Be My Babies. Kathryn Shay

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      “Lily Wakefield.”

      “Nice to meet you.” Again, he smiled. His hazel eyes did, too. “Would you like some coffee?”

      “I—I can’t have that.”

      “Oh.” When Lily said no more, he asked, “How about tea?”

      “Decaffeinated would be okay. Lovely, really, but don’t fuss.”

      “No problem.” He went into the back room, and while he was gone Lily studied her surroundings. The windows let in the afternoon breeze, along with the chirping of the birds in the leafy maple trees outside. Engraved plaques hung on the wall before her, citing the Sentinel and its editor for various good works. Pictures were interspersed with the awards describing the accomplishments of the paper and its reporters. A few minutes later, Simon returned with a steaming mug. Lily took the cup and sniffed. Mmm. Cinnamon. “Thank you so much.” It had been a long time since a man had waited on her.

      When she said nothing more, he sat down on a chair opposite her. “Is there a reason you were out there just staring at the building?” He nodded to the suitcase. “With that?”

      Her stomach churned. She prayed she wouldn’t get sick all over this total stranger. “Yes.” She glanced up at one of the pictures she’d noticed earlier. Its headline read, Gardner Garners The Gold—Best Of Small-town Newspapers. From other photos she’d seen, she recognized the man. “I’m looking for him, Gil Gardner.”

      Simon tracked her gaze. “I’m not quite sure where he is today.”

      “Is he out on a story?”

      “No, he doesn’t cover the news anymore.” Sandy eyebrows were raised. They matched his short, dark blond hair, which had a bit of curl. “He’s at the office sometimes, but he doesn’t do much reporting.”

      “Doesn’t he own the paper?”

      “Yeah, he’s still the owner. But I run the place. I’m editor in chief.” He chuckled self-effacingly. “And a lot of other things. Our staff is small and the tasks are many.”

      Because she still wasn’t ready to explain herself to him, she dodged his question about why she was here and said only, “I’m sure newspaper work is taxing.”

      His gaze narrowed on her. “Do you know Gil?”

      “I’ve never met him, no.” Her hands began to tremble. Steaming tea sloshed over onto her fingers.

      “Here.” He handed her a handkerchief pulled from his pocket.

      “Thanks.”

      “Why are you shaking?”

      “I’m fine. Listen, could you call my…call Gil? I need to see him.”

      “I guess I could.”

      She noticed he had Gil’s number on speed dial. Who would be in Lily’s top five these days? A paltry few. But it was her own fault for letting her life unfold as it had. And now when she needed help, she was going to have to turn to strangers. The thought scared her to death.

      Simon was frowning as he spoke into the phone. “Yeah, Gil, it’s me, Simon. I need you to come to the office as soon as you get this message. I’ll explain why then.” He clicked off.

      “Thank you, Mr. McCarthy.”

      “A lot of cloak-and-dagger,” he said easily.

      “I suppose. But I have my reasons.”

      “What are they?”

      “I’d rather not say.” Lily was a private person by nature, and she was particularly embarrassed by her present circumstances. And though he seemed nice enough, who knew what this man’s relationship was with Gil?

      The bell over the door sounded and Simon and Lily looked toward it. A teenager stepped inside. “Dad?”

      Even if the girl hadn’t uttered the word, Lily would have known immediately that she was Simon’s daughter. Same tawny hair, although hers hung almost to her waist. Same hazel eyes. Nose, a feminine version of his. She had an aura about her, too, making Lily want to sketch her.

      “Hi, honey.” He introduced her to Lily.

      “Grandpa Gil’s coming in behind me. Katie and I were walking home and he picked us up. It’s starting to drizzle.”

      The cup jerked and tea sloshed again. “Grandpa?” Lily asked.

      Jenna smiled. “Not my real grandpa, but he’s like one.”

      Lily got the drift. In other words, Gil had found a replacement. Well, why not? So had Derek.

      Again, the door opened, and in walked a tall, lanky man with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and blue eyes just like Lily’s mother’s. And her own. Lily felt her heart thump in her chest at finally seeing Gil in person.

      “Hi, everyone.” He focused on Lily. “Who’s our gu—” Before he could finish his statement, Gil’s complexion paled and he grabbed on to the high table just inside the door.

      Jumping up from his chair, Simon rushed over to him. “Gil, is it your heart again?”

      “Grandpa?” Jenna sounded afraid, too.

      Gil’s mouth was slack-jawed as he stared at Lily. Finally, he said, “Not like you mean.”

      “What, Gil?”

      “It’s my heart, but not like you mean.” Letting go of Simon, he crossed the room. “Who are you? You look just like my daughter, Cameron.”

      “I know I do. I’m her daughter, Lily.”

      SIMON WATCHED IN AWE—and with a little bit of horror— as tears filled Gil’s eyes. In the almost thirty years he’d known the man, he’d never once seen him cry. “Gil, are you all right?”

      “Grandpa?” Jenna’s tone was even more worried.

      “You’re Cami’s girl?”

      Lily stood. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him, either. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry to spring myself on you unannounced.”

      His face was still ashen. “I know…I know Cami died. We found out through a lawyer. But…she had a daughter? The only thing she ever wrote to us was that she hadn’t gone through with her pregnancy.”

      Now, Lily Wakefield’s face paled and she reseated herself. “That’s new information to me.” She bit her lip. “I realize this is a shock, Mr. Gardner.”

      After a moment, Gil, also, took a chair. Simon followed suit, while Jenna sat on the opposite end of the couch from Lily. “I—I didn’t know,” Gil repeated.

      Lily glanced nervously at Simon. “Is there somewhere we can go to talk privately?”

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