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Chapter Three

The afternoon sunlight spilled onto the antique oak and brass in the back office when Rick finally got a chance to read the morning paper. It wasn’t often that he could take a break on a workday, but the clinic schedule had been unusually light for a Wednesday.

In fact, he’d even been tempted to let Kara, his vet tech/receptionist, go home early, but the last time he’d done that, a frantic woman with two sobbing kids had rushed in with a six-month-old Queensland Heeler and a year-old lab mix, both of which had gotten into rat poison. The dogs Rick could handle. But trying to calm and reassure the woman and children who were afraid their pets were dying had damn near been his undoing. Kara was so much better equipped to offer comfort than he was, so for that reason alone, Rick hadn’t let her go.

As Fate would have it, nothing unexpected had come up this afternoon. At least, not until Kara approached his open office door.

“Dr. Martinez?”

Rick looked up from the article he’d been reading. “Yes, Kara?”

“That little boy is back. You know, the cute little guy who kind of looks like you?”

She had to be talking about Lucas. And the fact that she’d picked up on their resemblance probably required a response, but Rick wasn’t sure what to say, so he let it slide. “Is he with Alice Reilly?”

“No, he’s alone. He rode his bicycle and left it outside. He asked if I thought it would be safe out there. He’s afraid someone might steal it.”

“That’s because he used to live in a big city.” Rick set the paper aside and stood. Then he made his way to the front of the office, where the boy stood near the fish tank.

When Lucas heard the adults approach, he turned and blessed Rick with a bright-eyed smile. “Hey, Dr. Martinez. I was just checking out the neighborhood and stopped to say hi.”

Kara, who’d followed Rick and was leaning against the doorjamb, looked first at Lucas, then at Rick, and back to the boy. She smiled before returning to her desk and whispered, “Amazing.”

Rick was definitely going to have to address the issue of his resemblance to Lucas with Kara one of these days, but not now. Not in front of the boy. And not until the week was up and he and Mallory had settled things.

“I also wanted to tell you my good idea,” Lucas said.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“When it’s summer, and lots of kids get jobs, I thought it would be cool if I worked for you. And I know just the thing I could do.”

Rick couldn’t help but smile at his spunk, but hiring him was out of the question. Even if there weren’t state laws about child labor Rick had to comply with, the clinic could get busy at times. And he couldn’t have a nine-year-old boy underfoot. “I’m afraid I don’t need any office help right now.”

“I wasn’t talking about working in the office,” Lucas said. “You could hire me to play with Buddy every day. That way, I could make sure he wouldn’t jump out of the fence, and you wouldn’t have to keep him locked in the small cage. What do you think?”

The idea was pretty wild, but Rick had to give the kid credit for ingenuity. He’d figured out a way to spend time with Buddy every day once summer rolled around.

“Actually,” Lucas said, “you wouldn’t even have to pay me, but if it was a real job, my mom would probably let me do it.”

So, he was cunning, too. He’d figured out how to get his mother’s approval at the same time.

Mallory was going to have her hands full with him when he became a teenager. He was already trying to outsmart her.

“So what do you say?” the boy asked.

“Let me think about it, okay?” Rick would have to talk it over with Mallory, who might not think it was a very good idea—with or without a wage being attached.

“Would it be okay if I played with Buddy now?” Lucas asked. “You wouldn’t have to pay me. I’d do it for free.”

Did Mallory realize how badly the boy wanted a pet? Probably not. Should Rick go to bat for him?

Just how involved did he want to get?

He hadn’t decided yet, but since there wasn’t anything going on this afternoon, he didn’t suppose it would hurt to let him spend some time with the dog.

“Sure,” Rick said. “Let’s go play with Buddy.”

Twenty minutes later, while Buddy chased Lucas around the fenced yard in back, Rick fed and cared for the other rescue animals—three cats, a rabbit, a Nubian goat and a dun gelding. Yet he couldn’t keep from watching his son. It was heartwarming to see Lucas so happy, so carefree.

