Blossom Street. Debbie Macomber

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СКАЧАТЬ continued walking backward, facing me. The way he stared made me uncomfortable. I looked away, almost wishing Janice would hurry so we could get this whole awkward scene over with.

      “Chase got away from him,” Brad stated, as if I hadn’t figured that out.

      “He’s grown,” I murmured.

      “Chase or Cody?”

      “Both.” I was walking at a clipped pace; he’d begun to walk parallel to me along the narrow path.

      He nodded. “Cody’s grown a full inch this summer. His jeans are all high waters. When I took him school-shopping, I—” He stopped abruptly.

      Sure enough, Chase was loping toward me, with Cody behind him, holding tight to the retriever’s leash.

      “Lydia,” the boy cried, almost too excited to speak. “I was afraid you’d leave.”

      “I wouldn’t do that,” I told him.

      “I wish no one would ever do that again.” Cody ran up to me and wrapped both arms around my waist. Brad was now holding the leash; he had far more control over the dog. Chase was actually sitting quietly, tongue lolling.

      “Where’s your mother?” I asked, not wanting to be caught unawares. If Janice walked up now, there might be some explaining to do.

      Cody shrugged. “You know Mom.”

      I didn’t, not really.

      “She’s out of our lives again.” Brad filled in the blanks for me.

      “When did this happen?” He hadn’t mentioned it earlier, and that hurt. If he’d cared even a little for me, the fact that Janice had changed her mind was worth a mention, even casually.

      “Not long ago. I planned on letting you know.”

      “But you didn’t.” I kept my tone as cool and even as possible.

      “Dad felt bad,” Cody said. “And I did, too.”

      Bad that Janice had left? Or—

      “I suppose you’d like to know what happened,” Brad said, his voice defiant.

      “No—you don’t have to—”

      “Let’s talk,” he suggested.

      “Perhaps later,” I said, my head spinning. “I need to think about this….”

      “We can walk with you,” Cody inserted, eager to be with me. “Did you come here every week? We didn’t,” he said. “Mom thinks the wind and sun aren’t good for her skin, and she didn’t think Dad and I should come without her.”

      “No, I stayed away, too.” This wasn’t the first time Cody had alluded to his mother. “Maybe you should tell me what happened,” I said, looking at Brad.

      “Cody,” Brad said to his son, handing over the leash. “Go on ahead with Chase. Make him heel, okay?”

      The boy showed his disappointment. “I want to talk to Lydia, too, Dad. I missed her.”

      “You’ll get your chance, I promise.”

      Cody looked at me, and I nodded in agreement. He gave a boyish grin and took off, walking sedately. “Heel, Chase. Heel!”

      We both watched them for a minute and I smiled at Cody’s earnest effort to restrain the dog.

      “It didn’t work out,” Brad said flatly. “Janice is gone.”

      That was a pretty minimal explanation. “Could you give me a few details?”

      Brad pushed his hands into his pants pockets. “You were right. Janice didn’t want me back, nor was she particularly interested in being a mother to Cody. She just didn’t want you and me together.”

      I nodded.

      “Cody once told her he wanted you to be his mom, and Janice got all bent out of shape. She went into panic mode and decided she couldn’t let that happen.”

      “I see.”

      “I stopped loving Janice a long time ago.”

      I didn’t feel qualified to comment.

      “I had to try to make a go of the reconciliation for Cody’s sake. A child deserves a mother and a father.”

      “I love Cody, too,” I cried, “and I understood why you did what you did. But you completely discounted my feelings.”

      “Be angry with me if you want,” Brad concluded, quickening his pace. “The thing is, I’m sick to death of women and their demands. I loved Janice and she pulled every string she could to manipulate me, using my son.”

      “And that’s my fault?” I was a second away from reminding him that he’d been the one to shove me aside. As I’d told him, I knew why he’d done it and I loved the way he loved his son, but I had a hard time getting past the pain it had caused me.

      “Now you want your pound of flesh.”

      “I beg your pardon?” I certainly recognized the allusion but didn’t understand how it applied to me.

      “You heard me,” he said. “What you want is for me to come crawling back to you because Janice decided she needed her freedom, after all.”

      I swallowed down my pent-up anger.

      “I notice it didn’t take you long to find someone else.”

      “What did you expect me to do?” I asked, even though it had been a lie. “Did you want me to sit at home and pine for you?”

      He hesitated. “No, and you didn’t, which is just perfect.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hands. “You know what? I’ve had it with women and relationships. It’s just too damned hard.”

      “I was the one you dumped,” I pointed out. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Brad had hurt me badly. Now I was supposed to pretend nothing had happened? None of my concerns appeared to interest Brad.

      He shook his head. “It’s over, Lydia. With Janice, with you, and with every other female on the planet. I don’t understand women. I never have and I doubt I ever will. Living the rest of my life alone would be easier than dealing with an irrational female.”

      “I’m not irrational!”

      “Whatever you say. But I’m not crawling back to you.”

      “Well, I’m not chasing after you, either.” I wanted to make that clear right then and there.

      He smiled sardonically. “I know, and frankly that suits me just fine.”

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