Child of Her Heart

One side of his lips quirked in a half smile. “No wonder you’re so good with kids.”

Her fair skin blushed prettily. “I love kids.”

“They like you, too.”

The waitress brought his wine and refilled Meredith’s water glass.

“What about you?” she asked. “What do you do?”

“I’m an attorney.” He raised a palm as though to ward off her reaction. “No lawyer jokes, now.”

“I don’t think I know any.”

“That’s refreshing.”

“You hear a lot of lawyer jokes?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Like what? Tell me one.”

She was serious. He chuckled. “No.”

“Not dignified enough for you, I suppose? I’m trying to picture you in your three-piece suit.”

“I look pretty good.”

She laughed. “You’re one of those GQ guys, aren’t you? You have a dozen suits and a hundred color-coordinated ties and matching socks.”

He shrugged.

“You do. And you buy Italian shoes.”

“What do you know about men’s shoes?”

“I had a— Well…” She looked away. “I knew someone who liked to dress well.”

The baby’s father? Where was he now? What kind of man left a woman pregnant and alone or with a baby to raise by herself? Maybe he hadn’t known about the baby. Maybe he’d died. Justin was certainly curious about this woman’s private life, and he had no right to be. She was just an acquaintance he’d met on the beach. “Do you think my taste in shoes says something about my character?”

“Probably. But I wouldn’t know what it would be. I’m not a very good judge of people.”

Justin absorbed that remark silently.

Meredith glanced away, suddenly self-conscious about saying something a little too revealing.

Jonah showed his dad the picture he’d colored, and the conversation turned to sports cars, of which Meredith knew nothing, so she listened to father and sons.

Their salmon arrived with spicy slaw and mango-papaya salsa on the side, and they ate leisurely. The boys finished, pulled a miniature magnetic checkerboard from Jonah’s backpack and played the game.

Anna squirmed in her seat and a telltale odor rose.

Lamond wrinkled his nose. “Is that your baby?”

“Uh-oh,” Meredith said. “Excuse us for a moment. We’ll be right back.”

She unbuckled Anna and carried her to the women’s rest room. As she was finishing the change, the door opened and a matronly woman entered.

She glanced at Anna and her eyebrows rose indignantly. “Where did you get that baby?”

Meredith thought her lips moved a minute before she could find a response. “She’s mine.”

“But you’re not her mother? Where did she come from?”

“She came from my uterus and I most definitely am her mother.” Indignantly, Meredith stuffed the baby-wipe container in her bag, picked up Anna and closed the changing station. Those were the kind of remarks that made her suspicious of every glance she received. The kind that angered her and dented her faith in mankind.

Outside the rest room, she paused and collected herself before making her way back to the table where she placed Anna back into her seat.

The boys had packed their belongings and sat on the edges of their chairs.

Justin stood, but looked at her curiously. “I guess we’re ready to go. Everything okay?”

Meredith reached into the bag to dig for her wallet. “Fine.”

Justin touched his long fingers to her wrist. “I got dinner.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“It was a pleasure to have your company,” he replied, then picked up the infant carrier. “I’ll help you to your car.”

Accepting his aid, she walked ahead of him out into the cool evening air. He seemed to be a nice guy and she wanted to believe he was as kind and sincere as he seemed. The boys jumped from the boardwalk onto the stones below and knelt to look more closely at the rocks.

Meredith’s car was parked right in front, and she used her remote key ring to unlock the doors.

Justin glanced at the license plate. “You’re from Oregon.”

She nodded. “Portland.”

That half smile inched up and creased one cheek.

“You, too?” she asked.

He nodded. “Small world, eh?”

Her mind whirled with the possibility of developing a friendship with this man, a friendship that would last once they’d both gone home.

Justin looked over the seat and the base, and efficiently buckled Anna into the car in no time.

“You’re good at this,” she commented.