I'm Your Man. Susan Crosby

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      Riley wanted Maureen to stay close as he hopped from the playhouse to the slide, then onto the swings and cargo ropes. When he got to a stretch-rope merry-go-round, he watched the other children play but didn’t make a move to join them.

      Even at six, he’s a loner, Maureen thought, watching him. Or maybe he needed to know the lay of the land before he threw himself into the fray—which was a smart move and the opposite of his mother, who had rarely thought through anything before taking action.

      Maureen gave Riley a push on a swing then glanced to where Ted sat at one of the picnic tables, staring into space. He’d been married at thirty, divorced at forty and was childless—a conscious choice. He didn’t think the city was a good place to raise children, and he was a city man through and through. His ex-wife had at first been in agreement, then changed her mind and wanted a family, after all. She divorced him, remarried and now had four children—and lived in the city. He’d kept no photos of her, not even of their wedding, so Maureen had never seen what the woman looked like.

      “Higher, Grandma! Push me higher!”

      He giggled as she pushed him, and she saw Ted smile at the joyful sound.

      Together they ate their lunch of turkey sandwiches, chips and cookies, all things Riley had selected at the deli section at the local market. He swung his legs while he devoured his lunch, the toes of his sneakers dragging the ground, his focus on the children playing. She wished she knew him well enough to read his expression. Was he tired? Or sad, perhaps? He looked solemn, anyway, had lost his former playfulness.

      “Won’t be too long before you’re in first grade,” Maureen said.

      “Grandma.” His tone was tolerant. “I’m already in first grade. I graduated, you know.”

      “Do you like school?” Ted asked.

      “It’s fun. But Cody says first grade is hecka hard.”

      “Who’s Cody?”

      “He lives next door. He’s seven.” He took a big bite of cookie. “He knows everything.”

      They left the park soon after with a promise to return the next day. Riley skipped a little ahead of Maureen and Ted, stopping often to inspect items of interest. He would be ready for a nap, then Maureen would have to face the music with Ted.

      “Can I have another cookie, plea—Papa!” Riley shouted as they neared the house. He took off running. “Papa!”

      A man rose from his perch on Maureen’s tiny porch. She’d recognize him anywhere—Daniel Cregg, Riley’s paternal grandfather. Maureen’s nemesis.

      The man who’d stolen her daughter and grandson.

      CHAPTER 3

      Rileyism #1: “I’m six. You know what that means, don’t you?”

      “Papa!” Riley opened the gate and raced up the stairs into Daniel’s arms. Envy swamped Maureen. She’d gotten a hug from Riley only by taking one, yet he threw himself at Daniel.

      Riley even had a nickname for him, Papa, while she was just plain Grandma.

      “The grandfather, I presume,” Ted said as they reached the wrought-iron gate.

      “In the flesh.” And she certainly couldn’t fault the flesh.

      He wasn’t quite six feet tall, had a runner’s lean build with a weight lifter’s shoulders. His dark-blond hair was thick and wavy, not quite long enough to band into a ponytail. He dressed like the college students he taught, in jeans, T-shirt and a Cascade University sweatshirt, even though he was, like Ted, fifty years old.

      And he was a vegetarian. And never on time for anything. And disorganized. All the things she disliked. But mostly she disliked—hated—that he’d enticed her daughter and grandson away from her.

      He stood on the porch nuzzling Riley into giggles as Maureen and Ted climbed the stairs.

      “Hey,” he said, his tone friendly.

      “Doesn’t anyone have the courtesy to call ahead anymore?” she asked, walking past him and unlocking her front door. “You don’t own a telephone, Daniel?”

      “I didn’t have time to waste or the inclination to warn her that I was coming. I knew I couldn’t stop her by talking to her on the phone.” He set Riley down and picked up a small, scuffed, black leather bag.

      Riley raced down the hallway and into the living room, his energy back in full measure. “Come see my city, Papa!”

      “Just a sec, bud.” Daniel extended a hand to Ted. “Daniel Cregg.”

      “Ted Montague.”

      “Oh, yeah, the boyfriend. You got yourself a…an interesting woman there.” He flashed a grin at Maureen. “So, where’s Jess?”

      “Gone.”

      He paled. “Gone? She doesn’t have to report until Tuesday.” Gone, too, was the devil-may-care smile. “She’s already in L.A.?”

      Maureen glanced at her watch. “I would say she’s there by now, yes. We’ll talk about it while Riley’s having his nap.” She’d always made an effort to be civil to Daniel in front of Riley. And for the first time, she had possession, therefore control. She liked it—a lot. “Can I get you some refreshment?” she asked.

      “I don’t suppose you have any carrot juice?”

      “Gee, Daniel, if only I’d known you were coming….” She gestured toward the sidewalk. “I can give you directions to the local health food store. You can jog there and back in twenty minutes, I would guess. Or will that interfere with your getting to the airport on time for your return flight?”

      His amber eyes glittered. “Water will be fine. Thank you.”

      “Is tap okay?” Oh, yeah, she was enjoying herself.

      “If that’s all you have.”

      “Come in, then. I’m surprised you don’t have your own with you. I can’t remember seeing you without a bottle of water with that funny-looking filter on it.” She headed for the kitchen, leaving Daniel in the living room. Ted followed her.

      “What’s going on between you two?” he asked, setting their picnic cooler on the counter.

      “I told you before that we’ve never gotten along.”

      “I know you feel he’s kept Jess and Riley from you all these years, but you were the one she left her son with this time. Obviously, things aren’t as rosy as you thought with that relationship.”

      Obviously. But why? What had happened? She poured a glass of tepid tap water. “I don’t feel he kept them from me. I know he did. He offered her an apartment of her own above his garage—a really nice one. He pays all of her expenses. She doesn’t have any responsibilities whatsoever. Is that any way to help a teenage mother mature and become independent, as she should have been by now? Daniel hasn’t helped СКАЧАТЬ