Too bad Mallory couldn’t see him and Buddy together. Maybe she’d consider giving the dog a home. Of course, she and Buddy hadn’t gotten off on the right foot—or rather paw. And there’d definitely be a need for some obedience classes.

“Dr. Martinez?” Kara called from the back door of the clinic. “It’s nearly five, so I’m going to start locking up.”

“Thank you, Kara. Have a good weekend.”

“You, too.”

Rick turned his attention back to Lucas. It was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that he and Mallory had conceived a child, but this particular boy, with his ingenuity, his heart for animals and all the other things Rick had yet to uncover about him, intrigued him.

To quote Kara, it was truly amazing.

When Lucas ran up, with Buddy on his heels, he had to stop and catch his breath before he could speak. “Did you think about it yet? Would it be okay if I came and played with Buddy?”

“We’ll have to talk to your mom about that,” Rick said.

“I don’t think she’ll care, especially when Brian gets here.”

“Brian?”

“Her boyfriend.”

Rick had made a lot of assumptions about Mallory, all because she’d never told him much about where she’d been and what she’d done after she’d left Brighton Valley. But never once had she hinted at the fact that she had a man in her life. Not that the information was pertinent to their son, but...

Well, for some crazy reason, it felt pertinent to Rick.

“Where does Brian live?” he asked.

“In Boston. But he’s going to move to Brighton Valley.”

That was a pretty big move for a couple who were just dating. The relationship sounded serious.

“Do you like Brian?” Rick asked.

“He’s okay, but he’s kind of a nerd. Know what I mean?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he doesn’t like sports or anything fun. He’s not like my dad.” Lucas paused, then glanced down at his feet. When he looked up, he swiped at his watery eyes with the back of his hand.

Aw, man. Rick didn’t know what to say, what to do.

“My mom died, too,” Lucas added. “And sometimes it’s really hard. Mallory tries, but she’s not...” He stopped, bit down on his lip. “Well, she is, but... It’s hard to explain.”

“Listen, Lucas. Mallory told me about Sue and Gary Dunlop. And they were your real parents. Don’t ever forget that. They loved you and chose to be your mom and dad. They stepped in when your birth parents weren’t able to.”

Rick could have said something then about being his birth father and could have used the opportunity to explain, but he’d promised Mallory he’d wait, and he’d honor that.

He knew he wasn’t very good at this sort of thing, but for some reason, he wanted to go to bat for Mallory. And he figured he could do that by saying what he imagined she’d say if she were here with them.

“Mallory loves you, too, Lucas. More than you’ll ever know. And the hardest thing she ever had to do was to give you up when she did. But she chose the very best parents in the world for you. And I think she did an excellent job, don’t you?”

Lucas sniffled and nodded.

“Mallory is able to be your mom now. And she’ll be there for you always. I know it’s not the same as it used to be, but in time, I think you’ll see that your life will be just as good as it was—only in a different way.”

“That’s what Mallory said.” Lucas sniffled again. “And I love her, too. It’s just that...well, you know.”

“Yeah, I do know.” And while Rick really didn’t, not exactly, he had a pretty good idea.

He also did know something else. Mallory had been right. Lucas had been through a lot recently. And while it might not be fair to dump too much of the past on him right now—like a living, breathing birth father—maybe it wasn’t fair to throw a potential stepfather at him, either.

The two of them sat like that for a while, lost in their thoughts, lost in their memories and what-ifs.

Rick wished he could tell Lucas who he really was and that he’d be there for him, too. Maybe not as a real dad or as Mallory’s husband, but he could be a substitute for Gary Dunlop.

In fact, the more he thought about being a substitute, the more he liked it.

That way, there wouldn’t be the same expectations. And if he screwed up, maybe it wouldn’t matter so much.

* * *

Rick had no idea where the time had gone, but at a quarter to six, Lucas suddenly realized he was in “big trouble” and had to hurry home. Apparently, Mallory had only given Lucas permission to ride his bike for a few minutes—and to stay “close to the house.”

For some reason, Rick felt a little guilty, too, although he wasn’t sure why.

