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ОглавлениеOne minute Cruz Maldonado was a sought-after Manhattan financial investor with a law degree, a force to be reckoned with on Wall Street.
The next he was the guardian for two children whose existence probably sprang from the jaws of Mexican cartels.
This couldn’t be happening. And yet, it was.
Cruz frowned as he drove his pricey rental car toward the Grace Haven town hall. The long midsummer day gave him a good view of the hometown he hadn’t seen in years. At some point he’d greet the mother he hadn’t visited since his father’s funeral, the woman who’d raised him to be just as tough and jaded as she was.
You need to come home, Cruz, Reverend Steve Gallagher had told him during the unexpected phone call that morning. Two kids, no records, a falsified paper trail and your mother’s dealing with heart disease complicated by type 2 diabetes, seriously compromising her health. It would be wrong of me to make any decisions without you.
Cruz didn’t just tamp his emotions down. He fought them into submission. For long years he hadn’t heard from his mother. His phone calls went straight to voice mail. His Christmas gifts came back, unopened. By the fifth year, he’d stopped trying and worked to make himself one of New York City’s toughest investment funds managers, respected in international circles, and he’d succeeded.
And now this.
He checked his watch. Whatever was going on, whatever mess his mother had gotten herself into, he had every intention of returning to the city the next morning. By afternoon he’d hand in the keys of the upscale rental car and return to his desk overlooking the Hudson. Tomorrow afternoon couldn’t get here soon enough.
He parked the car and strode inside, legally and mentally prepared to put an end to the nonsense. He rounded the corner of the quaint town hall, then thrust out his arms to keep from barreling into a young woman carrying a small child. “Whoa.”
“Whoa?” The little boy placed tiny hands over his mouth and giggled out loud. “He finks you’re a horse, Miss Wory.”
“Does he now?” The woman—the beautiful woman—raised her eyes to his while his grip kept her from slipping to the floor.
“No. He doesn’t.” Cruz held her gaze and her attention as he quickly corrected the boy’s assertion. He arched his right brow, nice and slow. “He doesn’t think you’re a horse at all. In fact, that would be about the last thing he’d think while looking at you.”
“’Cause she’s not, siwwy.” The child giggled again, a happy sound, about as unfamiliar to Cruz now as it had been when he was growing up in Grace Haven. “She’s my teacher!”
Cruz made sure she was steady before releasing her arms, then acknowledged the boy’s statement with a frank glance of appreciation. “I lived here for eighteen years. I never had a teacher that looked like this.” She had gorgeous eyes, a mix of caramel and gold that matched her long tawny hair.
She started to reply, but then the boy turned her way, plainly worried. “Huwwy, Miss Wory! Huwwy.”
She hustled the child to the restrooms down the hall while Cruz entered the small courtroom marked “Judge Murdoch” on the door.
“Cruz.” Reverend Steve Gallagher saw him come through the door and quickly moved forward extending his hand. “Welcome home.” Steve oversaw a local church and the antiquated abbey abutting Casa Blanca, the picturesque vineyard and event center where Cruz grew up.
This wasn’t home, and it hadn’t really been home when he lived there, but he wasn’t going to argue with the cleric. Steve Gallagher was a fine man and a great neighbor. Cruz gripped his hand. “It’s good to see you, Reverend Gallagher.”
“Good to see you, too, son, but we’re all grown up. Steve works just fine.” The reverend clasped his hand in a firm, friendly grip. He motioned to the man standing nearby. “This is Judge Murdoch. Your mother’s case was brought to his attention.”
As Cruz reached out to shake the other man’s hand, Steve added, “Thanks for getting here so quickly.”
Cruz turned his attention back to Steve. “You left me little choice, and I’m fairly certain you knew the summons was out of left field and issued it, anyway.”
“Because you and your mother haven’t spoken in years.” Direct and honest, two qualities Cruz had always liked about Steve.
“My father played intermediary. Once he was gone, well...” Cruz shrugged. “My mother made it plain I wasn’t needed or welcome here.”
“You’re needed now.”
