Название: Driftwood Cottage
Автор: Sherryl Woods
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781472010308
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Mick shrugged. “Up to you, though it seems a shame for this boy of yours not to have a full-time daddy in his life.” He frowned at Connor. “And before you say a word, I may have been gone too much, but I was a full-time father, and all of you knew it.”
Back on the defensive, Connor said, “My son knows I love him.”
“How’s he supposed to know a thing like that when he never sees you?”
“I see him all the time,” Connor said. “Heather brought him for a visit just last week.”
“For an hour or two, I’ll bet,” Mick scoffed. “What kind of parenting is that?”
“He’s little more than a year old,” Connor protested. “Right now he needs his mother more than he needs me. When he’s a little older, he’ll spend more time with me.”
“And he’ll still grow up to complain that he hardly knew his daddy,” Mick said, then held up a hand to forestall Connor’s retort. “Pot calling the kettle black, I know, but that makes me the voice of experience. Don’t let these precious years pass by without being a part of them. Learn from my mistakes.”
Connor considered another quick, heated comeback, but instead dropped down onto the dock next to little Mick. “Hey, buddy, catch anything?”
His son gave him a wide grin and happily waved his tiny fishing rod in the air. He crawled off Mick’s lap to lean into Connor’s side, snuggling close, and reminding Connor in ways that Mick’s words never could, of just what his stubbornness was costing him.
When the quilt shop had emptied of customers around lunchtime, Heather called next door and reached Megan. “Do you have a minute?”
“Jane’s about to go pick up a couple of sandwiches, so I can’t leave just now. What’s going on?”
“Could you just meet me out front? We’ll both be able to see if any customers come this way.”
“Sure. Do you want Jane to bring back something for you, too?”
Food was the last thing on Heather’s mind. All she’d been able to think about for the past hour was Connor’s unexpected appearance earlier.
“If she’s going to Sally’s, have her bring me back a tuna fish sandwich on a croissant,” she said eventually. “I’ll bring the money outside with me now.”
“Will do. See you in a minute,” Megan promised.
One of the improvements the town had made along Main Street and Shore Road had been to add benches in front of many of the shops. It allowed weary shoppers to rest for a few minutes, but even more essential, it allowed bored husbands to relax outside, instead of pacing around casting daunting looks that cut short their wives’ shopping sprees.
Though the sun was warm, the breeze off the bay was cool. Heather pulled on a sweater, then sat outside to wait for Megan. When Connor’s mother joined her, she sighed as she sat down.
“This feels so good,” Megan said. “I’ve been on my feet all morning. I shouldn’t complain, because that means business has been good. How about you? Were you busy?”
“Swamped,” Heather said. “Mostly lookers, but I did have a couple of nice sales.”
Megan regarded her intently. “Then why don’t you look happier?”
“Connor’s here,” she announced, watching Megan closely for a reaction.
“Really? He didn’t let any of us know he was coming.”
“But you knew he might be coming home, didn’t you? You don’t sound all that surprised.”
Megan shrugged. “I hoped he’d be home soon, of course, but I didn’t know his plans.”
Heather still didn’t believe Megan was as clueless as she was pretending to be. “Why didn’t you warn me? He walked in here this morning, spoiling for a fight. I’m not even sure how he knew this shop was mine, since you said you hadn’t told him.”
“I hadn’t said a word,” Megan reiterated. “He might have recognized the quilt in the window. Didn’t you tell me it used to hang on the wall in your apartment?”
Heather couldn’t believe Connor had paid that much attention to the quilt she’d made. When she’d worked on it in the evenings, his head had mostly been buried in law books. He’d barely even commented when she’d hung it in their townhouse.
“I suppose it’s possible,” she conceded slowly. “Are you sure you didn’t let something slip about the shop?”
“I told you I wouldn’t,” Megan said, clearly not taking offense at the question. “But I did warn you he was bound to find out about it sooner or later. Is he upset?”
Heather nodded. “I’m not entirely sure if it’s because it caught him off guard or because I’m here in his town.”
“Probably a little of both,” Megan assessed. “Did you talk?”
“Not really. I didn’t want to get into anything here when a customer could walk in at any second. We agreed we’d talk some more when I bring little Mick over for dinner tomorrow.”
The look of satisfaction in Megan’s eye suggested she’d been hoping for exactly that. Heather studied her suspiciously. “Are you sure you didn’t have anything to do with luring him down here this weekend?”
“I can honestly say that I haven’t spoken to him in days,” Megan said.
“I think there’s a loophole in there somewhere, but I swear I can’t spot it,” Heather said with regret. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter what Connor’s doing here. Like you said, he was bound to turn up sooner or later. I guess I’d just been hoping for later. I’m not quite ready to go head-to-head with him. I’m still feeling my way with this new life of mine. I might not be strong enough to defend every decision.”
“Of course you are,” Megan said. “You’ve started a whole new life for yourself and your son. You can handle anything Connor dishes out. You were strong enough to walk away, after all. That took courage, Heather, especially when your heart wanted you to stay.”
“I only did it because I felt I didn’t have any other choice. Your son is a very smooth talker. If he puts his mind to it, he can destroy all of my rational reasons for being here and convince me I belong with him.”
Megan regarded her curiously. “Are you really worried that he’ll talk you into something you don’t want to do?” she asked, then added gently, “Or that he won’t try at all?”
Heather sat back with a heartfelt sigh. There it was, the undeniable truth. As smart as she knew her decision to move out and leave Connor had been, a part of her still desperately wanted him to fight to get her back. If he didn’t, the part of her heart that wasn’t already broken would finally shatter.
Connor’s plan to take his rowboat out for the afternoon had pretty much gone up in smoke when СКАЧАТЬ