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Chapter Four

The Independence Parade was always the opening event of Charisma’s Fourth of July celebration. Although Josh enjoyed the festivities at Arbor Park, where the processional ended, he didn’t usually seek out a spot on the parade route to watch the various groups and floats go by. Of course, he didn’t usually have three little girls with him, but as soon as Jordyn had mentioned the parade and fireworks at the restaurant the night before, his nieces had been clamoring to attend. On the plus side, because they were in a hurry to get out of the house, they didn’t grumble too much about having sandwiches for lunch.

Shortly before one o’clock, Josh was piling the girls into his truck again because he knew that all the best viewing spots would be gone at least an hour before the parade started. It was a beautiful, clear day, which meant that the sun was in full force. Thankfully, Charlotte had reminded him about the bottle of sunscreen that her mom had packed, and he’d rubbed them all down before they left his condo and brought the bottle along to reapply as necessary. They were all wearing hats, too, but he still worried that they were likely to bake in the North Carolina sunshine.

There were some trees along the parade route, but those coveted spots were all occupied by the time he’d parked and herded the girls toward the end of the route, where they would be closer to the park for the other festivities when the processional ended. He hadn’t gone too far before he found Tristyn’s other sister, Lauryn, with her husband, Ryder, and their kids, Kylie and Zachary. Lauryn and Ryder rearranged their grouping to make room for Josh and his nieces to join them. Charlotte and Emily sat on the curb with Kylie, while Zach and Hanna perched on top of the chest cooler behind them.

He saw the speculation in Lauryn’s gaze as she looked at the three girls, so before she could ask, he turned to Ryder and questioned him about the restoration he’d recently completed in Watkinsville, Georgia. That topic kept the conversation going for a while, then Ryder said, “But we’ve got an even bigger project under construction right now.”

“What’s that?” he asked, at the same time Lauryn rolled her eyes at her husband.

“We were going to wait awhile before we told the whole world,” she reminded him.

“Josh isn’t the whole world—he’s practically a Garrett,” Ryder argued. “And since we’ve told the rest of the family—” he turned back to Josh “—he should know that we’re going to have another baby.”

“Congratulations,” Josh said, offering his hand to the handyman.

Though technically the baby that Lauryn was expecting would be her first with Ryder, her new husband had formally adopted the children from her previous marriage on the same day he’d married her, so that they officially became a family.

Josh couldn’t resist teasing Lauryn, asking, “One baby or two?”

“One,” she said quickly, firmly. “I have them one at a time. Jordyn’s the overachiever—and the twin gene came from Marco’s family.”

“One at a time works for me,” Ryder said. “Because making them is half the fun.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how much fun you think it is when you don’t get to sleep through the night for the first three months,” his wife quipped.

He snaked an arm around her waist and drew her close to his side. “You won’t be doing it on your own this time,” he told her.

She looked up at him, her expression filled with love and gratitude. “I know,” she admitted. “But I still think your plan to fill our house with six kids is a little over the top.”

“Six?” Josh echoed, stunned. Because six was twice as many as he was responsible for now, and after three days, he was beginning to doubt whether he would make it through the summer with his sanity intact.

“I think he just wants an excuse to build a really big house,” Lauryn confided.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking about an extension—” Ryder stopped abruptly when his wife held up a hand.

“I think I hear something,” she said.

“Is it starting?” Kylie asked.

“I think it might be,” her mom said.

Josh could hear it now, too—the drums and pipes that indicated the approach of a band from somewhere in the distance.

“I can’t see,” Hanna said.

“There’s nothing to see right now,” he told her.

But as the parade drew nearer, so did the crowd, edging ever closer to the curb. As a result, the little ones had trouble seeing past the bigger bodies, so Ryder lifted Zachary onto his shoulders and Josh did the same—a little uneasily—with Hanna.

The firm grip his youngest niece had on his hair suggested that she was as uneasy as he was—at least in the beginning. But she giggled when the fire department squirted the hot crowd with a hose and clapped when the majorettes paused in front of them to twirl and spin.

