Part 8 (2/2)
Jimmyhad taken his share of tumbles, too-most notably at the age of two and ahalf when he'd fallen from the top of the kitchen counter, which he'd scaledin order to gorge himself on the gingerbread men she'd set out to cool. He'dbeen as resilient as a rubber ball. Grady had sworn he'd actually bounced.
Her heart thumped a little too fast as she tiptoed across the hand-woven rugto smooth just the tips of her fingers over the thatch of unruly hair that wasas thick and silky now as his dad's.
Flynn was right, she thought, smiling through a sudden wash of happy tears.Her baby needed a haircut. Not his favorite thing, something else he'dinherited from his dad, who, even as a giant of a man, had squirmed like alittle boy whenever he'd had to sit still for more than a fewminutes.
After their first and last nerve-racking trip to the barbershop, she andGrady had taken to tr.i.m.m.i.n.g Jimmy's hair themselves. Ithadtaken the two ofthem to get him shorn-one to do the cutting, the other to distract him with afavorite story. Since Grady still read painfully slowly, he made up storiesinstead. About a famous circus clown namedJimbo who was always havingoutrageous adventures.
They'd had so much, she and Grady. A fantastic son, a funky house full oflaughter-theirs and the lingering vibrations of other families-and each other.
If only- No, she told herself firmly. Don't go down that road. Think of the blessingsyou have now, not the ones you let slip away.
Careful not to make noise, she closed the door and continued down the hall tothe living room. She expected to find Grady awake, perhaps out running the wayhe'd done almost every morning of their marriage. Instead, to her surprise, hewas still deeply asleep, sprawled on his back on the floor with only theblanket she'd given him as a mattress.
His jeans and s.h.i.+rt were slung over a chair, his running shoes nearby. Hislong legs were half tangled in the sheet, the pillow in the flowered casecradled against his wide, bare chest in much the same way he'd once held her.
His lean, somewhat bony face, framed by one thick forearm crooked behind hishead, was turned her way. The brutally gaunt lines of his cheeks were softeneda little by thick stubble the color of wheat, but nothing could disguise thedeep lines of bitterness and suffering bracketing his mouth. Lines that hadn'tbeen there three years ago.
Like Jimmy's, his hair was tousled, the glossy, springy strands of light anddark blond, and a surprising amount of silver, blended into a provocativemixture that defied precise description. In contrast to the soft thatch, thepermanent lines etched into his forehead seemed painfully harsh.
He looked worn out.
No wonder, she thought, her heart tumbling a little. Three nights on asagging sofa and now this.
Even though the room was cool, his bare chest was covered with a fine film ofsweat, giving his skin the illusion of hand-rubbed bronze, and the triangle ofhair curled in damp ringlets around the tiny flat nipples.
As she stood there debating whether to wake him or not, he stirredrestlessly, muttering something only he understood before drawing up one leg.The sheet fell away, and she saw that he was wearing only dark blue briefs,the thin cotton stretched taut to accommodate his s.e.x.
He was, she realized suddenly, partially aroused, as though his dream was anerotic one. Feeling a disturbing and decidedly s.e.xual tug in her midsection,she scrupulously averted her gaze as she tiptoed past.
Sensing an intrusion, a presence, Grady fought through a gray wall ofexhaustion, his body already reacting before his mind was fully alert.Consequently he was halfway to his feet before he realized where he was.
”Is it Jimmy?” he demanded when he sawRia tiptoeing past. She was wearing athin cotton robe the color of lime sherbet, and her hair was still a littlemussed. His libido sneaked in a hard kick, adding more pressure to his alreadyheavy groin.
”Good morning,” she said, altering her course in order to open the drapescovering the large picture window overlooking the building's tidy front lawn.”I was on the way to the kitchen to make coffee. I tried not to wake you.”
”What time is it?”
”A little past six.”
Grady remembered looking at his watch around four. Two hours wasn't much, but.i.t was better than the night before.
