A Family For Easter. Lee McClain Tobin

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СКАЧАТЬ to do what they were planning to do.” Maya still looked unhappy—rare for her—so Fiona stooped down and grasped her hands. “Do you want to look at our albums when we go home? There are some good pictures of you and Daddy.”

      “Okay.” Maya nodded, her momentary distress gone.

      “Are we still having hot dogs?” Ryan asked. “I’m starving!”

      “Yes. Come on, everyone in the car.” Fiona clicked open the door locks and then looked at Eduardo. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

      He nodded, his eyes unreadable. “And I’m sorry for yours as well.”

      As Fiona drove home, her mind kept going back to Eduardo’s family picture. Obviously, he wasn’t over his tiny, beautiful, loving wife.

      She had no right to feel jealous just because she’d struck out in the marriage game. It was nothing more than what her mother had always predicted—at her size, and not being the brightest woman around, attracting any man at all had been unlikely. The chances of him being a good, responsible, trustworthy person? Just about nil.

      She had more than she deserved in her four wonderful children, and she was content with her life now, as it was.

      * * *

      Later that Sunday afternoon, Eduardo pulled up in front of Fiona’s house, stopped the truck and waited. He knew exactly what his kids were going to say.

      “That’s their house?” Sofia asked. “It looks like it’s from a movie!”

      “It’s cool,” Diego said. “Is that where we’d live?”

      “No. Mrs. Farmingham is looking to rent the carriage house, out back. I haven’t seen it, but I’m sure it’s nothing fancy.”

      Diego shrugged, then poked his sister in the side. “C’mon, let’s go! There’s Ryan!”

      “Wait.” Eduardo turned in his seat to face both of his kids. “We need to remember some things.”

      “I know. Good manners.” Diego had his hand on the door handle.

      “Like what?” he prompted.

      “Wipe your feet, and say please and thank you, and be quiet inside the house.” Sofia recited the list with an eye roll that previewed the teen she would soon become.

      “Good.” From the glove box, Eduardo pulled out two bags of mazapán, a round and chewy Mexican candy one of his aunts always sent them in quantity. He handed a bag to each child. “These are to share with everyone after we check with Mrs. Farmingham. She and I are going to be talking about work before we check out the carriage house, so I need you to be self-reliant. You can interrupt us if it’s an emergency.”

      “Like fire or blood,” Diego said, and Eduardo let out a short laugh. He should never have said that to the kids, but one night when he’d been working on the books for his landscaping business, he’d ordered his whining kids to watch TV and only disturb him under those circumstances.

      Of course, that’s what they remembered. “Right,” he said, “or anything else that you think is important. You both have good judgment.”

      “Can we go now?” Sofia asked, and Eduardo looked at the house and saw that Fiona had come out onto the porch, holding Poppy on her hip. The other three kids were already on the stairs.

      “Go ahead,” he said, taking his time about gathering up his tablet and a couple of plant catalogs.

      He climbed out slowly. Fiona stood listening to his kids, and he saw her smile and nod. Sofia and Diego distributed pieces of candy all around and gave the rest of the bags to Fiona; then all of the kids took off for the big side yard.

      Fiona was wearing jeans and a puffy kind of blouse, light green, that made her red hair glow. Behind her, the old two-story Victorian mansion rose in splendor.

      It was exactly the kind of house he’d have bought himself if he’d had the money. The yellow paint with green trim was nice, but best of all were the wraparound porches, one on the first floor and one on the second. A couple of redbrick chimneys indicated fireplaces inside and a turret at the top, with windows all around, would make a great playroom for kids.

      Or a relaxing spot for parents to kick back and watch the sunset.

      He straightened his shoulders and glanced down at his Delgado Landscaping shirt. He’d debated wearing just ordinary casual clothes, but that would have misrepresented the relationship.

      He was aiming to rent a place from her and maybe to do some work for her, too. She was a potential client and landlord, not a friend.

      He walked briskly up the sidewalk and held out a hand to shake hers. “Hey, Fiona. Thanks for letting us see the carriage house. And for considering me for a landscaping job, too.”

      She lifted an eyebrow and shook his hand. “Of course.”

      Heat rose in the back of his neck. Why did he feel so awkward with her?

      And her hand—which, he noticed, he was still grasping in his, and he let it go like a hot potato—wasn’t the well-manicured, callus-free one he’d expected, but strong, with plain short-cut nails.

      Long delicate fingers, too.

      “So,” he began.

      “Would you like something—” she started at the same time.

      They both laughed awkwardly. “Ladies first,” he said and then wondered if that had sounded stupid.

      “Um, okay.” Her cheeks went pink. “What was I... Oh, yeah. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, soda, iced tea?”

      “No, I’m fine. Thanks. And thanks for letting the kids come along. It’s a big help.”

      “Sure. They’re all having fun.” She gestured across the yard.

      The kids were running toward a play set situated near a tidy little outbuilding that must be the carriage house. Poppy couldn’t keep up and called out to the others. Sofia turned, went back to the little girl and picked her up.

      His heart did a funny little twist at the sight of his daughter holding a toddler. Sofia would love to have a little sister. He and Elizabeth had hoped for that, planned for it.

      Plans don’t always work out. “Does somebody live in your carriage house now?” he asked to distract himself.

      “No. I was using it for my dog-walking business, but now...” She shrugged, looking away. “I just want to rent it out.”

      “You’re not thinking of trying another business?”

      “Well...I’d like to. But...no. Not for now.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

      Clear enough. None of my business. “Why don’t you show me what you’re thinking of doing in the yard first, since that’ll take more time. I can look at the carriage house after.”

      “Okay, sure.” She wiped her hands down СКАЧАТЬ