proof.”
“ But you think he is Chuck’s son?”
Gavin slowly lifted his head and looked in her eyes. “She wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t.”
Rita slumped against the back of the sofa. An illegitimate son. Now what? “If Chuck takes her to court, is he going to try to get joint custody?”
“ That’s the plan.” Gavin slipped his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. “I just don’t know.”
“ What?”
“ I don’t know if that’s the best thing, especially for Bobbi.”
“ Does he understand what this will do to her? He promised he would never hurt her again. He has to stand by that.”
“ He thinks he is.”
“ But?”
“ Tracy doesn’t want any money from him, and she certainly doesn’t want any help raising her son. It might be better for everybody if Chuck just left her alone.”
Rita’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. “Gavin, I’m stunned. We agree for a change.”
“ You’ll make me second-guess myself,” he said with a smile, but then he looked away and that smile faded. “I knew something was up with him when he was cheating on Bobbi, and I didn’t say anything.”
“ You can’t blame yourself for that.”
“ Maybe not, but I owe it to Bobbi to talk some sense into him before this goes much further.”
“ That clock couldn’t move any slower without going backwards,” Bobbi muttered as she looked out the front window again. The last time Chuck saw Tracy was the last night he was with her maybe the night this boy was conceived. What if he was still attracted to her?
That woman had the perfect set-up now. She could call their house, call Chuck’s office, or call his cell phone for ostensibly legitimate reasons. How long would it be before she wore him down this time? Chuck. He couldn’t withstand her tactics indefinitely.
Then what? How much more humiliating would it be the second time around? Their marriage would not recover from adultery again.
“ Be sensible,” she chided. “Chuck loves you. You trust him. He is not going to cheat on you with that woman ever again, no matter how many kids she turns up with.”
She checked the clock again. Why didn’t he call? What if Tracy was the unstable type Ann warned them about? What if her plan was to get rid of Chuck in some psychotic murder-suicide? And she sent Gavin right into the middle of that.
Glancing up, she saw Chuck’s car in the driveway. No time for relief though. She quickly dropped into the easy chair, picked up the nearest magazine. He wanted calm and rational - that’s exactly what she would give him.
She heard the deadbolt click as he turned it, but he lingered in the entry hall. A bad sign. He had bad news and he didn’t want to tell her. Great. “In here,” she called, prodding him to get it over with.
He shuffled into the living room and smiled at her. He’d spent the day in crisis mode, and now emotional exhaustion pulled his shoulders down. “You’ve been pacing the whole time, haven’t you?” he asked.
“ I have not. Don’t be silly.”
He gently pulled the magazine from her hand, and dropped it on the floor. “I’ve never known you to have an interest in Labor Law Journal .”
“ I read it all the time. I belong to a union, you know. It’s very relevant.”
He slumped onto the sofa and leaned his head back. “I couldn’t get a straight answer out of her.”
Of course not. If Tracy told him everything tonight, there’d be no reason for him to come back.
“ I’ll have to get a court order to get her to supply proof I’m Jack’s father.”
“ Jack? He’s Jack now?”
“ She calls him Jack.” He raised his head and looked at her. “He, uh, he does look like Joel.”
“ You met him, then?”
“ Not really. He said goodnight on his way up to bed.”
“ So what purpose did this trip serve?” she asked, throwing her hands up. “You don’t know any more now than you did before.”
“ I know you don’t trust me.”
“ That’s ridiculous.”