He reached for his jeans, far too aware of the heavy throb of arousal that hesuspected had been the result of yet another dream of her. Sometimes heremembered them in stark and painful degree. Sometimes he woke with only wispsof memory. Both left him with a lingering feeling of loss.
He stretched his stiff back, then rubbed his hand over his whisker-roughenedcheeks. In spite of the bath he'd gotten while cooling down his son,hefelt alittle too raunchy for polite company.
”Mind if I use your shower?”
Her gaze skittered to his belly, and he realized he was rubbing the fire thatburned there now morning and night.
”No, of course not.”
He glanced at the duffel, then narrowed his gaze her way. Her skin was pale,but her eyes had lost the sad look that had tortured him every time he'd seenher during the twenty-six miserable months since she'd stopped being his wife.
”I'm pretty much out of clean clothes. Guess you threw away all those olds.h.i.+rts you used to sleep in.”
She nodded. ”I'm afraid I-no, wait, Idohave one that I used when I painted myoffice at the Center. It's fairly ratty, but it's clean-and it doesn't smelllike cigar.” His heart stuttered when she suddenly smiled. ”If you make the coffee, I'll dig it out for you.”
He decided there wasn't much hewouldn'tdo for another of those smiles. ”You got a deal.”
Kate arrived while Grady was in the shower. Nearly six feet tall and a.s.sleekly stylish as a haute couture model, with short platinum curls framing acla.s.sically beautiful face and brilliant blue eyes, Kate turned heads, bothmale and female, wherever she went.
An avid feminist and avowed cynic, she andRia were temperamental opposites.The Viking and the Earth Mother,Tova called them.
Born and reared in Shaker Heights, Ohio, the only daughter of a corporateCEO, Katie's upbringing had been as rich in love and security asRia's had beenimpoverished. It had been her money that had bought the big old house onWabash Drive. The operating capital, however, came from fees and donations.Twice a year they had a fund-raising reception at which Katie shone like apriceless jewel in glittering designer chic and pearls.
EverythingRia knew about the upscale side of life, she'd learned from Katie.At the moment, however, dressed in baggy safari shorts and a faded red cargos.h.i.+rt with a frayed collar and an ink stain on one sleeve, Katie looked morelike a harried, overworked coed than the pampered only daughter of amultimillionaire.
”Coffee,” she muttered as she followedRia into the kitchen. ”Lots and lots ofcoffee. Make it strong.”
”Trust me, it's strong,”Ria tossed over her shoulder. And as black as sin.
As soon as Grady had disappeared into the bathroom with the old Boilermakers.h.i.+rt draped over his shoulder and one big hand wrapped around a mug of thesteaming caffeine sludge he'd brewed, she'd ducked into her bedroom to slipinto shorts and a sleeveless V-necked s.h.i.+rt. She'd only been able to find oneof her sandals, so her feet were still bare.
”It's going to be another scorcher today,” Kate muttered as she deposited herblack bag and a bulging purse the size of a small car on the counter. ”Gottatell you, toots, I was well and truly blown away by your call last night,” shedeclared before braving the steam of the coffee mugRia handed her to take agreedy sip. ”Which, by the way, caught me just coming out of the shower. AfterI hung up, I danced around the housestarkers for a good twenty minutes. Darnnear wore myself out celebrating.”
Riagrinned. ”Now that was something I'd pay big money to see.”
Katie's lips curled at the corners. ”Pres seemed to like it.”
Rianearly choked on her own testing sip. ”Pres?”
”Preston Woodward IV. An old friend from Shaker.”
”Friend as in friend-friend or friend-lover?”
”Yes and yes.” She took another longer sip, her eyes twinkling.
Riashook her head.
”So, Mom, how's your baby boy doing on this already miserably humid day?”
Riafelt her face soften. One day, maybe, she'd take his reappearance in herlife for granted. But she wasn't anywhere near that stage yet. ”Still sleepinglike a little angel last time I checked.”
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