Big Girls Don't Cry. Brenda Novak

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      “I’m sorry I missed him, too,” he said. “See you at seven.”

      “I’ll be there.”

      

      ISAAC WATCHED the woman he’d just met hustle her children—and her elderly dog—back into the house.

      Rena O’Connell had given her name as though she’d owned it for a long time and was comfortable using it. But she couldn’t be married to Keith. He was already married to Elizabeth.

      Maybe they were only living together. This was a small community. Maybe Keith had met Reenie no more than a few months ago. When he moved in with her, she took his name to hide the fact that they weren’t officially married. It’d be a good way to avoid the criticism of a small, conservative community, right?

      But the three girls…That was where his theory collapsed. Even though Reenie’s youngest daughter didn’t resemble Keith, there was no doubt that the two older girls were his. Which meant Keith’s relationship with Reenie must have predated his relationship with Liz.

      It wasn’t a reassuring thought.

      Isaac needed to investigate a little more, figure out when and how this whole thing had started.

      He circled the Jeep to convince anyone who might be watching that he was really interested in it. Then he started toward the car he’d rented in Boise.

      The front door of Reenie’s house opened before he could reach the curb, and her youngest daughter stepped out. “My mommy said I can give you a cookie,” she said, and began clomping toward him in snow boots at least four sizes too big.

      He met her halfway up the driveway so she wouldn’t trip and accepted an oatmeal cookie. “Thank you.”

      She shaded her eyes so she could look up at him. “Can I go to the diner with you and Mommy tonight?”

      He quickly swallowed a mouthful of cookie. “That’s not up to me, honey.”

      “But my mom said no.” She grimaced and put a hand to her belly. “And I’m hungry.”

      “I’m sure she’s planning to give you dinner.”

      “She’s making chicken potpie.”

      He took another bite of cookie. “You don’t like chicken potpie?”

      “She puts peas in it!”

      Isabella said “peas” as though she meant “bugs.”

      “Can’t you pick them out?” he asked.

      She shook her head. “Mommy won’t let me.”

      “Green vegetables are good for you. They make you strong.”

      Her shoulders slumped. “Don’t tell me that. I already know.”

      Isaac couldn’t help grinning at her. He thought about Mica and Christopher, who very likely had three half siblings they knew nothing about. The news would rock their world along with Elizabeth’s. But this little imp was particularly appealing. Not only was she pretty, she had a flare for the dramatic that made him laugh.

      “What’s so funny?” she asked, eyeing him warily.

      “You are,” he admitted, enjoying his cookie.

      Her eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t say a joke.”

      “I know. You’re just very cute.” He glanced beyond her to the bassett hound that waited dutifully on the porch. “What’s your dog’s name?”

      “Old Bailey.”

      “Did you name him?”

      “No, my daddy did. He gave him to Mommy for her birthday.”

      “When was that?”

      “Oh…a hundred years ago.”

      He chuckled. Reenie couldn’t be much older than thirty. “That many, huh?”

      “No, wait. Maybe it was…two hundred.” She nodded as though she was now positive about her answer.

      “Then, it’s definitely been a while.”

      “He’s a good doggy.”

      “I bet he is.” Tights covered the thin legs that disappeared into her oversize footwear. “Nice boots,” he said.

      She grinned proudly. “They’re my mom’s.”

      “I see. So…” He lowered his voice, even though he highly doubted anyone inside could hear them. “Where’s your dad?”

      “At work.”

      “Where does he work?”

      She seemed to have difficulty with this one. “Far away.”

      Isaac swallowed the last of the cookie. “What’s your daddy’s name?”

      “Keith, silly.” She added a giggle for his ignorance. “You know that.”

      “Right, Keith.” Considering the fact that she’d just told him Reenie had received Bailey two centuries ago, he wasn’t sure how reliable her answers were. But she was the only one of Reenie’s children who wasn’t old enough to consider his questions in a critical light. “Is he your only daddy?”

      She wrinkled her nose. “What?”

      “Have there been any other…grown men in your mother’s life?”

      “My Uncle Gabe comes to visit. He can’t walk.”

      “That’s too bad.”

      “If I tease him about it, he dangles me upside down.” Another smile.

      “Are you sure it’s nice to tease him?”

      “He doesn’t mind. He likes it.”

      “Really. That’s difficult to imagine. But I’m not talking about Uncle Gabe.”

      Her expression reflected her confusion.

      He checked the house and saw Jennifer peering out at him but continued to question Isabella. “Don’t some of the kids at school have a dad and a stepdad?”

      “My friend Glenda does. But I don’t. Duh.” She rolled her eyes and laughed again. “Don’t you know anything?”

      He pinched his lip. “I admit that I’m a little puzzled.”

      “About what?”

      The whole situation. His brother-in-law seemed to have built two complete families. Two families that existed in different parts of the country. And, from what Isaac could tell, they were completely unaware СКАЧАТЬ