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ОглавлениеBefore Lucy could even consider teaching her first Saturday-morning beginner’s ballet class, she needed two things—a Diet Coke and her sunglasses.
Assuming she’d left her sunglasses at work yesterday, since they weren’t on the floor of her car, Lucy had left early enough to swing by Graham’s office this morning and then hit the drive-through. Some things were worth the sacrifice of a few minutes of lost sleep.
Graham had given her a key to the office on Wednesday, which she considered his peace offering after their confrontation Tuesday. The rest of the week they’d been cordial to each other. Lucy had been scrambling to learn about the job, and Graham had been Mr. Polite. He’d been patient with her and completely professional. He treated her the way she saw him treat everyone else—very respectfully. It bored her just a titch, and Lucy had almost found herself wishing for the snarly Graham back, if only for the entertainment value.
She pulled into the lot of the small redbrick building, surprised to see Graham’s car there. Did he work Saturdays, too?
Lucy parked and walked inside, calling out her arrival. When no one answered, she checked the reception desk. Score. Her favorite Ray-Ban sunglasses—red on the front, multicolored on the inside—were peeking out from under some papers. She grabbed them.
“Hi, Lucy.”
She placed a hand over her thudding heart and turned. “Hey, Mattie. What are you up to?”
“I was drawing in Daddy’s office. He’s working.”
Huh. That did not sound like a fun Saturday to Lucy.
“What are you wearing?” Mattie’s eyes traveled the length of Lucy’s dance sweatshirt, striped fitted shirt that landed just past her hips, leggings and bright green Converse high-tops.
“Clothes for teaching dance. Except for the shoes. Those I have to change when I get there because you can’t wear ballet shoes on the street.”
“You teach dance?” Mattie’s eyes grew large. She bounced on the toes of her pink tennis shoes. “And do you wear the pink slippers?”
“Yes and yes.” Delight had erased the seriousness Lucy had come to expect on Mattie’s face.
“And you do the twirls?”
A pirouette. “Yes.” Lucy stooped to Mattie’s height. “Do you...do you want to take ballet, Mattie?”
She nodded quickly, then looked down at the floor.
“Have you asked your dad?”
She shook her head.
Why hadn’t she asked Graham? In the past few days, Lucy had learned the little girl was a miniature adult—possibly more mature than Lucy—and that she always seemed slightly sad.
That last one killed Lucy. She couldn’t curb the deep desire to make it better, to give the girl some fun. A little joy.
When Lucy had been ten, her uncle had died unexpectedly. Her dad had been devastated over losing his brother, and Lucy had taken it upon herself to cheer him up.
She’d done everything she could to bring happiness back into his life. She’d put on plays. Performed hilarious songs. Made him funny cards and left him notes. Sneaked silly faces at the dinner table. Eventually, it had worked. Dad had called her his sunshine, and cheering people up had become her thing. She already read people’s emotions quickly, so delving into helping them came naturally.
And Lucy just couldn’t resist bringing some cheer into sweet, serious Mattie’s life.
“I think we should ask him.”
Mattie bit her lip. “Okay.”
Lucy glanced at her watch. She wouldn’t have time for her Diet Coke run if she talked to Graham about Mattie doing dance. But when a little hand slipped into hers, Lucy knew it didn’t matter.
Her decision had already been made.
* * *
Graham heard a noise down the hall and stood from behind his desk. Hopefully it wasn’t a patient popping in. He wasn’t exactly looking professional in jeans, an untucked blue cotton button-down and brown leather tennis shoes.
More likely the noise was just Mattie. She’d been drawing quietly in his office, but she must have wandered off. He’d promised her they’d do something fun this afternoon to make up for working on the weekend. Being Mattie, she’d agreed without an argument.
He really did not deserve her.
He poked his head out of his office door and found Mattie and Lucy coming down the hall hand in hand. His daughter had been pestering him with questions about Lucy all week. Turned out Graham didn’t know that much about her, so he wasn’t much of a help to Mattie.
