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Chapter Four

Pregnant.

Mike eyed Malory cautiously as she stepped through into the air-conditioned ice-cream shop. Her lightly scented perfume lingered. He could see it now: the way her body swelled at her waistline, the way she moved with careful, certain steps. He was a sheriff. He was supposed to see the details, and this one had swept right by him with embarrassing ease.

The only excuse he could offer up to his tattered ego was that he’d been too focused on the rest of her. They were swimming farther and farther away from the Mrs.-Doubtfire-and-Mary-Poppins hybrid he’d been hoping for.

Katy clung to Malory’s hand, dancing along happily, her tantrum already forgotten. Mike stepped inside after them and caught himself short of putting a hand on Malory’s back to guide her forward. He shoved his hand in his pocket instead.

What was with him? He felt a sudden protective surge, but she was his employee, nothing more. And she’d preferred to keep this information to herself, so she obviously wasn’t looked for a big, strong man to take care of her.

“Look, Mike—” Malory tipped her face up to meet his gaze, worry swimming in her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “What kind of ice cream do you want?”

She blinked, then dropped her gaze to Katy. They conversed softly, and then Malory answered, “I’d like vanilla, and Katy wants the blue one. What is that, bubble gum?”

Mike scanned the tubs of ice cream through the glass guard.

“How’s it going, Mike?” Trent, the store owner, asked. He was a portly man, bald on top and gray on the sides. He wore a white apron over a Beatles T-shirt. Trent’s ice cream came from milk from his own dairy farm. It was a creamy delicacy that drew people from miles around, and he’d named the shop after his favorite dairy cow.

“Not too bad. Just taking these ladies out for a treat.”

Mike caught the twitch in Trent’s eyebrow as his gaze flickered toward Malory and back again.

“Ah.” Trent shot Mike an approving grin. “And what’ll it be?”

“Three cones—vanilla, chocolate and whatever the blue one is. Maybe make the blue one a kiddie cone.”

“Blue raspberry.”

“Sound good, Katy?” Mike asked, looking down. “The blue one is raspberry. Is that what you want?”

“Blue!” Katy declared.

“Blue it is.”

Katy squirmed away, and Malory followed, leaving Mike with Trent. He could see them in the wide mirror behind the counter, getting settled at a table by a window. Trent looked after Malory with an admiring smile.

“Girlfriend?” he asked, lowering his voice.

“No, she’s the new nanny.” Mike shook his head. “So don’t start any rumors, my friend.”

“Me?” Trent chuckled. “Well, if you want a little advice—”

“I don’t.” Mike gave Trent a dominant expression that told the other man to back down. “But thanks.”

Trent shrugged and grabbed a cone and a scoop. “Suit yourself, Mike, but if I were ten years younger and single...” He sank the scoop into the velvety surface of the vanilla ice cream. “Actually, strike that. If I were single, period, I’d ask her out myself.”

“I wouldn’t say that in front of Rita,” Mike teased, and Trent’s rosy complexion blanched ever so slightly as he scooped.

“Never. She’d kill me.” He passed the cone over the glass guard.

Mike chuckled and turned to beckon Malory over. “This is yours.”

Katy came running over, and Trent prepared the blue raspberry cone. Malory smiled as she accepted the cone from Mike’s hand. Her cool fingers brushed his ever so slightly and she tossed him a smile of thanks before taking her first bite. He watched for her reaction and he was rewarded with an eye roll of ecstasy.

“Oh, wow,” she murmured. “This is good.”

“Trent makes the best,” Mike agreed, and he wasn’t quite able to dampen the swell of pride to have been able to provide it.

“And this is for you,” Mike said, accepting the next cone from Trent and handing it down to Katy. Katy’s eyes widened in delight, and she took the treat in both hands, then waggled her tongue into the top of it.

“Let’s go sit,” Malory said softly, leading Katy away again toward the table.

Trent offered Mike his cone, and Mike pulled a bill out of his pocket and slapped it on the counter.

“That little girl is quite the heart stealer,” Trent said as he took the bill and made change.

Mike’s gaze moved toward Katy, whose mouth was already covered with blue ice cream. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, she’s a cutie.”

“Your life will never be the same,” Trent said wistfully. “I remember when my eldest was born—”

“No, no.” Mike cleared his throat and accepted the change the older man held out. “This is short-term.”

