drove his car into a parking lot. Resting his head on the steering wheel, he choked back tears. “That boy is mine. I know he is, but ...”
“ You said you wanted to be his dad.”
“ Yeah, I mean I have to, right? I have an obligation to him.” He ran a hand back through his hair. “But Bobbi? How can I ask her to ...” He shook his head and let a long breath escape. “I can’t. I can’t ask her to have anything to do with this. Then there’s Brad, Joel, and Shannon. How do you think the boys are going to take this?”
“ They’re young men now. They’ll be much more concerned with how it affects Bobbi and Shannon.”
“ I’m gonna have to take her to court.” He laid his head against the headrest and sighed. “So what do you think?”
“ About?”
“ Tracy and Jack. You think he’s my son?”
“ Without question.”
“ So what does she want? What is she doing?”
“ She’s a scorned woman who has come back to prove she’s a better mother than Bobbi.”
“ That’s crazy! Bobbi ... Being a mother is who she is! Teaching is just an extension of mothering. Tracy could never be! So does she think I’m gonna leave Bobbi now? When I see what a great mother she is? That’s delusional.”
“ I don’t think she wants you. She just wants to show you what you walked away from.”
He shook his head. “No. There’s something else going on.”
“ Then it might be best to slow down.”
“ But what’s Jack gonna think if I don’t try to get to know him?”
“ You’re going to try to build a relationship with him? Bring him into your family?”
“ You don’t think that’s the right thing?”
“ You just said you couldn’t ask Bobbi to be part of this. Now you’re talking about being his dad. You’re not making any sense.”
“ You’re right, you’re right.” He blew out a deep breath. “She makes me nuts.”
“ Yeah, and the less contact you have with her the better. Better for you, and better for Bobbi.”
“ I know that, but I don’t see what other choice I have. You make it sound like I have to choose between Jack and Bobbi. I don’t want this to come between us, but I can’t pretend that Jack doesn’t exist. He’s my son.”
“ And Bobbi is your wife. You can’t decide this unilaterally.”
“ What if she doesn’t want anything to do with Jack?”
Gavin took a long slow breath. “Then I think you should honor that.”
DUPLICITY
Rita paced between her kitchen and the front door. With each pass, she recalculated how much longer she should wait before slipping into full-fledged worrying. Fifteen minutes driving, fifteen minutes - or less - in confrontation and fifteen minutes driving back. Gavin should have been home twenty or thirty minutes ago.
Maybe he stopped in at Bobbi’s. Maybe that’s what was taking so long. No. He’d leave them to discuss things privately. She took the cell phone from her pocket one more time, and ran her thumb across the back as if she could massage a ring from it.
She opened her phone and stared at the keypad. What about a text message? Gavin kept his phone set to vibrate, so it wouldn’t interrupt. He could ignore it if it was a bad time, right? She quickly punched in “so?” and send. No reply.
She stuffed the phone back in her jeans pocket and strode to the window, peering up the empty street. Then she saw headlights. “Please,” she whispered. The car slowed as it approached the house, turning in their driveway at the last minute. “Finally.”
She backed away from the window and counted what should have been enough steps for Gavin to get to the porch, and then she swung the front door open. “What happened?”
“ Not much. She’s a very evasive woman.”
Rita pulled Gavin to the living room so they could sit. “Is the boy Chuck’s?”
“ She wouldn’t say,” he answered, dropping onto the small sofa. “Chuck’s going to have to take her to court, and make her give