He did know that the past three days with Lucy had gone much better than Tuesday morning. They’d settled into a working relationship in which Graham didn’t have a ton of interaction with her outside of work questions—and he was thankful for that.
In the past few days, she’d managed to lose only one chart (Graham had later found it filed under the first name instead of the last), and she’d shredded a stack of notes he’d left that needed to be added to charts. He was working on rewriting those this morning. But, beyond that, she’d charmed his daughter, made friends with Danielle and managed to deal with his sometimes crazy patients and make it look easy.
Lucy and Mattie stopped in front of him, some kind of trouble hiding behind their shared glance.
In leggings and bright green tennis shoes with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, Lucy looked the part of dance instructor. Maybe she’d forgotten which job she was going to this morning.
“Graham.” She paused to wink at Mattie. “We have a question to ask you.”
Unease trickled through him. “Okay.”
“Mattie expressed an interest in going to dance class. The one I teach on Saturday mornings is beginner’s ballet. It would be perfect for her.”
Perfect? Lucy had no idea what she was talking about. The only activity perfect for Mattie was yoga. Although she could probably pull a muscle in that. Something with padding around her whole body and no physical contact would do. But since that sport didn’t exist, he’d vote no.
His daughter had a major propensity for getting hurt. The last sport Mattie had played was soccer. She’d ended up with a concussion. Who got a concussion in peewee soccer? When she’d begged to take gymnastics, she’d sprained her wrist within the first week.
If there was a competition for reading fast, Mattie would rock it. Or a spelling bee. She could totally do that. He should check if her school had—
“What do you think? Can she come to class with me?”
“I think you’re good, aren’t you, Mattie?”
Mattie stared at him, seconds feeling like hours. “Okay, Daddy.” Her hand slipped from Lucy’s and she walked down the hall, her little shoulders slouching.
Graham rubbed a fist over his aching heart. He wanted to make her happy, but more than anything, he wanted to keep her safe. Sometimes parents had to make the hard decisions, and this was one of them.
“Are you joking?” Lucy’s hands landed on her hips, and she looked as though he’d just told her she couldn’t buy another pair of shoes all year. Guess it had been naive of him to think she’d walk away and let him handle his daughter’s care without injecting her opinion. “You can tell she wants to go. It’s obvious. Why won’t you let her?”
“You’re overstepping your bounds, Lucy. You don’t understand.”
“What I understand is that little girl will do anything for you—including give up a dance class she really wants to go to. You should have seen her light up when we were talking about it. She wants to go.”
“Mattie struggles with athletics. I don’t want her getting injured or feeling left out if she’s not as good as the other girls.” Rarely did he get heated, but right now? Not feeling so calm. “Plus, who are you to have an opinion about Mattie or question my parenting? You’re acting like a sixteen-year-old.”
“I’m offended for sixteen-year-olds everywhere. And you’re acting like an ancient grump.”
“At thirty-one, I am ancient compared to you. And since I’m Mattie’s old, grumpy father, I get to make the decisions.”
“I’m twenty-four. You’re not that much older than me.”
“I am in wisdom.” What? That sentence didn’t even make sense. “Age doesn’t matter. I’m her father. It’s my choice.” Graham did the math in his head. “Wait—didn’t you just graduate from college last year?” A fifth-year senior. The way Lucy acted, he could see her not finishing in four.
“Yes. Before I started college, I traveled with a dance team.”
“And then you went to college after that?”
She nodded.
He was being a jerk. Again. Why did he expect the worst from Lucy? Most people wouldn’t take time off and still go back to school. She should be commended. But while she might surprise him in certain areas, she was definitely driving him nuts right now.
They stared each other down. Graham wasn’t planning to budge. He’d made his decision.
Eventually Lucy’s stance softened. “Listen, Hollywood, I understand you’re worried about her, but the class is really safe. I’ll be there the whole time to watch out for her and help her so she doesn’t feel lost or uncomfortable.”