“Oh?” Trent’s brows raised, but he shrugged and let the topic drop. “Fair enough. Good seeing you, Mike.”

“Tell Rita I say hi.”

“Will do.”

Mike took his own cone to the far table where Malory and Katy waited, then slid into the chair opposite Malory. He was determined that this be short-term, but he found himself wondering what it would be like to keep Katy. If he had Malory here to help out—

No. He pushed the idea firmly aside. He’d thought this through already, and Malory was pregnant. That changed a lot of things, too. He’d been right before.

“This is really good.” Malory was already down to the cone, and she reached over and turned Katy’s ice cream to keep it from getting lopsided, then put it back into her hands again. “Eat fast, Katy,” she warned. “Or it will melt.”

Mike took a thoughtful bite of his cone, but the ice cream didn’t taste as good as it usually did to him. He didn’t know what his problem was. It wasn’t as though he’d known Malory before, or even as though he’d had plans to make something more of their relationship. But she’d held back an important detail that, while private, certainly factored into the job. And when he’d said that he preferred honesty, that was a blunt fact. He’d been lied to enough in his life, and he respected transparency.

“Look, Mike...” Malory said quietly once Katy was happily settled with her ice cream. “I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything earlier. I hope you understand. If it only affected me, I might have been more forthcoming, but I’m going to have a child to provide for.”

Mike nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”

Having Katy here was opening his eyes to a lot of things he’d never experienced—like the amount of worry that went into a child in his care.

“I didn’t think I’d be a single mom,” she admitted. “But life doesn’t always go according to plan.”

“You don’t have any support?” he asked. “What about the father?”

“Steve offered to pay for the abortion.”

Mike winced. “Ouch.”

What kind of a lowlife offered an abortion? He’d smack this Steve himself, given the chance.

“I could sue him for child support, true, but—” She sighed. “I’d just as well take care of my baby on my own and not have to deal with him.”

“What happened exactly?” he asked. This was moving very quickly toward the personal, and she’d already made it clear that she liked her privacy, so he added, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She waved her hand through the air. “I was dating Steve for a couple of years. After he left me for my best friend, I found out I was pregnant. I never saw it coming—him leaving me, or the baby.”

“And you still told him?” He raised an eyebrow. That showed some strength right there, to give him the information at all after he’d dumped her so unceremoniously.

“It only seemed right to let him know that he had a child on the way,” she replied. “And, well, you know how he reacted. I suppose it’s just as well.”

“Is it?” he asked uncertainly. The thought of a man treating Malory that way boiled his blood, and he’d half hoped to see his own anger mirrored in her face, but all he saw there was resignation. Whoever this guy was, that kind of reaction to the news that he’d fathered a child was unforgivable in Mike’s eyes. A man stood up and took responsibility.

“My mom was on her own raising me, and she spent my entire childhood trying to rope in a husband.” She shook her head. “I swore I’d never do that. I might be a single mom, but I’m not going to make my mother’s mistake and think that some guy is going to rescue me. I’ll do this alone.”

Alone. So she’d already decided that she didn’t want a man in her life. Not that it should matter to him—

Mike nodded. “Fair enough.”

“And I wanted to thank you.” Her gaze met his earnestly. “You could have given me my walking papers, but you didn’t.”

“Well, I’m not that kind of guy,” he replied. It was more than that, though. Somehow, that information had sparked a protective instinct in him, and he wouldn’t have been able to fire her if he’d tried. “You’re here for Katy, and she really loves you already.”

Malory sucked in a breath and smiled, this time the sparkle hitting those brown eyes.

“And if you need help with anything—” Mike began.

“No.” Her tone was emphatic, and he bit back the last of his offer.

“No?” With no father around and no support network, he was surprised she’d turn down an offer of help.

She shook her head. “No. I’m serious. A job is enough. I can do this just fine by myself.”

Malory met his gaze evenly, her lips pressed into a thin line. She meant every word, he had no doubt.

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “I won’t intrude.”

She smiled. “Great. I think we’ll get along just fine.”

Mike took another bite of his cone. She was like no other woman he’d ever come across, but if she wanted her space, he could do that.

“Uh-oh, Nanny Mal.” Katy sighed, and they both looked over to find the top of her cone in her lap. She poked at the softened ice cream with one finger.

