she hadn’t been able to work for a while and was short on money. Or maybe Lara needed braces or ballet lessons.
Cat shook her head and just stood there.
Jake had learned a few things from playing poker. He knew how to recognize a bluff in all its disguises and the emotion flashing on her face might as well have been a scarlet letter. There had to be a reason why she was here. She just didn’t want him to know. And she felt bad about it all at the same time.
“You want a new life,” Jake finally guessed in defeat. What else could it be? The day wasn’t so grand after all. It was starting to rain heavy again and he felt foolish for having rushed around getting them ready for a trip that might not happen. “You wanted me to meet Lara because you feel I have a right to that much, but you’re getting ready to marry some man you’ve met and you’re not planning to give me much more than today. So this is my one shot at seeing her.”
“Huh?” She was huddled just outside the backseat of the cab and she had one hand on the bars of the car seat. The rain was beating steady on the overhang above them.
“Who is he?” Jake demanded to know. Even if Jake couldn’t be a proper father to Lara, it still rankled that some other man would be standing in his place.
Just then a streak of lightning flashed across the sky and there was a loud clap of thunder.
“Who is who?” Cat repeated with a frown. “What are you talking about? I hope you have a heater in this pickup.”
“It’s brand new. Right off the lot,” Jake assured her, and all of the fight went out of him. He was going to mess this up; he knew it. But it certainly wasn’t Cat’s fault. And every girl deserved a father. No one would have to look far to find a better one than him.
“It’s nice.” Cat reached over and ran her hands across the leather seats.
Finally, he let his bitterness fade away as he remembered. “Not like that old pickup I used to have at the home. I had to put an old blanket over the front seat so the springs didn’t poke through quite so much. You’ll be comfortable in this one. I promise.”
She smiled at him and he knew she could still picture the beat-up old thing, too. Of course, how could anyone forget it? The red paint had been scraped off one whole fender before he even bought it. The side window hadn’t rolled up for the previous two owners and the heater barely worked. But he’d been proud as could be of that old pickup. He’d driven Cat into town for dinner the day he closed the deal and the pickup could have been a Jaguar the way it made him feel.
“I wonder if Millie’s Café is still there,” he said, lost in the memory of that night long ago.
She nodded. “I ate there a few months ago. They still have those barbecue beef sandwiches we used to like. The ones with the dill pickles on the side.”
“You were at the home?” Now, that surprised him. They’d both vowed never to go back there once they managed to leave.
She nodded. “I wanted to get some of my records from when I was a resident.”
“They must have told you I was looking for you.” Jake found he couldn’t let the subject go. The only reason he’d gone back to the home was to try and find her. “Why didn’t you come see me then? Or call even. I made sure they had my phone number at the home.”
“I was …” She started and stopped. She looked so miserable he felt sorry for her. Then she continued. “It’s not what you think. There isn’t a man in my life or anything like that. I wouldn’t keep you from seeing Lara even if there was.”
The elastic band around Jake’s chest relaxed. He didn’t know how they’d resolve this, but he was glad she hadn’t already replaced him. He stepped closer and lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes. She smiled at him now and her eyes deepened. This was the Cat he knew.
“I want to be in your life.” He could hear the rain hitting the awning overhead and for the first time it sounded gentle as it fell. “And Lara’s life, too. Just a little bit. I know we can’t tell her. And I know you’re probably worried that I’ll turn out like my father, but I promise I would never raise a hand to either one of you. I—”
“Oh, I never thought that,” Cat said. She looked genuinely horrified. “I never thought you were like that. I know you would never do anything to harm someone.”
Her eyes looked at him with a sincerity he couldn’t question.
He nodded in relief. “Anything else we can handle, then.”
She didn’t answer him, but he figured they had settled the big questions. She was letting him be a part of Lara’s life. And hers in some way. For now, that would be enough.
He cleared his throat to say how grateful he was, but she was already turning.
“Speaking of Lara, I better go get her,” Cat said, as she started walking back to the hotel lobby.
Jake looked through the glass windows and saw Max bringing the girl to the door. She was carrying a white box that he guessed held what was left of her birthday cake. Knowing Max, he had packed some plastic spoons and napkins in the paper bag he was carrying out to them, as well.
“Now you call me when you get to Dry Creek,” Max said as he led Lara to the pickup.
Jake figured he was talking to all of them even though he was looking at the girl.
“We’ll probably call you before that,” Jake said as he held up his cell phone to remind Max. “You won’t even have time enough to miss us.”
“See that I don’t,” Max said as he turned to the backseat.
“You got your own special chair there,” the older man said to the girl as he lifted her up to the car seat. “I’ll let your fa—I mean, your mother buckle you in.”
Lara squealed when she saw the lollipop and grabbed it. Then she looked at Jake and grinned.
“A frog for you to kiss,” he said, feeling more pleased with himself than he should.
Lara giggled at that. “I’ll make him a prince.”
“You sure will,” Jake said.
Max stepped back and Cat moved close to the door where she could reach the car seat.
“Don’t open the lollipop yet,” Cat said as she started buckling the girl in. “You just had all of that cake.”
Max shifted beside Jake. “Sorry about my slip.”
“Don’t worry,” Jake assured him. It was hard to keep the news contained. It was like fizz in a bottle that had been shaken up and was looking for someplace to go. Then he leaned closer to his friend. “They’ll visit us again.”
Max nodded. “Good, because I can’t think of anything else.”
“I won’t be a real father, of course.” Jake felt obliged to tell the older man.
“Why not?” Max demanded.
Jake shook his head. “We’ll talk about it when I get back.”
He looked at the frown on his friend’s face. Maybe he needed to say more.
“I’d be a terrible father,” he added, his voice low so that no one but Max would hear. “And, you know, Lara thinks her father is a prince somewhere who rides on a dragon taking gifts to poor people. Even a mortal with a normal childhood would have a hard time competing with that. So, it’s best this way.”
“I don’t think—” Max started and then stopped when Jake raised a hand in caution.
By that time, Cat had finished adjusting all the straps on the car seat so Lara was both safe and comfortable. Cat closed the door on the backseat and started walking around the pickup to the passenger seat.
“We’ll