Daniel's Daddy. Stella Bagwell

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      Jess threw his jacket at the end of a grungy plaid couch, then pushed his fingers wearily through his damp hair. He hated this damn house, he thought as he glanced around the small, cluttered room. It reminded him of the isolated, pitiful life his father had led.

      Frank had spent most of his time sitting in this dusty old house. Drinking. Grieving over a woman who’d walked out on him and his small son years before. After Jess had grown into a young man, he’d often tried to reach out to his father, to try to help him get past the torment that made him reach for a bottle too often. But Jess had never been able to make his father see what he was doing to himself. He’d continued on a downward spiral, until finally the alcohol had taken him over completely. These past ten years, Frank had rarely been sober.

      No woman was worth it, Jess told himself bitterly. There wasn’t a woman on this earth who could ever move him to drink himself to addiction, to give up on life.

      Sighing, he took a seat on the couch. “Come here, son. Let’s get you out of that wet jacket.”

      “I’m hungry, Daddy,” Daniel said as he obediently sidled up to his father.

      “I know you are. I’ll see what I can find in the kitchen in a few minutes. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and wash your hands.”

      The dark-headed boy looked at his father. “My hands aren’t dirty. See?”

      He held up his small hands for inspection and Jess shook his head.

      “How do you know they aren’t dirty?” Jess asked.

      Daniel tilted his head to one side as though his father’s question didn’t make sense at all. “Because you can’t see it.”

      Normally, Jess found his son’s logical, nearly four-year-old mind amusing, but today he could hardly force a smile on his face. Even though Jess had been expecting it, the death of his father had shattered him. Not that they were close. It was hard to be close to a man who was more concerned with drowning his sorrows in a bottle than being with his son. Still, he’d loved his father. Alcoholic or not, he was going to miss him terribly.

      He looked accusingly at Betty Malone’s photo still sitting atop the dusty television. Women were to be enjoyed by man, not cherished. At least Jess knew that, even though his father had never learned it.

      “Some kinds of dirt you can’t see,” Jess said. “So you’d better go wash to make sure.”

      Daniel frowned but didn’t argue the point. Instead, he scampered off toward the bathroom, making zooming noises all the way.

      Jess leaned back against the couch and let his gaze drift once again to the picture of his mother. He’d never really known the woman. She’d left him and his father long before Jess was old enough to build memories of her. It would be the same with his own son, he realized with a pang of bitter resentment. Michelle, Daniel’s mother, had skipped out on them as soon as she was able to leave the hospital.

      It wasn’t the way Jess had planned or hoped it to be. Early in their relationship, Michelle had insisted she loved him, and when she’d unexpectedly gotten pregnant, Jess had wanted to marry her. He’d wanted her, himself and the baby to be a family. But Michelle had balked at making such a big commitment. It had been all he could do to talk Michelle out of an abortion.

      His mouth twisted with the memory. He’d hoped that Michelle would change as her pregnancy advanced. That her mothering instinct would kick in. It hadn’t. She’d resented the nausea, the weight gain, the sheer confinement of her condition. By the time she’d gone through the pain of giving birth, she’d told Jess she was leaving. She didn’t want to be a mother. So she’d gone, leaving Jess with a newborn and a hard-learned lesson.

      But that had happened almost four years ago. He’d put Michelle and her irresponsibility behind him. Daniel was happy and healthy and Jess was going to make sure that he stayed that way. He was determined to see that the boy didn’t grow up feeling as unloved and unwanted as Jess had. No matter that the only family they had was each other.

      Rising and entering the kitchen, Jess started to put a sandwich together for Daniel when a knock sounded on the front door. He went to answer it, Daniel following closely on his heels.

      “Hello, Jess.”

      Jess stared at the woman standing on the small slab of concrete outside the door. He’d expected it to be one of his father’s old cronies. Not Hannah.

      “May I…come in?” she asked hesitantly.

      Jess noticed a swathe of color flooding her cheeks as she spoke. Apparently, this woman was still as shy as she’d been back in high school. It only made him wonder how she’d summoned enough courage to come over here.

      He pushed open the screen door, then stood aside to allow her entry. “It’s been a long time. I almost didn’t recognize you at the cemetery.”

      Because he’d been too busy looking at her legs, he thought with self-disgust. What was the matter with him, anyway? Ogling a woman at his father’s graveside! What had the worry and strain he’d been through the past few days done to him?

      Hannah found it hard to believe that Jess hadn’t immediately recognized her. She looked exactly as she had in high school, just a little older. But then, Jess Malone had rarely ever glanced her way. She’d been quiet and awkward then, too. Nothing like the sort that had interested him.

      “You do remember that my name is Hannah?”

      “Yes. I remember.” Even though she’d lived across the street from him and they’d gone to the same school, Hannah Dunbar had never really crossed his mind after he’d left Lordsburg. He almost felt guilty about that, though he couldn’t understand why.

      He turned back to her and Hannah very nearly gasped. He seemed so big now that she was in the house and standing only a foot away from him. Her heart fluttered as she looked up at his dark face.

      “I—noticed that no one—” She swallowed and started again. “I thought you might enjoy some coffee and cake.” She thrust a thermos and a foil-wrapped package at him.

      Jess’s first instinct was to tell her he wasn’t the least bit hungry. He wasn’t in the mood to visit with anyone. But as his gaze connected with her liquid gray eyes, he stopped himself. She looked like a skittish doe, ready to bolt at his slightest move. Was she afraid of him? Surely not. More than likely she was afraid he would refuse her offer of sympathy.

      He took the thermos and package from her and it was then that Hannah noticed the boy standing a few steps away. His forefinger in his mouth, he was carefully studying her. She smiled at him, her love for children automatically brightening her face.

      “Hello,” she said, holding her hand out to him.

      The child immediately came to her. “My name is Daniel Malone,” he told Hannah proudly.

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