As a kid, he’d never had any kind of curfew. He’d just gone home whenever he’d felt like it. In fact, sometimes it had been in his best interest to arrive after his old man—and later, his uncle—had gone to bed.

But he could certainly understand why Lucas wouldn’t want to get into trouble. When Rick and Mallory had been dating, he’d wanted her to see his good side, too. And he’d never wanted to disappoint her.

If he knew her phone number he’d call. He could probably get it from Lucas, but her house was just a few blocks away. So thinking that it might help Lucas if he put in a good word in for him, Rick placed the boy’s bike in the back of his pickup, then drove him home.

They’d no more than parked along the curb in front of Mallory’s house when she rushed out onto the porch to meet them. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, a green blouse and a frantic expression.

“Where have you been?” she asked Lucas. “I’ve been worried sick and looking all over for you.”

“I’m sorry. I went to see Dr. Martinez at the clinic, and we just... Well, I didn’t know how late it was.”

Mallory, her hands splayed on her hips, shot an angry glare at Rick. “Why didn’t you call and let me know where he was?”

Rick’s first impulse was to blame Lucas for not mentioning that he had to be home at a certain time, but why throw the boy under the bus?

Besides, a defensive retort like that was only going to make things worse, especially when Rick was in way over his head when it came to parenting. If truth be told, he didn’t have a clue what Mallory expected of him as a father, but he couldn’t admit that. Revealing his flaws and insecurities so early in the game probably wasn’t a good idea.

Instead, he gave the only excuse he could think of. “I didn’t have your phone number.”

“But you have a watch, Rick. How long was he with you?”

“About two hours, I guess.”

“Didn’t you realize I’d be looking for him after all that time? Besides, it’s getting dark.”

“Mallory,” Lucas said, “please don’t be mad at Dr. Martinez. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine.”

The boy had called her Mom earlier, but apparently, in the heat of the moment, he’d slipped back to old habits. Or had he done that on purpose as an act of rebellion?

Rick stole a glance at Mallory, saw her softening expression melt into a wounded frown that touched something deep inside of him. And while he was glad that Lucas had stuck up for him, he hadn’t wanted it to be at Mallory’s expense.

“I’m sorry,” Rick said. “Lucas stopped to see me at the clinic, and while he played with Buddy, I got busy feeding my rescue animals. I should have sent him home earlier, but I didn’t. It won’t happen again.”

Their gazes locked, and the conversation stalled for a moment, then Mallory said, “I’m sorry, too, Rick. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. I was just worried. He’s always home before it gets dark.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. More beautiful, too.

The years had been good to her, and if the two of them hadn’t shared a painful past, if they’d met for the first time in downtown Brighton Valley, maybe at Caroline’s Diner, Rick might have asked her out.

As it was, there was too much water under the bridge for them to consider something like that—no matter how attractive he still found her.

“I promise never to be late again,” Lucas said.

Mallory turned to the boy, then wrapped him in her arms and drew him close. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“I love you, too.”

Rick shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling like the odd man out. But why shouldn’t he feel that way? Mallory had placed him in that position a long time ago.

“I’d better go,” he said. “It’s probably past your dinnertime, and I won’t keep you from it any longer.”

Mallory released Lucas from her embrace, but kept her hands on his shoulders. “Actually, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes. We’re having spaghetti tonight, and I have plenty. Why don’t you stay and eat with us?”

As hungry as he was, and as tempted as he was to join them, he probably ought to decline. After all, she was just trying to make it up to him for jumping all over him for something that hadn’t been his fault.

“Please?” Lucas said. “She makes really good spaghetti.”

There were probably a hundred reasons why Rick ought to climb into his truck and go home. But instead of grabbing hold of one of them and running with it, he found himself saying, “Sure. Why not?”

* * *

Mallory hadn’t meant to snap at Rick for not sending Lucas home or for not letting her know where he was. After all, Lucas knew the rules. He also should have realized that it was getting dark and Mallory would have been worried about him.