Cruz was needed, but not in this full-of-itself, old-fashioned town. He was needed right where he’d been up until five and a half hours ago, tucked in Lower Manhattan, making more money than most men see in a lifetime. “Reverend, I—”
“Ah, Rory, perfect.” The reverend smiled beyond him, as if he’d said nothing. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“It seems I’m not the only one being offered limited options,” she told Steve. Cruz had to hand it to her. Dissing clergy wasn’t a skill that got practiced much, even in Manhattan.
Steve Gallagher laughed, unaffronted. “True enough. Cruz, meet my niece, Aurora Gallagher. She’s the summertime pre-K teacher here in Grace Haven. And this—” he reached out and palmed the little guy’s head “—is Javier. He’s the youngest of your new responsibilities.”
Cruz stared from the cute kid to the minister. “Reverend Gallagher—Steve,” he corrected himself. “You’ve got this all wrong. There’s no way I can—”
“I found a toad, Reverend Steve!” A little girl sporting twin ponytails bounded through the door. Her presence hiked the room’s energy level as she slid to a stop near Steve’s legs.
“A lively one at that,” Steve replied. The gray-green toad bounded to the floor from her tiny fingers. “Cruz.” His tone changed. Softened. “This is Liliana.”
The girl didn’t peek up at him like her brother had done. She lifted her gaze as if excited by all life had to offer, brows raised, brown eyes sparkling, and grinned.
Elina.
The child was the absolute image of her mother, his beloved cousin, playmate and childhood best friend. Through all the turbulence of his parents’ marriage, Elina had looked after him, played with him and sheltered him. He owed her. He owed her so much, and yet he’d let time and space separate them long ago, and never looked back.
He swallowed hard, facing Elina’s daughter, and knew what he had to do, but hated having to do it because the last place Cruz wanted to be was in Grace Haven, New York.
“Tara, can you take the kids down the hall to see the aquarium? Cruz, you remember my daughter, Tara, don’t you?”
Cruz smiled and extended a hand in greeting. “I believe you had pigtails and braces when we last met.”
“An awkward stage only recently corrected,” Tara replied, laughing. She shook his hand, then took the little fellow from her cousin. “I’ll keep these guys busy for a few minutes while you make plans.”
The only plan Cruz intended to make involved a checkbook and an escape route.
“Our church is part of the ICM,” Steve told him.
Cruz had no idea what that meant. He folded his arms over his chest because just the thought of Grace Haven made him feel defensive. The reality of being here magnified the emotion. “Which is what?”
“The International Children’s Ministry is a nationally certified group that maintains legal jurisdiction for foreign children in times of crisis. We have the power to place children in foster care by approved members of the church and/or the community, along with the laws of a given locality. Dual guardianship is required in all cases.”
“So you are actually authorized to place these children into care in light of my mother’s health problems, despite the shaky legalities?”
“I have the legal right, and the moral obligation that goes along with it,” Steve told him. He swept Cruz and the honey-haired young woman a troubled look. “I’m sure this was nothing either of you expected to be thrust into today, but if there’s one thing that can be said about life, it’s that things are guaranteed to change when you least expect it.”
“Or when people fail to follow legal procedures with little regard to who’s affected.” The teacher directed a frank gaze to her uncle.
“Rosa’s been ill...”
The young woman held up a hand. “I understand that better than most, but the welfare of a child should always come first. And leaving these two precious little ones in legal limbo could mean a quick ticket back to Mexico, when a fairly simple process would have at least made them American citizens. Right now I’m wishing their mother or great-aunt had taken the steps to do the right thing.”
Who did she think she was?
A burr prickled beneath Cruz’s collar, because no matter how attractive this woman might be, she didn’t have the right to attack his family. Even when they were wrong. “You have a law degree, miss?”
“Of course not.”
“And you’ve spent exactly how much of your life being a Latina immigrant?”
His attempt to make her feel bad backfired. “Not being an immigrant doesn’t make me the bad guy here. There are a lot of folks in the Finger Lakes area who have worked exclusively with the migrant and immigrant communities, and I happen to be one of them, so save your breath. I do have respect for the law, and as a lawyer, I’m a little surprised you take it so casually. But then, maybe things are different in the big city. Maybe breaking the laws for one’s personal convenience is more common in Manhattan. You would know that better than I, of course.”
Touché.
Steve grimaced. “While we can’t change what’s happened to put us in this predicament, we might be able to solve the problem, working together.”