After the parade, he thanked Lauryn and Ryder for sharing their curb space, then directed the girls toward the park—where they spent almost an hour in line to have their faces painted before they went to get ice cream. As they made their way toward a cluster of picnic tables, his gaze avidly searched the crowd for a familiar face. He saw plenty of people he knew, but not the one person he most wanted to see.

They succeeded in snagging a picnic table in the shade—a minor miracle—and Charlotte and Emily mostly managed to finish their snacks before they melted. Hanna wasn’t nearly as successful, and by the time she’d given up on the soggy remnants of her cone, she was covered nose to chin with chocolate ice cream.

“Apparently you’ve got a lot to learn,” Tristyn teased as she set her cousin Andrew’s youngest daughter, Lilly, onto the bench with her ice-cream cone and offered Josh a container of wet wipes.

He hadn’t seen her approach, but his initial jolt of surprise was quickly supplanted by pleasure. And the pleasure grew as his gaze skimmed over her, from the ponytail on top of her head to the skimpy tank top that molded to her curves and short shorts that highlighted her mile-long legs.

“The first rule of child care,” she continued, “is never go anywhere without wet wipes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised, gratefully removing a disposable cloth from the container and clumsily attempting to remove the sticky residue from his niece’s face and hands. He glanced up at Tristyn. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

He was hoping she would object to the label, but she only said, “He’s helping set up the tables.”

Then, in a not-so-subtle attempt to change the topic of conversation, she turned her attention to his nieces to ask, “Did you guys see the parade?”

They responded enthusiastically and in great detail, their words spilling over one another so that he wondered how Tristyn could understand anything they were saying. As he continued to clean up Hanna, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Emily had stood up on the bench and was wiggling around.

“What are you doing?” he asked, horror dawning along with comprehension.

“I got ice cream on my shorts,” she told him, attempting to push the offending garment over her hips.

“Well, you can’t just take them off,” he admonished.

“But they’re sticky.”

The glint of amusement in Tristyn’s deep green eyes had him fighting to contain his own smile.

“Let’s see if I can help you get rid of the sticky,” Tristyn offered, taking a wipe from the container and scrubbing at the drip on Emily’s shorts.

Josh appreciated her help. He’d quickly discovered that taking care of three little girls was a lot more work than he’d anticipated—and gave him a whole new respect for his sister. He’d also realized that sharing the responsibility with someone else—with Tristyn—made it not just easier but more enjoyable. He continued to wipe ice cream from Hanna’s hands and face while Tristyn cleaned Emily’s shorts and Lilly sat quietly eating her ice cream.

“There you go,” Tristyn told Emily.

The little girl frowned at the wet spot.

“They’ll dry in just a few minutes,” Josh promised, anticipating her complaint. “Probably less in this heat.”

“Look, Unca Josh,” Hanna implored. “Bawoons!”

He turned to follow the direction her finger was pointing and saw a couple of clowns making balloon animals for the kids who had gathered around.

With a sigh of resignation, he returned the container of wipes to Tristyn. “When are the fireworks?” he asked wearily.

She laughed softly. “Not for hours and hours yet.”

“Do you want to come with us to get balloon animals?”

“Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “But I promised Rachel I would bring Lilly right back after she had her ice cream.”

“I guess I’ll see you later then,” he said, letting Hanna tug him away from the bench.

“No doubt,” she agreed.

After the girls each had a balloon animal in hand, Josh steered them toward the Garretts’ usual picnic spot.

His best friend’s family had expanded over the past several years, as Daniel and his brothers and cousins all got married and started families of their own. Now there were kids ranging in age from nine months to twelve years, and his nieces were immediately accepted into the fold.

Although Charlotte was a few years younger than Maura and Dylan, they were letting her hang out with them; Emily was playing on a nearby climbing structure with Kylie and Oliver; and Hanna had apparently become new best friends with Jacob and Zachary. The family wasn’t finished expanding yet, either. Ryan’s wife, Harper, was about six weeks away from her due date and, as he’d learned a few hours earlier, Tristyn’s sister Lauryn was scheduled to add to her family around Christmas.