So she’d offered the dinner invitation to Rick as a peace offering. Still, she really hadn’t expected him to accept. Things had ended badly between them when she’d left town to have their baby, and then again yesterday, when he’d found about Lucas. So the evening was sure to be awkward at best.

She left Rick and Lucas in the living room while she finished in the kitchen, but it didn’t take her very long. As soon as the pasta was done, she called them to the table, where they all took their seats, just like a typical all-American family, when they were anything but.

“Mallory, I mean my mom, is a good cook,” Lucas said.

Rick looked up from his plate of spaghetti and smiled at the boy. “She certainly is.” Then he looked at Mallory. “The sauce is really tasty. Is it homemade?”

“Yes, it’s Sue’s recipe. I have her cookbook and have been making all her family favorites.”

“We should have Dr. Martinez come over for the tamale pie casserole tomorrow,” Lucas said.

Something told Mallory things could really get out of hand if she didn’t do something to discourage her son’s budding friendship with Rick. But then again, what would happen when she told the boy that the vet down the street was actually his biological father, the man she’d told him was dead?

Gary and Sue had been great parents—close to perfect, in fact. So Mallory had some big shoes to fill. They’d valued honesty above all else and had done their best to teach Lucas to be truthful.

Mallory valued honesty, too! It’s just that she’d had a good reason for telling Lucas what she did, when she did.

At the time Lucas had asked about his biological father, Gary had just lost a grueling battle to cancer. She’d feared that Lucas only wanted to find Rick as a means of filling the painful hole his father’s death had left in his life.

But how could anyone ever replace a man like Gary Dunlop?

Then there was the fact that Rick might not have wanted to be found. And even if he had, what if he hadn’t been able to hold a candle to Gary’s memory? What if he would have disappointed Lucas when the poor child had been so vulnerable?

There’d been so many what-ifs, all of which would have hurt the grieving child in the long run. So Mallory had made it simple on them all. She’d told Lucas that she and Rick might have been able to keep Lucas and create a family together if Rick hadn’t died. But at her age, raising a child alone wouldn’t have been fair to him.

Telling him the truth now might seem like a simple solution to Rick. But it wasn’t. Not when Lucas was still learning to put his faith in Mallory as his mother. Besides, how did she explain her reason for lying to him when Rick hadn’t grown up to be the loser everyone in town had expected him to become?

“Thanks,” Rick said, “but I’ll have to pass on dinner tomorrow night. I have to attend a meeting at the chamber of commerce. Maybe another time.”

Thank goodness that seemed to appease the boy. All Mallory needed was to give Rick a standing invitation to dinner each night. This evening was going to be tough enough.

Fortunately, Lucas kept the conversation going, which was a relief. Mallory had no idea what to say to the man, especially when the only thing she could think about was how darn good the years had been to him, how he’d filled out so nicely.

He might have grown up and shed his bad-boy reputation, but he still had those amazing blue eyes, that crooked grin and that sexy James Dean swagger that spiked her heart rate and sent her hormones racing.

After they’d eaten, Mallory served chocolate ice cream for dessert. If Rick thought she’d chosen the flavor because she’d remembered it was his favorite, he was wrong. It just so happened to be Lucas’s dessert of choice, too—another of the many things the two had in common.

“Hey, Mom,” Lucas said. “Did you find my PlayStation yet?”

She couldn’t believe she’d packed something as important as that without noting which box it was in. Something told her Sue would have known to label it as a high priority, rather than antique vases, crystal and other breakables. But she wouldn’t beat herself up for the mistake. She still had a lot to learn about maternal priorities.

“I’m sure I’ll find the box soon,” she said. “I know we brought it with us.”

“You don’t think the movers stole it, do you?”

“Of course not,” she said. “I’m sure it’ll turn up. I’ll make a point of finding it first thing in the morning.”

Lucas turned to Rick. “Do you like to play video games?”

“When I was your age I used to, but I don’t have much time for it anymore.”

“I guess that’s because, when people grow up, they don’t like to play fun things anymore.”

“That’s not always true,” Rick said. “I have a friend who’s a computer whiz and a part-time gamer. He’s into all that stuff.”

