Single Dads Collection. Lynne Marshall

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      What the hell was he thinking? He should never have let Lucy inside his home. Granted he’d only been here a couple weeks, but this was his home now. Having Lucy here botched up his plans to keep his life simple and his heart guarded.

      But damn, that scone was something else. He hadn’t had something that delicious and homemade in…well, ever. His wife hadn’t been much of a cook, but that never bothered him. They mostly lived off the ranch anyway, between the livestock and the fields. Noah had cooked, too, taking pity on Cara who panicked at the sight of a recipe or the thought of a casserole.

      This new lifestyle was taking some serious getting used to. Between the cooler weather, the free time he had from not ranching, and acclimating to the new force, his entire world had been reshaped. But he was grateful he had a job, a home, and his daughter. They’d make it because he was determined to give her the best life possible, considering the circumstances.

      “Want to see my room?” Emma asked Lucy.

      Without waiting for a reply, Emma hopped up from her little chair and grabbed Lucy’s hand.

      “Calm down, Em.” Noah finished clearing the tea set from the table. “Maybe Lucy has somewhere else to be. She hadn’t exactly planned on staying here today.”

      Lucy held Emma’s hand and stood. “I’d love to see your room.”

      “My daddy painted it just like I wanted,” Emma chattered as she led Lucy away. “And then he put up this sparkly light and…”

      Her voice trailed away and Noah glanced to the clock. It was almost time for him to lie down and get a few hours’ sleep before going into work later tonight. The realtor had suggested a fabulous babysitter that lived only two doors down: a retired lady who was known as the town grandma and had babysat for years. Having someone dependable and trustworthy made this entire process much less stressful. Each little layer of his new life that fell into place where he needed eased his worry.

      Noah wondered if he’d see Lucy at work, but then quickly pushed the thought aside. She’d been here for over an hour and if he was already looking forward to seeing her again, then he was falling down that rabbit hole he never wanted to be near again.

      He wasn’t ready to move on. Cara had been gone only six months. Shouldn’t he wait longer before allowing that desire to creep in? Not that he’d let this happen. He looked at Lucy and…well, his thoughts, emotions and feelings had slipped from his control.

      Noah rinsed out the tea set and put it away. Tea parties were a thing his wife had started with Emma and he’d wanted to keep some sense of normalcy in her life. As soon as they hit town, he took her shopping for a new tea set and they’d had a party every single day since. He didn’t mind dressing up so long as it put a smile on Emma’s face.

      When they were gone a lengthy amount of time, Noah figured he’d better go save Lucy because Emma hadn’t been around a woman, minus the sitter, since her mother passed. She was most likely craving that connection. Both of Cara’s parents were gone and so was Noah’s mother…he’d never known his father.

      Noah reached the doorway and found Emma and Lucy on the widow seat. Emma had already draped necklaces and headbands on Lucy.

      “Oh, honey. Maybe Lucy didn’t want to be covered in accessories.”

      Lucy picked up another hair ribbon. “Actually, it’s been a long time since someone pampered me. I was rather enjoying myself.”

      The sight of Emma with another young woman, and not his late wife, did something to him. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. On one hand, there was that ever-pressing remorse he carried. The guilt of getting on with his life. The guilt of not having been able to save his wife.

      He’d been a police officer back in Texas as well and had saved others, but ultimately he hadn’t been able to save his own wife. He’d spoken to her after the storm and she’d assured him she was fine, but he should have—

      He stopped himself. The blame would never end.

      On the other hand, he knew his wife would’ve wanted him to move on, to live for their daughter. She wouldn’t like that he was feeling guilt, because that emotion robbed his happiness.

      “I hate to break up this party, but it’s time for you to go to Miss Mary’s house.”

      Emma protested with a whine, but Lucy placed a hand on her knee. “It’s okay. Maybe we can have another playdate.”

      “Really?” Emma asked, suddenly in a better mood.

      Lucy glanced to Noah. “If your dad doesn’t mind.”

      Noah weighed the options. He didn’t want to let this get too routine because Emma would likely get attached. He had to watch out for her, but on the other hand, it was nice to see his daughter open up and want to play and be with another young woman.

      He couldn’t lie—seeing them together put his guard up. He wasn’t looking for a replacement for his wife or mother for his child. At this point, he wasn’t looking for anything because he was still trying to figure out this new life.

      A mix of emotions swirled through him. He was attracted to Lucy and he had to assume that was normal, but that didn’t mean he felt good about it. It didn’t mean it was right to happen at this particular moment.

      “I’m pretty busy, though.” Lucy glanced to Noah and back to Emma. “I’ll talk to your dad later at work and we’ll see. Okay?”

      Lucy took off all of her play jewelry and hair accessories. After laying them on the window seat, she bent down to Emma.

      “Thank you so much for showing me your room. It is beautiful just like you. Maybe one day you could come see my horses since I know you miss yours.”

      Emma squealed. “Can I, Daddy? Please, please, please.”

      Noah laughed. “We’ll see what we can work out.”

      Emma threw her arms around Lucy’s neck and Noah had to look away. He couldn’t see this, couldn’t let his heart flip over in his chest. He loved Emma with everything he had in him, but Lucy was practically a stranger.

      Maybe he needed distance himself, because the more he was around Lucy with her sweet smile and her easygoing nature, the more he wanted to be. And the fact she’d brought him a peace offering wasn’t helping the case he was trying to make regarding staying emotionally detached.

      Lucy had enjoyed a tea party, she’d played dress-up, and she’d baked him scones. And that was only in a little over an hour. What would happen if he invited her back for dinner? Or if they СКАЧАТЬ