Malory took a pile of napkins and set to work cleaning up what she could. A smile turned up her lips as she looked into Katy’s forlorn little face. Then her honeyed hair fell down across her eyes, hiding them from his view.

She was certainly more appealing than Mrs. Doubtfire, he’d give her that.

* * *

THAT EVENING, MIKE sat downstairs, his feet up, emptying his brain with some sports on TV. Upstairs, the bathwater splashed in the tub, and soft voices carried down. There was something sweet about having women in the house, and he hated to admit that he liked the changes around here—the scent of perfume in the hallway, the pile of wet towels after Katy’s bath, the extra plates in the sink. It was funny how such mundane details could be comforting, too.

If the facts were different, he’d be tempted to keep this. His home would feel very empty once Katy—and therefore Malory—left, even though he was trying his best to keep his emotions back.

The phone rang and he pushed himself back up, reaching for the handset.

“Mike Cruise here.”

“Hello, Mr. Cruise, this is Elizabeth Nelson from the adoption agency. How are you?”

“I’m good.” He sank back into the couch and muted the TV. He’d been in contact with Ms. Nelson since the day Katy arrived, and he’d already filled out a large number of forms. “Thanks for getting back to me.”

“I’d love to come by and meet Katherine, if you’d be okay with that. We can start the process of finding her a family. How does that sound to you?”

“That sounds good,” he said quickly. “So how does this work, exactly?”

“Well, I come for a little home visit. Then we’ll make her file available to families who are looking for children. Sometimes these things take a long time. Sometimes they’re surprisingly quick. It’s all about finding the right match.” There was a pause. “But I have to be honest. Katherine is already three, and that will make finding a match a little more difficult. Most families are looking for infants.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said.

“But that doesn’t make it impossible,” she hurried to add. “Your situation isn’t so rare. When there are deaths in a family or incarceration, there are often small children left behind without anyone to take them in. Another loving home is the best solution for everyone.”

A pang of guilt stabbed at Mike’s gut. Katy did have a family member, but Mike still wasn’t the best solution for the kid. “So the next step is a home visit?” he prompted.

“Yes, and I’d love to come by at your earliest convenience. I have next Tuesday afternoon open.”

“That could work,” Mike agreed.

“Say at one?”

“Perfect. We’ll be here.”

After a few more pleasantries, Mike hung up and his gaze moved toward the ceiling. Above, the plug was pulled, and the sound of water rushed through the pipes in the walls.

He’d miss this, much as he hated to admit it. He’d miss hearing laughter and bathwater. It was a silly thing to miss, but there it was. He’d never admit it out loud to anyone.

* * *

MALORY KNELT NEXT to her small charge in the middle of the floor, summer sunlight pooling on the tiles from the open bathroom window. A warm breeze pushed into the room, fluttering the white curtains. Next to them, the water drained slowly from the tub. Malory pulled the towel off Katy’s wet hair and picked up a brush.

“I don’t like that.” Katy shook her head adamantly and clamped her hands onto her head.

“Why not?” Malory asked, squatting down next to her. They’d encountered this before.

“It’s ouchie.”

“I put some special conditioner in your hair so it won’t hurt,” Malory said.

Katy didn’t answer but appeared to be thinking it over.

“What if I promise to be very, very careful? Will you let me brush your hair then?”

Tears filled Katy’s eyes and when Malory came toward her, she shied away in terror. Malory looked down at the brush, and the horrible thought struck her that someone might have used a brush to punish the tiny girl in the past.

“Okay, okay...” Malory put the brush behind her and pushed it across the floor. “No brush. Would you let me touch your hair with my fingers?”

Katy complied to that request, and Malory detangled the toddler’s hair as best she could using her fingers as combs. Whatever this child had been through, it would take a lot of love and patience to win her trust again.

“What story do you want before bed, sweetie?” Malory asked as she worked on a knot.

“I want him to read it.”

“You mean Uncle Mike?” Malory asked.

Katy nodded.

“Well, why don’t you go choose a book from my bag and then you can ask him.” Malory smiled as the little girl scampered off toward Malory’s bedroom. Some scuffles and thumps filtered through the wall as Malory picked up the towels and wiped up the puddles on the floor. The brush lay next to the tub, and she picked it up, sadness piercing her heart.

“What did they do to you?” she whispered, then dropped the brush into a drawer.