“No kidding?” the boy asked, his eyes wide.

Rick looked at Mallory. “Do you remember Clay Jenkins?”

“That nerdy guy with shaggy hair and glasses?”

Rick nodded. “He might have looked like a wimp, but he had a mean left hook, which came in handy whenever he couldn’t outthink a bigger guy who wanted to mess with him.”

“Clay was that smart?”

“He was a genius.”

“Whatever happened to him?” she asked.

“He turned a little computer repair shop into a computer franchise called Zorba the Geek.”

“I’ve heard of it. We had one in Boston, not far from where I lived.”

“Yeah, well he’s worth a fortune now.”

Amazing. Clay used to hang out in Wexler Park with that crowd Mallory had asked Rick to stay away from.

“I guess a lot can change in ten years,” she said.

Rick merely looked at her with that same simple gaze that set her heart thumping and her pulse dancing, just as it always used to do.

Apparently, some things might change, while others never did.

“Maybe I could meet your friend someday,” Lucas said.

“You never know. Clay moved out of state, but he travels a lot. Maybe he’ll pass through this way someday. I’ll have to give him a call. It’s been a while since we talked, and it’s time we touched base.”

They continued to eat their ice cream. When they finished, Rick offered to help with the dishes.

The last thing Mallory needed was to have him stick around any longer than he already had. With the past hurt and disappointment they both harbored, it was awkward enough. And somehow, she doubted they’d ever be able to put that completely behind them. But what made things worse was that she still found him attractive, and that was a complication she didn’t need.

With the job search, concern over her grandfather’s slow recovery and trying her best to fill Sue Dunlop’s shoes and be the best mother she could be, Mallory didn’t have time to deal with rebellious hormones.

“Thanks, Rick. But I don’t need any help. I always clean the kitchen as I go, so doing the dishes is a snap.”

“Okay, then. If you’re sure...”

When he pushed back his chair and stood, she followed him to the door.

“Thanks for dinner,” he said. “You’re a good cook, Mallory. You’re also a good mom.”

She’d expected the compliment about the meal. After all, it was the kind of thing dinner guests usually offered their hosts upon leaving. But the other one took her aback, especially since she’d been trying so hard to be a good mother and she wasn’t always sure if she was succeeding.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m trying.”

They stood on the stoop for a moment, under the amber glow of the porch light. Yet for some reason, she wasn’t nearly as eager to see him leave as she’d been earlier.

Why was that?

For the past ten years—at least, for the bulk of them—she’d tried so hard to forget all about him, to pretend he no longer meant the world to her. She’d even gone so far as to tell Lucas that he’d died.

It had helped, she supposed, to pretend that he had. She’d healed from the heartbreak and had gone on with her life, becoming successful and making her family proud once again.

And then, here he was—alive and well, successful in his own right and threatening to stir up all the old memories, all the things she’d tried so hard to forget.

“You mentioned your grandfather was in the hospital,” he said. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s doing better now. He had quadruple bypass surgery a couple weeks ago, but he has some other health issues, including diabetes, that have complicated things and slowed his recovery process.”

“I take it he knows about the adoption.”

“Yes, he does.” Like Rick, her grandfather hadn’t been in favor of an open adoption. So, for that reason, he and Lucas hadn’t met before.

He understood why she was adopting Lucas now and approved of the decision. But she hadn’t had time to set up an official meeting. She planned to do that soon, though.

That, too, was going to be a little awkward. She wasn’t sure how many of his friends knew that she’d had a child out of wedlock and had given it up for adoption, so she and her grandfather would have some explaining to do. She couldn’t foresee any problems, though. People in the church were understanding and forgiving. At least, they were supposed to be.

She thought it would help if she could tell her grandfather that Rick had turned his life around, that he’d become a respected member of the community—that is, if Grandpa didn’t already know that.

Being able to share that information would certainly help her by lessening some of the tension that was sure to crop up when she had to bring up the topic of her past mistake and her grandfather’s subsequent embarrassment. After all, he’d been a minister, and he’d expected her to set an example with the other teenagers in the congregation.