In fact, looking around at the various couples and groups, he realized that Tristyn was the only one of Daniel’s cousins who wasn’t yet married—and he wondered if the guy she was with planned to change that.

Marco had introduced Josh to Rafe when he arrived, which was how he’d learned that Tristyn’s date was also Marco’s cousin and the head chef at Valentino’s II.

“So you’re the reason that Tristyn canceled our plans last night,” Rafe commented, as he shook Josh’s hand.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, as Marco moved away to help his wife set up a portable play yard for their boys.

“No need to be,” the other man assured him. “She explained the situation, and I know she’d never walk away from a friend in need of help.”

Though Josh couldn’t deny the accuracy of the description, it still grated on his nerves that Rafe was so dismissive of the time Tristyn had spent with him. It was as if the guy was so secure in his relationship with her, he had no worries about his girlfriend hanging out with another man. Admittedly, she’d been hanging out with another man and three kids, but still.

“There you are,” Tristyn said, a smile lighting her face as she made her way toward them. And for just a second, Josh thought she was talking to him. Then she linked her arm through Rafe’s, effectively dispelling that notion. “Your nonna’s looking for you.”

“And I’m hiding from her,” Rafe admitted. “It’s my day off and I don’t want to talk about tweaking any of my recipes or any other restaurant business today.”

“Then let’s take a walk before dinner,” she suggested, leading him away. “I saw your aunt brought cannoli, which means that I need to get a head start on burning off the extra calories.”

Not wanting to watch them wander off together, Josh purposely turned in the other direction.

* * *

Josh spent some time hanging out with Daniel and Kenna and their kids; chatted with Harper about her return to WNCC—the local television station for which she now produced the morning show—and her plans for juggling her promotion with a new baby; and congratulated Braden and Cassie on their recent engagement. All the while, he kept a close eye on his three nieces, who were more than happy with their new friends. When the food was finally set out—the selection covering most of two picnic tables—everyone dropped what they were doing to get in line. Since Josh hadn’t brought anything to contribute to the potluck, he bought a couple platters of burgers and sausages from the Fireman’s Picnic—another Fourth of July tradition, which brought together the local ladder companies to cook up various offerings, with the proceeds going to support the children’s wing of Mercy Hospital.

“I haven’t seen you eat anything,” Jane Garrett said, handing him a plate piled high with a double-decker cheeseburger, potato wedges, pasta salad and baked beans.

“I wasn’t going to go hungry,” he assured her. “I just wanted to make sure the girls were taken care of first.”

“Tristyn helped the little one with her plate, but the other two managed to take care of themselves.”

“The little one’s Hanna,” he said. “Emily is playing with Kylie, and Charlotte is with Maura and Dylan.”

Jane smiled. “They’re beautiful girls.”

“Those Slater genes always come out on top,” he teased.

“And still, you don’t have any of your own running around here.”

“And still, I somehow ended up responsible for three kids,” he noted wryly.

“Your sister obviously trusted you to take care of her daughters.”

“My sister obviously had no other options,” he countered.

His friend’s mother shook her head. “Don’t go selling yourself short.”

He chuckled. “No one’s ever accused me of doing that before.”

“I’ve known you a lot of years,” she reminded him. “And I’ve admittedly known you to coast if you thought you could get away with it. High school English class, for example, when you decided to watch a movie rather than read the book it was based on in order to write a report.”

Josh took a bite of the burger, so that he’d be too busy chewing to be able to respond to her allegation.

“I’ve also known you to show an incredible amount of focus and determination when something matters to you,” she continued. “The success of GSR in such a short period of time is proof of that.”

He swallowed. “Thank you,” he said cautiously.

“Now I’m wondering when you’re going to show that same level of commitment in a personal relationship.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” he assured her. “I’m perfectly happy with my life just the way it is.”

“I do need to worry about you,” she countered. “My other boys are all married now and have wives to take care of them. You’re the only holdout.”

He smiled. “You do realize I’m not actually your fourth son?”

