But she couldn’t shut the door. This was Dan, Rick’s son. And her stomach growled. “How much do I owe you?”
“I’m not interested in money.” He handed the bags to her.
But he wanted something. His head tipped to the side and he studied her. She set the bags near her feet and waited.
His arms remained loose at his sides, his smile easy and unforced. “My dad mentioned you have pets.”
“I have two cats.” Her family. The only support she needed. She signaled Luna to come to her. “And my dog, Luna.”
He held out his hand, let Luna sniff his fingers before he scratched her head. “I’m hoping you can take your dog to one of the greenways several blocks over rather than letting her use the backyard for her business.”
Brooke was confused and she was sure it showed on her face. There was a perfectly good patch of grass right on the property, why should she walk to a park? Especially when it would mean taking her farther into the city and circumstances she’d rather avoid. Dan cleared his throat. “It’s nothing against your dog.” Luna sagged against Dan’s legs as if she forgave him. He added, “I might’ve told my son I was allergic to pets.”
Clearly, he didn’t have allergies. Or he’d have stopped rubbing Luna’s back by now. There was something about Dan that soothed, even from a distance. Brooke shifted backward in the doorway. “But you’re not?”
His eyebrows pulled together into a charming V. “Not exactly.”
Everyone deflected to cover a truth they didn’t want to face, including handsome Dan. Even Brooke.
“It’s complicated with my son,” Dan admitted.
Things were often complicated. “Sure. I can walk Luna to the greenway.” She forced more confidence into her voice, concealing the waver inside. “That won’t be a problem.”
That satisfied Dan, if not Brooke. “The grocery store is less than a mile past the greenway. A pet store not much farther away. Let me know if you need directions around the city.” Luna stretched out near Dan’s feet and rolled onto her back as if she couldn’t get enough of his attention. As if the dog was undisturbed by his presence.
Brooke couldn’t claim the same. “We’ll be fine right here.” For the moment.
“The city is great for exploring, even if you only have a few days,” Dan said.
In another lifetime, she would’ve agreed. Brooke inhaled, using the cool morning air to shrink the curtness from her tone. “Thanks, but sightseeing is far down on my to-do list.” Somewhere below never.
“The botanical garden and the beach can be good places to clear your mind.” Dan’s gaze searched her face. “Take a break. Breathe.”
Or those were places that stole her breath away as she realized she couldn’t hear her husband’s laugh anymore. Or how his hand had once fitted so perfectly around hers. Brooke shifted her gaze from Dan and smoothed the tremor from her voice. “Speaking with insurance agents will probably be easier here. It’s quieter.”
“You aren’t thinking about going back up north, are you?” Dan asked, his voice quiet.
“Still working on those details.”
“Do you have family in the state?” Dan kept petting Luna as if he was more than content to linger.
But if he lingered, Brooke would only notice his gentleness with Luna. She would notice him even more. How was she supposed to ask him to leave his own backyard?
“I don’t have any family. I’m an only child.” Brooke cleared her throat and avoided meeting Dan’s watchful gaze. “My parents came into the parenting world rather late. But my mother always told me that I was her greatest journey.”
A simple no would’ve been more than enough. Why did she feel the sudden need to ramble on as if he was her kind of handsome and made her nervous? But she hadn’t considered anyone her kind of anything in a long while.
“That’s a gift, isn’t it?” Dan’s movements were easy, as if he’d always taken the time to stop by and visit with her. He added, “Having a mom that makes her children feel like the most special kids in the world. My mom was like that, too.”
Dan blinked as if he’d surprised himself. Brooke liked not feeling so alone. “How long has your mother been gone?”
“Four years this past summer,” Dan said. “We head to the lake every June to remember her.”
“That’s important.” Brooke pressed her lips together.
The memorial of her late husband’s death was in three and a half weeks. Her in-laws and their extended family would travel to the city to celebrate his memory. They’d invite Brooke to join them as they had every year since his death.
Brooke had never found the courage to face Ann and Don Ellis at her husband’s grave since they buried him. “Are you sure I can’t pay you for the food?”
“It’s on the house.” Dan stood up. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.”
That one-sided smile returned, capturing Brooke’s focus, pulling it away from her worries. But she always relied on herself. She pushed determination into her voice. “I’ll be fine. Really.”
“I have errands to run.” Dan’s gaze searched her face as if he was searching for the right words. For something else to say. Maybe a promise that everything would be all right. Or an encouraging line his grandfather had always told him. An uplifting quote.
She’d seen that particular look too many times on her neighbors’ and coworkers’ faces after the accident. Dan was proof that people didn’t want to know you were hurting inside. So, she did what she always did. She reassured him. She reassured him that she could go it alone.
THE NEXT MORNING, Dan backed his truck out of the driveway and gaped. A familiar red-haired man and a dog walked side by side two houses down. Dan pressed on the gas. His lips pressed into a grimace.
He pulled the truck over to the edge of the sidewalk and rolled down Ben’s window. “Dad? What are you doing?”
Dan knew exactly what the old man was doing. Dan always had the same routine on his day off. Always. Because knowing what to expect prevented unwelcome surprises and unnecessary hurt.
Today he’d drop off Ben at school, run errands and return phone calls, including Valerie’s. The last was only a onetime blip in what Dan determined would be a normal day. He narrowed his eyes at his dad.
Dog walking wasn’t normal for the Sawyer men. Dog walking wasn’t on the schedule. After all, Dan planned to avoid his new tenant and her four-legged family.
“Brooke doesn’t have a coat or hat. Refused to borrow mine so I took Luna instead.” Rick pointed at the German shepherd sitting next to him. Luna’s tongue rolled out
