Chapter Two #2
Charlene moved around the island until she was standing next to Billie’s stool. She leaned close and took the girl’s face in her hands.
“I was raised by wolves, you know,” Charlene said.
“Really?” Billie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“When I was three, they stole me and kept me in the woods.”
“Charlene,” Adam said, his voice heavy with warning.
“Hush. I’m bonding with the child. That’s what people do these days.” She smiled. “You understand, don’t you, Billie?”
“Sure.”
Charlene kissed her cheek. “We are going to be great friends.”
“Okay. Do you play baseball?”
“No, but I love the young men in their uniforms, and I bet heavily on our local team.”
He fought the beginnings of a headache. “Charlene, don’t start anything here. Remember what happened the last time Dani brought her kids? You taught her six-year-old to play poker. Dani was unamused and I suspect Jane will feel the same way.”
“He’s a sweet boy,” Charlene said to Billie as she sat on Adam’s vacant stool. “But a worrier. It comes from raising his younger siblings.”
“What are siblings?”
“Brothers and sisters. Adam went to Harvard.”
“I’ve been to Texas.”
“There are Standings in Dallas, I believe. They run cattle or oil. I can’t keep them straight.” She slipped off several of her bracelets and spread them on the island. “Do you like any of these, Billie? They’re pretty, don’t you think?”
“I guess.”
Billie cast him a worried glance. He knew she wouldn’t want to offend her new friend, but was less enthused about the jewelry than she wanted to let on. Now if Charlene had opened a box of baseball trading cards he was sure that would have been another story.
“Adam, I got through to the moving company. They won’t be able—” Jane walked into the kitchen. Her gaze moved past him to the gaudily dressed woman next to her daughter. “Charlene?”
“Jane!”
His aunt stood up and held open her arms. Jane flew into her embrace. “Charlene, I’ve missed you so much.”
“It’s your own fault for leaving, child.” The tears in her eyes and the catch in her voice took away the sting of the words.
Adam stood awkwardly on the fringe of the reunion. Charlene and Jane had always been close; of course they’d be happy to see each other. It didn’t matter to him. He didn’t feel anything, not even regret.
“Have you met Billie?” Jane brushed her cheeks.
“I have met your daughter. There’s a lot of her father in her, isn’t there?”
Jane stiffened slightly. “Some,” she said cautiously.
Adam wondered if that meant she didn’t like her ex-husband. Stupid question, he told himself. If she still liked the guy, they’d be together. Unless he’d left her. He wanted to ask what had happened, why she was alone. But he couldn’t. Questions like that might make her think he was interested.
“Charlene told me she was raised by wolves,” Billie announced.
Jane stared at her friend. “You didn’t.”
“It’s the truth. As God is my witness.”
Jane looked over her shoulder at Adam and rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe she’s still using that old line. You’d think after all this time she could be more creative.”
Adam was tempted to smile back at her, to share the memory. His control instinct wouldn’t let him. They had nothing left to share. Her grin quivered, then faded altogether. She turned back, hunching her shoulders against an invisible weight.
“What did the furniture company have to say?” he asked.
“The truck broke down in Nevada and won’t be here until Monday.”
“Monday,” Charlene said. “You mean you’re in that big house next door without a stick of furniture?”
“We brought a few things with us,” Jane said.
“Not beds. Not food.” Billie swiveled on her stool. “Can we stay in a hotel with cable this time, Mom? I hate these channels with nothing good on. Do you know that in one place they didn’t have the sports channel?”
“You’re not going to a hotel,” Charlene said. “There are plenty of extra rooms right here.”
Adam glared at his aunt. “I’m sure they’d be more comfortable in a place of their own.”
“He’s right. We wouldn’t want to impose.” Jane spoke without facing him.
“Why?” Billie asked. “I like Adam and he likes us. Charlene can teach me to play poker.”
“Poker?” Jane stared at Charlene who was suddenly interested in slipping her bracelets back on. “Charlene, you can’t teach a child—”
“I never said that. It was Adam. He’s always accusing me of things that aren’t true. I might be a little unconventional—”
“A little,” Adam growled. “The town eccentric is more like it.”
“That’s not fair. Orchard is a backwater town. It’s not my fault if I’ve had more experiences than the average local citizen.”
“Experiences? Is that what you call it when you get on the CB and invite truckers to stop by and sample your—”
“Adam!” Charlene stood and straightened to her full height. She was barely over five feet. He wasn’t the least bit intimidated. “There are children present.”
