does.
I do. Have you answered?
No, and Im avoiding his calls because I know he wants to start things up again.