Hollywood. Why did she keep calling him that?
Lucy glanced at her watch. “I know you’re my boss and all, but since it’s the weekend, I don’t think that counts. Do you?”
Strange logic. “Ah, I guess not?”
“Great. Then you won’t fire me when I take her to dance anyway.” Lucy headed down the hall, and it took a second for her words to register. When they did, Graham went after her. She and Mattie were standing by the reception desk, and Lucy was helping Mattie into her coat.
“You can’t just take her. That’s kidnapping.”
Lucy faced his daughter. “Mattie, do you want to go to dance with me?”
Mattie looked at him with mournful eyes, then at Lucy before her gaze dipped to the floor. Finally, she gave the most imperceptible nod.
He felt like the worst dad ever. Especially since she rarely went against what he said. Must have been hard for her to admit. But even with seeing her blatant desire to attend ballet, letting her go was so hard. She’d had a lot of hurt in her life. Was he so wrong not to want her to go through more?
They were leaving. Mattie and Lucy were walking out the front doors while he stood there thinking. Graham followed them into the parking lot.
“It’s illegal for her to ride without a booster seat.”
Lucy marched over to his car. She wouldn’t get anywhere with it. He always locked the doors. She pulled on the back door handle, and it popped right open.
Impossible. He always locked his car. That verse about everything being possible with God seemed to also apply to Lucy. Whatever she touched turned to gold. Did God just shine down on her life with rainbows and unicorns?
She grabbed Mattie’s car seat and walked back over to her Volkswagen. After putting it in her backseat, she helped Mattie buckle in.
When she climbed into the driver’s seat, Graham approached.
“I’m calling the cops. You can’t just take my daughter.”
Lucy shrugged. “Call the cops, then. The girl needs some fun in her life. You know I’m right or you would have already stopped me.” At that, she slammed the door and drove off.
* * *
Turned out, Matilda Grace Redmond had some natural dance ability. And even if she didn’t, the whole morning fiasco with Graham would have been worth it just to see the look of joy on the girl’s face.
She’d missed a few steps—okay, a lot—but it was her first class. She’d improve. And, really, it wasn’t about getting the steps perfect. It was about a little girl’s delight when she learned the five positions and got distracted watching herself in the mirrors. The way she tried to stand on her toes the first time she wore ballet slippers, even though she shouldn’t, just because she wanted to be like the older girls in pointe shoes. It was about falling in love with dance the way Lucy had so many years before.
When they’d arrived at the studio with barely any minutes to spare, Lucy had scrounged through the share bin—a place where dancers left items that no longer fit them—and found a skirt and shoes for Mattie. Total score. The dance school had a small area where they sold a few necessary items, and Lucy had snagged a leotard and tights there. A small price to pay for the way Mattie kept twirling in the outfit even though class had already finished.
Yes, the morning had been worth it. But now that Lucy was removed from the encounter with Graham, she really wished she would have handled things better. Niggling doubt about the way she’d acted snatched her joy at seeing Mattie so happy. Why couldn’t she just be calm and reasonable? She’d always been passionate. Sometimes her emotions ran a bit...dramatic. She rarely thought too long before making a decision, usually jumping right in. But this time, she might have been a little too Lucy.
At least her intentions had been good.
She’d just wanted to help Mattie, not ruin her own newly improved relationship with Graham. Or hurt Mattie’s chance to do dance in the future. She hadn’t even thought about that. What if Graham never let Mattie come back and it was all Lucy’s fault? That would be awful. Mattie really did seem to love it.
She sent up another of her trademark help-fix-what-I’ve-already-done prayers, hoping God could help her and Mattie out. They could certainly use some divine intervention.
Lucy corralled Mattie and Belle—the other little girl from class who hadn’t been picked up by her parents yet—into the waiting area so that the next class could start. Just as they walked into the space lined with chairs and couches, the door to the studio opened and a female police officer walked in.
Panic climbed Lucy’s throat. Graham wouldn’t really... He hadn’t...
