The Super Mum. Karen Smith Rose

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      He inched back away from her. “I’m glad you liked it.”

      When she saw he was extricating himself, she slid forward and then climbed to her feet. Slapping her hands together to warm them, she grimaced. “I think it’s time to go. The kids have got to be as cold as I am.”

      He wasn’t cold at all because of the fire that had started burning inside of him—a fire he knew could only lead to trouble. “Maybe we could round them up and have more of that hot chocolate. Anthony hasn’t even looked me directly in the eyes yet today, and I’d like to accomplish at least that much.”

      “Hot chocolate it is. I think there are a few cookies left, too.”

      They began trudging up the hill. The snow was wearing an icy sheen from the movement of the sleds on top of it. Near the top, one of Angela’s booted feet slipped.

      Before she could topple sideways, David wrapped an arm around her. They were body to body again, and he wondered if he should have just let her fall.

      But he couldn’t have done that.

      As soon as she regained her balance, she pushed away. “Thanks,” she mumbled, negotiating the rest of the climb herself.

      David was beginning to see that Angela Schumacher was a modern day, independent woman.

      Maybe.

      Jessica had taught him that actions weren’t always a good indicator of what was going on inside a woman’s head. After the accident that had killed one of his friends and ruined his career, she could have earned an Academy Award for her smiling visits of support, the cards she sent him in rehab, the telephone calls that had assured him he’d be on top of the world again in no time.

      The day after the accident, everyone had known his NFL dreams were dust. Including Jessica. Maybe she really hadn’t known how she’d felt. Maybe she’d been trying out a role to see how it fit. Maybe she hadn’t felt any love at all, but had simply wanted to ride his jersey into a life of fame, fortune, big houses and luxurious cars. She’d walked away because she’d signed up for a fiancé different from the one she’d gotten.

      Loyalty and promises kept were rare commodities these days.

      Angela was shaking when she reached the top of the hill. Her trembling had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with David Moore. Teenage crushes were long ago and far away and had no right to reach out and grab her now. Just because his eyes seemed to swallow her up. Just because his smile made her toes curl. Just because he listened as if she really had something to say. None of that could excuse this reaction.

      Olivia came running over to her.

      With a nonchalance she wished she could feel, David offered, “I’ll round up Michael and Anthony and stow their gear.”

      “I’ll warm up the van and get out the snacks.”

      As Olivia dragged her tube behind her, they walked toward the van in the parking lot. “Do we have to go home?”

      “Sure do. You’re going to turn into an icicle otherwise.”

      When Angela pressed the remote to open the doors, Olivia asked, “How did it feel going down the hill with Coach Moore?”

      What should a mother say to that? “It was over so fast I hardly remember it.”

      Liar, an inner voice accused.

      “He’s a real hottie, isn’t he?”

      Angela just stared at her daughter. She was only seven, for goodness sakes. “Where do you pick up this language?”

      “I watch TV,” her daughter said impishly, then added, “I hear the middle-school girls talking on the bus. Everybody does. I don’t live in a bubble, Mom.”

      Whatever happened to seven-year-olds playing with baby dolls, putting puzzles together or skipping rope with friends? Even Olivia wanted an MP3 player for Christmas, and Angela had no doubts she probably knew how to use one.

      Still with that grin, her daughter added, “I think you like him.”

      Oh, terrific! Apparently her reactions to the man were obvious even to Olivia.

      “Coach Moore is going to spend some time with Anthony, I hope. That’s it.”

      “You don’t want to go out with him?” Olivia asked with her eyes narrowing.

      “Of course not. When would I even have time?” She dropped her arm around Olivia’s shoulders. “I’ve got a life daughter, dear. I’ve got you and Anthony and Michael. What more do I need?”

      “You still miss Daddy, don’t you?”

      As always, when her kids asked a question like that, Angela paid complete attention. Dropping down to Olivia’s eye level she admitted, “I miss what we once had. I miss another adult in the house to talk to…someone I’m connected with in a special way. But I can’t control what your dad does. I wish he’d visit with all of you more, but he’s trying to get a new business up and running, and that keeps him busy.” At least that was the excuse Jerome was giving. It was also his excuse for not sending timely child support payments.

      “I miss Daddy, but I don’t miss you and him arguing about him never being there.”

      Kids saw and heard everything and she had to remind herself of that every day. “Things are just different now. We’re a different kind of family. And that’s okay.”

      “So…” Olivia drawled. “Don’t you want to go to the movies or something with Coach Moore?”

      “No,” Angela returned, straightening. “That’s not on the agenda. As I said, he’s going to be Anthony’s friend. Then maybe your brother won’t be so miserable all the time.”

      “Yeah. Then maybe he’ll stay out of my room.”

      Ten minutes later they were inside the van, drinking hot chocolate and munching on chocolate chip cookies. David had encouraged Olivia to take the front seat beside her mom while he sat in back of Angela and Anthony sat beside him. Of his own accord, Michael had crawled into the van’s third seat. They’d left the door open a bit on Anthony’s side.

      “Your mom makes great cookies,” David commented.

      “Some moms don’t bake at all,” Olivia remarked over her shoulder, sounding shocked, as if that was inconceivable.

      Suddenly one of Anthony’s friends was standing at the van door.

      “Hi, Simon,” Angela greeted him. Simon was in Anthony’s class and also had played Little League with him.

      Simon pointed to David. “My dad says he played for the NFL.”

      Anthony cut a sideways glance to David. “You didn’t tell me that. Is that true?”

      Angela was all ears herself.

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