Working together was not going to happen. Cruz knew it, but he listened out of respect for a good man, while biting back the urge to look at his watch.
“As I was saying,” Steve continued, facing his niece, “the kids know you. You’ve known them through your friendship with Rosa, and you’ve been Lily’s summertime teacher for two years, and Javier’s since last month. They trust you. They need you, even if the timing is less than perfect because I know you’ve been hard at work on your upcoming project. And while I hate messing up your plans, I really need you on board for this.”
She stared up at him, then drew a deep breath, but before Cruz could shrug the whole thing off and get back in his car, the reverend nailed him with a firm look. “This doesn’t let you off the hook. I’m naming you as the second guardian, Cruz. It’s your family, after all. As an attorney it will be your job to make recommendations to the court about where the kids should go once all this is said and done. Your mother’s compromised health adds a complicating factor to an already convoluted legal situation.”
“What?” He stepped back, hands up. What was Steve thinking? Didn’t their family history speak for itself? Raising children had never ranked high on the list and the children’s current situation highlighted that. “I have no vested interest in this, or anything else here. I am not taking on the care or guardianship of two children, and I actually have a job over five hours away. You need to find someone else to step in if you need two guardians to fulfill the obligation. Someone local.”
“We don’t need a second person,” the young woman said smoothly. “I am totally capable of caring for Lily and Javier myself.”
“The rules require dual caretakers,” the judge reminded them. “Steve and I are bound by that.”
“When innocent children are caught in legal battles, someone has to put them first,” Steve added. “Hence the dual guardianship.” Steve turned to face Cruz more directly. “If you’re really too busy to stay and help out for a few weeks, my only recourse is to send the children out of the area to a place where the rules will be followed.” Steve held Cruz’s gaze. “Just so you know, if I do that, it will crush your mother.”
So now he was suddenly supposed to care about his mother?
Not gonna happen.
He turned and faced the young woman. “You don’t have a husband or significant other that can sign on for the duration? Because one of us has a job to do.”
She held his gaze for long, slow beats, then shifted her attention to her uncle. “We live in one of the best little towns in America.” There was no stopping the guilt that crept up his spine as she went on. “I expect we’ve got at least one good person who will step up to the plate to oversee the children with me.”
Dashing footsteps announced the children’s race down the long, tiled hall.
“I win!” Javier fist-pumped the air as he slid into the room, jubilant when he spun to face his older sister.
“You did!” Lily hugged the little guy as if she hadn’t deliberately slowed her pace to allow his victory. “Es muy bien, Javi!”
Her voice. Her words. Her encouragement, so like her mother’s before her.
Cruz glanced down. Big mistake, because Lily stared up at him, a miniature of the best friend he’d ever had.
Cruz! Let’s climb to the hayloft! Let’s check the little goats, see if they’ve gotten loose! Let’s go bother Ninny for a snack!
They’d grown up together, cousins by birth and friends by proximity, pestering every caretaker they ever had. Only Cruz’s father had married the rich American landowner and Elina’s mother...
His heart grew tight, remembering.
Elina’s mother hadn’t married anyone, ever. She’d had two kids out of wedlock, Elina and Juan. Juan had been killed in a drug sting on the border nearly fifteen years ago. Elina had gone back to Mexico and...
He had no idea what happened to his old friend and cousin, because he’d never bothered to check up on her. Guilt mushroomed.
He kept his gaze on the children, hands linked, and a voice sounded from somewhere inside him, a place he thought he’d lost a long time ago. “I’ll do it. I’ll stand guardian for them with the teacher.”
He felt her eyes on him, and he was pretty sure he was about the last person on earth she’d pick to watch over these two children for however long the legal process took. But he was equally sure he had no choice in the matter because Elina had been more than his cousin. She’d been his friend when he truly needed one. It was way past time to return the favor.
* * *
Rory Gallagher’s life was one strike away from being called out at the plate by a series of bad pitches.
The filing date for the elongated grant application to help fund her dream preschool for disadvantaged kids loomed in late August. The application process also stated that the school site would be upgraded to meet state standards, and she needed to find this site in an accessible part of a town where real estate sold quicker than water flowing from a tap. On top of that, the popularity of Grace Haven as a place to live, work, play and pray had pushed property values through the roof, making potential sites scarce.