The cop scanned the room, and Lucy broke out in a sweat worthy of a marathon runner. Had Graham seriously called the cops? She needed a place to hide. But would that be considered resisting arrest?
Mattie and Belle were chatting and comparing ballet shoes, completely oblivious to Lucy’s turmoil.
She dived behind the closest chair, body barely fitting in the space. She was probably overreacting—as usual. Maybe the officer had already moved on. Lucy leaned ever so slightly from behind the chair and peeked out.
Drat! The woman’s black boots were headed right for her! She ducked back behind the seat, hoping the officer hadn’t seen her.
“Excuse me, but are you Lucy? Lucy Grayson?”
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
Lucy winced, slowly standing from her position. She was going to use her one phone call to call Graham and yell at him. As if she had actually kidnapped Mattie. He could have stopped her if he wanted to. She wouldn’t have left if the man had put up a fight. He’d been wavering the whole time. Lucy had simply taken advantage of his indecision.
And now she was going to suffer the consequences. Lucy squared her shoulders. Time to take it like a woman. “Yes. That’s me. I can ex—”
“I’m Peggy.” The officer extended her hand. “Belle’s mom. It’s nice to meet you.”
Lucy’s mouth flopped open. Belle’s mom. Graham hadn’t really called the police. Yet... Lucy had just been hiding behind a chair.
“You are the new instructor for beginning ballet, right?”
“Yes.” Lucy shook the woman’s hand. “I am. I was just—” She glanced at the chair that had recently been her safe haven. “We were just...playing hide-and-seek.”
It was the truth. Only Lucy had been hiding from a police officer, not Belle and Mattie. She could have told Peggy more of the truth, but I hide from law enforcement hadn’t seemed like the better option.
Thankfully Peggy was gracious and didn’t ask Lucy about her strange behavior. She did ask about Belle’s time in class, and by the time they left, Lucy hoped she’d redeemed herself and her escapades would be forgotten.
Hoped, but didn’t necessarily believe.
After Belle left with her mom, Lucy stuffed Mattie’s ballet shoes into her own dance bag and helped her put on her pink tennis shoes.
They walked outside, and again, Mattie’s hand slipped into Lucy’s. The child still sported that dreamy look. One Lucy understood well. Dance had always been that place for her. Olivia had played volleyball, creating a bond with Dad, and Lucy had danced her way through life.
Even if Graham didn’t forgive her, the morning had been worth it.
They got into the car, and Lucy pulled out her phone and texted Graham.
Are you still mad? She had THE BEST time. She’s got natural talent. No injuries.
His reply came back in record time.
Maybe a little.
The man must have been glued to the phone. Remnants of guilt slithered across her skin. She definitely could have handled this morning better.
Lucy would have to work on that whole think-before-you-do thing.
I’m sorry I stole your daughter.
I’m still considering pressing charges. :)
He’d included a smiley face? He was putty in her hands.
If it makes you feel any better, when one of the dance parents arrived in a police uniform to pick up her daughter, I thought you HAD called the cops on me.
Ha! That does make me feel better. Did she really have fun? She fit in okay? She didn’t get hurt?
Overprotective man. His barrage of questions made Lucy grin.
“When are we going?”
“One sec, Mattie.” Lucy had forgotten about the little girl in the backseat.
She looked so happy. Like she was living a fairy tale.
That might be overdoing it a little, but Lucy needed to plead her case a bit. She continued texting.
It’s dance. There’s not that many ways to get injured.
Not completely truthful. But at Mattie’s age, the steps and classes were simple. The older girls had more chances of injury.
Any chance I can keep her for another hour? I think the first dance class deserves an ice cream celebration.
Crickets. No answer. Lucy glanced in the rearview mirror. Mattie was staring out the window. Patient, serious little thing.
Fine.
Graham’s begrudging response made Lucy laugh. He didn’t exactly sound excited, but she’d take it and run.
“What’s so funny?” Mattie piped up from the backseat.