“Just me,” Billie said.
“Why don’t you wait on the lawn?” Jane handed her daughter the softball.
“But I wanna listen. You always send me out when it gets good.”
“When you’re a grown-up, you can send your children from the room. It’s one of the privileges of adulthood. Now scoot.”
Billie pulled on her cap, then left the room. Her footsteps dragged audibly on the bare wood floor.
“I’m leaving,” she yelled from the foyer. “I’ll be outside. Alone. In the dark.”
“Have fun,” Jane called. “And stay away from the windows.”
“Don’t tell me,” Charlene said.
“Yup. We’re here five minutes and she’s already broken one.”
“Definitely takes after her father.” Charlene smiled.
“What does that mean?” Jane asked quickly.
She put her arm around Jane’s shoulders. “Only that you never broke windows when you were a girl. You were always too much of a lady.”
Jane opened her mouth, as if she was going to protest, then shook her head.
“I give up. It’s late, we drove almost five hundred miles today.
I adore you.” She kissed Charlene’s cheek.
“But I can’t make heads or tails of anything right now.
Do not, under any circumstances, teach my daughter to play poker.
Adam.” She gave him a weary smile. “Thanks for the use of your phone. I’ll get you the money for the window and the—” she glanced at Charlene “—the other thing tomorrow.”
The overhead light cast shadows on her face and darkened the rings under her eyes.
Lines of fatigue deepened the hollows of her cheeks.
A few strands of hair had escaped from the braid.
One wisp drifted near the corner of her mouth.
He fought the urge to brush it away, to reach out and feel the silky smoothness of her skin.
The anger was well under control, but the want—He’d always known it was the most dangerous emotion.
“I insist you stay here,” Charlene said. “And Adam agrees with me.”
Jane was looking at him. The need to punish her—hurt her as he had been hurt—boiled up inside. His silence would be telling enough. She would know he didn’t want her here. But he wouldn’t risk letting her think she still mattered. Better to let her stay.
“That’s what neighbors do here,” he said. “You’ll have a whole wing to yourselves.”
“I don’t want to impose.” Two bright spots of color stained her cheeks.
“No imposition.” Even to his own ears his voice sounded strained. “Sally comes in five days a week. She always keeps the guest rooms ready.”
“But—”
“No buts.” Charlene linked her arm through Jane’s.
“It’s all arranged. Let’s go get that darling daughter of yours and collect your suitcases.
I see you’ve kept your hair long. I like it.
Maybe we can go to the salon together and you can get a trim.
I hate to criticize, dear, but Billie’s hair is quite atrocious.
You might want to have a little talk with her about the merits of acting like a lady… ”
Their voices faded as they walked toward the front door. Adam forced himself to relax. Jane and Billie would only be here for a couple of nights. It was a big house; they could easily avoid each other. And if they didn’t—
He shrugged. He didn’t have a problem with Jane Southwick now or ever.
Nine years ago she’d shown him the truth about relationships in general and theirs in particular.
Loving someone meant being left. He’d learned his lesson well.
He’d offered his heart to a young woman once and she’d returned it broken and bleeding.
That part of him was safely locked away, and no ghost from the past was going to find the key.
* * *
“You haven’t told him, have you?”
Jane glanced around the cheerful guest room, but there was nowhere to hide.
She finished putting out Billie’s nightgown, then checked to make sure the door to the bathroom was tightly closed.
The sounds of her daughter’s off-key singing and the splashing of water against the side of the tub continued uninterrupted.
All the activity was supposed to give her time to compose herself. It wasn’t working.
“You know,” Jane said, glancing up at her friend.
“How could I not?” Charlene stepped over to the bed and sat on the corner. “The eyes, her personality, the way she stands. A blind man could see it.”
The hard lump in her stomach doubled in size. Jane felt herself grow pale.
“I meant that as an expression, dear,” the older woman said hastily. “Nothing more.”
“Good. Because Adam—”
“Men don’t look for things like that.” Charlene took her hand and tugged, forcing Jane to sit on the bedspread, next to her. “Start from the beginning.”
Jane folded her hands in her lap. “I’ve made a mess of everything.”
“That sounds the tiniest bit exaggerated.”
“I left here nine years ago, had Adam’s baby and never told him.” She paused and drew in a breath. “Now I’m back and I’ve brought home his child. What would you call it?”