By the time she was finished making the bathroom presentable again, Katy stood in the doorway, a book clutched against her chest.

“Got one!” she announced.

“Okay, let’s go find Uncle Mike.”

She’d have to fill Mike in on these developments. Maybe he could arrange some therapy for Katy. She’d need help healing from her trauma.

Katy traipsed down the stairs dressed in a nightgown, damp at the shoulders from her wet hair. When Malory caught up in the living room, she faltered. Mike sat on the couch with his feet up, the TV on a sports channel. His T-shirt tugged at his muscled chest and arms, and from the angle where Malory stood, she could see the stubble on his chin.

“Go ahead,” Malory said quietly.

Mike looked up when he heard Malory’s voice, and Katy moved forward, her book held over her chest like a shield.

“Uncle Mike?” she whispered.

“Yes, Katy?” He flicked off the TV and dropped the remote. Katy crept closer until she stood right in front of him.

“Uncle Mike?” she repeated breathlessly, then thrust the book out in front of her, smacking him solidly in the kneecaps.

“Ouch.” He chuckled. “Do you want me to read that to you?”

She nodded but didn’t make a move.

“Do you want to come sit next to me?” he asked.

Katy considered for a moment, then lifted her arms toward him. “Up,” she said.

Mike glanced up at Malory uncertainly, then gently lifted the small girl up onto his lap. She pulled her knees up and settled against him, her head tipped toward his chest. Mike’s expression softened, and Malory thought she saw his eyes mist, but she couldn’t be sure, because he blinked quickly, cleared his throat and opened the book.

“Okay,” he said. “This book is called Lippity Loppity the Bunny.”

“Who’s that?” Katy asked, pointing at the picture.

“Um...” Mike looked closer. “My guess is Lippity Loppity.”

“Okay.” She put her head back against his chest and heaved a deep sigh.

“‘One day, Lippity Loppity the little bunny hopped away from his cozy burrow toward the big woods,’” Mike read.

“Is Lippity Loppity a girl bunny?” Katy asked.

“I think he’s a boy.”

“I don’t like that. Lippity Loppity is a girl.”

“Oh.” Mike glanced up at Malory again, humor glimmering in his eyes. “Okay. I must have gotten it wrong. Let’s keep reading.” He turned the page. “‘Lippity Loppity’s mother told him’—I mean, her—‘that the woods were no place for small bunnies to go alone, but Lippity Loppity didn’t listen.’”

“Where is the mommy?” Katy asked.

“I don’t see her in the picture,” Mike said.

“What’s she like?”

Mike glanced toward Malory with alarm, and she understood his discomfort. This was difficult territory considering that Katy’s mother was in prison, but she needed to believe in warmth and love, even if her life experience hadn’t included the kind of stability she craved. Malory shrugged, giving him a sympathetic smile. This one was his call.

“Well, I think she would be warm and snuggly,” Mike said.

“Oh.” Katy considered this.

“‘Inside the woods—’” Mike began.

“Does Lippity Loppity have a daddy?” Malory asked.

Mike flipped forward in the story, scanning each page. When he reached the end, he flipped back to the page they were on and shrugged. “It doesn’t seem to say.”

“But do you know?” she asked earnestly. “Does she have a daddy?”

“Everyone has a daddy somewhere,” Mike said quietly. His gaze flickered toward Malory again, and she felt a soft flutter within. She put a hand on her belly. Mike was right. Everyone did have a daddy, even if that daddy didn’t want her. How did you explain that to a child? Sadness welled up inside Malory. She knew the fatherless feeling all too well, and unfortunately, so would her baby.

“Are you my daddy, Uncle Mike?” Katy asked, big blue eyes fixed on Mike’s rugged face.

“I, um—” Mike cleared his throat. “No, Katy, I’m not your daddy.”

“Oh.” Katy’s whole frame sank down in disappointment, and while Mike read the rest of the story, her glum expression didn’t change.

“‘And Lippity Loppity never went near the woods again,’” Mike read. “‘The end.’”

Katy didn’t speak, nor did she lift her head.

“Is she sleeping?” Mike whispered.

“No.” Malory slid off her seat and moved next to Mike on the couch. Katy looked up at Malory dismally.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Malory asked quietly.

Katy didn’t answer and likely couldn’t put her thoughts into words. She was too young to grapple with the harshness of her reality. Malory held out her arms.