“I was just texting your dad that I thought we should grab some ice cream before I drop you off. What do you think?”
Mattie’s eyes grew to the size of quarters, and she nodded quickly.
Lucy’s phone beeped again, and her mouth curved, picturing another text from Graham. Directions on what Mattie could and couldn’t do, most likely.
When are you coming home? I miss you.
Disappointment sucked the air from her lungs. It was from Bodie. Not Graham.
Bodie Kelps. Lucy had gone on a total of three dates with him back in Colorado. After which, Bodie had started talking about the future and Lucy meeting his parents. He’d even brought up the relationship-defining talk, which was Lucy’s cue to exit the scene.
The move to Texas couldn’t have come at a better time in terms of Bodie. Lucy liked him. They’d been friends during college and after, and she didn’t want to lose that friendship because things hadn’t worked out between them. She’d told Bodie in clear terms that they were not in a relationship and that she didn’t want to keep dating after she moved.
But the man didn’t listen.
He must think she was using moving as an excuse and he could prove his affection by continuing to pursue her. She wasn’t. Even if Lucy had stayed in Colorado, she wouldn’t have continued dating Bodie.
He’d texted her every day since she’d moved and called twice. Once she’d answered and talked to him—after all, she didn’t want to be rude—but she’d tried not to encourage him in a romantic way. Her hints definitely weren’t working.
Maybe she could etch it into stone or something. Although that would be pricey to mail.
Lucy put the phone to the side, started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Bodie could wait for an answer on that text since she didn’t know what to do about him. He obviously hadn’t believed her when she’d told him she was moving and that they were over. Lucy just didn’t do serious relationships.
She didn’t have some heart-wrenching story like the one her sister had endured. Lucy had just learned her lessons young. One time she’d attempted that whole falling for someone thing. The results hadn’t been good. One time had been enough for her to realize she much preferred to love and embrace everyone in life without ever getting too serious.
Lucy had been young—her junior year in high school—the first time she’d been tempted to let her feelings for a guy progress beyond friendship. A senior had asked her to prom, and she’d accepted. He was gorgeous, and she’d let her imagination get the best of her. She’d started daydreaming about him, thinking maybe he was really interested in her, acting like one of the silly girls she usually detested. Then, one day after school, she’d needed someone to give her a ride home. She’d headed to Nate’s locker to see if he could, but realized as she approached that he was talking about her to his friend.
At first she’d been giddy, thinking he must really like her. But then she’d realized they were discussing a plan regarding her.
They were talking about how long Nate would date her before passing her on to his friend who wanted a turn with her. Discussing her as if she were a piece of playground equipment.
She’s already fallen for me. I have no doubt that by prom, I’ll get what I want. After that, she’s all yours.
If Lucy hadn’t overheard, she’d never have known that all of Nate’s flattery and attention had only been done with one goal in mind.
Thankfully it had been early enough in the relationship that Lucy had come out of the experience with her heart still intact. In fact, she considered that day, that conversation, one of her biggest blessings because of how it had changed her life.
From that point on—after telling Nate exactly what she’d thought of his plans—she’d made a few decisions.
First, she’d started rescuing herself. She hadn’t called her parents or sister for a ride home from school. She hadn’t found one of her girlfriends and bummed a ride. Lucy had walked. Granted, it had been only a few miles to get home, but that had been the beginning for her.
No more looking for a prince when she could rescue herself.
And second, she’d tossed out serious (not that she’d ever had an extra supply in that department) and stuck to fun. She hung with groups of friends and even went to prom that year with a bunch of people. Guys. Girls. Everyone knew her. Most loved her. She loved back. Simple. Easy. No mess to clean up when she went through life with the objective of having fun.
“Ms. Lucy?”
“Yeah?”
“This really is the best day ever.”
The contented sigh that came from the backseat wrapped around Lucy. Good thing she didn’t resist getting involved with people in general, just dating relationships. Because she feared she’d already lost her heart to the adorable five-year-old in the rearview mirror.
