His-and-Hers Family. Helen Lacey

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СКАЧАТЬ looked at him and colored beneath his penetrating stare. “Just me.”

      “Good,” he said and piled food onto his fork. “More noodles for us.”

      Fiona was tempted to smile. There was a casual, easygoing way about his mood and she liked it. Too much. She didn’t want to think about him that way. He was her ticket to her daughter, and she had to keep her head on straight. Imagining anything else was nonsensical.

      “Wyatt …” She lingered over his name and discovered she liked the sound of it rolling around on her tongue. “What are you really doing here? I know it’s not to share Chinese food or inquire about my love life.”

      He placed the fork on the small cardboard container. “I was concerned about you.”

      Fiona’s skin tingled. “There’s no need to be,” she assured him. “I’m fine. I’m always fine.”

      “So you’re fine?”

      He was smiling at her, and Fiona experienced a strange dip low in her belly. Really low. She marshaled her wits. “So what have you decided to do about Cecily?”

      He looked at her. “After our conversation yesterday, I thought it was more about what you wanted to do?”

      I want to see her.

      “I don’t really know,” she said instead. “I thought I did. I thought I knew how I’d react if this moment ever came. Instead I’m completely unprepared. In my mind, when I played this moment over and over, Cecily was an adult and came to find me on her own. Then I could have faced her as an adult. But she’s a child and I know I have to be the strong one … like I should know exactly how to respond and react. But I don’t,” she admitted. “Part of me is overjoyed. The other part …” She paused, waited and couldn’t believe she was exposing her most vulnerable thoughts. “The other part almost wishes you’d never come here.”

      The air crackled as she waited for him to respond. “You are strong, Fiona. Anyone can see that. But I don’t want you to have any illusions,” he said directly. “Cecily wants this reunion—but she’s a kid and at the moment is caught up in the excitement of the prospect of reconnecting with her birth mother. Once the dust settles and the novelty passes, the questions will start. And perhaps the blame. Are you ready for that?”

      No, I’m not. She knew what questions would come. But she wasn’t about to admit that to the man in front of her. “Are you saying I can see her? That you approve of me?”

      Wyatt wasn’t sure what he was feeling. He’d read the investigator’s report and could easily come to the conclusion that Fiona Walsh was a good person. She was a schoolteacher and had friends in the small community. Was it enough? She seemed suitable to connect with Cecily. But he’d been wrong before. And he couldn’t be sure what Fiona intended, either, despite what she said. He knew what Cecily wanted, and that didn’t make the decision any easier. She was as headstrong as they came, particularly on this issue. But there was bound to be fallout—and he didn’t want his niece, his family or Fiona paying a heavy emotional price.

      “I think … I think you’ll do what’s right for Cecily.”

      “I will,” she said solemnly. “You have my word. My promise.” She stalled for a second and then spoke again. “What’s she like?”

      “She’s terrific. Cecily’s a nice kid, but she doesn’t hold back. She says what she thinks, blurts out whatever is on her mind and has a temper to match her red hair.” His mouth flattened in a half smile. “Sound familiar?”

      She nodded, and Wyatt saw her eyes shining just a little bit more than usual. “Do you have a picture?”

      “Of Cecily? Yes,” he said and took out his smartphone. He pressed a couple of buttons and passed it to her.

      Silence stretched between them. Food and beer were forgotten. She blinked a few times and drew in a deep breath as she stared at the picture on the small screen. The resemblance between them was unmistakable, and Wyatt knew that seeing her daughter’s image for the first time was difficult for her.

      “Thank you,” she said and pushed the phone across the table. “Can you send me a copy of that?”

      “Sure.” Wyatt popped it back into his pocket. “Have you any questions?”

      “Hundreds.”

      He grinned and reclaimed his fork. “Fire away.”

      “Does she like school?”

      “Yes. She’s a good student.”

      “She has friends?”

      “More than I could count.”

      She nodded. “Is she happy?”

      “Most of the time. She struggled after Karen and Jim died. But with a lot of love and support, she pulled through. She’s strong, gutsy.” Wyatt watched Fiona’s eyes shadow with a hazy kind of sadness. It twisted something inside his chest. Made him want to offer … what? Comfort? Get a grip. “She’s a lot like you.”

      Fiona laughed. Brittle. Uncertain. “I’m not gutsy.”

      “I’ve read the file, remember?” he said and then wondered if mentioning it was wise. She didn’t react and he decided to push deeper. “Why have you moved around so much?”

      “Habit.”

      Wyatt’s brows shot up. “That’s not it. Tell me why.”

      She speared another dumpling and slid the carton across the table. “Looking for roots, I guess.”

      “Did you find them?”

      She ate the dumpling, and when she licked her lips, his heart smashed in his chest. I definitely have to stop looking at her mouth.

      “I found Callie and Evie, my two best friends,” she explained. “And I like this town. I enjoy my job and my little house.” She glanced around the room. “Plus I can have Titan nearby.”

      “So, no boyfriend?”

      Her lips curled up. “Didn’t we cover that already? I’m single.”

      “Happily?”

      She stopped tossing her fork through a carton of spicy chicken. “Who’s happy about being alone?”

      She had a point. Although since he’d broken up with Yvette, Wyatt hadn’t wanted to pursue anything serious with anyone. He’d dated one woman since then, and that had faded before it had really begun. He wasn’t in any kind of hurry to lay his heart on the line again. He doubted he ever would be. “Better to be unhappy alone than miserable with someone else.”

      “Spoken from experience?” she asked.

      He shrugged the question off. “Old news.”

      She swapped cartons. “You know things about me. It’s only fair for you to share a little, don’t you think?”

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