Fortunately, her summer Universal Pre-Kindergarten program was split between two teachers and would end in two weeks. She’d taken the morning session and Glenda Moore ran the afternoon classes. That had allowed her some time, but not much in the way of research or paperwork would get done with two kids to watch, so the little time she’d set aside just got swallowed up.
How had this happened? She’d dotted her i’s and crossed her t’s, planning work and application time carefully, knowing her sister was due to deliver a baby, and that the family might need her help at her sister’s popular event-planning business. And now...
She couldn’t say no to helping with Lily and Javi, even if their story didn’t break her heart. The fact that it did, and that she actually liked their somewhat blustery Italian great-aunt, added to the weight of responsibility.
And then her uncle had relegated her to working with an uptight, full-of-himself financial whiz, and if he glanced at his pricey watch again, she would be tempted to kick him in the shin, just to wake him up to reality. The fact that he was to-die-for handsome with dark chocolate eyes, café au lait skin and rumpled black hair would make heads turn in their thriving summer town.
But not hers, because people whose main goal was amassing wealth annoyed her. How could he be thriving in New York and ignoring his mother’s failing business and health in the Finger Lakes? What kind of person did that?
This couldn’t possibly be happening, and yet—it just had. Cruz Maldonado didn’t look too happy. Well, neither was she, but she understood that Lily and Javier were in need. Their plight took precedence.
“Miss Rory?”
Lily’s plaintive voice melted Rory’s heart. She bent low and snugged an arm around the girl’s thin shoulders. “What’s up, darling?”
“Javi might be scared.” Lily kept her voice soft, her gaze down, not looking up at Cruz. “Like, not much, but...” She leaned in close. “Just a little bit. Maybe.”
Three-year-old Javier didn’t look scared.
If anything he looked energized, while Lily looked nervous. “There is no reason to be scared, my little friends, because we are going to have ourselves...” She paused, building their anticipation. “An adventure!”
“A ’venture?” Javier’s smoke-toned eyes opened wide. “For weal? I wuv ’ventures so much!”
“With him?” Lily glanced up at Cruz and scrunched her face, clearly unconvinced.
“So it would seem.” Rory took Lily’s hand, then stood and took Javier’s on the other side. “Lily, Javier.” She stood as straight and tall as a five-foot-three-inch person could and faced Rosa’s tall, broad-shouldered, successful son. “This is your cousin Cruz.”
“Hey, guys.” He crouched down to meet the kids at their level. “I was friends with your mommy when we were little.”
“You know our mommy?” Excitement heightened Lily’s voice, as if finding someone acquainted with her mother wasn’t the norm. “You played with her?”
“We climbed trees and played in the big barn, and fed goats and chased kittens and trimmed a lot of grapevines in our time,” he told her.
“Our mom was wittle?” Javier eyed him with frank suspicion, as if the words didn’t quite compute.
“Everybody is a little kid at one time,” Rory reminded them. “We start as babies, then we grow to be kids.”
“Then big kids,” added Lily.
“And then we get to be moms and dads!” Javier added that last with all the excitement he could muster. “I’m Javier and I’m th-this many.” He held up five fingers, then forced his thumb down with his other hand. “Four.”
“Almost four. In three months,” Rory reminded him.
“Th-that’s right. Free months.”
Lily pointed up at the clock on the wall. “Can we go back to be with Mimi now?” She looked from Steve to Rory, ignoring Cruz. “I just want to be back with her and I think it’s time.”
“Me, too.” Javier’s voice choked slightly. “I miss my Gator so much.”
Rory caught Cruz’s sympathetic expression, and acted quickly. Something about these kids seemed to touch a nerve in him. A nerve that said the hard-jawed, grim-faced man might actually have a heart.
She bent between the two kids and kept her voice teacher-firm as her brother-in-law entered the room. “You can’t go back and live with Rosa right now.”
“Is she in trouble?”
Leave it to Lily to get straight to the point, but Rory wasn’t about to explain all of the legal issues to the kids, so she opted for plan B. “You know she hasn’t been feeling well.”
Both kids knew that firsthand. They nodded, solemn.
