Part 13 (1/2)
”What's funny?”
”You had that exact same expression on your face the very first time I kissed you.” His voice seemed to come from his toes as he remembered their first kiss. He'd had no idea how innocent she was until that night. How could she still have that virginal look of awe?
Her cheeks turned a darker pink and embarra.s.sment replaced the wonder, making her appear even more naive. ”Is that a good thing?”
He continued to caress her cheek. ”I don't know.”
Her hold around his neck slackened as she slipped her hands from around his neck. She smoothed his s.h.i.+rt where her earlier kneading had wrinkled the chambray. Looking at her hands, she winced. ”I'd better get the grill started. The potatoes should be done in thirty minutes.”
She moved away without looking at him, leaving him feeling bereft. What the h.e.l.l had happened to put such chill in the air? Wis.h.i.+ng he could take her back into his arms, he swallowed as she moved through the kitchen.
Had she sensed the battle going on within him? Had reminding her of their early past upset her? Or was she expecting more than he could give? She couldn't expect him to simply forget about how she'd betrayed him, and he was a fool for giving in to the l.u.s.t. But as she opened the French doors leading to the patio, he knew one kiss hadn't been enough. Whatever her motives were for getting involved with him again, he now had his own. He wouldn't stop until she was in his bed, but he'd never love her again.
He couldn't.
However, before anything could happen, they had to get through supper with their kids. ”Tracy, wait.”
She turned, and he crossed the kitchen to the open door. He saw the uncertainty in her expression. ”Let me grill the steaks. That way you can finish with the rest of the meal.”
He had no idea what he'd said, but her face beamed as she patted him on the chest and pa.s.sed him to return to the kitchen. ”That would be fantastic! There's the grill.”
”What's their names again?” Mandy got down on her knees in the middle of Bobby's bedroom to play with the dogs.
”The darker one is Ginger and the lighter brown one is Cinnamon. They belong to my grandma.”
As Ginger licked her face, Mandy giggled. ”We have a dog, too. Her name is Bailey. I want a kitty, but Daddy won't let me have one. Says we have too many barn cats already. I really like kitty-cats. Grandma Jackie has three.”
Bobby liked Cinnamon and Ginger, but he'd like to have his own dog. The only pets he had were in a gla.s.s aquarium. ”Hey would you like to see my frogs?”
”Sure.” Mandy stopped playing with the dogs. She peered through the gla.s.s of the aquarium sitting on a stand by the windows of the big room. ”Cool!”
”You like frogs?” He never played with girls, but Mandy was different. She didn't act like a girl. When they'd played at Uncle Dylan's wedding, he'd expected her to be a sissy. But he'd never forget what she looked like in that frilly dress when she followed him into the lake to play in the wateruntil her dad yelled at them to get out.
She looked over at him with a big gap-toothed grin. ”Oh, yeah. Once I found one in Grandma's garden and picked it up.” She shrugged and giggled. ”I thought she'd scream her head off when I showed it to her. It was so funny.”
Bobby matched her smile. ”My aunt Charli hates 'em, too. She doesn't like snakes either. There's lots of snakes in the lake over on b.u.t.terfly. She wants Uncle Dylan to get rid of 'em, but he won't 'cause they eat mice and stuff like that.”
”Do you like to ride?” Mandy asked after a few moments more of watching the three tropical frogs hanging on to the side of the gla.s.s.
”II never went riding.” He wasn't going to tell her his dad didn't want him to learn to ride. ”But Uncle Dylan is gonna teach me and give me a horse.” He wanted his mom to get him a horse. His uncle Dylan had told him he'd teach him if his mom wouldn't. ”I bet you have a pony.”
She turned and leaned against the aquarium stand. ”I have a horse, too. My daddy gave me Holly for Christmas last year. I got my pony Poppy for my birthday after we moved to Texas. Daddy's teaching me how barrel race on him. I'm gonna be in the rodeo at the fair next summer.”
”Oh, wow.” Sure, she could probably get whatever horse she wanted. The Cartwrights owned a horse ranch and her dad had been a rodeo cowboy. ”Where'd you live before moving here?”
”Wyoming.”
”Why'd you move?”
He watched Mandy lose her smile. ”My momma went to live in heaven with Jesus.”
”Oh. You mean she died?” She nodded, and he said, ”I thought your dad and mom were divorced.”
She shook her head. ”But your momma and daddy are, right?”
”Yeah, they're divorced, and they hate each other. I live with my dad every other week. He's great.” He thought about the football game when the other team was winning. His dad wasn't so great then. He'd threatened to take away all of his video games and told him he was playing like a baby. He hated when his dad got like that.
Mandy puckered her mouth as if she was thinking really hard. ”I don't remember much about Momma anymore. We have pictures of her, but sometimes I forget things. I remember she'd take me to the park and play with me. I didn't see much of my daddy. He was a Marine and fought in the war.”
”My uncle Dylan was in the Army, and Granddad Quinn was a general.” Bobby couldn't imagine not being able to remember his dad, or never seeing him again. Or his mom. He'd really miss his mom if she ever went totally away. It made him sorry for the little girl. When she only nodded and continued to stare into the frog tank, he asked, ”How old were you when your mom died?”
She glanced at him. ”Almost four. She died in a car wreck. But now she's an angel in heaven and helps G.o.d take care of sick people. She was a nurse and that's what she does in heaven.”
He didn't know much about angels. His mom took him to church on Sunday mornings when he was with her, but his dad didn't go to church. He didn't think Dad even believed in the stuff the preacher talked about. Bobby liked to think there was a heaven, but sometimes it all seemed too confusing.
Before he could show her his new Xbox game, she asked, ”Do you think your momma will be my daddy's girlfriend?”
He sharpened his gaze on the girl. ”What do you mean?”
”I think me and Daddy need a subst.i.tute momma. You know, like a subst.i.tute teacher. She could do my hair and teach me about girl stuff and play with me like my real momma did. My grandma tries when I'm with her and so does Amymy other babysitterbut I'm not with them much when Daddy's at work. I'm in school or at the daycare.”
”You want my mom and your dad to get married?”
”Yeah, I guess someday. I like your momma lots,” she said softly after a while and turned toward the frogs again.
”I'd like my mom and dad to get back together. I don't like your dad.”
She looked at him. ”Why not? My daddy is nice. He gave you a football.”
Bobby had expected Zack to ignore him, but Zack talked about the game at which he and his mom had sat together.
”You said your momma and daddy hate each other,” she reminded him.
Bobby moved over to where his games were stored and wouldn't look at her. His mom wouldn't let him have his gaming system in his room, but he kept his favorite games on a shelf by his bed. Someday when his dad and mom got married again, he'd have a TV in his room like he did at Dad's house.
”I think my daddy likes your momma.” Amanda's quiet voice broke into his thoughts. ”I caught him looking at pictures last night. They were of him and Miz Tracy from before he and Momma were married.”
”Yeah, I think they were boyfriend and girlfriend back when they were in high school or something.” He didn't want to think about having Zack in his mother's life. ”Let's go down to the lake out front. Maybe we can find some other neat stuff.”
Mandy looked up at him and smiled toothlessly again. ”Maybe we can find some more frogs.”
He grinned and hoped her dad never found a subst.i.tute mom to teach her about girl stuff. He liked her exactly the way she was. ”Yeah. Let's go before Mom gets dinner ready. Hopefully, she doesn't burn the steaks. She usually does.”
Mandy giggled.
”You know my mom can't cook, don't you?” he asked as they left his room. Maybe then she'd see his mom wasn't right for the job she wanted for her.