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Bryan scanned the garage and walked back into the house. “Where’d you put the ladder, Kevin?”

“Still in the truck. What’re you doing?”

“Mrs. Richards needs some help picking apples before the frost gets them. She’s going to watch the baby, so don’t worry.”

Kevin met him at the front door. “Every time she sees me she offers to take care of him for us. Her ladder’s a little rickety, so I’ll run get another one from the warehouse and help.”

Bryan stopped him. “Fine, but the pie’s mine.”

“You haven’t seen her pies, bud.” He opened his hands to show several inches. “If she asks, we want the Dutch apple.”

An elderly woman walked across the driveway and reached for the baby. “It’s such a tragedy about this little one’s mother. I hope you found Jacob a good sitter. He needs a mommy.” Jacob went without a fuss, while Bryan and Kevin smiled at one another.

“My secretary helped me find a wonderful child care provider. He’s very happy there.”

“It’s not one of the big places that you see on those scandal reports, is it?”

Bryan laughed openly. “Not at all. Laura watches a few kids in her home. She’s been doing child care for several years.”

“You pick a sack of apples for her, too, then. Dutch apple as usual, Kevin?”

Wrapping his arm around the woman’s shoulders, Kevin gave her a gentle hug. “You make the best, Lil. Need any other jobs done while we’re here?”

“Bribery. So, one pie’s not enough anymore, huh?”

Bryan had carried the ladder back to the yard and returned for the boxes to hold the apples, just in time to hear the woman’s remark. He looked to Kevin, silently scolding him for begging for more. “I was joking, Kevin. One’s plenty.”

“Oh, pshaw. You two could use a few more calories. No wonder Kevy can’t find a nice girl. Nothing to hold on to.” Then pinching Jacob’s cheek, she turned back to her house. “And your daddy shouldn’t have any trouble finding you a suitable mother.”

Once Lillian Richards was inside the house, Kevin pinched Bryan’s cheek. “No trouble, at all. Bless her for not placing her spell on me!”

“I take it that means I don’t need the extra calories, huh?”

The door opened again. “Kevin, I do need the deep freeze moved to clean under it, if you two wouldn’t mind.” The two men looked at each other and grimaced.

When Kevin returned with the second ladder, the jibing resumed. “Yup, all you need to straighten your life out is a wife.” He roared with laughter.

“At least I can get one,” Bryan returned.

“Thank heavens, I can’t.”

Bryan picked a rotten apple and threw it at Kevin, hitting him in the stomach as he reached to the top of the tree for more apples, the surprise knocking him off the ladder. As expected, Kevin popped back up, both hands loaded, and ready to fire.

“If you weren’t so skinny, you wouldn’t have even felt that.”

“Boys,” a high-pitched voice hollered. “The baby’s diaper needs changing. I don’t know how to use these paper things.”

“He’s your son,” Kevin bragged. “I’m only the uncle. That means, I don’t have diaper duty.”

“Kevin, since you’re already on the ground, why don’t you give his daddy a break,” Lillian called.

“Yeah, give me a break.” Bryan chuckled.

At dinner that night, Kevin placed the meat loaf on the table and sat down. “The football team’s doing great You’ve taught them a lot, Bryan.”

Sprinkling his food with salt and pepper, Bryan eyed his friend. “They’re eager learners. And the game’s still fun.”

“Imagine that.” Kevin chuckled, pouring himself an over-size glass of milk. The ragged University of Colorado shirt, left over from their college days, was evidence of his friend’s dedication to the sport.

Bryan knew that Kevin wanted to rub it in that he’d staged the entire winning fanatic episode on purpose. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying, “I told you so.” In his own mind, there was no comparing coaching three days a week to being a father.

Jacob sat in the high chair next to the table, playing with a set of plastic keys while Bryan shoveled spoonfuls of strained fruit into his hungry son’s mouth as quickly as he could.

“I have to be out of town Tuesday night. Do you want me to ask Laura to watch him?”

“I can handle it. Pick him up after work Tuesday, then take him back to Laura in the morning, right?” He scooped another bite of mashed potatoes into his mouth. “No problem.”

Bryan finished his bite then added, “You’ll go through his whole routine, won’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, bottle, play, diaper, eat cereal and fruit, play, then bed. We’ll be fine.”

“No, it’s bottle, eat, bath, play, read a book, music, then, bed. Want me to write it down?” Bryan pulled a pen from his shirt pocket along with a pad of paper.

“I don’t have to sing, do I?”

“Whatever you do, don’t sing. You want him to sleep, don’t you? Laura gave us some lullaby tapes. I turn them on before he goes down.”

“No bottles during the night?”

Bryan shook his head.

“Piece of cake.”

Tuesday night, Bryan called from the hotel to check on his son and Kevin. They were getting along fine. It was him that was having difficulty. He used to enjoy the traveling. Since his son had arrived, he’d reassigned the accounts that required overnight stays to the junior executives. He hadn’t felt right flying off when he was just getting to know his little boy.

This account was different. The owner of the company had requested Bryan, and his boss had given him no choice in the matter. Though he was grateful that his superiors had given him time to adjust to his new circumstances, he’d realized that it couldn’t last. Traveling was part of his job, an aspect that he could no longer delegate to others.

It created a difficult situation that he’d ignored up until now. Expecting Kevin to fill in as daddy wasn’t fair. He’d already welcomed them into his home while Bryan looked for something to reinvest the money from his and Andrea’s home into.

The arrangement was working well for both of them so far. When Bryan had learned about his son, Kevin discouraged him from finding a place of his own right away, claiming the adjustment would be easier with two of them. He’d been right. Bryan didn’t know how he could have managed alone.

In the meantime, Bryan had invested his profits into the expansion of Kevin’s construction company. At the rate business was booming, Kevin would be paying back the money ahead of schedule.

Bryan loosened his tie and kicked off his loafers, then turned on the evening news. After three reports of rising crime, he changed the channel, stopping to listen to the catchy children’s tune. What was he going to do when he had to be away for a week, or like the job in Sweden, a month? Something had to change.