“Of course I do. And lucky for you that you’re not, or the thoughts you have when you look at my youngest niece would be highly inappropriate.”

He nearly choked on a potato wedge. He coughed, cleared his throat. “You think you can read my mind now?”

“I don’t need to be a mind reader to recognize lust in a man’s eye,” she told him.

“Jesu—Jeez,” he hastily amended. “I don’t—I mean—” He blew out a breath. “Okay, this is incredibly awkward.”

Jane just chuckled. “I’ve watched you watch her for years,” she admitted. “And I’ve been wondering when you’re going to stop watching and actually do something to get the girl.”

“I’m not,” he told her. Reminded himself.

“Why not?” she demanded.

“Because Tristyn’s a keeper,” he answered honestly. “And I’m not the kind of guy who’s looking to keep a woman.”

She smiled knowingly. “It’s been my experience that most guys think they’re not that kind of guy—until the right woman comes along.”

* * *

Tristyn was pleased to see that Josh had brought his nieces to the Fourth of July celebration. She wasn’t pleased to realize how often her attention wandered in their direction throughout the afternoon. She told herself that she was just making sure the girls were having a good time, because she could imagine how difficult it was for them to be away from everything and everyone that was familiar for the summer. But after some initial hesitation, they appeared to have found their niche with the other kids. And the truth was, she spent a lot of time watching Josh watch the girls.

“Has your friend figured out what he’s going to do with his nieces for the summer?” Rafe asked, proving that he was aware of the focus of her attention.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “But they were only dropped on his doorstep a few days ago.”

“You mentioned that when you called last night.”

She tipped her head back to look at him. “I’m really sorry I bailed on you at the last minute.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “If I had three kids dumped on me, I’d be grateful for an extra set of hands.”

“If you had three kids dumped on you, your mother and nonna would both be there in a heartbeat. Josh’s family is...scattered. His other sister is in London, his parents are in France—or maybe Germany. His grandparents are local, but I don’t know that they’d be able to keep up with three kids.”

“Then he’s lucky he has you,” Rafe said.

Though his tone was casual, his word choice seemed deliberately odd to her. “He doesn’t have me,” Tristyn replied.

“Are you sure about that?” he probed.

She felt her cheeks flush. “Of course I’m sure.”

“Because while you’re doing a pretty good job of pretending that you’re not looking at him, he’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s watching you,” Rafe said.

“Josh is Daniel’s best friend and business partner, which means he’s like another cousin to me—as if I didn’t already have enough,” she said lightly.

“One of the things I’ve always liked about you is that you’re forthright and honest,” he told her. “So I’m going to assume that you’re not being deliberately deceitful now but are in denial of his feelings and your own.”

She frowned, not finding either of those options particularly appealing.

He took both her hands. “When I first met you, at Marco and Jordyn’s wedding, you completely took my breath away. After I spent some time with you, I was pleased to discover that a woman so incredibly beautiful could also be warm and witty and fun. And while it’s been frustrating—for both of us, I think—to try to mesh our schedules to spend time together, I always suspected that wasn’t the only obstacle between us.”

“Rafe,” she began, not sure what else she planned to say, just certain that she didn’t like the direction she could see this conversation headed.

But he didn’t seem to expect her to say anything else. He only dipped his head to kiss her. On the forehead.

“I have to go to the restaurant to do the prep for tomorrow,” he said.

“I thought you’d decided to stay for the fireworks and save the prep for the morning,” she reminded him.

“I think I’d rather get it done tonight,” he decided.

Tristyn watched him walk away, feeling guilty and remorseful—and maybe just a little bit relieved.

* * *

The girls were tuckered out long before dark, but they didn’t want to leave before the fireworks. So Josh, with Hanna snuggled in his lap, settled in where he could keep an eye on Charlotte and Emily, who were sprawled on the blankets spread out on the grass for the remaining children. Several of the couples with little ones had gone: Jordyn and Marco had taken Henry and Liam home after dinner; Daniel and Kenna had followed a short while later with Jacob and Logan; and Braden and Cassie had slipped away with Saige soon after that.