A Mother to Love. Gail Martin Gaymer

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      Angie nodded. “I trust you’ll do a good job, and I’ll be right here.”

      Rick’s head spun hearing the dialogue between the two. Carly moved up and down the lengthy row, studying the plants as if she’d been asked to make a necklace from the crown jewels.

      Angie stood back, an amazing smile on her face, her rounded cheeks rosy. Even without lipstick, her lips were pink. They curved in a warm smile. “Look at her, Rick. She’s a little treasure.”

      He agreed. “I wish her mom could see this. Glenda’s work keeps her busy, and sometimes I feel she pays little attention to Carly. I hope she doesn’t notice.” He lowered his head and faced his own weakness. “And sometimes I don’t think I’m much better.”

      “Come on, Rick. You’re a loving person, and you dote on her when you talk about her.”

      “I know. I love her more than I can say, but sometimes I’m at a loss. I never would have thought to let her select flowers for a garden or help plant them. It’s something a mother thinks about, I guess. Watching you, I feel inadequate.”

      “Stop thinking like that. You’re creative. At Carly’s age, she’s learning all the time, and you can help teach her things she’ll remember always.”

      “You’re giving me more credit than I deserve, but thanks. I hope you’re right.” He touched her arm, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingers. “I’m definitely learning from you.”

      She gave a head shake and shifted her gaze to Carly, who’d begun to fill the flat with thoughtful choices.

      “Angie.” He drew in a breath, not wanting to ruin the moment or the day. “You’d make a wonderful mother. I really can’t understand why some man hasn’t snapped you up before now.” The only thing that made him know she’d heard him was the expression on her face.

      Her brow furrowed a moment before softening. “To be honest, Rick, I was never asked.”

      He drew back, unable to grasp what she’d said. “You’re kidding. That can’t be.”

      “But it is. I don’t tell people this. Once I thought I’d found my true love, but...” She shook her head. “It wasn’t meant to be, and after I looked back on it, I realized it would have been a mistake. I’ve never been open enough to arouse a man’s interest, since...since—”

      “It was the motorcycle guy, wasn’t it?” He recalled the impact the man’s death had on her.

      She nodded. “We were too different. He knew better than I did. I still thought he’d ask me, but he was killed before he might have.” She gave him a feeble grin. “But the ‘might have’ is unlikely. He loved his bike, camping and hanging out with the guys and their girls. That wasn’t me.”

      “Then what was the attraction?” The image bogged in his mind. The picture she painted wasn’t the Angie he knew.

      “I think it was the unknown, the surprise and unfamiliar. I was pretty straightforward. Raised to get an education and a good job. Do all the right things. Go to church. He lived on the edge, and I wished I could be more like that, but...”

      “But it doesn’t suit you.” Angie had become a woman he admired, one who would be a wonderful mother and a loving wife, a wife who would pitch in and work toward their mutual dreams.

      Dreams. The word stopped him. His dream, not hers, and he’d already warned himself. His heart sank.

      “It didn’t suit me. Not at all. When I really thought about the lifestyle, it frightened me. Still, I wanted to do something to stimulate my very mundane life.”

      “And your faith? Are you still a churchgoer?”

      She looked away, tension tightening her jaw. “No, I drifted. Too far, I’m afraid.”

      He slipped his arm around her shoulders. “It’s never too far or too late, Angie. God’s bigger than that. Your faith is still there. You just put it to sleep for a while, but with sleep comes renewed energy. Faith doesn’t stray too far.”

      Angie nodded, her gaze shifting to Carly. “You’ve done a wonderful job with her, Rick.” She strode to Carly’s side and helped her set the flat of flowers on the bottom shelf of the cart. “Now, let’s look for some roses.”

      Carly’s eyes widened. “Roses smell pretty, but they have thorns.”

      Rick slipped behind Carly, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Sometimes beautiful things have thorns that scare you away, but if you’re really careful, they’re worth all the trouble.” His gaze slipped to Angie, and he sensed she’d caught the analogy. From her expression he’d surprised her as much as his admission surprised him. He caught the handle of the basket. “Which way?”

      Angie pointed toward the outside, and when she turned, he followed her. They made their way down the rows and found the roses in an area close to the back of the nursery where many kinds and colors were on display. She and Carly studied the plants, and Angie settled on some Knock Out roses, which she said bloomed all summer. Carly picked out some long-stemmed blossoms.

      “Good choice, Carly,” he said. Angie signaled him to lift the plants into the cart while she watched Carly study other ones. An expression on her face warned him she had something on her mind. “Are you sure you want all these?”

      “I love them.” She smiled at Carly. “This young lady did a good job of choosing some beautiful roses. But...”

      When she faltered, he knew he’d been right. “But what?”

      Angie eyed Carly before answering. “It’ll take a long time to plant these, and I’m thinking that today may not be the best day.”

      He raised an eyebrow, letting her know he suspected she had left some things unspoken. “How long can flowers sit without being planted?”

      “No more than a day or so. I’ll need to keep them watered.”

      “What about tomorrow? Carly and I could come after church and finish the job.” His pulse skipped at his impulsiveness. She may have had enough of them. “That’s if you’d like us to.”

      Her face brightened. “I’d love you to come if you really don’t mind.”

      Carly’s eyes sparkled. “Can I help?”

      “You sure can.” Angie slipped her arm around Carly’s shoulders and gave her a hug. “I’ve never had such a good helper in my whole life.”

      “Daddy.” Carly bounced on her toes. “Can we come tomorrow?”

      “If Angie wants to put up with us another day, we sure can.”

      Carly clapped and twirled, then grabbed the handle of the cart and eyed Angie. “Are we done?”

      “If you’re planting tomorrow, I have a few more ideas.” Angie chucked Carly under the chin. “What do you think?”

      Carly gave a nod and waited for her to СКАЧАТЬ