Wild Iris Ridge. RaeAnne Thayne

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      He was supposed to make arrangements with her to drop off a few things for Faith and Carter. He hadn’t precisely forgotten; he had just done his best to put it out of his head so he didn’t have to dwell on more thoughts of her that seemed to have intruded far too frequently since she returned to town.

      “Aunt Lucy!” Faith exclaimed, her voice overflowing with joy.

      Her father’s minor treachery forgotten, she jumped up from the toppled bike and raced to Lucy, throwing her arms around her waist with an exuberant delight he rarely saw in his quiet, serious oldest child.

      Lucy closed her eyes as she returned Faith’s embrace with a soft expression on her features that brought a weird lump to his throat.

      He and Lucy might not get along for a dozen different reasons, but he couldn’t deny that she loved his children.

      “What are you doing here?” Faith burst out. “I didn’t even know you were coming! How long are you staying? Where are you staying? Will you be here for my baseball game next week?”

      Lucy laughed at the barrage of questions hurled at her like a broken pitching machine spewing balls at the new batting cages in town.

      “Whoa. Slow down. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself. I made a really quick decision to come back to Hope’s Crossing, and here I am. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t tell anybody. And I can’t tell you how long I’m staying but I think it will be at least a month.”

      Faith’s eyes widened. “A month? Really?” she whispered in a reverent sort of voice, as if someone had just handed her all her dreams on a shiny platter. Which Lucy apparently had just done.

      “Yes. I’ll be staying at Iris House. Just up the hill, right? I hope we have a chance to spend a lot of time together while I’m here.”

      “We can! Oh, we can,” Faith said, at the same moment Carter came zooming past again on his bike.

      Unlike his sister, Carter didn’t seem at all fazed to see his usually absent honorary aunt. He acted like it was no big deal to encounter her walking down the street.

      “Lucy! Hey, Lucy! Look at me!”

      “Wow, Carter! You’re doing great. Both of you riding without training wheels. That’s so terrific. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll both be driving.”

      Faith giggled and grinned at Brendan, apparently forgetting for the moment that she was mad at him.

      “I’m not really very good at riding a two-wheeler,” Faith confessed after a moment.

      “It takes a lot of practice. I bet you’re terrific. Why don’t you show me?”

      Brendan worried she might start up her litany of excuses again. Instead, after a wary look at Lucy, she picked her bike off the pavement and climbed on with a determined expression.

      He moved forward to hold on to the seat again, but before he could reach it, Faith pushed one pedal down and then the other. The effort was wobbly and unsteady and he thought for sure she would fall but after a few more feet, something clicked. She caught the rhythm or found her balance or something. By the time she made it to the next driveway, she was actually riding.

      Faith gave a half excited, half terrified shriek.

      “You’re doing it, sweetheart,” he called.

      “That’s fantastic! You’re amazing,” Lucy said. “See if you can make it to the corner and back.”

      “Come on, Faith. We can go together!” Carter exclaimed, obviously excited to see his sister riding after all the hassles of working to make it happen.

      They rode off together, with Faith gaining more confidence with each rotation of the wheel.

      “You’re welcome,” Lucy said, as the children pedaled out of earshot.

      He gave her a long look. “Am I?”

      “How long has she been trying not to learn how to ride a two-wheeler?”

      He made a face. “About two years now. How did you know?”

      She shrugged, keeping a careful eye on the children. He tried to do that, too, but found his gaze straying back to her despite his best efforts. “I’ve been watching from the house for the past fifteen minutes. Nobody but Carter seemed to be having a good time.”

      “Faith can be obstinate when she’s in a mood.”

      “Poor thing,” she said with a dry look. “She must have inherited that trait from Jessie.”

      The name seemed to shiver between them. Her best friend and his late wife.

      “No doubt,” he murmured and quickly changed the subject. “How’s the house? Still smell like a campfire in there?”

      She shook her head. “I found a couple of box fans in the cellar. I threw open all the windows on the ground floor and for the last two days I’ve been trying to blow all the air out. Now it smells like a Colorado April afternoon.”

      “That should help. You’ll want to wash the curtains in that room, like I said, maybe have the upholstery on the furniture cleaned. Sometimes that smoke can cling for weeks, especially in textiles.”

      “I’ll do that. Thank you.”

      They lapsed into silence, both watching the children as they reached the corner. Brendan held his breath as Faith navigated the turn. She was a little shaky and he thought she would fall, but she set her leg down to help stabilize the bike and then picked up the rhythm again.

      The kid was a natural. He had known she would be once she conquered her mental block and pushed past her apprehension. For that, at least, he owed Lucy.

      “I’m sorry I didn’t call you last night about coming over to bring the gifts you bought for the children,” he said on impulse. “The evening got away from me, as they tend to do, with homework and laundry and dinner and everything.”

      “Don’t worry about it,” she said, her eyes filled with a sympathy he found as surprising as it was unwelcome. He didn’t want her feeling sorry for him. Yeah, being a single father was tough, but he had plenty of help from his family and good neighbors.

      “Whenever you want to come over should be fine. Tomorrow after school would work. I’m not on the schedule at the station for a few more days.”

      “Thanks. I would go get them now but I don’t want to stop the forward momentum here.”

      The kids rode up to them just then. Faith even managed a credible job of staying balanced while she braked.

      “Did you see that, Dad?” Faith’s sweetly serious little face glowed. “I rode all the way to the corner and back!”

      “I watched the whole time. You were terrific. I knew you could do it. It was just a matter of practice.”

      And a little bit of Lucy magic, he added to himself. СКАЧАТЬ