“While the doctors figure out what to do, she needs some extra rest, so you guys are going to stay at my house. You can help me get things ready for school each day, and help me take care of my dog, okay? As an added bonus, we get to walk all over town together. And, Javier, we’ll have someone bring Gator over to my house.” She aimed a reassuring look his way. “And anything else you guys need.”
“You live in the village?” Cruz asked.
She raised her eyes to his. “On Creighton Landing, just beyond The Square.”
“It’s late,” he went on. He swept the kids a quick look before he turned his attention back to her. “Can we meet tomorrow and talk this through? I’m a little unprepared and that’s not my norm.”
She was pretty sure it wasn’t his norm, because no one rose to the heights of financial security that quickly without being prepared for everything, all the time. “I’m done with school at noon, so the kids and I should get back to my house by twelve thirty or so.”
“And they’re okay with you for the day?”
Was he missing the basic meaning of shared custody? She bit back words of protest because anything was doable for a day. “For tomorrow, yes.”
“Thank you, Miss Gallagher.”
“Rory.” She let go of Javier and put out her hand. “As their teacher I’m a mandated reporter. A circumstance which brought us to this moment. I’m afraid your mother is very angry with me right now.”
“As her only child, I’m familiar with the feeling,” he told her. “And I think it’s highly possible that you are as confounded as I find myself by this sudden change in affairs.” He took her hand in his.
She wasn’t sure what she expected. A cool, hard handshake, quick and businesslike? Or a quick touch of fingers, as if too busy?
She got neither.
He wrapped her hand in his and studied her for long, slow seconds. Did he like what he saw, or was he assessing an adversary? She couldn’t tell, and that didn’t sit well with the youngest Gallagher sister. She hadn’t been gifted with the business acumen her mother and older sister Kimberly possessed, a talent they used to run a mega-successful wedding and event-planning business.
And she didn’t have the stage presence and eye for fashion of her middle sister Emily, now a bridal shop owner.
Rory had gotten Gram Gallagher’s help-for-the-downtrodden heart, but right now her goal might be ruined by lack of time and available real estate. With her mother away, and Kimberly’s baby due soon, she would most likely be adding time spent at Kate & Company to her jam-packed days, further dwindling her grant application period.
She couldn’t let that happen. Kids were depending on her, counting on her to provide strong early education for needy families tucked within the hills surrounding Grace Haven. She’d put things off while her dad fought brain cancer in Houston for the past year. Now that he was in remission, her time had come.
Or so she’d thought.
She held Cruz’s gaze.
He’d read the reaction she tried to hide. Rory wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. She had been taken by surprise, but would she have refused to help?
No.
For now she was going to drive home and get these two kids tucked into bed.
Then she’d sit down and start praying, because her life just got put on hold once more. And to tell the truth, Rory Gallagher was tired of having decisions jerked out from under her. “It’s not the first U-turn I’ve made.” She addressed Cruz with a cool tone. “And I expect it won’t be the last.” She slanted a smile to the children and gave a light squeeze to their linked hands. “But it might just be the most fun.” She turned to her brother-in-law, the new Grace Haven chief of police. “Drew, feel free to catch me up on things as they develop.”
“Drew Slade?” A look of recognition lightened Cruz’s face as he turned to Drew. “It’s been a long time.”
“It has, man.” Drew flashed Cruz a quick smile, then waved Rory off. “I’ll catch up with you later. Are you all set with them?”
He meant the kids, and despite the fact that Rory’s life had just been steamrollered, she was more than willing to take care of these sweet souls. “I am. I’ll leave you guys to the legalese.” She looked down and smiled at two confused preschoolers. “It’s almost time for bed.”
“Good night, guys. Sweet dreams.” Uncle Steve waved as the other men dove deep into discussion of the whys and hows of the situation.
These kids didn’t need to hear conversations about themselves. It wasn’t until she’d gotten both kids through the town hall entrance that they were blessed with quiet, the strong male voices muted by distance.
“Come on, guys. Let’s call it a day, shall we?”
Javier looked around, confused.
Lily tried to look brave, but her lower lip quivered as the five-year-old fought tears.
Rory led the kids to her car, tucked them into the seats she’d borrowed from the fire hall and drove home because there really wasn’t any other choice.
