The Bad Son

“She’s twenty-four now and has a baby to raise. She might be more responsible.”

He watched the glow on her face. “You just never give up.”

“No, not with someone I love. And with Zoë here, it will give us time to buy a baby bed and things Zoë will need.”

“Macy…”

She raised a hand to stop him. “I’m helping my sister any way I can and, yes, my heart will be broken when she takes the baby and leaves. But my heart has been broken before and I’ll survive.”

He wondered if she was talking about her exhusband. How much had she loved him? And what had happened in that marriage? He’d probably never know.

“When are you going home?” He had to tell her about the job offer and he didn’t want to do it here.

She cocked her head to one side. “I was hoping a tall, dark and handsome neighbor would give me a ride.”

That teasing light in her eyes warmed his insides. He didn’t understand how two people who cared so much for each other could be miles apart in their desires. He wanted a life with her, but she just wanted him around—like his mother. Oh yeah, that was a dose of reality.

He bowed from the waist. “He has arrived, ma’am. Are you ready?”

She smiled broadly and linked her arm through his, so naturally, so right. Yet there was a tension building in him that wasn’t natural or right.

“The baby’s fine and Delia’s sleeping. That will give me time to make space for a baby bed in the upstairs bedroom and do some shopping. Zoë’s going to need a lot of things. Delia doesn’t have anything prepared.” She talked as they headed toward the elevator.

“Don’t you think you should rest first? You’ve been up all day and night.”

They stepped onto the elevator and she touched his cheek. He wished she wouldn’t do that. It made it that much harder for him to remain detached.

“Thanks for worrying, but you know how I am. I’m on an adrenaline rush and there’s a lot of things I want to get done before Delia comes home.”

Yes, he knew how she was—a bundle of energy. Sometimes she worked twelve hours, then came home, cleaned the house, shopped, took care of her animals, snatched a few hours sleep and went back to work. She was always going at a breakneck speed, as if she had to stay busy. Maybe to keep from thinking. And he wondered what she was trying to avoid.

“This will give Delia and me a chance for some time together. Maybe we can talk as sisters again,” Macy said as they walked from the hospital to the parking area. “Delia has this wall of anger and resentment that’s hard to break through. I’m hoping Zoë will change all that. I’m looking forward to having them with me for a while.”

They climbed into his Expedition. “For a while?”

“Yes. I know this is short-term so you can stop looking at me like that.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled inwardly at how she was trying to look at the situation realistically. But they both knew she was a cream puff when it came to animals and babies.

“Maybe, just maybe, Zoë will change Delia.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, but he had his doubts.

She playfully hit his shoulder. “How’s my gang?”

“Fine. I let them out for a bit then they stayed at my place. Lucky and Lefty made my bed.”

“Aren’t they smart?” Her eyes glowed with love.

“Absolutely. But I’m sure I have teeth marks on my sheets and comforter.”

“They’re love marks.”

“Mmm.”

“You see, you need a pet. It would be so much company for you.”

“No, no, no. We’ve been through this a million times. I work all the time and sometimes late at night.”

“But…”

“No.”

“Pets are wonderful. They greet you at the door with affection and they don’t care if you’re late. They’re just glad to see you. They lick your hands, your face and steal your heart with their unconditional love.”

“No.” He remained strong.

“Beau, you love my pets and you’d be crazy about one of your own.”

Now was the time to tell her his plans. He was moving and wouldn’t have time for a pet. Driving into his driveway, he turned off the engine. “Could we talk for a minute?”

“No.” She opened the door and got out. “You’re not convincing me you don’t have time for a pet. It’s a waste of your breath and my time. Talk to you later.” Closing the door, she ran to her condo.

Damn! He hit the steering wheel with his hand. On a scale of one to ten, his day was hovering at a one. He’d try again tonight—that’s all he could do.

Later he saw her drive away. She hadn’t even rested. Her mind and energy was now on the baby and Delia. He wasn’t even on her radar screen of interests.

BEAU ANSWERED his messages then thought of calling Tuck to see if he wanted to go out for a beer tonight. Tuck lived outside of Austin and they usually met halfway, but he had to talk to Macy. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

He grabbed a can of beer out of the refrigerator and found a bag of peanuts in the cabinet. As he opened the can, he saw the box of bacon-flavored dog biscuits. He kept treats for Macy’s animals. Their lives were as entwined as married people, except they weren’t together. And he couldn’t keep going on as if they were.

Clicking on the TV, he found a basketball game, sat down to enjoy his beer, and forced himself not to think about Macy. He was so engrossed in the game that the sound of the doorbell startled him. Hitting the mute button, he went to answer it.

Macy stood there with her arms full of shopping bags. She charged in and deposited her load onto the sofa, her animals following her. “I had to show you what I found,” she said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Once I started shopping, I couldn’t stop. And Delia’s going to need all of this.” She pulled a tiny pink outfit out of a bag. “I bought this to take Zoë home in. Look, it has lacy ruffles on the back. Isn’t that cute?” She didn’t give him time to answer. “It has booties, a cap and a blanket to match. I got sleepers, bibs, bottles, a diaper bag and several cases of diapers, just about everything a baby will need.” She kept pulling items out of the bags.

Bored, Lucky and Lefty trotted into the kitchen and reared up on the cabinet, whining. Beau gave them a treat.

“I bought a bassinet, but I have to put it together. I was hoping you’d help.”

He walked back into the living room. He had to do it now. “Sure, but I’d like to talk to you first.”

“I know I’m getting too involved, but I can’t help it.” She folded the pink outfit very carefully and he wondered if she ever thought of having children of her own. He was getting sidetracked.

“This isn’t about Delia and the baby.”

“It isn’t?” She folded a sleeper.

“No.” He took a moment. “I wanted to tell you before you found out from anyone else. My Dallas trip was about a job offer—a very good offer. I’m thinking of taking it.”