spent her life grooming herself for this, and Iâm not about to step on her toes. But in the meantime, Iâm here to help so that Mom and Dad have no worries. Living at home gives me zero expenses, so I can plan my next steps. If I end up in a big city, the cost of living gets absolutely crazy.â
âI see.â Heâd lived life with a discontented woman once. Heâd dealt with the result, too, and he wasnât about to take that risk again. âWell, Iâm glad youâre here to guide me through the whole process.â
âMe, too.â The sincerity of her tone warmed him, and once again he was drawn, but sheâd just cemented reasons to resist the attraction. He was staying. She was leaving. End of story. âTomorrow weâll stop at the Lodge at Fairhaven. Theyâre new, but they do a great job.â
âThatâs where my cousinâs wedding was, wasnât it?â
âYou donât remember?â She made a face as he swung her car door open. âIt couldnât have been all that good if you donât remember it from last spring.â
âDolly was sick.â He shrugged. âWhen youâre doing this stuff on your own and you get a sick kid, you opt out of the party and stay home.â
âMy dad was like that, too. All about priorities.â
âYour fatherâs a good guy.â Grant lowered his voice, unsure how to approach the next subject. âIâm glad heâs doing better, but I was sorry to hear about the cancer. I lost my mom to breast cancer and I wasnât ready to say goodbye.â
âAre we ever?â She stared up at the stars once more, then looked back at him. Her breath puffed a tiny cloud of frozen steam into the air until a breath of wind sent it dancing away. âIâm sorry you lost her. Is your dad still alive?â
âDonât know. Donât much care. He left when Christa was a baby. I barely remember him, so itâs like I never had a father. My mother never remarriedâshe said it was too risky with me and my sister. What if she married the wrong person? What if he was mean to us? So she wouldnât let herself date or get interested in anyone until we were on our own, and by that time, sheâd already had her first bout of cancer. She survived that one, but the second round, well...â He waited a moment to let the rise of emotion pass. âYou know.â
âSo being a good father is truly important to you.â
He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and gave a slow nod. âYeah, of course. I didnât have one so itâs not like Iâve got some great role model, but my mother was solid. I kind of do what she would have done except Iâm more cautious, I donât bake cookies and Iâm a lousy cook. Happily, Dolly and Tim love PB&J, mac and cheese, and Oreos. With the occasional vegetable thrown in as long as itâs corn or squash.â
âTheyâre beautiful kids.â
They were, and because he was their only parent, he needed to have a plan, always. âThank you. Iâm real lucky to have them.â
She flashed him a look he couldnât read, then nodded. âKids are a blessing, for sure. Well.â She slipped into her car. âIâll see you tomorrow, then.â
He didnât want to wait until tomorrow, but he wasnât a rash man. He didnât act on impulse. He couldnât afford to, not now when two small children meant so much. He wasnât about to make foolish mistakes to disrupt their lives. He stepped back, lifted his hand and nodded. âSee you then.â
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If ever a man needed some serious roadside repair, it was Grant McCarthy. Oh, she saw the good side of the guy. His devotion to his children, his strong work ethic, the sacrificial nature and his strong, rugged good looks. A man who saw what needed to be done and simply did it. Those were all wonderful